The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1877-10-12
Mcclellan.

for Governor of New jersey
Mcclellan, another Philadelphia boy,
who left home fortunately for his prospects
and partially Westernized himself in Ohio,
is now candidate for Governor of New
Jersey. Mr.. Leon Albeit, his principa
competitor was also of Philadelphia rails.
ing, but he has not imp wirss,,l tle 9,
man and Jerseymanth mis- scrupualoav u.s.
ness, or what the Virginians cali high tone.
Bbbett lodged himself into the Office oil
President of the Senate by "playing :" both
Green and Mcpherson, tine candidates for
United States Senator, and he then en-
deavored to dragon Mcpherson, the sue
cessful competitor, into supporting him.
But that election had cost Mcpherson some
money and he did not covet an investiga-
tion that was threatened by Abbett's in
censed opponents in case he linked fortunes
with Albeit. Mcpherson and the State
House ring, of which the head is Kelsey,
therefore agreed to plague both the rival
houses and produce a new man altogether.
The gentle Mcclellan was the product-he
who always sees two roads where there is
only one and is the most perfect modern
realization of Hamlet: Courtly, affection
ate, brave, indecisive, philosophie, victim
lied. He is always Prince and never
KiDg-like; invisible apron-strings attach
him to some fond maternity, where it is
the dear conceit that he will be George
Washington or Andrew Jackson yet. How
often have we seen some such schocl-fellow
the ideal Of us all, with all the advantages,
ever pushed forward, precociously in the
advance, likened to Napoleon and Ney,
and yet forever relapsing and on our hands
again This is Mcclellan, the Re gagan-
tasonao Of Che political opposition to Lincoln,
Grant, Stanton, Stevens, Hooker, and the
anti-slavery radicals of the great war. He
was beloved by the soldiery, who were not
philanthroplsts. We gave him the devo-
tion of all our sympathetic ignorance we
knew nothing about war, and it miffed us
very much because he knew everythin q
about it and yet whipped nobody. We
thought it was illogical that the rebels did
not fight fair, kept masked batteries, con-
centrated with cruel odds upon him, etc.,
etc. was there and was stupid enough,
although boy, to swear that the COM
mander was Hamlet, whose
t'- Enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turned awry
And lost the name of action"
How superb, at this distance, would be
the memory cf the Peninsula campaign
had it only got us victory Those ripened
wheat fields on the James, CT around New
Market and by Malvern Hills-what lovely
fields they were. but the shad ow of our un-
objective retreat was over all. How the
artillery fred around old Malvern Mansion
and the gunboats cut the air to ribbons
with their big shot, but we were sliding
back How many now are dead who
might have died there just as well and
exhaled their souls upon the glory and
gratitude of ages in the certainty of victory
at last under somebody and hallowed inter-
ment for their old shoesi Where is the
SOMS H5OicfiNu SUAuicFy sung W0dG Is
the tune? He, the fayorite of fortune,
lifted up like Napoleon from among the
mountains, where he had done some service,
and given one hundred thousand men, with
guns and the Piedmont land and the hal
lowed Peninsula of the Old Dominion, TO
be immortal upon it, in the footsteps of
John Smith, Nathaniel Bacon and Alexan-
der Hamilton. No song re-echoes from
that wayering march, but over it, from q
farther past, pours the great moral chorus
Of John Brown, defeated also, and his body
mouldering in the grave, but his soul will
march forever. Whatare wealth, gentility,
artillery, gorgeous staff, misplaced affec-
tion and martial modesty, to the rude out
lines of that natural life drawing higher
law from the law of its own being, and BY
the majesty OF that law, approved also iii
the lower human courts2 Great acts and
supreme flames are never coached. =