The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-04-30
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COYODE'S WAR PATH.

glimpse Oh lub I6doOho WY olu5o duu oualAo
and cockroaches, and other creeping venom
ous things, are inflicted upon us. When,
with exultation, we crush q New Jersey mos
quito the conjecture may be pardoned why
the buzzing, blood-sucking insect was ever
created So in the moral world, when we
read that Covode is about to be snuffed ont,
we wonder with what aim, in the order of
Providence, he was brought into being, and
why be has SO long been permitted to buzz
and in small way, to sting.
John Covode, NJ. @. for the old Nineteenth,
now the Twenty. first, district of Pennsylva-
MA, being about to retire to the shades of
Westmoreand issues farewell address to his
constituents. So did Washington and jack
sen; and so, but for an accident, would Lin
coln have done. 1t is described by the Times
as an Interesting letter." and Forneys
dsilies shed abundant tears as the Covode
luminary goes down, he trusts but for
season. In his valedictory he does not tell us
by what means he got into Congress, nor how
he has kept himself there. He has nothing
to say about the wretched enginery of
Know Nothingism which jerhed him, and
many like him, into position, nor about his
friends Millward and Remak. All this he
passes by to give us the neurology of
his insignificant radical colleagues, stating,
with admirable simplicity, that ''while num-
ber of Congressional fre-eaters, such as
others were killed, none of the Union men,
bers of Congress-, except one, fell in battle"
Six of those worthless hold, or have held,
snug offices-Colfax, Washburne, Burlingame,
Spinner, Allison, and Pringle-while but one,
Baker, did any fighting. Covode then re-
cites, with much unction, his services in in
vestigating Mr.. Buohanans navy yards, at
tributing to poor Mr.. Lincoln the excessively
silly remark that sit finished the Democratic
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strain of especial complacency by stating that
he and ''noble old Ben Wade" and Chandler
''of the strong impulses" where to active
spirits of the Committee on the Conduct of
the War, and, ''as such, we're made the asso-
ciates of 'Lincoln and his Cabinet in matters
pertaining to it.
Now, dismissing for the moment the indi-
vidual Covode, this revelation of the connec-
ton of the radical mischief-makers of that
committee with the Lincoln Cabinet enables
us to say a word, for which we have long
sought an opportunity, as to the secret tri-
bunal of whose infamous conduct the Ameri-
can public has but little conception. We
have often thought that by and by, when
history comes to be written, the Southern
soldiers will fare better than those of the
North. They, no doubt, had their bicker-
ings and heart-burnings and jealousies
quite as hot and as bitter as ours. But they
either did not wash their dirty linen at all,
or they washed it in private. Not so with u.s.
We had Congressional committee whose
business it was to listen to and record mill
tary scandals, and to print them all IN per-
petatdrp rel nlen10rSGm, and now, whenever
Southern or foreign writer seeks for some
matter of elimination of the North, he turns
to this Covode committee record and there
he finds it in proof. Nowhere is this more
manifest than in Eston Cookies exceedingly
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yode are his main authorities. 1t is an inte-
resting subject, and we ask attention to it
especially on the part of candid military stu
DENTS In a general way, we can say of it
that we wonder any prominent man remained
in the Federal service at all when subjected
to such supervision. The French Jacobins
sent their committees to the front, and when
they could catch them, as with Custine and
Biron, cut off their heads. Hoche died and
Dumouriez ran away. Our Jacobins safe
safely at Washington, keeping open house
for every fugitive slanderer from the camps,
and cooperating with Lincoln and his Cabi-
net" in defaming fighting men at distance
1t was not their fault that there was no physi-
cal deeapitation.
The first matter which these people under
took to investigate was ''Bull Run, and it
was intended that General Mcdowell should
be the victim. He escaped, however, pretty
well, 1Of Llo naU an uneasy con-
seriousness that the Son to Richmond" cry
had something to do with the reverse and
the jolly Congressman who had gone to the
front with iced champagne and sandwiches,
and their wives and daughters, perhaps sure
of victory, felt that they were q little respon-
sible for what had happened; and SO, as we
have said, there was no scape-goat unless it
was Tyler or Patterson. Then General
Mcclellan came on the scene, and from the
first moment that he appeared this committee
began to revile and disparage him. In his
questions his great merit in this
he probably never bestowed a thought
on the cable at the capitol. He
never thought of them-and die
not care a straw what they thought o
him. Had he been less of soldier and more
of Washington ha6itGe, it would have beer
different. Witness the luck of Dahlgren anG
D. d. Porter, and Meigs, and the varied Co.
burg ramihcations of the District of Colum
bia! General McClellans mistake, taking
practical view of the subject, was double
but very creditable one. He treated the
Congressional manipulators with contempt
and yet, with the blindness of a generous
spirit, he trusted with entire faith the Execu
tive. He thought Stanton his friend, and h
had faith in Mr.. Lincoln's jocular sympathy
One reads now with wonderland no one, W,
imagine, more SO than General Mcclellan
his Joyous, affectionate telegram from Frede
rick before Sharpsburg: -"My respects e
Mrs. Lincoln. Received most enthusi
astically by the ladies. Will send yo,
trophies. This after he had been saper
seeded and almost insulted by Lincoln
pet, Pope, and just before Burnsid
was put in his place. Mcclellan had to-
much of the faith of the soldier, and neve
dreamed that, as we now learn, Covode an
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