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 SOLILOQUIES 
 
 OP 
 
 THE BONDHOLDER, 
 THE POOR FARMER, 
 THE SOLDIER'S WIDOW, 
 THE POLITICAL PREACHER, 
 
 THE POOR MECHANIC, 
 THE FREED NEGRO, 
 THE RADICAL' CONGRESSMAN 
 THE RETURNED SOLDIER, 
 
 THE SOUTHERNER. 
 
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 By "biiick:"-'I>om:eroy, 
 
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 ■^ NEW YORK: 
 
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 PRINTING-HOUSE SQUARE, 
 NO. 162 NASSAU STREET. 
 
 18 66. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Coa.ress, in the year 1866, by "Van Evrie, Hoeton & Co., in the Clerk's Office 
 of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. 
 
IS- 
 
 AMTI-ABOIalTIOlff TRACTS. 
 
 For twenty-five or tliirty years the Abolitionists have deluged the country with innu- 
 merable books, pamphlets and tracts, inculcating their false and pernicious doctrines. Little 
 or nothing has ever been done in the same way towards covmteracting their influence . 
 Thousands now feel that such publications arc indispensably necessary. In order to supply 
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 No. 1— ABOLITION IS NATIONAL DEATH ; or, Tho Attempt to 
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 The object of this Tract is to show to the deluded victims of the Abolition theory, that, 
 could it be reduced to practice, it must result in social disintegration and national death. 
 
 No. 2.— FREE NEGROISM ; or. Results of Emancipation in the North and 
 the West India Islands; with Statistics of the Decay of Commerce, Idleness of 
 the Negro, his Return to Savagism, and the Effect of Emancipation upon the 
 Farming, Mechanical and Laboring Classes. Price, 10 Cents. Pp. 32. 
 
 This is a brief history of the Results of Emancipation, showing its wretched and miserable 
 failure, and that Negro Freedom is simply a tax upon White Labor. The facts in relation to 
 the real condition of the Freed Negroes in Hayti, Jamaica, &c., have been carefully suppress- 
 ed by the Abolition papers, but they ought to be laid before the public, so that the evils 
 which now afflict Mexico, Ilayti and all countrif>s where the Negro-equalizing doctrines have 
 been tried, may be laiown and understood. 
 
 No. 3.— THE ABOLITION CONSPIRACY ; or, a Ten Years' Record of 
 the "Republican " Party. Price, 10 Cents. Pp. 32. 
 
 This Tract embraces a collection of extracts from the speeches and writings of William 
 Lloyd Garrison, Wendell Phillips, Abraham Lincoln, William H. Seward, S. P. Chase, 
 Horace Greeley, John P. Hale, and many others, giving the origin and object of the Republi- 
 can Party and the Helper Programme, with the sixty-eight congressional endorsers, &c. 
 
 No. 4.-THE NEGRO'S PLACE IN NATURE. A Paper read before 
 the London Anthropological Society. Ey Dr. James Hunt, President of the 
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 This is a scientific exposition, in a popular form, of the Negro's position in the scale of 
 creation, without any reference to political or party questions. It is an admirable Tract to 
 place in the hands of " Republicans " to start them on the way " to get a knowledge of the 
 truth." 
 
 No. 5.— THE SIX SPECIES OF MEN. With Cuts representing the types 
 of the Caucasian, Mongol, Malay, American Indian, Esquimaux, and Negro. 
 
 _ This is one of the most important Tracts in the series, as it presents, in popular form, the 
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 mental laws which govern all animate creation. Some of the objections to the doctrine of 
 distinct species of men are also noticed. 
 
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"BEICK" POMEEOY'S S01IL0QDIE8. 
 
 THE BONDHOLDER'S SOLILOQUY. 
 
 But this is n'ce 1 
 
 Here I am, a rich, prosperous, loyal 
 man, with nothing to do but to enjoy 
 myself. Egad, what a blessing the 
 war was to me ! It killed off my poor 
 relations, and left me in luck. I am 
 worth — let me see bow much I am 
 worth in bonds : 
 
 There arc of seven-twenties - $25,000 
 There are of six-forties - . - 25,000 
 And the seven-thirties - - - 25,000 
 And the ten twenties - - - 25,000 
 
 $100,000 
 Now, one hundred thousand dollars 
 is nothing, yet it is quite a little plum. 
 When tlic war began I wasn't worth 
 a copper, unless it was in debts ; now 
 I am well off. But I am a cunning 
 cn>;s ! 'Didn't I make war speeches, 
 and dcMioniice Democrats, and mob 
 " Copperlietids," and go it strong for 
 the Union ? You bet ! Ha-ha-ha-ha I 
 But tii(; fools arc not dead. Some of 
 tlicm i'.\->' — that is, they were killed. 
 And dldi.'t I get the poor people to en 
 list, and fight to preserve the Union! 
 D — u tue Union, if I on y get office, 
 
 and bold bonds. That's what makes 
 the cream elevate itself ! 
 
 And then didn't I go in for bounties, 
 and go it strong on patriotism ; and 
 play it big on loyalty ? Guess not ! 
 Oh, no I Guess patriotism don't pay ! 
 Look at these little fellows, with fig- 
 ures on the face, and the coupons on 
 the end of them. How are you, my 
 suffering country ? 
 
 It takes a smart man to keep out of 
 the war himself, and entice others to 
 go. The bounties are what fetched 'em I 
 Poor fools 1 You see they went to 
 fight : 
 
 " From all the towns, cities and counties 
 To where they went to get the bounties ! 
 Some were ki.led. 
 
 And some were wounded ' 
 Some were shot, 
 
 And some were drownded ! • 
 
 And some, when " this cruel war 
 was over," came back. I had a farm. 
 I sold it, and put my money in bonds. 
 Bonds beat farms ten to nothing ! 
 And I speculated in "things." And I 
 sold stuff to the soldiers ; and I got 
 their bounty money on shares ; and 1 
 filled town quotas, and I made a nice 
 little haul by that j and I nut my cash 
 in bonds. 
 
Bonds are just old rosewood, with 
 gilt edge. Let me s<e. I have now 
 one hundred thousand dollars in gov- 
 ernment bonds. How I love my gov- 
 ernment ! It is the best the sun ever 
 shone on 1 These bonds average me 
 eight per cent, interest in gold. Eight 
 per cent, on one hundred thousand 
 dollars is just eight thousand ; and I 
 get it in gold, worth from thirty-five 
 to forty-five per cent, premium. This 
 makes, in greenbacks, the snug little 
 sum of eleven thousand dollars, round 
 numbers. 
 
 And the beauty of it is, I don't have 
 one cent of taxes to pay. 
 
 Isn't it nice ? 
 
 This is the best government the 
 world ever saw. Rich men hold bonds 
 — poor men pay them. The tax-gath- 
 erer don't bother me. It don't cost me 
 one cent to — let me see — 
 
 To pay State expenses 1 
 
 To pay government expenses I 
 
 To pay county taxes ! 
 
 To pay city taxes 1 
 
 To pay village taxes ! 
 
 To pay town taxes ! 
 
 To pay school taxes ! 
 
 To pay road taxes ! 
 
 To pay poor taxes I 
 
 To pay for building churches, school- 
 houses, bridges, railroads, improve- 
 ments, or even interest 1 
 |l am one ot the supporters of this 
 government 1 Good tnings ! If it had 
 not been for such loud-mouthed, stay- 
 atrhome guards, the war never would 
 have ended. And the soldiers' boun- 
 ties ! . E'cod, that is the best joke of 
 the season. 
 
 You see we raised them by taxa- 
 tion, of course ; and we taxed the pro- 
 perty — the real estate of the town ; 
 and we issued town bonds, city bonds, 
 
 county bonds, State bonds, and every 
 other kind of bonds ; and we sold 'em 
 dog cheap to get the money to raise 
 bounties ; and us fellows bought the 
 bonds at a discount ; and we gave the 
 " volunteers" money to go to war ; 
 and, while they were gone, we had u 
 good time ; and we sold our farms 
 cheap to the wives of the soldiers ; 
 and we got our bounty meucy all 
 back. 
 
 And, better still, the soldiers came 
 back from the war, and now are work- 
 ing to pay the taxes to pay interest on 
 my bonds I 
 
 Isn't it nice ? 
 
 The d d fools went to war, and 
 
 came back, and work like dogs to pay 
 the inteicst on the bonds we sold to 
 give them money. They are pa3ing 
 themselves for getting shot at. Bully 
 for us, bondliolders ! 
 
 And now they work to pay the in- 
 terest. When they get used to it, we'll 
 make 'em pay the principal, too I 
 What a good government this is I 
 
 This war didn't cost me one cent. I 
 didn't spill a drop of my blood, but, 
 key — 1, how I did bawl out against 
 the Democrats I 
 
 And now I sit in my parlor — I smoke 
 my cigars — I drink my wine — I enjoy 
 myself, and have no taxes to pay. 
 Look at that poor cuss acioss the 
 creek 1 He ain't worth a thousand ; 
 yet he, poor dog, is in debt, and pays 
 half his earnings in taxes. He pays 
 all the taxes ; then his wife sells but- 
 ter, eggs, woolen yarn, milk, vegeta- 
 bles — and such little things she wants 
 — to get money to put in the bank to 
 pay me the interest on my one hundred 
 thousand dollars, as it falls due every 
 three months. 
 
 You see this financial science ! Poor 
 
mm Tipport the government, pay all 
 the taxe^, make us richer, do all the 
 fiS"l'''"g Us bondholders, ofEceseekers, 
 and such patriots, do the figuring, get 
 tlic offices, the money, and have a good 
 time of it. 
 
 Now I eat fine food, while the poor 
 cu>?s over the way eats coarse ; and I 
 wear hroadcloth ; he wears patches ; 
 and my wife flaunts her silks, and 
 swings her Balmoral skirt under the 
 nose of that poor man's wif<; ; for I 
 an) a rich, taxless bondholder, and he is 
 the poor cuss who supports the gov- 
 ernment and me, to 
 
 Work away, you poor fools. Toil 
 your lingers to the bone, and die poor 
 men for my sake. The war was a 
 God-send to thieves, swindlers, cow- 
 ards, stay-at-home patriots. Abolition 
 agitators. Republican officeho'ders, 
 robbers, and, in fact, all of our crowd 
 of Union voters. D—n the Union, if 
 we can only hold bonds and oflSces, 
 and keep the people in poverty. 
 
 Guess this wasn't the rich man's 
 war — guejs not. And I guess you 
 folks dasn't go for equal taxation and 
 repudiation, fcr it is wrong to injure 
 us ciiaps who support the govern- 
 ment. 
 
 SOLILOQUY OF A POOR FARMER. 
 
 "Beautiful!" 
 
 " Whoa 1" 
 
 Let us stop here and rest under the 
 shade of this tree, for the old horse is 
 tired. Isn't this a beautiful house, 
 just in the edge of the city? The 
 grounds are clean, and the grass is 
 cropped like the face of a new-shaven 
 man. And look you, Maggy, how 
 thrifty the trees are ; and how many 
 flowers there are all about the yard. 
 
