The New York herald., 1872-12-21
Save Horace Greeley from HI
Friends.

There are more things on earth. particu-
larly in the vicinity of the Tribxns Office,
Horace Greeley. than were dreamed of in your
philosophy when, trustfully listening to the
advice gratuitously administered by the pres
ent publisher of your journal, you allowed
yourself to be nominated to the Presidency
With the guilelessness of your simple nature
you had faith in those who seemed to have
profound faith in you. You believed that tina
Augean stables of the government needed
cleansing Your publisher declared that you
were called upon to be the Hercules. For six
months you gave, night and day. brain and
muscle to the stupendous task. You labored
for the Tribune more than for yourself. You
knew that your success would be its greatest
triumph. and when State elections foretold
defeat when aspiration lost its silver lining
Of hope, your great intellect lost its balance
not because of personal ambition. but because
of too terrible strain; because of the ruin
which you fancied you had brought upon
your unselfsh advisers. You imagined
that they would be as true to you
in adversely as you had been to them in the
hour Of battle. You fancied that they would
brave the consequences of fidelity. You died
in this childlike faith, and 10 when the tomb
closes upon your mortality, your good friends
turn tragedy into burlesque ! You, Horace
Greeley, founded journal No sooner did
the Presidential contest cease than you pub
lished card in the Tribune, declaring that
henceforth il should be your endeavor to make
your journal thoroughly independent, treating
all parties and political movements with ju-
dical fairness and candor but courting the
favor and deprecating the wrath of no one.
We hailed the !rieane's return to independent
journalism with all the heartiness that a ship
sailing in calm waters salutes the approach OF
one supposed to have been wrecked. You,
Horace Greeley, meant what you said; but you
are gone, and to preserve the traditions Of
him whose only and highest ambition was to
be remembered as the 'Founder of the New
York Tribune seems not to enter into the cal
culations of those who have mounted to for
tune on your broad shoulders. You
are lion, Horace Greeley, but you
are dead, and q live fox is worth
wilderness of dead lions. As your friends
show such devotion to your daughters and
your principles, perhaps il is as well for them
that you are dead; for, by kindly retiring to
another world, had not your life policy en-
riched your well-beloved Tribune one hundred
thousand dollars? Have you not benevolently
opened the way to reconciliation with the ad-
ministration? You are dead, Horace Greeley.
and need not be sacrificed personally. but
somebody must be, and what more in conso-
nance with your desires than to make scape-
goat Of the man who at your request occupied
your vacated chair, serving you Loyalty and
well? With his head decapitated partisan
wrath is appeased; with Schuyler Oolfax
welding your pen, Horace Greeley, the world
would assist at the sublimest summersauh
ever executed in the political arena; and if the
journal which for six months hurled thunder
bolts at the administration, which for few
weeks has been true to its best instincts does
not become the smiling slave Of the party in
power it is simply because the Vice President
of the United States places higher value on
his services than do they who would employ
him.
Do you aspire to be the founder Of such
Tribune, Horace Greeley? Do you know that
this conspiracy against your journalistic faith
began before you were buriedP And did you
dream that your own wills could be turned
against those nearest and dearest to you?
The subscription fund for the benefit Of your
daughters was declined by them, and the 7Ei-
bune, with commendable generosity. declared
it to be the intention of your associates to pro-
tect and provide for your heirs should your
property be inadequate to their requirements
Mark how well this promise is fulfilled.
Horace Greeley. The combinations by which
your daughters can honorably retain youR
stock in the Tribune are frustrated, and your
final will, unreservedly leaving to them the
remains Of your not too large estate. is con.
tested. And why?
Is il in obedience to the desire of your
daughtersp No; they are both satisfied. The
elder to prove her good faith, has made over
to her minor sister all property justly her due.
Is it to satisfy your sisters, whom you have
befriended for years your brother, upon
whom, according to his own public statement.
you have spent thousands Of dollars? BY no
means. One and all have released your daugh
ters from the obligations of the will of II.
Your own friend and former counsel Horace
Greeley, rivalled Pecksniff when he attempted
to defend the interests of your injured brothel
from the rapacity Of your unnatural daughter.
This injured brother declares that he had
never been applied to either by the counsel Of
the executors of the will of 1871 or by ths
executors themselves. Who then, Horace
Greeley, is making byword Of your namef
A few days ago we gladly published Mr..
Samuel Sinclair's card, in which he stated
that he had done all in his power to harmo-
nize the interests in your will, and that your