The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-05-22

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It is one Of the great pleasures of the
Camicn .JoRNAL to rcc.ive the "Con-
grcssional Record" and from IT'S pages
we read the awful agonieS and grnans OF
the dead, dying or to be dead politicians
Tn it We see wildly the stage upon
which the monkey, the baboon, the lion,
the hippopo;amus and, last Of all, but
by no means least, the iackass, who cuts
his most accomplished feats. In 1t Is
the grand meuagerlc, and the voraclous
animals that lie therein always play to
tn. tune that gives them hunk
of meat, or even parched peanut. In
contcd. plating this thing, we will for a
time be pardoned for turning to Wash
incton. the head center now Of the great
political circus, with Mr.. Hayes as 'boSs
dog" Sherman as ticket agent. Conk-
ling as crlcr. Blaine as ring master, and
the Hon. Mr.. N. \. McCoid, of Iowa,
as "ascut, with limited powers, for the
the whole concern. The scene at first
looks like tragedy, though there isn't
mueh in it after all. But to the point.
Notiong since we read IN the Congress
;onal Record" speech of the distin-
cuishcd member from Iowa, Mr.. McCoid.
In it we saw the blood Of persecution and
wrong poured forth. In it We saw the
waddlng shifts of a politician attempt
inr not to serve country, but to drown
reason; and by adroit sophistry to cover
the issues that we're involved. In it we
heard the soft music Of the reptile.
Behind it we saw the bitter passion OF
the hater. 1t chilled US to read his
words. 1t made US think, "can this
thug never be cnded?"
Therefore, we commented upon the
ancech of the learned gentleman, and
forwarded our paper With those COM
ments. He writes US the letter which
to-day wc publish, and which, in our
judgement, is as far from real, 6 nulne,
WEI, based reasoning as the torrld zone
is from the icebergs of Alaska. Let US,
if We can, take them up and reply to
them. In Biliingsgate we never deal,
and from this we shall be free. Face to
face mau to man, and truth as our cap
stone We fear not the powers of earth.
First, Mr.. McCoid does not desire
to hc considered "nurser Of anmosi-
IT," How then are we to Judge you
Must we give denial to your feelings,
and not judge you by your words ?
Must we nurse the disease in which We
know there turks contagioa ? Must We
look upon you as saint, as balm TOR
all Giscord, when from your heated
breath you denounce US as "tra'tors,
rebels. murierers ?" Surely not 1t
is contrary to nature, and as we'll might
YOU ask the foot to discharge the func,
tion of the heart as to make any such
request. As to your less in the late
war, we can only say that we lost too.
Brothers beside your own sleep in un-
known graves. 70 the memory of these
blessed men we Can drop a tear, pray for
their eternal happiness, and wish too that
we had filed their places. You go on.
You sneak of our interest as one. Or
course it is. Everything proves and
shows that; but how can that interest be
properly subserscd, when as partners, we
e;ernalIy hear the cry of denunclatIon
trc,n one side Of the partnership. Does
this encourage kindness and confidence!
does this heal wounds? Certainly not t.!
But only creates distrust, and makes US
distrust you.
Our lcasned friend takes long
breath goes on aud even -ides upon
thc waters of the Atlantic, is ianned
by the breeZes of the Pacific, and
perhaps, takes his water draughts
from the great mountains of the North
west. Inspired thereby, he uses this
sublime, beautiful and truthful Ian
euagc: "Grest errors destroy conf
dcnce; great crimes ruin character for
ever" Yes, indeed! Exactly soj and
this being truth, upon what hinge can
you possibly claim semtlancc of con-
sideration 2 Loss of character TO the
Republican party! loss Of anything to
them Why. where's your Belknap! !
Where's your Colfax? Where's your
Sawyer? Where's your horde of smaller
fry, pcrsonifcd in the persons of Durell,
Moses, Bullock, ct IL onsne genus? 1t
takes no echo to answer. The loud
voice of truth thunders forth, "they are
gone. and gone, TOO, because the unerr-
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