The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-08-10

Is Of the same yeaP tho terrible draft
riots broke out in New York City.
Now [ do not charge that Seymonr
did not seek to QUeH the riot. But
own home against the Government
and the flag. Strong men wept with
shame and rage. Firm lips closed In
a fercer-wrath as they whispered the
news down the ranks, and muskets
were griped with a vengeiul feeling
such as we had not known before in
skirmish and battle. Could we have
filed that day into Broadway, there
would have bees-a bloody reckoning.
and short work would have been
made with His Excellency's especial
friends. dApplause. We had left
home to fight your battles, and we felt
thatyou were bound to tax yourselves,
If needs be, TO -yeur last dollar, to
pensioH our widows, to succor our
wounded, and to4ecd our little ones.
I'VE were there just as much tor your
sakes as for oursown, and we felt thai
when .our ranks grew thin we had 4
right to reinfurcements; that you
were hound in honor to send us Your
voupg men and YDur strong men, even
ifyour old men and boys had-to work
vour factories, and your women had.
lfo.tiIl the fields. We were terribly
in earnest. -We7were fighting rebels.
We meant to stand up to our work,
and we very solemnly intended that
you should stand squarely up to
yours. EApplause. How reverent-
" We thanked God when
the good Lineoln and the lion
hearted Stanton said the draft should
be.enf5rced. ERpplause.] And how
we cheered the soldiers who were sent.
from our midst to enforce the law and
uphold the honor of our flag against
the Northern mob. You can now
understand. how we soldiers feel
toward His Exeellency Horatio Sey5
.mour. @In the hour of our sorrow and
wearinessh he had no encouragement
for US nO-faitlEin our courage. and
no faith in the final victory. Now, in
our triumph, when the flag streams
out on every breeze and all our land
is one again, we have no need for
thee, HOrati6 Seymour. Applause.
Let Southern rebels shout thy praise:
,let the ~bnrners1of orphan asylums,
and the deserter-and the skulker from
the draft Irvine laurels for thy brows;
we will stand by the old flag, allr,bat-
tie SCARED, but: glorious in victory.
while we followsthe great captain of
u armies, our own Ulysses. Grant.
IApplause. Atthe battle OF Look
Mountain, as, following the line
of ire, our surgeons climbed up the
billy steep they met four soldiers
coming down and carrying In a
tblaaket a shapeless mass. hay
ing their burden tenderly down, they
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wounded color sergeant. His shoulder
The surgeon knelt. and put
brow, asked, My brave fellow, where
a moment, and he family answered,
good man, whereabouts are you
opened. again his pale lips moved, as
he whispered, I was almost at the
top, sir, bearing TIE flag, when the
and | should have been clear up He
gave ane gasp and his brave spirit
was gone forever. And so, dear
almost at the top. In faith and love
we nave carried the ueaf ola nag IOr
four long years of struggle until now
we are above the clouds, fighting as
Joe Hooker fought up in the clear
sunlight OF absolute justice and right.
[Applause.] Only once more close
up the ranks. Only once more press
up the mountain slope, and we shall
plant our dear old flag clear up on
the mountain top of a final victory for
liberty and the rights of man. Loud
and continued applause." ..