 Let us stand up in the wagon ; the 
 horse won't start, for he is too poor and 
 tired to run. Look at the ros'^s, and 
 the verbenas, and the evergreens, and 
 the dahlias, and the fruit tre.s, and 
 the statuary, and the nicely graveled 
 walks, and the broad steps, and the 
 double blinds, and the matting before 
 the door, and the fancy stained glass 
 by the side, and the silver bell-pull, 
 and the rosewood door ; and oh, look 
 what a fine team. And what a bright, 
 pretty carriage ! and how sleek the 
 horses look 1 And how gay the driver 
 is, with his uniform on 1 I tell you, 
 ^a^ffy» that man is rich. 
 
 AJj, here he comes ; stand up on the 
 seat of the wagon. Muggy. It's an 
 old seat, covered with an old blanket, 
 but it will hold you. I can see down 
 here. He comes out of the house. 
 Here comes his wife. Ain't she dress- 
 ed nice ? And here comes their son 
 and daughter on horseback, Tliey are 
 going out for a morning ride. Ah, 
 they have started. See how the horses 
 dance down the drive to the road ; and 
 see how quick that little boy runs to 
 open the gate. 
 
 " What are we waiting for P' 
 Please, sir, we vvere looking, and 
 d du't know but you would like to buy 
 some butter, eggs, vegetables, chick- 
 ens, berries, (lowers or something of 
 that sort, 
 " Move on .'" 
 
 All right. Sit down, Maggy. We 
 will go on to market. We can't sell 
 anything except at market, lor we 
 have no license, and it would take all 
 we have to buy a license. We could 
 get more for each loa'l of our produce 
 to peddle it out, but it's against the 
 law, so we'll sell for what folks will 
 give us who have license to sell. 
 
6 
 
 " Why is this?'* 
 
 Ah, Muggy, I don't know, I wish I 
 did. Pliew ! how the dust flies in my 
 eyes as Mr. Bond, for that is his name, 
 dashes by with his happy family. I 
 'spose its 'cause we're poor. You know, 
 Maggy, I went to war five years ago. 
 Then I owned fifty acres of land on 
 the creek, and there wasn't a dollar to 
 pay on it. I went to save the Union. 
 Mr. Bond paid me two hundred dollars 
 to take his place, and go to war. I 
 went. 
 
 You know, Maggy, how you cried 
 when I went ; but like a brave wo- 
 man that you arc, you dried your tears, 
 filled my pockets with pins, needles 
 and thread, my eyes with tears, my 
 month with kisses, so I could not speak, 
 and told me to go and to earn the two 
 hundred dollars, and to keep out of 
 temptation, and to come back. And 
 then, Maggy, you ran into our little 
 bed-room, where Johnny and little Mag- 
 gy were born, and hid yourself and 
 cried, so I could not see you when we 
 all wen marching by. 
 " Don't talk so !" 
 
 But, Maggy, I was thinking ; and 
 you know I had two good arms ; and 
 I used to hold you in them, Maggy ; to 
 hold you to my heart, and say God 
 bless you, darling ; and you used to 
 sleep in them, happy and contented. 
 
 I went to war ; I was in a battle. It 
 was a terrible fight. My General blun- 
 dered as usual. How any of us came 
 out alive, none but God knows. I left 
 an arm there, Maggy ; I brought the 
 sore stump home to j'ou. And what 
 did I find ? Little Johnny was dead ; 
 little Maggy was dead. My poor bro- 
 ther, whose leg was shot off while un- 
 der orders confiscatinjc cotton for his 
 General, was home sick and helpless, 
 
 and you were supporting him because 
 he was my brother. 
 
 It was a sad day, Maggy, when I 
 came home ; I came back poor. I 
 found Mr. Bond had grown rich ; he 
 had contracts. His brother was in 
 Congress ; his uncle was a friend of 
 Lincoln's. He made war speeches — 
 filled quotas, gave bounties, and with 
 his stay-at-home neighbors voted big 
 bounties, and escaped all the calls and 
 drafts. They gave town bonds. These 
 bonds ran me in debt, for they were 
 mortgages on our little farai. They 
 amounted to five hundred dollars — 
 three hundred more than I had botin- 
 ty. I couldn't help it, for while I was 
 in the army it was easy for those who 
 did not go to mortgage ray farm in that 
 way. 
 
 I lost an arm. I earned less than I 
 would at home. I returned ; I am now 
 working, Maggj^ to pay myself for 
 going to war, for losing my arm, to 
 keep Mr. Bond at home, so i hat he could 
 play with his wile and babies, specu- 
 late and get a political influence while 
 I was fighting, not to restore the Union, 
 but to enrich him. 
 
 It's pretty hard, Maggy. I don't care 
 so much for myself, for I'm growing 
 old, and it's little account a poor mau 
 is, dead or alive ; but you, Maggy — 
 you are as dear to me as Mrs. Bond is 
 to him. Your lips are as sweet to me, 
 your bosom is as sacred, your eyes are 
 as deep, your voice is as good to me, 
 your touch is as thrilling as it rests on 
 my tired body, your kiss is as welcome 
 to me as Mrs. Bond's kiss is to him. I 
 know we can't wear broadcloth, nor 
 silks, nor have a clean pair of undaruod 
 stockings every day ; nor can we have 
 such soft carpets, nor such costly dish- 
 es, nor such ihie horses, nor such aline 
 
house as Mr. Bond has. We listen to 
 the robin -they to the canary bird. 
 Thoy ride out with their children, we 
 wallc out to tiio grave where ours 
 sleep. We drink water, they drink 
 wine. 
 
 And, Maggy, your hands are hard 
 with toil, but your heart is warmer, 
 and deanr, and truer than I think Mrs. 
 Bond's heart is, for you never flirtyour 
 skirts in the laces of those who are 
 still poorer tfian we are, and stick up 
 your nose in disdain of poverty, as Mrs. 
 Bond does. 
 
 I didn't enlist to get an office when 
 the war was over. 'Twould have done 
 me no good if I had, for of course when 
 I was away I lost the run of public af- 
 fairs, and was not fit when I came 
 back ; and I had no money to win my 
 election if I had been fit. And so I 
 must work ; you and I must work. We 
 must sell our early garden produce, 
 our fresh butter, early chickens, fresh 
 eggs, &CC., &c., for these taxes must be 
 paid. The tax gatherer does not stop 
 at Mr. Bond's. He owns nothing but 
 United Statos bonds. Tiiey are green 
 bills with red figures on them, like the 
 green fields with the blood I lost from 
 my arm sputtered and spilled thereon. 
 He has a hundred thousand dollars 
 worth of these bonds. He bought 
 them with the money he made out of 
 the war ; and there are no taxes to be 
 paid on them. You and I, Maggy, with 
 our little earnings and raisings, with 
 our old horse and wagon, by working 
 early and late, by selling the best and 
 using tiie poorest, pay all the taxes. 
 We pay the interest on the town bonds, 
 and we must pay the principal when 
 the time conies. 
 
 We must build the roads. 
 
 We muat build the jails. 
 
 We must build the bridges. 
 
 We must erect school-houses. 
 
 We must pay the to*, n officers. 
 
 Mr. Bold, the bondliolder, paj^s no- 
 thing. The government protects him; 
 but it can't protect the poor, one-armed 
 farm.er who fought to save the Union. 
 
 It can't protect the pocr men of the 
 land, as it did in Democratic days. 
 
 Tiie bondholder takes his ease ; he 
 pays no taxes, for Congress says he 
 need not. So he goes to the bank and 
 swaps off his coupons for greenbacks, 
 and the government pays tlie bank 
 back for what it paid out, and pays it 
 for the trouble. It's better be a bond- 
 holder than a soldier. It's better to be 
 a dog than a poor man — that is a poor 
 white man. The poor black folks are 
 fed, and it is you and I, Maggy, who 
 feed them, not the bondholder. As if 
 the poor white men of Aiiier ca were 
 not of more consequence than tlic nig- 
 gers who were freed that the white 
 men might be slaves. How I wish 
 the good old Democratic times would 
 come again, when the rich bondholder 
 would not be fastened upon poor peo- 
 ple for support. So much for Republi- 
 can blessings to the people ! 
 
 Tliere is one man, one editor in the 
 country who thinks as you and I do 
 Maggy. I wish every editor in the 
 country thought so. I wish all the 
 papers in the country would say with 
 you and I, Maggy, that it is wrong to 
 favor the rich and oppress the poor. 
 There is one man in the country who 
 dares talk boldly, as he does when he 
 says that it is cowardly, wicked, un- 
 just and damnable to build up a bond- 
 ocracy at the expense of labor. It is 
 cowardly to send — to hire, to drive, to 
 entice poor men to war, to buj^ barter 
 and traffic on their poverty and their 
 
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 wants — to send them to the harvest of 
 death, and while they are gone, steal 
 from them what they had, to bring them 
 back slaves, bound in debt. Call you 
 this equality ? Is this the realization 
 of the promise Liberty gave. Is this 
 what we gain by forsaking Democracy 
 and building up an accursed Republi- 
 canism •which grinds the life out of 
 pooi- men ? Oh 1 it is a shame, a dis- 
 grace, an insult to white men, a dis- 
 honor to the soldiers of the Union, a 
 burning, bitter wrong, to the poor 
 white women of America, that the only 
 patriots should be, by a Republican 
 Congress, made the toiling slaves of a 
 cowiirdly bondholding aristocracy, who 
 dance, and ride, and sing, and dress 
 in fashion, on the blood and sweat of 
 toiling millions. Oh I would that some 
 man would dare to lead the way to a 
 remedy for this damnable disease, for 
 the hardy sons of toil will not long be 
 slaves. God never gave to a white 
 coward the right to grow rich from, 
 and be supported by the earnings of 
 those whoso only crime is poverly. 
 Give us equal taxation or repudiation. 
 
 A WIDOW'S SOLILOQUY. 
 
 How dreary 1 Shiver in heart, and 
 tremble in body. How cold the world 
 is 1 There is no sun, no hope, for my 
 life lies buried beneath the sod of a 
 warmer country than this. Once I 
 had a happy home. Once I was a 
 loved wife. The morn and the noon 
 and the night came, and with each 
 came a kiss of love — a strong arm, a 
 strong heart, a fresh blossom from the 
 buds of hope. The birds sang in the 
 trees ; the rivulet went laughing on 
 its way; the grass nodied to the grain, 
 and the grain nodded back to the 
 
 grass ; the flowers climbed up the lat- 
 tice, as my children clambered up into 
 my lap, or romped with their father, 
 as he rolled on the floor, in play with 
 his pets, after the work of the day was 
 done for him. 
 
 And I sang as I worked ; and I was 
 happy in my loves and my hopes. We 
 labored, and prospered. The fields 
 grew in size ; our home became moro 
 beautiful ; my boys grew to be young 
 men, and my heart swelled with pride 
 as I looked upon the home and loved 
 ones. 
 
 We earned more than was required 
 to support us ; the cattle lowed in the 
 pastures ; the horses stamped in tho 
 stables ; the chickens chased each 
 other in the yard ; our cellar and pan- 
 try were full ; there was grain in tiie 
 barn, and strong hands to gather 
 more. 
 
