Year: 1876

Another War.


The battle-cry of the Bloody-Shirt
Brigade is a He'll gatish cry of
''war." They assert that if the
Democrats win in 2JovembeF it viii
be equivalent to another war, leav-
ing. it to be inferred that the South
will precipitate the strife. This is
vile appeal to that rampant hate
that was engendered by the late un-
pleasantness-a devilish effort to
revive the malignity that character
lied the combatants when war was
rife and blood was flowing from
ghastly wOunds-a diabOlIcal at
tempt to render nugatory all efforts
of those whose lives have been
spent as pacificators and in bridg-
ing over the gulf into which broth
ers and friends were invited to
come up and throw their passions
and prejudices-a lie that should
blister the tongues that utter it, and
that is proven to be a wicked and
malicious lie by every deduction
that can be drawn from the facts Of
history. Does the South want war?
Never! Why? Because she has an
experience that stands like a warn
ing angel upon the towering apex
of her misiortunes, and admonishes
her to escape the revisitation of the
dire calamities that desolated and
impoverished and ruined her in the
days that are not yet passed! Be-
cause the tomhs Of her sacred dead
echo a ghastly warning to her liv-
ing and scarcely less unfortunate
sons to avoid the terrible dragon
that with bloodhound astuteness
trailed and tracked our men 10 hor
rible graves and our women to des-
titution, and harnessed to a relent-
less Juggernaut, dragged down our
people, our fortunes, our proud in
stitutions, our glorious land, into
the dust, and crushed out the last,
lingering spark of prosperity and
happiness! Because her sons who
escaped the fell destroyer are now
standing upon her walls and warn
ing their brethren to desist from
everything that could give offense,
and praying to the God of nations
to avert the possibility of a recur-
renee of the blight of war, and to
build us up again to that greatness
we once enjoyed. The tombs of
our dead are monuments of warn
ing, the voices Of our living are cla-
riOns Of expostulation, the ashes
that alone mark the track of the de-
stroyer are eloquent with cauPion,
the misfortunes that were born OF
our late condition and that force
the land to cry out daily in agony,
are solemn injunctions, our interests
impel us to shun war as we would a
pestilence, our intelligence revolts
at the idea, our physical nature
feels its inability to again undertake
it, our moral nature tells us it is
wrong, our poverty mocls the idea,
our patriotism revolts at the thought
and dares to maintain its love for
the flag of the Union and the man
who says that the South wants war
lies in his teeth, and he knows that
he maliciously and slanderously lies.
If there is danger of war it comes
from the other side, and the people
should spew these slanderers and
liars out Of their mouths and visit
.upon them the wrathful curses OF
outraged liberty. A solid South is a
natural consequence, for its oppres-
sors have lighted the fires of perse-
cution all around it and melted and
moulded it into a solid mass, but
the gold is still there, and its splen-
did surface averts the shafts of hate
that are hurled against it, and its
dazzling sheen reflects harmless the
withering darts of malignity that
are showered upon it; and although
it is a solid South, its intentions are
pure, its aims patriotic, and its end
will be the perpetuation of our
Union, forever cemented.