North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1868-09-23


columns the following article from the
Cresco Raindealer. Our personal respect
for President BRUSH was always sincerely
recorded, but this proof Of his appreciation
of the elements of true christianity, thoug
not in accord with the oratorical and
editorial efforts of those with whom he il
in political afiliation, awakens in Us
additional regard. How follower o
jesus could talk otherwise than does
Professor Brush, is past our comprehen
sion, but as many of them do so to gain a
partisan advantage, this instance com.
mends itself to all WHO respect the pre-
ceipts and practices of the Saviour rather
than the conduct Of Mr.. Seymour's
braw!ing opponents:
"a SENSIBLE VIEw.-Professor VIM.
Brush, of the Upper Iowa University, at
Fayette, and one OF the most prominent
and reasonable men belonging to the re-
publican party in Northern Iowa, recently
made in our hearing some remarks in
reference to the assaults made against
the character of IIoratio Seymour, as a
patriot, and christian gentleman that we
feel justified in referring to it ut this
time.
In speaking of the charges brought
against Gov. Seymour of withholding men
to put down the rebellion he said the
charge was sufficiently refuted in the
earnest thanks of President Lincoln and
Secretary Stanton in answer to Seymour's
response for men to repel Lees invasion
of Pennsylvania. He asked if Seymour
who furn shed 10000 men from New
York for that purpose was a traitor, what
Gov. Curtin Of Pennsylvania was, failing
as he did, to furnish single reg giment?
Ills answer to the charge thatSeymour did
not use the military to Suppress the New
York riot was, that in responding prompt.
ly to the call of Mr.. Lincoln for troops,
with 10000 men, that arm of power was
for the time paralyzed. He further said
that if Governor Seymour had, had the
the requisite military force ut hand, and
resortcd to its use, INVOLVING alike the in
nocent with the guilty, where milder in
fuences could be used with equal potency
he would have robbed himself and the
country of the moral triumph he so grand
II achieved over violent and exasperated
mob by his force of character, and his
known and acknowledged reputation for
giving to all men equal and exact justice.
Professor Brush, regarded that as one of
the noblest achievements off human intel
lect. creditable alike to the head and heart
OF the eminent statesman, philosopher and
christian who had SO successfully resorted
to their use, in such an emergency, and
instead of detracing from his merit was
among the brightest laufels won by that
distinguished civilian
Gen. IIalpine.
The death Of this distinguished humor-
list, satirist and poet, known so well and
SO favorably as "Private Miles O'Reilly,"
editor of the New York Citizen. We clip
the following notice of his death. If there
is anything more beautiful we have not
read it:
"F. Emeral," sub. editor of the Citizen,
closes one of his regular humorous con
tributions with the following beautiful
passage:
Thus far had written by the bright,
flashing sea, under the blithe, CHEEKY,
morning sunlight, when the wires thrilled
with the passing message, smiles O Reilly
il dead" The paper before me, where l
had unwittingly been tracing careless,
empty jokes, while our dear commander
lay dead in his quiet coffin, faded as the
sudden mist dimmed my sight. All, brave,
kindly, generous Miles, your CHEEKY voice,
encouraging, approving. advising, shall
never gladden. your friends again. Never
more the warm hand grasp; never move
the genial welcome; never more the quick
sympathy that drew us all to you! The
'.Old Green Flag" you loved SO well,
droops in sorrow to the soft green grass
that waves above you now. And we that
are left, after little space, must take up
our daily burdens. and pursue the old
path, uncheered by your presence, and
lacking your tried and honored leadership.
So to each one of us comes, sooner or
later, the awful messenger to summon us
behind the We into the great and solemn
mystery beyond. God grant that VIC may
leave behind us memories as dear, regrets
as deep and broad, and a silent mist of
tears as pure and deep sprung as those
that gathered as we looked our last upon
the noble face of dear, dead Miles o Reilly.