 * * * * :!i ^ 
 
 The fife and the drum ! 
 
 To save the Union ! Our flag was 
 insulted 1 Our country was in dan- 
 ger 1 Our liberties were in peril ! 
 Oh, merciful God, how my heart re- 
 belled against the unnatural strife ! 
 I listened to glib tongues ; I was told 
 by specious pleaders that the Union 
 was in danger ; it was pounded into 
 my brain from the pulpit ; it was 
 prayed into me by a so-called man of 
 God ; I was educated to hate those 
 who had never harmed me or mine ; 
 I grew wild, and helped buckle the 
 sword upon my husband's side, and 
 filled the knapsack for ray son. 
 
 The horrid fife and drum ! 
 
 Men with glib tongues said the men 
 must go ; but the men with glib 
 tongues went not 1 
 
 The fife and drum drowned the song 
 of the birds. The long lines of blue 
 
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 tramped by ; liuzzas rent the air ; my 
 husband, whose head so oft had been 
 pillowed on my breast — whose arms 
 had in love encircled me ; my sun, 
 whose life was my life, went forth to 
 preserve the Union I 
 
 I ivejot I 
 
 In the stillness of my room, I wept 
 and prayed. My pillow was wet with 
 tears ; my heart grew sad ; the dust 
 seemed like powder ; the days were 
 so long! — the nights were so full of 
 horrid dreams. 
 
 The horrid fife and drum ! 
 
 They drowned the song of my birds; 
 they made my heart wild 
 
 The lightning seemed like flashes of 
 bayonets ! The tliunder was but the 
 echo of bursting shells I The hollow 
 wind was the groaning of those who 
 were dear to me — who were stolen 
 from my arms to preserve the Union ! 
 
 n^ , 3JC !|( SfS ^jC 
 
 1 prayed! 
 
 But my minister was off in the army, 
 or at the hustings. 
 
 I loept ! 
 
 But tears would not still my aching 
 heart. 
 
 I asked tliose who enticed my loved 
 ones away, but they were too busy, 
 counting money, to answer me 1 
 
 ■k }(: ^ :)c 
 
 Gone! 
 
 Dead! 
 
 Alone; 
 
 1 knew it 1 I dreamed it 1 The 
 news came, but never a husband — 
 never a son 1 One died in hospital, 
 witli no one to care for him 1 My 
 husband, whose lips so oft were press- 
 ed to mine — whose heart had been so 
 close to mine — my husband, who 
 knew me, and whom I knew so well ; 
 he died where my arms could not en- 
 
 fold him ; where my kiss could not 
 give him new life ; where my hand 
 could not smooth back the hair from 
 his forehead i 
 
 Oh. the horrid fife and drum ! 
 
 And my son 1 He died ; he was 
 killed on Uie battle field. A bursting 
 shell tore his head open — that head I 
 so often petted and looked upon with 
 pride. It tore away the lips I had often 
 kissed. And he fell on the sod ; 
 he lay so still in death, side by side 
 with the ones I was taught to hate ; 
 the ones who were not our natural 
 enemies 1 And the iron-shod ioot of 
 a cavalry horse went crashing through 
 the heart of my dead boy, as he lay 
 dead on that bloody field 1 That heart 
 which held my image ; that heart 
 
 which was lost to me forever, 
 
 • * * « * * 
 
 0, God ! 
 
 How I wept and prayed I I gave 
 them to ray country. They were sent 
 forth by me ; I helped prepare them 
 for the sacrifice ; I saw them go ; I 
 heard the horrid fife and drum. They 
 said my country called — I believed, 
 and sent them iorth. And they said 
 'twas well ; that they died to preserve 
 the Union! 
 
 Now thry tell me the Union is not 
 preserved ! Then why was I robbed 
 of my treasures ? The ones who want- 
 ed mv loved ones to go are still here, 
 but tney say the War to preserve the 
 Union was a failure. 1 am but a 
 woman ; I know not much of politics ; 
 but I know I am a widow ; that my 
 loved ones are gone ; that my heart 
 is dark with sorrow ; that the tax- 
 gatherer is taking all that we earned 
 before the war ; that I am called upon 
 to pay taxes, expenses, and even inter- 
 est money to support the bondholders 
 
10 
 
 who were enriched by the blood of my 
 loved ones, and to hear, night and 
 morning, the echo of the horrid fife and 
 drum, and to ask myself and others 
 wliat we, what you or 1 have gained 
 by giving our loved ones to the sacri- 
 fice which we are told divided, instead 
 of restored the Union. 
 
 I am a poor widow ; I do not under- 
 stand politics, but I want some one 
 to tell me what I have gained, and 
 why I must bear all the taxation as I 
 have borne all the sorrow ? 
 
 THE SOLILOQUY OF A POLITICAL 
 PKEACHER. 
 
 What a liar I am ! God knows it ; 
 I know it ; the world knows it. A 
 few years since I experienced religion. 
 I attended divine service ; took part 
 in religious meetings. I stood up in 
 a church ; I arose from the anxious 
 seat and k)ld the brethren and sisters 
 that the blessed love of Christ, the 
 wondrous love of peace and good-will 
 to all men, the desire to do good and 
 to live at peace with all the world, 
 filled my soul to overflowing I 
 
 Amen! 
 
 How those echoes came up from all 
 parts of the room 1 And I knelt in 
 prayer, and this was the burden of my 
 supplication : 
 
 0, Merciful God in Heaven, be piti- 
 ful to me, a sinner. For years I have 
 sinned. For j'ears I have offended 
 Thee. For years I have been wander- 
 ing to and fro, my heart filled with 
 wickedness, my soul steeped iu hate, 
 ^y mind thinking only evil and wick* 
 edness. And now, 0, God, Thy Grace 
 has reached me. The blessed influ- 
 ence, the peaceful spirit of Clirist, who 
 is, and who was, and who ever will be 
 
 all love, has filled my heart, and I am 
 ready to die, if my death seemeth good 
 in Thy sight. I have no hates, no en- 
 vy, no spite, no malice, no wickedness, 
 no desire to wound, to ofiend, or to 
 injure any one of my fellow-beings, 
 but had rather all should live in peace. 
 And 0, God in Heaven, for this most 
 wondrous peace, to Thee I give thanks, 
 and here before the world, before Thee, 
 before the angels and the spirits of 
 life and death, give I myself unto Thee. 
 Take me as one redeemed from all evil 
 passions. Take me, God, to Thy 
 love, for the love of Thy Son, Jestxs 
 Christ, fills my heart with peace, with 
 joy, with love to all men and to Thee ; 
 and faithful to those vows will I be, 
 that I may meet ivith the pure, the 
 good, and the holy in Thy kingdom, 
 there to be forever blest. And now, 
 guide, watch over, and guard me, for 
 Christ's sake. Avxen ! 
 
 Amen ! 
 
 Tiie meeting will join in singing : 
 
 "Blest be the tie that binds 
 
 Our hearts in Christian love ! 
 The fellowship of Ctiristiau m.nds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 " From soiTow, toil and pain, 
 And sin we shall be free ; 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 Through all eternity ! " 
 
 0, the blessed influences of Chris- 
 tianity 1 It fills us all with love for 
 others, with love for those who have 
 wronged us, as Christ loved those who 
 sinned against Him How I talked, 
 and prayed, and sung I And I set my- 
 self apart for the ministry. And I be- 
 gan to teach Christ and Him crucified. 
 And I professed to labor for the good 
 of souls alone. I was an agent for 
 Heaven, I was a professed follower 
 of that dear Jesus, who is all love and 
 kindness. And I v/as looked upon as 
 a sanctified son of a sinner, and walked 
 
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 as one who was better than his neigh- 
 bors. 
 
 0, what a liar I am ! 
 
 ." While dead in tresspasses I lie, 
 Thy quick'ning spirit give ; 
 Call me, Thou Son of God, that I 
 May hear Thy voice and live." 
 
 And I was called to take charge of 
 a congregation, to work in the vine- 
 yard, to save souls, to teach perfect 
 h)ve to Christ and to all our fellow- 
 men. And I prayed, and I talked, and 
 I exhorted, and I wore a long face, 
 and I made folks think I was good, 
 and I knelt by the dying, and I gave 
 away in marriage, and I baptized in- 
 fants, and I won an influence. 
 
 And then I forsook Cnrist and took 
 up politics. And I taught people to 
 hate each other. And I taught my 
 church to hate the men of the South ; 
 to hate other denominations ; to hate, 
 and villify, and slander, and abuse ; 
 and to insult and quarrel with those 
 who did not agree with them in poli- 
 tics. And I instilled sectional hate, 
 discord, envy, anger, and wickedness 
 into the hearts of the simple ones who 
 were confided to my charge. 
 
 I taught people to hate each other, 
 I preached the negro and Abolitionism 
 instead of Christ and salvation. And 
 I neglected the souls of sinners. And 
 I endorsed wars. I preached that it 
 was worth a crown to save even one 
 poor soul from hel'.. And I urged 
 men to go to war, to become mad, to 
 kill each other, and to go into the pre 
 sence of God with an oath on their 
 lips ; death in their hearts ; their eyes 
 set in rage ; their hands striking the 
 stpel to the hearts of their brothers. 
 
 Politics paid better than religion. 
 Politics were popular. I wanted noto- 
 riet}'. I <lid not care for the cause of 
 
 Christ, Private ends and a little mo- 
 ney were the things I was after. 
 Cljrist never preached hate, envy, dis- 
 cord, malice, &c , as I have for years ; 
 but this is American religion ; it is 
 popular ; it is the kind that pays. 
 Christ is out of mind now. It is all 
 niggers and popularity. But ain't I 
 a pretty man of God to kneel beside a 
 dying man I AVhat damnable mock- 
 ery ! As if Christ would listen to 
 such a liar, backslider, hypocrite, and 
 villifier of religion as I am I 
 
 ' ' My former hope ! are fled ; 
 Aly terror now begins : 
 I feel, alas ! that I am dead 
 In trespasses and sins." 
 
 But, what of it? I'll go on and fool 
 people. I'll fill hell with sinners, if I 
 can't fill heaven with saints. I'll have a 
 friend in the devil, if not in Cbrist. I'll 
 damn poor ignorant souls if I can't 
 save them. I'll earn political pay if I 
 can't win the approval of God — the 
 God I am trying to fool. I'd like to 
 hear Christ preach a sermon ! I won- 
 der if he'd instil hate, sectional dis- 
 cord, envy, oppression, persecution, 
 and such ideas into the minds of Hia 
 followers. He said : 
 
 "Blessed are the peace-makers, for 
 they shall," &c. 
 
 I think that is a mistake. I don't 
 believe Christ ever said it. 
 
 American religion is that of hate, 
 wrong, discord, envy, war, oppression, 
 persecution, and killing of people lor 
 a difference of opinion. 
 
 "But Thou, soul-searching God ! hastknowa 
 The hearts of all that bent the kuee ; 
 And uast accepted those alone. 
 Who in the spirit worshipped Thee." 
 
