The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1881-05-28
Grants Letter.


The season seems unfayora BILE to tho
crop of rulers in expectancy: some
new genus OF political boil worm ap-
pears to be at work amongs the with.
ering foliage Of forthcoming great
men, and there is no one ON hand
with Partisan green or vermin de-
stroyer, to get rid of the pest.
Idol after idol falls and icOnoclasts
have full play amongst these aspiring
would-be Deities but every day adds
one to the list of the fallen.
BY a strange fatality, they seem
mania, for in addition to the good
work of Postmaster James amongst
star road rascals yesterday Conkling
and Flatt or Platt, whatever his name
may be, jointly and severally cut
their own political throats, and to-day
we find eX-President Grant deliber-
ately tying a ponderous mill stone
round his neck and plunging headlong
into the seething pool where his
lamented friends have sought escape.
1t can hardly be realized that an ex-
President Of the United States, the
former absolute leader of the "grandest
army the sun ever shown on" could
descend to the level of a pot house
politician and in bad English and still
worse spirit pen the letter which we
laid yesterday before our readers.
1t may safely be asserted that no
ward politician of the lowest purlieus
of New York or Chicago would have
ever dared to issue to his own cross
road club diatribe couched in such
low language and impregnated with
such vulgar spite as that in which
Gen. Grant writes from Mexico, to
abuse and villify the highest magis-
trate of the nation he brags so much
upon his having saved. The pitiful
winnings of the disappointed candi-
date, the gross, indecent illusions to
his former aspirations, his bitter de-
nunciations of those who defeated
them and his insulting, contemptuous
tone towards that majority of his own
party which refused to pander to his
ambition, have, we feel certain, ac-
complished the final extinguishment
of Ulysses 3. Grant as public man.
President Garfield would he more
or less-than q mortal man IL he could,
after such an insult, look upon Grant
and Grants miniOns in any other
light than public plunderers.
There is In that production Of our
ex-GeDeral-in-chief very amusing
allusion to his own greatness, where
he savagely complains of Gen. Ba-
deau's interruption of his literary
labors, when it Is remembered that
those labors consist in a biography of
Gen. Grant himself, which Is intended
to show to the world, and more espe-
cially to the American nation, land at
their own cost what great man he,
said Grant was, had been and
would be.
1t is pity our Caesar, who has
grown so big on national meat, did
not follow the example of the Roman
chief (if he ever heard of him) and
take upon himself the gratifying task
of transmitting his own high deeds to
prosterity.
Only think of the delights of future
Juveniles In parsing the pompous SEN
tences Of Grants Commentaries ON
the American War, and being made to
select themes of composition out of
the truly edifying incidents of the
Babcock and other great swiudles
And what do that proud American
people think of the eX-autocrat when
he speaks, as the late Gar never
spoke, Of rthe son of my old Secre-
tary of State!"
Where is that old, fogyish French |
who once said: "I am the
State" Have we at last Bourbon |
us?