The Waynesburg Republican. [volume] (Waynesburg, Pa.) 1867-18??, 1868-02-12
THE HERO OF THE PASTE POT.
The Genius Of Liberty naively re

The martyrdom (?) of the horse
thief "Ossawattomie" Brown was des-
tined to furnish the bummers and
cut-throats of Sherman and Sheridan
with barbarous refrain, to the chaunt
of which they marched to the burn
ing Of barns and the spoilation of cit
les.
The pen is mightier than the sword
and ink pots are more dreadful than
bombs! Whoare these mcnth merely
marched hundreds of miles, fought
our battles and won them, to the
chaunt of "John Brown,' when cou-
pared to this one who dashes off ed-
torial articles full of destructive nouns
irresistible adjcctives, s,unmerciful verbs,
with the grape of adverbs and the can
ister ofprepoeitions and conjunctions +?
Jno. Brown has been justly pitied for
his enthusiasm in a good cause and
Sherman and Sheridan with their
"bummers and cut-throats" are
something of heroes but the editor
who boldly stayed at home, flung meta
phorical flags to the breeze, charg-
ed in the abstract, van9uished theo-
retically, wrote without brains and
stood magnanimously in the gap when
the very devils had deserted-this is
the man for the laurels and compli-
mentary liquor while living, and for
a stately monument when dead No
BILE soul We see him scribbling,
and sweating, and supplying manu-
script munition, when common soldiers
yielded to the stress of war, still hold
ing out, and even now unconquered
and unconqnerable, refusing to stay
when he might do 80 comfortably in
the last ditch, but bounding nimbly
into his chair, seizing his pen ofsharp-
ness, and sticking it up to the very nib
in the bodies of all who were craven
wearers of the blue. What, do you
ask, was Sherman and Sheridan and
their "bummers andc -throats" doing
allthis time? Nothing, Sir, absolutely
nothing! They were only wander
ing listlessly about in the wilderness
managing in the most clumsy manner
TO get themselves wounded and killed,
eating less meat in week than our
bold editor eats for his daily breakfast,
watching, planning, mancuvering,
marching, countermarching, charging,
skirmishing, advancing, retreating-
that's all Doing their best in hum
bic way to help the country-that is
all Merely coarse field work, Sir,
aud not your fine intellectual exertion
your excoriating paragraphs, your re-
sistless appeals, your sarcasm:, Sir,
and your snccrs, your beautiful bill
ngsgate, your rhetorical lombard
ments, your irony, rldicule, invective,
and singing defiance!
The man who would have set the
Confederacy upon permanent pins, if
the immortal gods had not proved
traitors, was this inby-ingcrel in
dividual, who writes himself editor.
Bless you! he has never surrendered
Up to this very hour of the day, he
remains belligerent. lie is scribbl-
ing guerrilla. He is a knight of the
pot-hooks and trammels. His is the
blackest of flags, and still he flies it
with undauntcd soul, and, in fact, is
quite as much Of a champion as ever
he was. Ice and Longstrect might
surrender--this rampant editor never!
Some curious persons may inquire
what the Genius man is after, and
what those who arc like him expect.
To which we reluctantly respond that
we do not know. He still trusts,
with touching and infantile simpli-
city, in the Democratic party ofthe
North. He anticipates resurrections.
He thinks that the dry bones can live
again. He boldly declares his reliance
upon Copperheads. He is angry with
Union Soldiers, with Congress, with
everybody-excepting the "Lost
Cause "The gallant General Lee"
and the "brave boys in Gray
Thad. Stevens rejoinder will apply
to his case: In the House of Repre-
sentatives, while a noisy member was
shouting his love of the white rebels
South, and his hate OF the black man,
a gentleman said to Mr.. Stevens, II
wonder what that angry Democrat
wants?" "Why," said the old man,
with a quiet smile, "what he wants
most is--BRAINsw