 But it makes no difference with me. 
 There is no true religion in me. I'd 
 endorse the devil, and preach hell if it 
 
1! 
 
 wa8 popular, and paid 1 I'd forsake 
 Christ any time for an increase of pay, 
 and let ti.e cause of religion die out 
 forover I 
 
 What a liar lam I 
 
 And what liars all those so-called 
 Christians are who profess to have 
 their iiearts filled with heavenly love ; 
 yet, war upon a people for a difference 
 of opinion, who read from stolen Bi- 
 bles, who kneel by stolen chairs, who 
 read in stolen books, who look at 
 themselves in stolen mirrors, who lay 
 their children to sleep on stolen sofas, 
 who themselves slumber on stolen 
 beds, who eat from stolen dishes, who 
 beautify their dwelling's with stolen 
 ornaments, who go to church in stolen 
 garments, who partake of the blood of 
 the Redeemer from stolen silver cups, 
 who ride to funerals in stolen car- 
 riages, who ride for pleasure behind 
 stolen horses, who have shrouds made 
 from stolen cotton, who are awakened 
 in the night by the braying of stolen 
 mules, who are purged with stolen 
 medicines, who get drunk on stolen 
 liquors, who play sacred airs on stolen 
 organs and melodeons, who play pa- 
 triotic airs on stolen pianos, who, sur- 
 rounded by thousands of things stolen 
 from the South, in the name of loyalty, 
 by the men who are the brothers of 
 their vict'ins — by the Christians of the 
 North, whose preacher and heavenly 
 guide-board I am 1 
 
 Won't I catch it when I die? If 
 there is a hot place — a lake where the 
 molten brimstone is deepest — a locali- 
 ty where the eternal worm is bigger 
 than the serpent of the late rebellion, 
 I'll have it if there is a just God, who 
 punishes those who enlist for Him, and 
 work for the devil — to fill hell with 
 victims rather than heaven with ran- 
 
 somed ones. The only consolation I 
 have is tliut fom-filtlis of the ministers 
 of Christ are as great hypocrites as I 
 am. 
 
 SOLILOQUY OF A POOR ME- 
 CHANIC. 
 
 How my back aches I 
 
 And I want a little more sleep, but 
 unless I :m ti ere when the s<.'vcn 
 o'clock bell rings I am not vvanted. 
 
 But I'll rest, snooze here as I rLst, 
 and waken in a few moments. 
 
 That noise in the kitchen ? 
 
 That is my wife preparing breakfast. 
 Poor woman, she did not go to bed till 
 an hour or more after I did, and slie is 
 always up an hour before me. Her 
 work is never done ; mine is never 
 done. I hear her step in another room. 
 I hear the dishes as they are placed on 
 the table. This pillow is not as large 
 as som.' pillows, so I'll double it up 
 and rest my head on it. And this bed 
 is not such as rich people have, but its 
 good enough for a poor man I The 
 feather bed is thin ; the clothes are 
 none too nice, but then we are better 
 off than thousands I know. 
 Why not have better ones f 
 
 Simply because I cannot afford it. 
 
 Do you see these hands ? Do yon 
 see the calloused palms, the little la- 
 bor cracks, the half stiffened blunt fin- 
 gers ? Well, sir, they are marks of 
 industry. I go to the shop early ; I 
 work late. I take my dinner in that 
 little tin-pail, I work till my b;ick 
 aches. I save my money. My wife 
 helps me at home ; she is prudent, sav- 
 ing, industrious and hopeful. My chil- 
 dren are not dressed as well as my 
 neighbor's children, but they wear the 
 best I can got for them. 
 
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 I have no money for luxuries; my fa- 
 mily must live, even if my bed be hard, 
 m}' pillew small, the feathers few, and 
 the bod clothes worn — the floors un- 
 carpeted. 
 
 Hard work ? 
 
 Of course 1 have work, and I have 
 I</ay for it ; but money does not go so 
 far now as it used to. Two dollars to- 
 day arc not as good as one dollar six 
 years ago. My wages go for flour, 
 me«t, potatoes, butter when we can af- 
 ford it, eggw, tea, coflee, sugar, cloth» 
 medicines and taxes. 
 
 Whj purchase tea, coffee, hutle^, etc? 
 
 Why live 1 I am tired at night and 
 want something I can relish, and a cup 
 of tea gives me strength and a new 
 life ; and bread is dry without butter. 
 And in the morning, with the labors of 
 the day staring me in the face, as they 
 lead me on to the grave, I have but lit- 
 tle appetite, a cup of coflee with sugar 
 in it, and perhaps an c^g on my plate 
 tempts the worn out appetite, and thus 
 I gain strength for my toil. 
 
 Be more saving ! 
 
 I am saving ; my wife is saving ; I 
 have hardly a decent suit of clothes. 
 My wife does not have more than two 
 drestes a year. She mends and turns, 
 and patches and saves, and pieces; and 
 she uses our worn-uut garments to 
 make clothes for the cljildren ; and we 
 have no luxuries in the pantry or cel- 
 lar — simply plain food. A dollar does 
 not go far in market now. I d o not 
 complain, but I do get discouraged at 
 times, and wonder why a poor man 
 was bom — what use there is in living? 
 Everything costs so much. Cotton 
 costs five times as much now as six 
 years ago ; woolen goods, ditto. Tea, 
 coflee, flour, meat, sugar, rice, butter, 
 eggs, tobacco, spices, medicines, &c,. 
 
 &c., cost from three to five times as 
 much as they once did ; and my wages 
 are not increased in proportion. And 
 then the war ; all I had saved for 
 years went for war expenses. It was 
 fifty dollars here, fifty dollars there ; 
 twenty dollars then ; twenty dollars 
 more for the last call ; fifty dollars 
 more for the next last call, and so on. 
 I had to sell my cow and silver watch 
 to raise bounty money. 
 
 Why didn't I enlist ? 
 
 Why didn't you? My son, my bro- 
 ther, my cousin, enlisted, and thej died 
 or came home crippled. I was draft- 
 ed ; I mortgaged my house and lot to 
 raise money to send a man in my 
 place. 
 
 What made me ? 
 
 To save the Union. They told me 
 that the South wanted to get out of the 
 Union, and that we must whip them 
 back. I did not quite understand the 
 matter. I wanted the Union restored, 
 and I joined with the Republican party. 
 But all this was for nothing. We went 
 to war ; we lost half a million of men; 
 we ruined the South, so it is worth 
 nothing to the Union ; they submitted; 
 we disbanded our armies ; the South 
 laid down her arms and has gone to 
 work, and now these same Ilepubli- 
 cans say the South is out of the Union, 
 and they are going to keep her out, for 
 fear she will vote against them. I can't 
 see what we gained by war ; and I 
 find that the Democrats were right, 
 and that Democratic times were the 
 best for poor people. And the taxes — 
 why I am now taxed, and taxed, and 
 taxed. I must support myself, my la- 
 mily, my poorer relatives, my crippled 
 relatives who came back from the war; 
 I pay ten times the city. State, town 
 and county taxes I did before ; I am 
 
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 (fixed to help support free negroes wlio 
 once worked, as I have to, and sup- 
 ported themselves ; and, worse than 
 all, I am taxed to pay interest money 
 to rich bondholders, who live in ease, 
 whose hands are soft, who pay no tax- 
 es, yet live on what I earn, and what 
 a'l of us, poor men, earn. Now what 
 chance has a poor man under such a 
 republican government? A chance to 
 work hard and die poor. 
 
 A FREED NEGRO'S SOLILOQUY. 
 
 YaasI 
 
 Dis am a blessin'. Not only a bles- 
 sin' to de country, but to de darkey ! 
 
 De war was a God-send to us dark- 
 eys, bress massa Abram, and all who 
 loves dat great an' good name. Gor- 
 amity 1 But didn't us darkeys have to 
 work on dem plantashuras down dar in 
 de Souf 1 Um-um, ges dat am so. We 
 had to hoe de cotton when it wan't 
 worf in de Nort but tree to seven cents 
 a pound ; and we had to weed 'backer 
 when it wan't worf but five dollars a 
 load. An' we had to cut de sugar cane 
 down in de Souf, when sugar wan't 
 worf but tree cents a pound in de big 
 barrel. ^Ve had to do all dem tings ; 
 now we don't, an' its Lice. 
 
 An' gorra, didn't we have to work 
 jest as de poor white trash of de Norf 
 now has to work ? Dat was afore de 
 war An' de darkey couldn't go beg- 
 giu' an' stealin' all ober de happy laud 
 as now. Dat is de way de Ablishnests 
 got rich, an' a darkey is better dan an 
 Ablishnest, or de white trash of de Norf 
 wouldn't go to war an' get killed, an' 
 den go home to pay do taxes for us 
 cliildren of Abra-llam 1 Dat's wat's de 
 matter. 
 
 No more work for dis nigga. We'se 
 
 swapped our cabin for a burore. Doi 't 
 know what dat is, but it's a gocd ting 
 if de cost am de critering, or whatyuu 
 call 'em. Now du darkeys am dere own 
 bosses. Yaas ! 
 
 It cost dis guvment more dan twelve 
 tousand million dollars to set us free, 
 an' we darkeys am now bound in honor 
 to honor our librators, by doing nuDSn 
 wl.ilc dey support us. Didn't know a 
 nigga was worf so much afore. Gorral 
 no more work for a gemman when he 
 is worf so ranch as dat. De cotton an 
 de corn, de sugar an' de 'backer may 
 go to de debil, for de darkey hab quit 
 de degrashum ob labor. We can now 
 do as de blessed ableshin, p'litical Lin- 
 kum generals did in de war ; we can 
 steal mules, horses, cotton, picturs, pi- 
 anors, bedsteds, books, silver ware, an' 
 all dem little tings ; but gorra, we'so 
 got to go Norf to steal dem, for de 
 blessed Christian genrals stole all dere 
 was in de Souf, and took 'em Norf. 
 Dat am Christium patriotusm. We 
 darkeys am natural Christium patriots, 
 an' know how to do dat ting. Dis last 
 war would hev bin dun gon finished 
 afore dis if dere hadn't bin so ninch 
 good stuff in de Souf to steal. Gorra 
 mity 1 dere was so much to steal down 
 dar dat I tought afore God dey'd neber 
 get de darkey free in de world. Yaas. 
 Serve dem wicked suthuers jest 
 right. Dey no bizness to be rich. I 
 goes about de Norf and I begs cold 
 vittels, for dey is better for de nigga's 
 teef dan hot vittels, au' I see in all de 
 Ablishin houses ob de Norf somcting 
 what I saw in ole massa's house in do 
 Souf. In de minister's house I see de 
 big Bible wid massa's name, an' mis- 
 sis's name, an' de young massa's name 
 torn out. De Ablishin minister am a 
 good man ; he takes de word ob God 
 
15 
 
 wlievever finds um, Dat Bible my 
 massa had, an' 'twas given to de Ab- 
 lisl.ia' minister in de Norf by de officer 
 wLo stole um, so de minister would 
 pray for liira. An' I see de pianor mis- 
 sis play'd on down Souf, up Norf now. 
 Missis don't pianor no more ; she am 
 foolish enough to pick up posies an' 
 frow dom on de graves ob dem dead 
 rebels down dar ; an' dat am good 
 'nough for her. She no bizuess to love 
 rebels, an' de Linkum sogers '11 see dat 
 she don't do 'cm any more. Yaas. 
 
