Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1868-03-21

1t was borne across the sea, and became the
theme of parliament and cottage. 1t was talked
of under the snowy pyramids of the Alps
among the fortress-hills of Hungary :; amid the
fallen splendors of classic Italy, where Caesar
trumphed and Rienzi wept; by the side of the
Shannon, where beautiful Erin dropped over her
grieying harp and still it was carried onward
to the wandering Arab, to the turbaned Moslem,
to the bearded Muscoyite, and on to where the
mysterious light of the Arctic had wrought its
crimson ghost upon the snow
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Fellow-citizens of the Union party. when the
Copperheads say to you: ssGive us the Union as
1t was, answer them in this wise q Gipe us
oack our dedd!' Into the CLASSY eyes of Lyon
put the electric light that shone when he led the
nerolc charge restore to Ellsworth his warm
young life and manly beauty; give new vigor to
the wasted limbs of Kearny bring back the
war-worn veteran Sumner; revive the McCooks,
twin-6roihers of valor; heal the savage wounds
OF Dahlgren reaninate the commanding form of
Ellet; call Sedgwick from his CORY sleep, aid
Wadsworth from the CHASTITY company of the
dead breathe new life into the nostrils of the
gentle but heroic Lander return new strength
TO the sinewy arm of Reno; give back its musical
cadences to the tongue of Baker restore the
enlivening smile to the wasted face of Lincoln !;
put new hesh upon the thronging skeletons of
Andersonyille; put out the roasting fires of Fort
Pillow reanimate the poor, defenseless crea-
-tufrs whom your party murdered at New York
extract your poison from the public reservoirs
recall your agent of pestilence remove the
sables Of bereavement that hang in the broken
households of the Union, along the Penobscot,
the Susquehanna, the Desmoines the Ohio, and
the thousand lesser streams, whose exultant
voices mock at the dependency of the widow
and the Oscillation of the fatherless
Do this, o, thou hellish Genius of Slavery,
Rebellion and Assassination and thou mayest
again have the Union as it was" Then the
frothing hound may again utter his death-cry on
the trail of the painting fugitive; the half-de-
puded woman may be tied to the whipping post
the lustful despot may revel in the harem of his
shrinking slaves and internal prophets may preach
the efficacy Of saving grace to congregation
OF man-stealers, adulterers and sellers of their
offspring. Then may the Democratic party rule
this nation carry its bludgeons and bowie knives
into the houses of Congress, and elect another
Buchanan to betray the nation, another Floyd to
steal its armament, another fancy to blaspheme
its justice. But not till then. Not until the
ghastly company of the heroic dead part the
shrouds of the Invisible, and stand forth fully
restored to the yigor and beauty of their man.
hood and youth-not until the grand march of
Freedom shall be stayed by the outstretched
hand of Jehovah, can these treacherous Copper
heads again have 81 the Union as it was"
g Give us back Dead l'' is the awful accla-
nation, not only from the North, and East, and
West but from every zone and latitude of the |
earth inhabited by freedom loving, despot-hating
men. From every famine-stricken howell of Ire
land from every ruin of Italian splendor from
every burial-place of Polands glory from every
cave where human liberty listens for the foot
falls of the pursuer-the curseful voice of JUS
tice cries out against the Democratic party of
the United States. The churches of Christen- |
dom hur their anathemas upon the blood |
stained malefactor; Humanity shrinks from its
touch with loathing Civilization turns from it |
in irrepressible scorn Heaven abandons it, and
He'll lusts to clasp to her fervid bosom the last
champion of barbarsm. And when the unity of
the Republic shall have been fully restored, and |
each wandering planet drawn back to its orbit
by the great central sun of Unon-when there
shall not be left lost plead to wander in
its eternity of gloom, the cold hearted sexton
will shovel dirt and stones upon that political
carrion, and will set up over it a sinister cross
not the emblem of holy religion, but the rect
angular sign of the alphabet, the brief and
shameful epitaph Of traitor.
Arsto tells pretty story Of Freedom and the
fairy, which has singular application 10 the
present condition Of the Democratic party. The
fairy, by some mysterious law of nature, was
to appear at certain seasons in the
form of foul and poisonous snake Those who
injured her during the form of her disguise,
were forever excluded from participation in the
blessings which she bestowed. But, to those
who in spite of her loathsome aspect, pited and
protected her, she afterwards revealed herself in
the beautiful and celestial form which was nat
nral to her; accompanied their steps, granted
all their wishes, filled their houses with wealth,
made them happy in love, and victorious in war.
Such is the spirit of Freedom. At times, she
takes the form of hateful reptile. She grovels, |
she hisses she stings. But woe to those who in |
disgust shall venture to crush her And happy |
are they who having dared to receive her in her
degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be
rewarded by her, in the time of her beauty and
her glory.
Gentlemen of the Grant Club, let me felicitate
you on the significance and lustre of the great
name so happily adopted by your organization,
and to which it does exemplary and CONSPICUOUS |
honor. 1t to be the common consent
of Union men everywhere, that the heroic SOL
der who turned the disastrous tide of war, and |
led our armies thence to victory and conquest, |
and who stands before the military world the
most lustrious of surviving warriors, shall be
invested with the highest honors of great ma
ton. There had never been epoch in the
country history, when the event of war was so
as when General Grant took chief
of the army. The chains of perpetual
slavery hung clanking over increasing millions ;
the monarchists had seized and were despoiling
a sister republic; the golden belt had been
cloven by the sword, and the constellation of the
Union was in chaos. Freedom, looking from the
eminences of Europe, turned away in sorrow
and dependency, our armies wasted in mac
ton, or were driven back from the strongholds
of Treason. The despots of the earth looked
confidently for the perpetual dissolution of the
American Union; and sneering lords in the
British Parliament had begun to refer to us as
q the late United States.' Arrogant Rebellion
stood menacing in sight of the national capital
and the standard of Union and Freedom, black
cned and torn in many disastrous battle,
seemed almost ready to fall from its emnence.
1t was at such time of national gloom, that the
silent thoughtful man revived the hopes and
aroused the enthusiasm of the country by his
brilliant success in the West. Vicksburg and
Doneson fell the sublime tragedy of Gettys-
burg followed and at last the defiant citadel of
was stormed and overthrow. He was
The Bruce of Freedom and Union, and his last
battle was their glorious Bannockburn. Caesar
himself was driven back from his invasion of
Germany Napoleon's of conquest and glory |
set at Waterloo; but our matchless hero stands
'orth with sixty captured colors streaming
around him, as the great Captain who never lost
battle And, gentlemen, he will again lead US
On to victory over the hordes of Democratic bar
oarism. We hear it from the prophetic oracles