Middletown transcript., 1870-05-14

tons as demcntla parallel to the teachings
of the skeptic Philips or degraded Stevens.
From the gathering gloom of war he
held aloof, but the distant boom of Sum
ter's guns told fearfully on his mind. His
estate lay separated only by creek from
the island plantation of Colonel Du Bois,
to whose accomplished daughter he was
betrothed, and ardently attached.
Col. Du Bois was non-combatant,
welded to his State and home, a kind
master, genial companion and universally
esteemed citizen of the commonwealth.
An old soldier of revolutionary extraction,
he was slow to catch the fever of revolt
that spread widely around him; and Sc
cure in the affection of his family, placing
implicit confidence in his slaves, and a
born Southernor, he had no fear of danger.
Doubtless Stanhope would have bowed
to the popular pressure had not the supe-
rior sagacity of the venerable Colonel
come to the rescue, but the Colonel's age,
combined with the strong love for Lena
Du Bois, were arguments more convincing
than the lovers Of cline and section could
urge for an untricd creed and course.
Skipping the interval when blood stained
the field and tracked some of the fairest
donnie s'of that e;ernal-summcr land, when
manifesto after manifesto failed to con-
rvnce Northern patriots that men who
neither feared or acknowledged a God
sought to level the proud heads of Anglo
Saxons, when political demagogucs stand
ing on the slippery platform Of political
power were fertile in expedients for con-
tinuancc of the same, when daily issues
begot by them were met by cunning sub
terfuge; we look for the pulse beat of
honest men after the bastard issue of the
proclamation of emancipation,
Stanhope, warm and excited, stood on
the Colonels veranda, gunboats in the Of
ting, officers in federal uniform on the
distant beach, negroes in the background.
Old Du Bois calm, thoughtful, putting
a cigar, with feet elevated ON stoop rail-
ing, chair pitched backward, contemplate
ing Lena who stood the picture of statu-
esquc beauty before him.
"Col. the theory is exploded; demo-
cracy hath proved seer for the nonce.
To the devil, say [, with patriotism !'
My dear Percy, no rashncss, for the
love of Heaven"
60 The most malign spirit is manifest in
this proclamation. | admit it is void in
execution, but sir, look ut the motive.
The cravens arded Henry a. Wise when
he hung old John Brown, now the North
ern voice, as one man, chorus " his soul
is marching on"
Said the old man, I" it looks so, and
wrongs not justified by the doings of our
malcontents begin to heap Butler parasites
of power, wi h other fungi warting the
body polite, ride rough at present, but let
old honest Abe have his head my boy.
Many things are now incomprehensible,
but things may appear brighter at the
dawning"
'' BY the Lord p cried Stanhope, "my
blood mounts to fever heat at the idea,
they hope to turn the degraded negro loose
upon us. Think you sir a spirit of kind
ness prompted the act! with mouthing
charlatans and newspapers pandering to
loyal southern sentiment this wholesale
denunciation is most cravenly issued. 1t
is the finger mark my dear sir of indelible
abolitionlsm."
"What have we here!" exclaimed the
old gentleman as Lena with frighted lool;
and shivcring start suddenly sprang to his
side. A squad of men with timed tread
of soldiers and slatternly uniform came rap
idly mp the gravel walk. The barred arm
and brutal dutch face of one, together with
insolont bearing proclaimed him leader.
"And how ish you now old dunder and
blixen 7" he said addressing the old man.
Il am we'll my good fellow. You arc
among friends. How do you do?"
"Nat ish dat? frien you zay? dat isl
goot. Desc niggers is frien very mooch
How you dosh p and he cordially grasped
the hand of beetle browed son of ebony
who stepped out to view the sight, wink
ing at the kitchen maid who framed hel
head in the doorway.
"Your government my fine fellow give.
no license to treat us in the manner yor
are doing" said Stanhope.
"Ter teyil mooch yer nos. BY jingo
Shon dat yaller gal looks fne!"
"Leave, minion!" cried Stanhope, nov
literally enraged beyond endurance.
Take en- prisoner! Take him bris
oner! By tam shay l take EN- prisoner ?
The rattle of bayonets was heard, tn,
seventy years of Du Bois gathered strength
as he hurled the chair on which he haC
sat at the Teuton's Uranium telling him tC
the earth. The Cain branded serfs laugh
ed and shouted in their devilish glee a
the prowess of Mars Lincoln sojers, gloat
ing, depraved wretches, over the final fal
of the venerable patriarch who to then
was both friend and master.
THIRD PICTURE.
There was their Dacan mother-he their sire,
Butchered to make Roman holiday,
All this rushed with his blood-Shall he expir
And unayenged2 Arise ye Goths, and glu
your ire.
Flaming notices told in partisan jour
nails how patriotic foreigners struck dowr
treason in its stronghold. The car of tri
umph crushed down struggling sentiment
devastated and impoverished friend ant
foe alike, then wondered why the Soutl