 I'se bin all ober de country. I rides 
 in de cars ; I sleeps in de best beds at 
 de hotels ; I ride on guvment cars an' 
 btoam boats, an' I gets guvment food. 
 It ain't 80 good as de food massa guv 
 me, but its more 'speusive, an' don't 
 cost me one cent. Gorra, but ain't dis 
 nigga in luck 1 Lots ob dem oder 
 niggas done gone dead, 'cause dey has 
 nobody to care for dem ; but am dere 
 fault. 
 
 Oh, it's nice 1 I don't have to work 
 only when I wants to, De poor white 
 trash does all de work. Dey pay 
 twelve million dollars every year to 
 make one burorc fur us niggas, an' 
 dere '11 be lots ob bnrorcs, Rcckin de 
 burores for us niggas will cost so much 
 dat de white trash won't have no cof- 
 fins 'fore soon, Yaas. 
 
 An' it serves dem fellars up Norf 
 just right. Dey can pay taxes an' sup- 
 port us, We'se bin slaves long 'nough, 
 now de white trash am slaves. Work 
 on, you poor white folks ; support us 
 darkeys, an' de bondholders and de 
 p'litical gcmmcn dat am Ablishnists ; 
 it's all right. I'se gwine to Washing- 
 ton to got an office, A man tole me 
 toddcr day da't 'twouldn't do no 
 good, for I couldn't get one, an' now 
 I'se ^uiu' lo see if de nigga Congress, 
 
 de Republicans, as you call dem, dare 
 refuse us niggas what we wants ! If 
 so, we'll vote agin 'em, an' den cut doir 
 froats, as bressed John Brown taught 
 us to. 
 
 Oh deah ! 
 
 Gorramity ! but dis bein' a freeman 
 ain't sc nice. It's just like um I D — m 
 de Ablishnests I Here I is, a poor old 
 nigga, an' no one cares a cent for me, 
 Ise got no home ; Ise got no friends ; 
 Ise got no cabin ; Ise got no missus to 
 visit me when I'se sick ; no maasa to 
 send for de doctor ; no little patch ob 
 ground to live on. Ise simply an ole 
 gray-headed nigga. I can't work, for 
 Ise too old. I can't steal, for I ain't 
 so smart as dem Ablishnests, I go 
 beggin' ober de country, and folks say, 
 "go 'long, you black whelp 1" Dis is 
 de wust freedom dis nigga ever seed. 
 Once I had a happy home ; I was fat 
 as de possum, ;.n' didn't work half so 
 hard, nor live half so poor as half de 
 white folks up Norf. I had some one 
 to care for me when sick, and to bury 
 me when dead. Now Ise simply a poor 
 old nigga. De war ruined massa ; it 
 ruined me, too, for what was massa's 
 interest was my interest. When he 
 done well, I done well. He took care 
 ob de little pickaninnies an' de ole 
 folks J he gave us holidays an' a Chris- 
 tian burial ; but 
 
 My happy days am ober, 
 
 Sweet liberty hab come ; 
 De country's got de nigga, 
 
 But de nigga's got no home ! 
 
 Do Ablishishnest took us from happy 
 plantashuns in de Souf, an' let us die 
 in de streets, de out-houses, an' de gut- 
 ters. An' dis is deir Christian love for 
 de poor slave. Reckon Christ neber 
 taught dat kind ob love. Au' now all 
 
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 Ise got to do is to die as half a million 
 poor uiggas have since debrcssed war. 
 But tank de Lord for one ting — us nig- 
 gas hain't got to pay de costob all dis 
 foolishness ; de poor white trash obde 
 Norf does dis, an' it serves dera jest 
 riglit for not letten us be when we'se 
 happy an' doin' some good. An' now 
 dis nigga is gwine to die, like a poor 
 ole dog. 
 
 SOLILOQUY Oi' A RADICAL MEM- 
 BER OF CONGRESS. 
 
 Three thousand dollars a year*. 
 
 And mileage 1 
 
 And stealings ! 
 
 And — well that is enough I 
 
 It is but little I know of legislation, 
 or of laws, or of the Constitution ; and 
 it is less that I care. The people have, 
 like the soul of blessed John Brown, 
 marclicd on from statesmanship to in- 
 tolerance and experiments, and any fool 
 will maive a good Abolition member of 
 Congress, if he has 
 
 Plenty of lip ; 
 
 Can abuse Democrats ; 
 
 Is good at stealing ; 
 
 Will legislate to protect bondholders, 
 and aid to make poor men poorer; 
 
 And believes in depriving eleven 
 southern States of representation to 
 please six New England States. 
 
 The people went crazy for the negro ; 
 they grew tired of law, of order, of 
 prosperity, of peace, of national unity, 
 of happiness. They wanted to try 
 something new, and of course I am the 
 man to aid the people, if I can get a 
 few dollars by it. 
 
 I was elected by an easy people — 
 was sent to legislate. The time was 
 when members of Congress required 
 brains. That day has passed. Once, 
 
 men of ability, statesmen and kigli- 
 minded and national men, were want- 
 ed for this business ; but that day has 
 passed. We live by agitation. We 
 live for private ends and aims. We 
 legislate for those who pay us best. 
 We must do this, for unless we have 
 such paymasters, how can we live and 
 indulge in all manner of extrava- 
 gances ? What do I care for the peo- 
 ple ? The people care nothing for me. 
 It is but a few years I can live ; but a 
 very few if I indulge in Washington 
 habits. Legislators once worked for 
 the interests of the country ; but that 
 was Democratic. Whatever is Demo- 
 cratic is wrong. The Bible is Demo- 
 cratic ; it advises peace on earth, and 
 good will to all men. This is where 
 the Bible and I difl'er. I don't care a 
 farthing whether my country is at 
 peace or not. The idea of national 
 prosperity, or a country's greatness, is 
 a novelty to my brain. Posterity may 
 take care of itself; my pockets aro 
 what engages ray atiention. If I~>can 
 retain my seat, and secure a re-elec- 
 tion, it is all I want. The North says 
 it hates the South. I hate the South. 
 If the North loved the South there 
 would be no trouble about representa- 
 tion. New England hates the South ; 
 New England money controls me. New 
 England brains manage western men ; 
 New England bondholders own the 
 Government, and they are my special 
 patrons. What do I care for the peo- 
 ple ? I say d — n the people — d — n the 
 poor people ; they have no business to 
 be poor. Let the poor people hold 
 bonds, as the rich ones do ; and then 
 those who are poorer yet than the poor 
 people will have all the taxes to pay. 
 Old style legislation protected rich and 
 poor alike. D — u the old style. This 
 
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 is an age of progress. New ideas, 
 new Constitution, new amendments, 
 and new bureaus for the niggers, and 
 labor and taxation for the poor white 
 men. But I am not poor, so let the ti- 
 ger loose. I am a member of Congress; 
 a title-page of an Abolition volume ; a 
 shining political light for the God and 
 Morality party which professes to love 
 peace and good will, yet votes for just 
 such bawling Union haters as I am to 
 represent them in Congress. 
 
 And that innocent country constitu- 
 ency of mine 1 How those pious and 
 moral men who voted for me attend di- 
 vine service, pray in meeting, quote 
 scripture, and prate of universal level 
 And while they are doing that, I am 
 carousing about Washington, playing 
 cards, faro, kino, vingt-un, euchre, rou- 
 lette, &c., &c., drinking wine, and 
 spending my nights in places where 
 my respectable constituents dare not 
 visit, except on the sly. I draw my 
 salary, vote for my friends, and this 
 amusement is dignified by the name of 
 legislation ! Well, if the people are 
 satisfied with this mountebankism, I 
 am the man to represent them 'till I 
 can feather my own nest, and have a 
 few years of dissipation. 
 
 THE RETURNED SOLDIER'S SO- 
 LILOQUY. 
 
 Good bye, blue ruin I Go into the 
 dye-tub ; into the rag-bag ; anywhere 
 out of ray sight. For three years I 
 wore these blue duds, and now, thank 
 God, they are off, and once more I am 
 in command of myself. And if I wan't 
 a d — d fool, I'll be d — d 1 Learned to 
 swear in the army. 
 
 What in the devil did I go to the 
 war for ? That's the question. What 
 
 did I eat hard tack for ; drink commis- 
 sary whiskey ; carry a mule's load ; 
 sleep in the mud ; suffer in hospital, 
 and lose this limb for ? AVho knows ? 
 
 I enlisted to save the Union. 
 
 I went to war to put down the re- 
 bellion. 
 
 I fought to punish traitors. 
 
 I killed people to restore the harnio- 
 ny of things. 
 
 I went to war because that was, in 
 old times, the way to patriotism. 
 
 And what was there gained ? I had 
 thirteen dollars a month. I rode 
 shank's mare from Bull Run to the 
 Red River, and tramped from high liv- 
 ing to hell, almost for nothing. 
 
 I fought to keep this Union whole, 
 and now, when the war is ended, I am 
 told that fighting divided, and that le- 
 gislation alone can restore the Union. 
 Then why in thunder must I lose three 
 years of time and a limb if all this 
 work must be done by Congress? 
 What did Congress want of men ? 
 Why were a million of us killed by 
 drunken, thieving, cottou-stealing, sil- 
 verware-hunting, conceited, up-start 
 political generals, who went up like 
 rockets and came down like sticks, if 
 Congress can do, or could restore the 
 Union by legislation? 
 
 I went to war in good faith. 
 
 I fought a score of times, and the 
 more I fought, and the less I stole, the 
 slower came promotion. 
 
 I helped to make a dozen Generals, 
 fifty Colonels, and a hundred other of- 
 ficers rich. 
 
 I have lugged many a piano, rose- 
 wood bedstead, marble-top table, cabi- 
 net of books, mahogany sofa, and such 
 stuff out of southern homes to be sent 
 north for the use of mj' superior officer, 
 and the adornment of his home in the 
 
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 North. Tliis was the bi^ dart for put 
 ting down the rebellion. Great God, 
 what fighting some of our Generals 
 didl 
 
 And I went to war for less wages 
 than I could have earned at home. 
 And my wife was often starving while 
 I was away. And my children became 
 dirty and ragged ; my farm ran to 
 weeds ; my shop ran down ; my tools 
 were stolen or lost ; my place is filled 
 by another ; I came home a cripple, 
 filled with disease, and am now looked 
 upon by the same men who wanted me 
 to go to war, mach as people look upon 
 some dead beat who has gone through 
 them for ail their spare stamps. 
 
 And the Abolitionists, who forgot to 
 take care of the soldiers' families ; the 
 Aoolitiouists, who told us that the De- 
 mocrats wanted the Union dissolved ; 
 the Aboliionists, who said Democrats 
 were t.aitors ; the Abolitionists, who 
 staid at home and dare not fiyht, ex* 
 cept in the form of a mob, in the at- 
 tack of stme defenceless Democrat, 
 now tell us — the d — d cowardly trait- 
 ors and rascally thieves we have found 
 them to be — that 
 
 The late war did not restore the 
 Union 1 
 
 The war was therefore a failure 1 
 
 The white men of the North were 
 no match for the white men of the 
 South. 
 
