The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1868-11-11

DC tOP y uPPt"uSaSA. AhS f5AN,rsc>S
veterans of the Union army, who measured
swords with the soldiers of Lee and Jack
son, ON many well fought field, entertain to-
wards them the kindliest feelings of the hu-
man heart. Brave in battle, in peace gentle
as if the hearts of women throbbed in their
'bosoms, the grand heroes of the Republic
declare by the election of their trusted chief,
that the descendants of the men who fought
on Kings Mountain and on score OF other
fields shall be treated with a hearty kind
ness. amnesty, and true soldierly regard.
Never did men in any country display more
patience, fortitude, selfsacrifice and
laughter defiance of death, than did the
soldiers of the South. A splendid fu-
ture is. before it. Travelling a few weeks
ago IN the Western part of your noble State,
standing upon the summit OF one of the
mountains, and viewing the glorious scenery
could not help saving, "Ihis IS trulya lind
aoorth fighting for" Where can you find a
pleasanter sun, swceter air, purcr water or a
more fruitful earth? where brighter flowers,
grander forests. more splendid rivcrsa Here
in North Carolina there are millions of fer
tile acres, with their blank faces gaping at
the sun. deep, untouched mines of rich, me
chanic ores and physical strength enough to
build pyramids. All this vast territory da-
ring the nextsfour years, under the magic
touch of Grants administration, will bloom
and blossom us the rose. Il, In the regions
where I recently visited | met glorious
young preachers Of justice and equal rights,
mtn heruic clay, delicate and chivalrous
ladies, who are in earnest. sympathy with
everything that is noble and true.
The election of Grant and the success of
the great party of which he is the honored
standard bearer, maintains the idea of
American citizenship. The sacred shield of
the government will spread its. protecting
agis over every citizen, black and white, ma
tive or foreign, at home or abroad. There is
a spell in the idea of citizenship from
which we would not be discnchanted The
Apostle Paul, when arrested by the despot,
suddenly remembered that he was born in
Rome. He evoked the protection of power
that was yet in its glory in these remarkable
words, Il am a Roman citizen, lay not your
hand upon me-" The. terrified Centurion
Immediately exclaimed, Touch him not,
for be is a Roman citizen" l well remem-
Der years ago, in distant and beautiful is
land, in my native city. an American orator
named Whitney, was delivering a series of
lectures on the orators of the Republic. He
iecited with charming rhetoric the immortal
lines of Patrick Henry, "Giye me liberty,
or give me DEATH" Six thousand warm
hearted men were raised to a pitch glorious
enthusiasm. The orator was carried on the
shoulders of the delighted multitude to his
hotel. The next day he was arrested and car
ried before magistrate who sentenced him to
six months imprisonment l shall never forget
the lofty and dignified bearing OF the prison
er. as the fire of freedom kindled In his eye
With Indignation filling his heart at the
outrage offered to his flag and country, he
declared II am an American citizen and I'M
less am immediately set free, twenty five
millions ofmy countrymen will be in arms
to avense the insult perpetrated to citizen
of a government whose flag is inviolatc" 1t
was enough. The magisterial despot revok-
ed the sentence, and the prisoner. Standing
in the erect dignity and grandeur of an
American citizen, left the court amid the
cheers of his friends. Though the armed
lcgions of the Republic were far from him,
the unseen but mighty power of this great
nation, symbolized by its flag, enabled him
to triumph. 2 .s's- i5.er,r,.f
AT this time, five hundred Americans, for
words spoken in this land, are languishing
in British dungeons. Their noble hearts
are writing in prison cells; their proud
spirits are breaking in exile. Most of these
were soldiers of the Union, and were as brave
as any that ever faced the red hail of death.
While Reverdy johnson is being wined ard
dined by the aristocratic snobs who built
the Alabama and cheered ON the Confe1cr-
ates in their mad attempts to destroy the
Union, mutilated American soldiers are dy-
ing in English jails. Be patient, sufferers
for the Truth. These base transactions will
soon be overhauled. Before the ides of
March, the prison doors will be opened and
the exies called home. (Applause) +
Coming from the land of the Shamrock,
l cannot but rejoice with great enthusiasm
over the triumphant success of Gen. Grant,
auguring, as it does, the permanent union
of these States. remember in the sad
years of 1916 and 1S4S, when the cruel in
justice of landlords brought scourge upon
the country. The fields, it is true, waved
with golden grain-the generous earth was
filled with hidden riches, but tyrants for
babe their use. To the lips of the poor the
fruits of their industry were forbi tlden-the
ships of a so-called christian ma ton bore
them away. They returned gorged with
famine prices. The lips of the poor grew
PALE and thousands and tens of thousands
persisted ON soil fruitful as Gods love and
beautiful as the bow Of Heaven. Bayoneis
stood between the people and their food
When the sad wall of distress reached this
generous people, they could not slumber
at night when their tcllow-men were dying,
and. moved by the noblest and hottest pas
sions ofhumanity, they fastened to our re.
lief. The fine old war ships were freighted
with provisions The awful scourge was
scathed and stopped in its dreadful march.
l then for the first time saw that splendid
banner, and l saluted it with all the ,fervor
of my soul, resolving that if any disaster
should ever befal it. would defend it with
the last beat of my heart and with the last
drop of my blood. The opportunity to re
pay sacred debt of gratitude occurred
when the degenerate sons of Washington
fred at Sumter. How my countrymen did
their duty, the honored graves in which they
sleep are their truest vindication. To have
stood by the National Government when
the dark tempest threatened its overthrow,
is to me the happiest recollection of my life.
My first vote was for the patriot whose
name is traced amid the thrones of Heav-
Lincoln. My last vote was
for the model American. the edge of whose
sword struck the letters from the limbs of
four million bondsmen. In the performance
of this glad duty was in good company.
Glorious Phil. Sheridan, the high souled
Thomas and the noblest Roman of them all,
the faultless leader, the hero without a,
weakness and without a stain-General w.
7. Sherman, have all emphatically declared
for U. S. Grant as their choice to sit in the
chair of the illustrious Washington.
It was eminentIy fitting this. glorious