Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1877-06-07

to the veal or the woe of this country His
motives are undoubtedly pure. Think g We
may of the wisdom of the act, it is done, and
there is no good in bad feeling over it. The
Rept blicAn party can not afford to break with
its President on a single issue. Therefore,
let Us leave the point Of difference undiscilssed,
and seek the points Of agreement, that we
may harmonize on, them. This is substanti
ally Senator, Morton's advice to the party = u
| The De KALB SLAUGHTER.
+ A Recital by Mrs. ChisoIm.
An Appalling. story Of the Massa!
! i ere In the kemper County Jail
/ The Scenes Witnessed by the
! W lie and Mother of Re
mOrseless Barbarify-The He
rOisIm Of the Father and Daugh-
ter. 80. ,.,',.,-, -. isl--
d A Washington special to the Balti-
more American of May %, says that q
lady in this city, who was acquainted
with the unfortunate Chisolm. family,
has received from the widow Of Judge
ChisoIm letter descriptive ofthe mas
sacre in the Jail " De fKalb, iKemper
county, Mississippi. twas not writ
ten with view 10 publication, but 1t
contains so strong and pathetic de-
scription of that awful tragedy that the
recipient has been persuaded to per-
init your correspondent to forward its
contents to YOU. No abstract of the
incidents of the scene witnessed by the
desolate woman, who saw husband,
son and daughter, shot down blythe
mob, wsuldl do justice to- her recital Of
the great crime then. perpetrated. The
letter In fuHris as follows: eilm
"' g,l De KALB, Mis-, May 20.
MRS.
Il Your kind letters to my beloved
daughter. Just before her departure to
s.the h0uses not made with, hands,"
were received They, were highly APP
preeiated by both my. then surviving
loved ones. Il sn. still incapable Of
writing in q connected manner. / sit
in Y room where loving hands laid my
baby daughter 4CerneIin), and where
my own hands laid out ON the carpet
the shattered and beautiful casket
which had contained the spirit Of our
little J Johnnie. n My companions are the
blood of my husband and \ goblet OF
pure white lilies, held in her little fin
gers after her spirit had escaped like q
wounded dove to the Eosom of the
Father. y My little girl wrOteto me of
you in the 5kiDdest terms, and often
spoke of you as the sweetest Of, women.
My husband Was murdered for no
cause but that he Was loyal to- the flag
which be then thought would protect
our citizens. Mr.. Gifmori was murder
ed on the streets 90 his way to deliver
himself to the Sheriff and held aby one
of the guards (?) while being shot by
his sOnrin-law.r Mr. Rosenhsum es
capped by bowling SO among the mcb
that If they fired on him they would
shoot some OF their own. Mr.. McLel-
Ian WAS an old man, with gray hair,
and 8 British subject, who had often
assured me he Could not be naturalized
because the Government was not
strong enough to protect its. subjects.
He was man without blemish, one of
natures nOblemen. knowing he could |
neither be bought nor frightened, the
Sheriff called him down, unaffned and |
delivered him to the mob, who dis
patched him, putting two more loads |
saw myself. My boy, after having
his hand shot of, made q quick turn |
and placed his other shoulder to the
door, which they were chopping open
with axes and prizing with iron bars.
I was locked out of the Jail at the time,
having, by the direction of my hus-
band, gone to the house for moment
on business. Seeing my boy, I placed
my hand through the CRATE and
implored him to leave, for IL he were
killed his father could do nothing. I
did not know II then, but my son Clay
caught him in hisarms and ran behind
a huge iron cage; but even before Clay
could spring back TO take his place,
Johnnie cried out "Oh! my father"
aud sprang between his father and one
Rosser placed the gun TO the ! heart OF
my little baby and sent the whole load
into him. AT that instant my noble
husband obtained the only loaded gun
there, and which had been taken from
our house and killed Roeser. did not
see all this, but saw Cornelia fainting,
when ran my hand through the bars
and rubbed her face; telling her
Tor fathers sake to rally, which she
did and gathered In her arms her little
with whom she ran behind
the cage. The ayeugfng angel wrote
down the cries of sorrow sent forth by
father and children over the body Of
our child. Jnst then some one cried
out, "'Get away from here, Rossef ie
lead now" !" They all ran away. Two
after running turned and took hold Of
his feet, dragging him down like. the
Ie sst he was. The lock was chopped
off the door, 50 the way was open to I
ne, and / sprang ia to give thelintel.
fgence that the mob were firing the I [
house. found the room Hiied with
Imoke from, the burning clothes Of my
10Y. Ny daughter g face was gore Of \
,l0od, cut BY the shot striking the iron Il
,ars and striking her face. / gave a
tiss to my son as he gave the last gasp
tut one, and his sister caught the last.
told my husband to fight his way {
through, not knowing then, as I after /
wards learned, that the guards had h,
heir guns furnished by the Sheriff d
oaded with wadding and powdergN Iix
Ook Johnnie's shoulders 10 nv arms. !,
md Clay carried his feet. Coming IA
lown the stairs and through a hail to
he only outside door, / saw q renewal {
4 the attack. We hastily laid hImi h