 The war would have ended in defeat 
 for the North but for the niggers. 
 
 This is what the Abolitionists tell 
 us. Reckon they will have a good 
 time getting us returned soldiers en- 
 gaged in another crusade for cotton, 
 niggers, mules, and stolen plunder, ta- 
 ken by force of the bajouet from poor 
 wuuicu and children. 
 
 It seems to me as if the late war 
 was a humbug — a wicked, treasonable, 
 unconstitutional gag. It did not re- 
 store the Union, but it made a pile of 
 Abolitionists and War Democrats lich- 
 
 It never prevented scession, but left 
 this Union in the shape we did not find 
 it. 
 
 It never benefitted any one. North 
 or South, except thieving soldiers, ar- 
 my chaplains, swindling contractors, 
 drunken oflQcers, incompetent generals, 
 and other such pets of the late admia- 
 istration. 
 
 It didn't help the white people 
 
 It di In't help the niggers. 
 
 It impoverished half of the Union. 
 
 It didn't make the South friendly to 
 northern ideas, iuterests, or people. 
 
 It piled a big debt upon us, and took 
 from us two-thirds of our means to 
 pay it. 
 
 And now I am back from the war to 
 find that I must pay the most exorbi- 
 tant taxes, and to find that old Grudg- 
 ings, a mean, narrow minded, staj'-at 
 home coward, is rich, with a safe full 
 of United States notes or bonds, for 
 which I must work the balance of my 
 life out to pay the interest on, while 
 he escapes taxation and lives in idle- 
 ness. I had a hundred dollars bounty 
 to go to the war. Now I come home 
 to find the town, county, city and State 
 in debt for the money I had ; the wealth 
 of the county is in bonds ; the school- 
 house is in ruins ; the bridges in ruins; 
 the court-hou&e. Sec, in ruins ; all these 
 things to be built up ; the bonds and 
 their interest to be paid, besides all the 
 other taxes, and the holders of bonda 
 living in luxurious idleness, with large 
 incomes, and not one cent of tax to 
 pay auy body for any purpose. 
 
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 It was bad enough to fight for such 
 Infernal cowards. 
 
 It is bad enough to have it said we 
 could not have whipped the South 
 without the aid of these high-flavored 
 nigger t; oops who are now to be called 
 our equals. 
 
 It is bad enough to have enormous 
 taxes to pay the damages time and war 
 have wruught. But its worse than all 
 to have 1o pay six hundred million dol- 
 lars a ycixv interest to the men who 
 hold bonds exempt from taxation, or, 
 in other words, to go to war, and then 
 come home and pay ourselves for being 
 shot at, wounded and killed. Aboli- 
 tionism don't pay. Now I'm as good 
 a man as any ol them. No man has 
 a right now to lord it now over me. I 
 wear no badge of servitude, adver- 
 tising that I am a fit subject for shoul- 
 der-strapped cnfis, kicks, guard-houses, 
 &c. I'm a returned soldier, a poor man 
 who must work or starve. I love my 
 country. I'm a better patriot than the 
 man who asks the poor man to pay 
 taxes and interest on bonds exempt 
 from taxation, and I say it boldly that 
 the next time I shoulder a musket will 
 be for equal taxation, equal rights, and 
 a free country. I don't like the idea 
 of repudiation, but if goverment don't 
 tax her bonds, may I be d — d if I ever 
 pay a cent of taxes, for my crippled 
 limb is a better and more honorable 
 bond then the Government ever issued. 
 If all are taxed alike, it is well. If 
 not, its repudiation or another fight. 
 
 SOLILOQUY OF A SOUTHERNER. 
 
 Dog gon my buttons if us folk^ 
 down here don't amount to a little bit 
 of a melody alter all. We were but a 
 handful of cowards before the war 
 
 killed off half of us, yet the great big 
 North is afraid to have us in the 
 Union ! We nns helped make the 
 Constitution, and helped make our 
 common country great, and when we 
 saw danger of our rights under the 
 Constitution being ignored after we 
 were educated by Abolitionists to be- 
 lieve we had the right to secede, and 
 to save ourselves did secede, dog gon 
 us if these same men who wanted us 
 out didn't want us back again ! They 
 said we were a bid of expense to the 
 Union — that it cost more to furnish us 
 mails, revenue oflScers, &c., &,c., than 
 it came to ; and when we wished to 
 relieve the liberal North of this taxa- 
 tion on our account, dog gon us but 
 they incurred more expense to keep us 
 in than we were worth while we were 
 in. And they didn't want us to work 
 niggers, yet were wilhng to sell them 
 to us, and to buy all the niggers rais- 
 ed, and pay us in gimcracks for the 
 same. They drove us out of the Union. 
 They said we had better go out. We 
 took them at their word, for such good 
 Christians as populate the North must 
 be honest, and they ssnt armies here 
 to drive us back. They said we'd a 
 right to secede, and advised us to do 
 so. We took the North at the word. 
 Then they said we could not secede. 
 
 And they sent soldiers and thieves 
 down among us. While brave men 
 fought us, thieves stole from us the 
 things we bought of them, and now 
 insist on selling them over ! We could 
 stand their fighting, but, dog gon 'em, 
 not their stealing ! When we sent our 
 wounded home, we found our homes 
 were burned, or our goods stolen. 
 They destroyed or stole all we had, 
 then blamed us for not taking care of 
 their wounded ! They carried on war 
 
SD 
 
 a^inst us to drive us back into the 
 Union ; and when we were driven 
 back, they discovered that we were 
 out of the Union ! 
 
 They wanted us to send members to 
 Coiig'ress, and they sent them back 
 liorne. They say the war was a bril- 
 liant success. They say fighting alone 
 can restore the Union ; and still, wh'^n 
 the fighting is over with, say war di- 
 vided the Union. We have been sub- 
 jugated, repudiated, dispossessed, dis- 
 franchised, contrabanded, reconstruct- 
 ed, and desolated. 
 
 We have quit fighting, yet are 
 warred upon. We want peace, yet 
 are promised war. We want to be in 
 the Union, yet are told we shall not 
 come in. They call us infidels, yet 
 forget Christianity themselves. 
 
 If we are now without money, in- 
 fluence, power, or ) restige, why is the 
 North afraid of us ? If we are ex- 
 pected to be good citizens, why do not 
 the radicals of the North set the ex- 
 ample? If we are not in the Union, 
 why taxed by that Union ? If we are 
 not in the Union, where are we ? If 
 this is our reward for disbanding our 
 Berried ranks, what was the use of 
 disbanding ? Why not keep on fight- 
 ing ? If we are conquered, why not ac- 
 cept us as such ? If wc are not con- 
 quered, why not go on with the war, 
 renew the murderous crusade for cot- 
 ton, mules, niggers, jewelry, and fur- 
 niture ? The men who fought us like 
 bra', e men now say that fair play shall 
 be the order of the day. The cowards, 
 thieves and plunderers who robbed 
 and desolated and desecrated us, now 
 are anxious tor another war upon us, 
 that the balance of what we have may 
 
 be stolen from ue, and their pocketi 
 still farther filled, and we are blamed 
 for not laughing at our own funerala. 
 We are asked to sing melodies while 
 sitting on bayonets ! Wo are asked 
 to dance while the slow matcli is burn- 
 ing still brightly in our cellars. Wo 
 are asked to sit still, and be insulted 
 by the men who stole from us — who 
 insulted our M'omen — who stole while 
 others fought. Wo are asked to be 
 good citizens, when we are treated 
 like bad citizens. We aie asked to 
 believe o hers who will not believe us 
 even in tears. We are asked to grow 
 flowers iu the face of wintry blast«, yet 
 piping from the North, and to deck 
 our graveyards with tlowers, while 
 dogs are barking at our heels. The 
 North claims the religion of the coun- 
 try, yet jabs and stabs us with puri- 
 tanical hate. 
 
 All we want is peace. We wish to 
 repair the damages the war has made. 
 We wish to live as brothers of a com- 
 mon heritage, yet are treated as ser- 
 vants. As one of the southerners. I 
 try to bear all this ; I try to smile ; I 
 try to dance while our conquerors are 
 fiddling in drunken glee ; I am in ear- 
 nest in asking for the peace which was 
 promised us, if we disbanded our ar- 
 mies ; I keep faith with the North, yet 
 the North will not keep faith with us. 
 And I tell you, if we can't have the 
 peace and the rights promised us, life 
 is a burthen, and we had better lose it 
 at once. But I will wait awhile, for 
 surely the sense of national honor has 
 not quite died out in the North. There 
 is a better day coming ; another year 
 will tell the story I 
 
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 "WHY SUPPORT BONDHOLDERS? 
 THE EAST AND THE WEST. 
 
 Readers, tax-payers, working men 1 
 Come with us a few moments. Do you 
 see that map of the country hanging 
 against the wall over yonder ? Let 
 us step closer and look at it. Trace 
 the water mark, the ocean line with 
 us, from the Bay of Fundy, down by 
 Cape Cod, Cape May, Cape Hatteras, 
 Cape Fear, Cape Florida, Mobile Bay, 
 Corpis Christi Bay, tiience over to Cape 
 St. Lucas, thfiuce up the golden strands 
 of the Pacific coast to Victoria, and 
 then across the country to the pine 
 points of Maine. Quite a little trip ! 
 And all this is our country. The pine 
 forests of Maine, Michigan, Pennsyl- 
 vania, Minnesota, and Texas ; the 
 rocky hills of New England ; the coal 
 beds of the Keystone State ; the rich 
 farms of New York and New Jersey ; 
 the plantations of the Soutli ; the broad 
 prairies of the West ; the golden gul- 
 ches of California ; the quartz moun- 
 tains ol Nevada, Montana, Idaho, &c., 
 the Eastern, Western, Northern and 
 Southern States, all belonging to the 
 Union — to you, the sovereigns. 
 
 And do you realize that all this 
 countiy is controlled by the devil of 
 New England radicalism ; New Eng- 
 land aristocracy ; New England pro- 
 tection ; New England narrow-mind- 
 edness, and New England bondocracy? 
 Let us see. Way up there is a little 
 point of land. It is where the witch- 
 burning, psalm-singing Puritans land- 
 ed, and whipped people for kissing 
 their wives on the Sabbath, and where 
 men are taught to mind the business 
 of other people, and to skin everything 
 from eels to gun flints. Let us take 
 these six New England States and see 
 
 what they amount to in area, popula- 
 tion, and voice in Congress : 
 
 Area, sq. m. PopxC.alion. 
 
 Maine 31,766 6-28.276 
 
 New Hampshire 9.280 32G.07'2 
 
 Vermont 10,212 315,116 
 
 Massachusetts 7,800 l,2:31.0Go 
 
 Rhode Island 1,306 174.621 
 
 Connecticut 4, 674 401), 151 
 
 65,038 3,144,301 
 
 This portion of our Union is repre- 
 sented in Congress by twelve Senators 
 and twenty-seven members. 
 
 Now, look over there towards the 
 setting sun, yet not half way to the 
 Pacific I There are six States. Let 
 us figure a little. Take your pencil 
 and set down — 
 
 Area sq. m. Population. 
 
