The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1872-07-18
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The Protest of a Mother Of too Dead
Soldier Soas-Ihe Spirit of '62-
Shall We Forget?
To the Editor Qfthe Leader.
lam an old lady sixty three years Of
age, and widow. This Is the first
time ] ever attempted to write an 'arti-
ole for publication. But cannot keep
silent. It is out of the fullness of nv
heart my pen speaketh. During our
late fearful war, devoted every ener-
gy OF my being to working for the
poor, brave suffering men and boys
who were periling their lives for their
country's honor. ! deemed no sacri-
flee too great. rq.g y j, x,
: Two precious sons remained to me,
while the grass was growing green
over the graves Of six. When the first
call was made for v0lunteers-aftert the
fall of Sumpter, among the foremost to
rush forward and give his name, was
my darling boy-literally . boy-only
nineteen years of age. Crowding back
the hot tears of agony, / gave my con.
sent and kissed him for the last time.
He fell dead---shot through the head
in his first battle. For his country he
died, and early and late from my
aching, bleeding heart, went forth the
prayer, "Teach me, OIL Father, to say,
Thy will be DONE" Then, when the
cry was heard for "three hundred thou
sand more" / gave up my last and only
oncl my precious boy Harry. With
streaming tears and quivering heart
strings ] babe him 60 at his scountry's
need" That brave young boy was
slowly, cruelty murdered in Anderson
vile. A few scrawled lines with q
pencil, on the margin of an old torn
newspaper, was brought to me by q
more fortunate comrade who was dis
charged: "1'hey are starving W to
death, mother. Z shall neUer see you
again, dear, dear mother. Pray for
your boy Hdsry!.' That was all the
record left, save the after message,
Deddi
Then, when our war was over, and
his mnrderers were escaping unscath-
ed, when JEFF. Davis and his cold
blooded satellites were set at large, un.
punished, / strove to still the angry
murmurings of my heart by remem-
bering that there was just God, who
hath said, vengeance is mine" Il
will repay"
I am an old-fashioned woman, Mr..
Editor, one who has always felt that
woman's province was home. l have
disproved of and coldly ignored every.
thing pertaining to the so-called s'w o.
mans rights" movement. In fact j
have felt that woman's elamoring fol-
the ballot was uncalled for, indelicate
and unwomanly, having its origin only
in an ambition for notoriasy and a de-
sire to usurp q mans place.
When / read of Horace Greeley's
nomination for the Presidency, the
bosom friend of jeff Davis, his sym
pathizer and bondsman-Jef Davis
the black-hearted traitor, the cold
bl0oded, inhuman butcher, the de.
moniac slaughterer and torturer oil
thousands upon thousands Of fathers
and sons, husbands and brothers.
I when read, repeat, that Greeley
had been nominated for the highest
and most honorable position in oul
land, to take the place once occupied
by Washington and the murdered
Lincoln, / sat paralyzed for hours
Had my country fallen thus low
Were our dead soldiers 70 be thus in.
suited in their graves2 Was the grie1
of the broken.hearted wives, mothers
sisters and daughters thus to be made
a mockery Off just as well nominate
JEFF Davis himself as his warm sym.
pathizer, bosom friend and coadjutor
Greeley. In fact, extreme soplistry
might possibly, by mighty effort
call up some things in partial extenua.
ton of some of Davis crimes, blu,
what can the most charitably inclined
urge for Greeley Not one extenuat.
ing shadow can be put forth for tho
Northern renegade, who proffered aid
and sympathy, thus virtually indorsine
every barbarOus act of the arch traitor
Jc6 and his miaions. It has beer
said that Horace Greeley had mot one
single relative serving in the northern
army, while his wife did lose two
cousins fighting beneath the rebel flag
Perhaps this solves the riddle of tho
r6negade's course. Can he be in.
fatuated enough to suppose that one
brave Union soldier in the land, can 50
far forget his self-respect and man.
hood as to become his alder and abet
ter by helping him into the White
House?
To day Mr.. Editor, from nv inner
most heart, and for the first time /,
my life, wish that it were woman,
privilege to vote. Old as am. and
and shrinking IS always have from
publicity, would make il my mission
to labor among my sex from earl,
morn till dewy eve for six month,
to come, If need be, to prevent tn,
shadow of possibility of that man.
being elected. But it will not be; h,
cannot be. 1t is disgrace heavy ant
black enough to the country, that b,
has been nominated. Why there ar,
surely in the land staunch and true, il
numbers sufficient to rally for tn,
right and crush down this vile attemp
OF the friends of treason and tn,
South, to hoist into the White Hous,
person acknowledged to be tn,
sworn ally Of the rebels, through hi
warm sympathy with its leaders.
| l, the now childless mother of two
dead soldier boys, appeal to ever,
brave noble fellow who has worn TIL,
blue" to be true to himself and hi
country, true to the memory Of hi
fallen comrades, "who tho dead We
speaketh; " true to every principle o
honor, manhood and seli-respecl, il
this hour Of temptation to himself
and peril to his country.
l Wives and mothers, sisters ant
daughters, now is the silent gentl,
home influence" to make itself felt
perhaps you feel no interest in poll
tics; arouse yourself if never before
and think who the man is that wa,
nominated at the Cincinnati Conyen
ton for the next President. Think wht
and what Horace Greeley has proved
himself to be Even If vol
shave no interest in politics." thinl
how you would feel were JEFF Davi.
nominated for the Presidency. Horace
Greeley is second only to him. He il
his sworn ally and friend, the mar
4 who stepped forward and rescued tht
arch-demon from even slight punish.
ment. Did the cruel war snatch from
you loved one, a father or brother
husband or son ? then by their blood
which crieth to you from the grave, j
adjure you to use all the influences YOU
possess, to prevent this insult to the
memory Of your loved and lost, and
the sickening Obloquy and foul dis