Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1894-08-08
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EX-coNFEpERATEs AND GROVER.
His Minister to Turkey Commended the As
sassination of Lincoln.


Another gentleman has lately distin-
guished himself upon the platform by
his public utteraslces, by which he has
attracted public attention. The Rev. II.
C. Cave, as orator at the unwilling OF
monument to the memory of the private
soldiers and sailors of the late confed-
eracy on May 80 at Richmond, proved
his fitness for the filling of some high
Office of trust and honor under the pres
ent administration. The attention OF
President Cleveland is called to the fol-
lowing quotation:
81 do not forget that a Herod was
crowned and Christ crucified, and in
stead of accepting the defeat OF the south
as a defiant verdict against her l record
it as but another instance of truth ON
the scaffold and wrong on the throne "
| tremendous applause.)
No doubt the president can see his
way clear to confer some distinguished
honor upon this man, who compares the
martyred and lamented President LIN
coin to the Herod of the New Testament,
who stands as the recognized power that
| made possible the crucifiXion OF our
Lord
In order to show reason ior the
above statement, it is only sufficient Tor
us to quote single instance where a
| like favor has been conferred upon one
who seems to have won the distinction
necessary to make him minister plenl-
potentiary of the United States by pub
| lie utterances very like those OF Mr.
Cave, although uttered many years ago
At the time of the assassination Of Pres
ident Lincoln in April, 1865, estion
arose as to the disposal of the body OF
the assassin. Among the many sugges'
tons was one that it should be buried
at sea and thus prevent the possibility
| of monumenting the assassin.
A citizen of Texas, A. w. Terrell,
at that time penned the following lines,
| which no doubt have added very largely
to the notoriety Of Mr.. Terrell, which,
among other things, commended him to
Mr.. Cleveland when he selected him as
| the minister of the United States to rep
resent our government at the court OF
the sultan of Turkey. Here is man
who not only commends the assassin OF
| President Lincoln, but who, in this
| same poem, i'll the stanza next to the
last one, leaves the open threat that
such presidents i'll the future as do not
| come up to the standard of Mr. Ter
| rell's hero will be visited with like
vengeance as that which awaited Presi-
dent Lincoln We think it but proper
| that the people of this republic should
understand how in the present day men
whose mouths are full of treason, whose
| tongues give utterance to words that
ought to be forever deprecated bylovers
| of liberty, are exalted. Treason, an
archy, communism, all seem to thrive
under the leadership of the present ad-
ministration. We ask a careful perusal
of Mr. Terrell's poem. Its beauty can.
not hide its ugly meaning:
Give him sepulcher
| Broad as the sweep
OF the tidal waves measureless motion.
In the arms of the deep
Lay our hero to sleep
| Mid the pearls of the fetterless ocean.
1t was liberty slain
| To avenge the dead idol he cherished,
So tits meet that the main,
Meier curbed by chain,
| Should cntomb the last freeman now persisted.
For the dust of the brave
Could not rest in the grave
| OF land where blind force hath dominion.
Then give him grave
Underneath the blue wave
| Which the tyrants of earth cannot pinion.
He who dared break the rod
OF the blackamoor's god,
| AL the hosts of the despot defying,
Could not rest meath the sod
That his mnions had trod
| Who was shamed by his glory in dying.
Then hide him away
From the sad eye of day
| Mid the coral of sea green abysses,
Where the mermaids so gay,
| AS they sport meath the spray,
| May purple his pale lips with kisses.
| As the ocean streams roll
From the gulf to the pole
Let them adorn him with musical dirges,
And the tempest shall roll
For the peace of a soul
| More sublime than the sound Of its surges.
He beth written his name
| In bright letters of fame
| In the pathway to liberty's portal,
And the serfs who now blame
Will crimson with shame
When they learn they have cursed an immor.
tai.
He hath died for the veal
OF q world meath the heel
| OF too many mercilesS Nero,
But while yet there is steel
Every tyrant shall feel
| That Gods vengence but waits for its hero.
Then give him a sepulcher
| Broad as the sweep
| OF the tidal waves measureless motion.
In the arms of the deep
Lay our Brutus to sleep,
| Since his life was as free as the ocean.
| INNOCENCE ~
Her eyes were brown, 81
| And her dress was g IN 4
And a sweeter maid *