 Indiana 33,809 1,350,941 
 
 Illinois 55 405 1,711,753 
 
 Michigan 56,243 749 112 
 
 Iowa 50,914 674,948 
 
 Wisconsin 53,924 775,873 
 
 MinnesoU 84,000 172,022 
 
 334,295 5,434,649 
 
 Hardly a State of the last six named 
 but is equal in size to all of New Eng- 
 land, while one is a third larger ; ani 
 the population is nearly double. 
 
 In view of the fact that since the 
 census was taken from which we glean 
 the above figures, the New England 
 States have fallen off twelve per cent., 
 and the six Western ones have in- 
 creased over thirty per cent., it is safe 
 to say we more than double them in 
 population, as we beat them five times 
 and over in extent. 
 
 And all this tract of country, an em. 
 pire of itself, has but the same repre- 
 sentation in the Senate, with five re- 
 presentatives in the House. Now let 
 us sit down on this log, by the forge, 
 on your shoe, tailor or carpentei-'s 
 bench ; let us lean on this hoe handle, 
 rest on this pick-axe ; on this plow 
 
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 beam, or wherever we are, and see 
 what a difference tliere is between the 
 West and the East, and see if we owe 
 the East onr very blood, as it were. 
 
 The war is over. Tiie armies are 
 disbanded, and still New England in- 
 tolerance, vengeance and spite, war 
 upon subdued peop'e, and upon the 
 Constitution she hates. 
 
 New England nabobs hold United 
 States bonds, by a New England Con- 
 gress exempt from taxation. 
 
 New England dares not have the 
 South back in the Union, for the votes 
 of that section will justly be against 
 her narrow-minded protective interests. 
 
 New England Abolitionists have set 
 the negro free, and make you and I not 
 only support the " freedmen," but the 
 bondholder who sits and receives his 
 interest, the whole exempt from taxa- 
 tion. 
 
 New England wants her manufac- 
 turing interest protected. She wants 
 the burden of taxation to fall upon the 
 consumers of her industry, and to rise 
 to power and wealth on the labor of 
 the poorer classes, who in the thirty 
 other States of the Union purchase of her. 
 
 The East is built up ; it is finished. 
 Her schools, roads, churches, jails, 
 prisons, poor houses, asylums, &c., are 
 erected. Much of this work is to be 
 done yet in the West. Wiiile we in 
 th(i West are at work. New England 
 bondnoldcrs are riding in their easy 
 carriages, sitting in the shade, revel- 
 ing in wine dinners, sporting in creek 
 and jungle, their wealth secured and 
 in United States bonds, by a New Eng- 
 land-controlled Congress exempted from 
 taxation. We have a country 3'et to im- 
 prove. We have roads, school-houses, 
 asylums, churches, towns and cities 
 yet to build. 
 
 AVe have the negro, who onco sup- 
 ported himself, to support in itllencss ; 
 and with him the thieves and swindlers 
 who are the knobs to the negro bureau. 
 
 We have the expenses of govern- 
 ment to pay. We have the interest on 
 the public debt to pay. Wc have mil- 
 lions of dollars a year to pay to tho 
 rich, lazy bondholders, who ;ire by tho 
 Government protected in their lazincs;^, 
 while we are by the same Government 
 ground still deeper into the earth on 
 account of our poverty. 
 
 Why this favoritism? Is this tho 
 reward given the West for forsaking 
 hor business ; for fighting lior real 
 friends ; for spilling rivers of blood ? 
 
 AVe did not restore the Union, for 
 New England says the Union is not 
 restored ! 
 
 We did not benefit the negro, for ho 
 is ivorse off to-day under the drippings 
 of this New England mercy than un- 
 der the care of his former master. 
 
 We did not better ourselves by tlw 
 war. 
 
 We did not soften the heart of tho 
 South. 
 
 But we did this, western men — wo 
 made fo&ls of ourselves ; we fought 
 our true friends, to help our worst ene- 
 mies. 
 
 Wo piled up a mountain of debt, 
 astride of which sit thousands of New 
 England bondholders, and we have got 
 to bend our backs to the load, while 
 they crack the whip over us, the poor 
 white trash of the AVest. 
 
 May God in Ilis goodness hasten tlic 
 day when the people will open their 
 eyes at the greatness of the miserj' in 
 store for us as a nation, and give us 
 men bold enough to lead the way to 
 peace and prosperity. 
 
DlbBAND THE DExMOCRACY 1 
 
 Never ! 
 
 Wliy should tliis grand, good old 
 li;ii(y be disbanded, and its brave 
 members left to rally under banners of 
 their enemies, or to die by the way- 
 side ? What good can come of giving 
 np the name, the principles we have 
 fougljt for so long ? 
 
 In this State, as in others, leading 
 (so-called) Democrats are in favor of 
 disbanding our party organization, 
 forming a Union, or a Johnson, or 
 6ome other kind of a party, and to 
 this move, be it here or elsewhere, we 
 wish to say a few words, earnestly 
 and candidly. 
 
 In the name of two million Demo- 
 cratic voters, North and South — in the 
 name of one million and eiglit hundred 
 tjionsaiid Dcmocratsi in the North who 
 voted for McClellan, we arise now to 
 usl; what good wi 1 come of this for- 
 Kaking principles ? 
 
 We rof-pect Andrew Johnson, Pre- 
 fiident of the United States. We have 
 great faitli in him. We are willing he 
 should have and form a Johnson party 
 if he wishes to, but will never consent 
 to see the Democratic party of the 
 country disbanded, and called together 
 on his platform. Mahomet may go or 
 come to the mountain, the stately ship 
 may enter the harbor, the eagle soar 
 to the sky, the rain may come to the 
 eartii, Johnson may come to the Demo- 
 cratic party, and it will shelter him so 
 long as he is true to the Constitution ; 
 whcu he is liuL, he will be spcwn out 
 of its mouth. 
 
 The mountain cannot go to Maho- 
 met. 
 
 The harbor cannot go out to shelter 
 the ship, no matter how brave it be. 
 
 The great cerulean dome cannot and 
 will not come down to meet the eagle, 
 no matter how bravely he soars aloft. 
 
 The beautiful earth will never go up 
 to claim the rain-drops from tlje clouds 
 which are of its own making. 
 
 The Democratic party of the coun- 
 try shall never disband, and go strag- 
 gling out to meet Johnson or any other 
 man, for its principles and hopes are 
 beyond the reach of any one mortal I 
 
 We are willing Johnson should come 
 back. 
 
 We are willing to endorse him in 
 what is right, and assuredly shall de- 
 nounce him when wrong. But we are 
 not in favor of this forming Johnson 
 clubs of Democratic timber. The 
 great trouble in this country is that 
 people think in droves, and accept all 
 sorts of statements as facts. The peo 
 pie are too credulous. 
 
 We object to placing two million 
 Democrats under the influence of Sew- 
 ard's bell-cord. We object to be blind- 
 ed when going into a fight. AVe dis- 
 like forsaking the eternal principles of 
 Democracy for an individual name. If 
 Johnson and Seward and others are 
 tired of Republicanism, let them come 
 out from the Rump Disunionists, and 
 stand up for the principles of that 
 great Democratic party which has no 
 apology to make for the ruins our ene- 
 mies have strewn over the land. 
 
 We do not wish to enlist under men 
 who will soon want us to fight under 
 Abolition, Republican, Disunion ban- 
 ners — men who would in a year or two 
 go lungliing home, showing the fish 
 caught in the Johnson net, and claim- 
 ing high reward for their strategy and 
 impudence. 
 
 It may not be fashionable to speak 
 thus, but we cannot help it. Five 
 
u 
 
 years since Democrats were caught by 
 chaflF. Let us not be taken in that 
 manner again. Wliat 1 Disband the 
 Democracy ? 
 
 Never 1 
 
 While there is one Democrat in the 
 country, that party must not be dis- 
 banded. The hopes of miUions, the 
 happiness of the people, the future 
 glory of America, the guardianship of 
 the Constitution, the honor of our laws, 
 the restoration of our bleeding Union, 
 is in the custody of the Democratic 
 party, and to dissolve is to betray. 
 
 Take care, so-called leaders 1 
 
 Eighteen hundred thousand Demo- 
 crats in the North protest, and will 
 hurl you o%'er the battlements, if this 
 thing be ibrced upon them. 
 
 Halt ! 
 
 About face ! 
 
 Men of pluck and nerve, to the front! 
 Close ranks, steady, shoulder to shoul- 
 der, head of column forward to death 
 or to victory 1 The battle is won 
 already. 
 
 Give up now ? 
 
 Difjband now, when the enemy is 
 divided ? 
 
 Disband when the country is on its 
 knees ; is with tearful eyes and up- 
 lifted hands, firmly clasped, looking to 
 us for aid and happiness ? 
 
 Disband when to do so would be to 
 bring more ruin on the land ? 
 
 You men who think of this, come 
 with us for a moment. Take oif your 
 hits. Forget your pockets, and step 
 carefully. 
 
 Do you see a dissevered Union, bro- 
 ken by the men who ask you to dis- 
 band us ? 
 
 Do you see those prisons filled with 
 innocent Democrats, kept there till 
 covered with lice, filth and mildew, 
 
 with no other music to gladden their 
 hearts than the tinkling of tlie little 
 bell in the hands of the cunning n an 
 who wants us to kiss the dagger 
 which stabbed us ? 
 
 Do you see those mobs, beating the 
 brains out of defenceless Democrats, 
 while the President was telling his 
 little jokes in the White House ? 
 
 Do you see the paid soldiers of the 
 Republic, by order of the little bell, 
 turning their bayonets upon Demo- 
 cratic voters ? 
 
 Do you see the cowardly tools of a 
 tyrant tearing down printing offices, 
 and battering the presses into splin- 
 ters ? 
 
 Do you see the party in power pro- 
 scribing men iu business and social 
 circles for being Democrats ? 
 
 Do you see the sneaks and blue- 
 coated minions of the provost force 
 sneaking under your windows ? 
 
 Do you see postmasters opening 
 your letters, and retarding the circula- 
 tion of your papers, because you will 
 not shout in praise of wrong and cor- 
 ruption ? 
 
 Do you see half a mill'on widows 
 standing in tears over soldiers' graves 
 — widows who were made by Repub- 
 licans in a Republican crusade for cot- 
 ton, mules and niggers ? 
 
 Do you see the orphans in rags, the 
 houses in ashes, the unlettere4i head- 
 boards of soldiers' graves, the homes 
 of those made poor by Lincoln's min- 
 ions ; the jewels, the mistresses, the 
 houses, the lands, the bonds of Lin- 
 coln's thieves, the mobs of his friends 
 and supporters beating the brains out 
 of, or suspending to trees, the Demo- 
 crats who would not forsake their 
 principles ? 
 
