The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-02-12
Seward Haunted by the Devils.

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Seward, it is said, keeps surrounding his house
in Washington, night and day, by an armed
force to protect his person from the assassins
which haunt his imagination perpetually.
There are in the United States hundreds of in
nocent men who have been imprisoned in
loatbsOme dungeons, not by any law, but by
secret telegraphio dispatches sent by his orders
Among these hundreds may there not be some
who have the. will and the pluck to pay
the debt OF just vengeance which they owe
him That is terrible question which dings
in the ears of his conscience night and day.
Waking, it haunts his reason, aud sleeping 1t
appal5 his dreams. The 'little bell' which
he once boasted he could touch and summon the
tools of his malice to incarcerate any victim
he pleased, now rings ever in the chambers Of
his own brain, and peoples it with swarming
assassins called upon to mete out just and
summary vengeance upon his guilty soul.
For a man of his bad heart he had good
time it during of his horrid reign.
But he sold himself to the Devil, aud now
legions of internal imps people his thoughts,
demanding their just dues, and refusing to be
appeased with pything short of this incsssant
torture of dismay. He sees, and he ought to,
III every mans hand ath-grapple clutch
ing at his throat. He would be cOmbelled to
utterly despse universal humanity if he did
not believe that hundreds of wronged men
mean to kill him. A man who feels that he
holds on to life only by the sufferance of
honest men whom he has outraged is GER
tainly wretch who deserves pity, if it were
not crime to pity such a sooundrel. That
man is William II. Seward. Historically
speaking, he has certainly made his bed in
hell. His name must 90 into history hun
dred thousand times more dishonored than
that of Robespierre. For Robespierre was
strongly impelled, by circumstances over
which he was personally powerless, to commit
the horrid excesses laid to his charge. Bat
Seward was by every circumstance impelled
in another direction. His lettreS de cachet origi-
mated in himself They were simply born of
the dog nature within him.
Mean, selfish, cruel, and cowardly, he re-
sorted to the dungeon to revenge himself upon
those whose arguments he could not answer,
and whose virtuous love of constitutional
liberty he abhorred. And when his victims
asked their jailors for the benefit of counsel,
he brutally telegraphed back that if they
dared to invoke the aid of counsel he "should
deem that as sufficient cause for further de-
| tention."
This is the record the scoundrel has made
| for himself-a record that will send his name
into history not only as one of the most de-
testable of mankind, but which must also
cruelty every hour left to his guilty life. A
record, we say, which has peopled his imagi-
nation with assassins. Assassins do we cal
them How can we call those GSsaSSinS who
only revenge their own great wrongs and
execute the mission of justice upon the com
mon enemies Of libertyY The very pains
Seward resorts to in order to protect his per
son from violence, sufficiently prove that he
is fully conscious of his deserts. His per
petual dread of being killed like dog is bu
the voice of Gods justice, which will cry
evermore even out of the bowels Of crime
itself. AS he totters nearer and nearer to the
grave, the abhorred old mans imagination
will be more and more appalled, with the dreat
| of approachinp iustice, ..Hl.