Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1872-03-01
IFoR The TIaEs.l
Rev. Henry Ward Reecher.

ASONs 41CMEy DcOcucEs
We cannot understand the adulation which
follows this man, the honors that are heaped
upon him, and the extravaganza laudations of
the Northern press. The young and pure
hearted pass by the wise aud gond around
them, and beg him to direct them how tn
walk with safety through the untried paths
of life, as though he possessed the wisdom aud
virtue Of sage. He dies not appear to our
obtuse minds to b. worthy Of imitation "r
reverence. His patriotism is but abolition
cant. He has bitterness, prejudice and
vanity about him Incompatible with true
greatness. And his sermons have become
mere theatrical or political orations, in which
the Deity is named, if named at all, with
mock humility aud reverence. He IS not a
believer in Revelation and the Divine scheme
of mans redemption, which alone enables him
to look undismayed beyond the night of the
grave to the certain dawn of an eternal morn
ing. How much of the blood shed in Kansas
AS we'll as all that afterwards flowed in the
South cries aloud against him. The records
If Eternity will show that the hands with
which each Sabbath he clasps the Bible are
crimson dyed. he a guide for the young and
innocent!
AS soon as hostiities between the North
aud South commenced, this reverend bnfpnn
and most sausuinary of divines, "strong," not
in Innocence" but in effrontery, 'as 10 trip
pie mall, with his purse well filled by his
crack-brained congregation, sailed away to
England, las did his sister after the publca-
ton of Uncle Toms Oabin,' hoping there
to be feted aud praised for the large share he
had had in bringing about civil war in his
own country and driving brave and inno-
cent people from the protection of its laws
and of its flag. And while he was toadying
to the nobility of England, many of whom
looked with horror upon the fratricide, wall
went up from the suffering South, and the
babe whom be had helped to make fatherless,
cried in vain for bread. What cared he that
the wretched Southerner, who sought home
beyond the seas, wept as his breaking heart
remembered that kindred blood smoked upon
fields Of carnage among the sweet valleys Of
his native land.
Beecher was at Gettysburg at the dedica-
ton Of the Soldiers Monument" drawn in
state with two others-one, Gen. Meade, who
shot down the unfortunate Jerseymen, because
after they were forced into Virginia, they re
fused to fight, or in their own words, to lend
their aid to destroy the liberties their gallant
forefathers had bequeathed to them. And
sad it must have been to see the lifted and
sentle-hearted Bayard Taylor. (who was the
utherl, associated with these tigers.
Beecher visited Gettysburg again about a
year ago. but did not seem to enjoy himself,
and came away whining about the unburried
CInfederates-wanted the bones out of sight !
Can it be possible that his ferocious heart
then beat calmly enough to reflect that his
country might one day have sore need of
these brave men; and did be wish that bis
t'ngne had been palsied ere he had preached
the Southern crusade, which sent them to un-
timely graves.
We should have thought if such reflections
as these crowded upon bis heart, he would
have Sat him down among these poor mould
ering bones and wept his life away.
But we give him credit for no such thoughts |
He has simply had the full meal for which he
81 long hun.ered-the blood of the slave
holder. And .bow so modified, so appease'i
is he, that even little Southern children, if they
wish to see this monster, may come up and
take his dripping paw.
Come up then, little children, come with
ynur mothers 10 your mourning robes! H.
will not hurt you now, he is not hungry-he
has just devoured your fathers, husbands and
brothers. G. A. P.