The Greenville times., 1874-09-12

the New YORK press Oh tiie beeeii'i
Til.on affair, from which we make
the following extracts, which We
commend as about the best reading
we find floating around:
The average New York mind is
not virtuous and being Il little
careless as to the seventeenth COM
mandment, the New York editors
do not enter into the psychology OF
the matter, and still less into its
theology into Beecher's invasion
Of society; into Beccher's betrayal
of friend; into Beecher's desecra-
ton of religion into Beecher's H.
nal mess Of lies and garbage. The
editor of the New York Bumblebee
and blow gun is in kind like the
editor Of the Kioka (Mississippil
Ruflled- -Shirt-and- Be -Dam-to-the-
Niger; the two differ only In de-
gree. Both are the subjects Of pre-
judicc Uf one sort or another, and
as the one looks with complacency
on the indiscretiOns Of the friend
who has bathed his hands in dusky
gore, so the other-mindful OF q DIFF
fer0nt class of associations. but still
animated by u kindred sentimental
impulsc--has a sneaking fondness
for the conrade who, iinprudent as
he Is admitted TO bo, has yielded
70 an equally common masculine
iniirmity. The likeness is simple
and obvious. Our Kioka contem-
porary argues that his friend has
merely put an end to d--d black
son Of a saw log, whilst the friend
Of the editor of the great metropol-
itan daily has very naturally, sail
cd In where he was invited, and
that at the expense Of nobody but
Tilton, who, to the editorial horo-
scope Of New York, Is rs contempt
iblo, weak and poor US any harm.
less negro Of the South. Thus II is
that even the cold.n0sed editor Of
tho Nation, To say nothing Of the
recluse Of the World, Is moved to
support the pretensions Of hare
faced and shameless humbug, thro'
the Icy medium Of an over-rciined
intellectually, stimulated perhaps
by the remembrance Of jolly intel.
lectuGl breakfasts, where the gny
preacher was almost as amusing as
In his own pulpit.
Never mind Tilton. Tilton be
blowcd he's only a poor devil Of
a cuckold, who didn't take a pistol,
like Mr.. Mcfarland, and go and
shoot Bcechcr during one of his nd.
mirablc comedy performances some
Sunday morning In Brooklyn.--
Suppose he had. Gods, what n
hero he would have been! There
would have been q sensation for
you! Suppose some quiet Sunday
after collecting his proof and ma
king his case, 1'ilton had stalked
into Beecher's presence and inter
ruptcd one of his grand sentences
with q bullet; the great preacher
throws his arms upward to Coz
and falls upon his face, dead TIN
assassin moves ont calmly, a pale
curly-hcaded maniac; Mr.. job,
Graham makes Il beautiful speech
and all is well. The fircside ha'
been vindicated. The false preach
er has been punished. The mur
derer is q true man and hero
and the world moves on as 1t mo
we'd before, selfsatisfled, self-right
eous, solf-glorifying. The TRACED,
passes into tradition.
Oh. no; nothing of the sort. l
is a simple case Of fornication
No tragedy at all scarcely the in
gradients for an ordinary domesti
drama. A buxom preacher, a bi
too previous with other mem
wives; an inspired fool, little to
:. conceited and garrulous F.; a wretch
y cd sly puss Of sentimentalis
with turn for theology and tast
for intrigue; n mother.in-law an
kitchen maid, both destitute ,
humor, with half a dozen religion
pimps for jurors, make up the SUI
Q and substance of the BrOokly
r scandal. An unheroic theme fl
J. the stage. There is nothing In
q but nastiness; no blood, no poisol
h no powder, no pistols nor thing
q What wonder that the New Yor
o journals seek to escape its bast
n features by adhering to the conse
, vatism Of the case and the conse
4 vative party, which Is tho Beech'
- party, with It's organization, none
g :, and brains? Any way they tai
:, 1t, they are sure to come upon
:, dunghill, and If they prefer Il
: larger and dirtier pile, that is onl
- an error of circumstance aud jud,
:, ment, not a venial fault.
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