 Look, you cowards and time-servers 
 
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 on these pictures, and in shame recall 
 your words. By the living God, the 
 Dc'Miocratic party shall not be dis- 
 banded 1 
 
 We have an interest in it ; our fa- 
 ther had an interest in it ; our children 
 have an interest in it. You shall not 
 barter it for a handful of greens I We 
 iiav .' stood by that old flag when cow- 
 ards forsook us, when men sought our 
 life, when bayonets were at our heart, 
 when the rope was ready for our neck, 
 when t!ie hand of the assassin has 
 sought our heart, when enemies have 
 sought us in the street, when men 
 have withheld business from us, when 
 poverty loo!:ed in one eye and death 
 in the other, when mobs have sought 
 to drive us from pri iciple, when offers 
 of high place in and out of the army 
 have been made us, when to say we 
 were a Democrat was to court abuse, 
 to toy with death, and subject ourself 
 and friends to insult and to blows, and 
 we shall never give up the flag or the 
 faith. While there is life with us, the 
 Democratic party has one member who 
 will not bo led into the shambles. 
 
 Two million Democrats, the truest 
 men the sun ever shone upon, the men 
 who voted for McClellan, who stood 
 by their faith when cowards forsook 
 them, the only true patriots of the 
 country, would be a nice prize for 
 Seward to lead back to his disinteg- 
 rated part^', but there is one man he 
 cannot lead. He is a good diplomat- 
 ist, but not good enough for this most 
 impudent swindle upon the hopes and 
 the patriotism of the people. If lic- 
 publicans want Democrats, they know 
 where to find us every time ; if they 
 use us, it must be as a body, and not 
 as siieaves to keep tlieir death and tax 
 mill running. Stand by the flag I 
 
 CHARGE I DEMOCRATS, CHARGE I 
 
 Brothers in a holy cause! Freemen, 
 patriots, sons of illustrious blood, side 
 by side, hand in hand, arm in arm, 
 with a bold front, for we have done no 
 wrong, let us charge upon the fanati- 
 cal element of our country the history 
 it has made. 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder — 
 
 Hearts firm, strong uud true ! 
 We never will bo conquered 
 By a Union-hating crew ! 
 Woidd to God that some man with 
 the eloquence of inspiration might now 
 step forth to rivet home upon the Abo- 
 litionists of the land ti.e nails they 
 drove through our national wainscot 
 ing, and paint the tragic history of ne- 
 groism as wo have seen it through 
 years of bloody suffering, and dark 
 hours of the Republic. Wiio are trai- 
 tors ? Who are the original disunion- 
 ists ? Who are now making war upon 
 the government? Who are insulting 
 a fallen foe ? Who are they who trifle 
 with the destinies of a God given Ame- 
 rica, and seek to cloy their fiendish 
 hate on the mangled corpse of an at- 
 tempted Confederacy ? Who are the 
 ones who stand up in the Rump Con- 
 gress and insult the soldiers, by say- 
 ing the Union is not restored, and that 
 imbecile gutter-snij e legislation can 
 do what the prowess of American sol- 
 diery failed to accomplish ? Let these 
 questions be asked tiiose who wallow 
 with the Rump Congress in its treason- 
 able infancy rather than stand like 
 men by the President in support of the 
 right. Let us stand true to the sacred 
 princ^'v^ s of Democracy, and c' arge 
 home upon this fanatical element, 
 which is at war with the Union, that 
 the only traitors now existing arc the 
 
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 Ainatical members of the Rump Con- 
 gress and place-hunters who endurse 
 their infamous acts. Charge home 
 upon the element which is opposing 
 the country that they sought first and 
 last to divide the Union, and but for 
 the Democracy of the North would 
 have succeeded. These men sought 
 to break up the Union ; to make the 
 South and North hate each other. 
 Tiicy warred upon the Constitution ; 
 they ignored laws ; they broke their 
 oaths ot office ; they perjured them- 
 Belves before God and man ; they med- 
 dled with that which concerned them 
 not ; they trampled laws under foot ; 
 they elected tyrants and cowards to 
 office ; they defiled a patriotic army 
 with dishonest generals ; they turned 
 a war of patriolism into a crusade of 
 plunder ; they put innocent men into 
 prison, and guilty men in office ; they 
 sacrificed thousands of brave men on 
 the altar of diabolitm and military 
 incompetency ; they took men and mo- 
 ney from the people under false pre- 
 tences ; they killed our men, destro3'cd 
 our property, and squandered the mo- 
 ney we furnished them ; tljcy mobbed 
 people for opinion's sake ; they mur- 
 dered people in cold blood here in the 
 North fur speaking their honest be- 
 lief ; they have stolen of the poor ; 
 they have protected the rich ; they 
 have lied to the nation, and in drunken 
 glee danced on the coffin lid of their 
 country till the corpse has been awak- 
 ened to a new li!e, and a life that will 
 deal in vengeance most terrible if the 
 murderous dance be not stopped at 
 once ; they have draped the land in 
 mourning, populated deep graveyards, 
 made prostitutes, piled billions of taxes 
 upon the workingtr.e.i, filled the pock- 
 ets of rich men with bonds exempt 
 
 from taxation, and now flaunt the 
 sciieme of their cowardly insolence in 
 the face of a people that fought while 
 our rulers rioted in drunkenness, that 
 died on battlefields while our rulers 
 were stuffing ballot-boxes in the North 1 
 Let these crimes, and others we have 
 not room to mention, be chaignd liome 
 upon the element now at war with the 
 President, and upon the honest indus- 
 try of the country North and South. 
 Democrats have not broken laws, ig- 
 nored oaths of office, and made a sieve 
 of the Constitution, through which to 
 thrust negroes, political generals, ar- 
 my contracts and dishonest legisla- 
 tion I Denifjcrats have made no war 
 upon the Constitution, nor have they 
 told smutty stories in the White House 
 over the withering victims of Aboli- 
 tion hate, while the vultures of deso- 
 lation were howling and flapping their 
 wings over the country red with 
 blooil, broken hearted and stuggering 
 with grief. Let those things be charg- 
 ed home to those who rode into power 
 shouting iree speech, free press, free 
 Kansas, a free people — retrenchment 
 and relorm 1 How about free speech, 
 and a iree press, and a free people ? 
 And how do yon like the arithn.cti- 
 cal illustrations of ihe Black Republi- 
 can retrenchment and reform ? B ack 
 Republicanism forcel us into a war to 
 free negroes from happy slavery, and 
 let them rot in military camps, or be 
 pensioners upon us by enormous taxa- 
 tion. The negroes arc worse off to- 
 day than ever before. The country is 
 worse off to-day than it was ever be- 
 fore. Our debts are a thousand times 
 greater than ever before. Our ability 
 lo pay is less tiian ever before. There 
 arc more mourning and wickedness in 
 the land now than ever b:fore. How 
 
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 do you like the working' of Abolition- 
 ism ? Answer and tell us, ye once 
 happy and prosperous workingincn, 
 to whom we are now talkinjj through 
 the pen. Tell us farmers, meclianics, 
 son of the forest, men of toi!, and bro- 
 ther victims of this great God and mo- 
 rality party, which did so much good 
 in theory, so much evil in practice. 
 Charge these truths home. We have 
 charged them home for the last four 
 years. 
 
 We have defied their mobs, sneered 
 at their proscriptio"JS, walked unharm- 
 ed through attempts at assassination, 
 held aloft the banner of Democracy, 
 and gathered javelins to hurl in the 
 face ot our common enemies till the 
 last tyrant, or apologist for tyranny 
 and wrong, shall be driven from pow- 
 er. God hates cowards 1 Wc have 
 the right on our side ; we have law, 
 justice;, equal rights, and the record ot 
 honest acts. What more incentire do 
 we need ? If these are not sufficient, 
 look ahead to the millions who will 
 b'ess IS for wresting the sword from 
 the hands of those who murder inno- 
 cents. Open wide the gates of the 
 Republic — open the doors of Democra- 
 cy. Ilang out your glorious old ban- 
 ner of Democracy, Appeal to the peo- 
 ple. Defy your enemies. 
 
 Stand like men of nerve in defence 
 of ou'.- liberty, and charge upon those 
 wl o will not forsake the error of their 
 ways the truths of the history they 
 have written in blood, and pinned up 
 with the bayonet I This is no time for 
 abject crawling to kiss the foot of 
 usurped power. The future is to be 
 bright, united and happy, or dark, 
 tiloody and terrible, as we choose. If 
 Democracy, in the great strnggle now 
 upon U8, IS successful, the country is 
 
 saved ; if not, we must wade to our ir^ 
 hcritance through blood here in the 
 North, and the scenes of the past will 
 soon be re-enacted at our own doors. 
 
 A FEW WORDS WITH YOUNG 
 
 MEN. 
 Young man. 
 
 Where do you stand politically, and 
 why do you stand there ? 
 
 A young friend of ours in Indiana 
 wants us to tell him why we are a 
 Democrat, and we will try to tell bira 
 and others, in plain, simple hiiiguage. 
 
 Democracy' means " the voice of the 
 people" — vox populi. It has been said 
 Vox Populi Vox Dei. " The voice of 
 the People is the voice of God 1" 
 
 We believe the people are capable 
 of governing themselves. 
 
 We believe a confederation of States, 
 a union of kingdoms, where every man 
 is a monarch, to be the best plan of 
 government ever yd devised, or that 
 ever will be, for in that confederation 
 the people speak — God speaks. 
 
 We believe in giving every State of 
 the Union the absolute right to regu- 
 late its own affairs, to say who shall 
 vote and who shall not ; what rates of 
 interest, taxation, &c., it will adopt, 
 and who shall be citizens, so long as 
 such State shall give aid to her sister 
 States, and give her voice for the good 
 ol the Union. 
 
 And we believe it is nut the business 
 of one State to meddle with the affairs 
 of another, for each State is a govern- 
 ment and of itself. 
 
 We believe in equal taxation. 
 
 We believe in economy in public af. 
 fairs. 
 
 We believe in electing statesmen, 
 men of brave and comprehensive; views 
 to high positions, and in leav.ng .u.,"b- 
 
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 scu'-ity those who are but clowns, rob- 
 bers, or simply low wits 1 
 
 We believe white men should gov- 
 ern white men ; that white men should 
 not be compelled to support negroes. 
 
 That the rich should pay taxes on 
 their millions of United Spates bonds 
 now exempt Irom taxation, at the same 
 rate as the poor man is taxed for his 
 cow, his horse, his farm, and earnings. 
 
 We believe in God, in God's religion, 
 in broad and liberal views of national 
 matters — in Democracy. 
 
 We do not believe in Puritanism. 
 
 We do not believe in the religion 
 which stirs up hate, strile and discord. 
 
 We do vot believe in teaching States 
 and people of a common brotlierhood 
 to hate and war upon each othei'. 
 
 We do not believe in Congressional 
 interference with the rights of States. 
 
 We do not beliove it right. Constitu- 
 tional, or just, to make United States 
 bonds exempt from taxation, and make 
 poor men who have taxes to pay sup- 
 port the rich ones who do not. 
 
 This countiy was once Democratic. 
 
 It was ruled by wise men. 
 
 It v.'as counseled by statesmen and 
 not by clowns and reckless adventu- 
 rers. 
 
 It grew to prosperity under Demo- 
 cratic administrations successively and 
 successfully administered. 
 
 It became a great nation of freemen, 
 a land where millions of people met 
 on a level, and where the poor came 
 to escape taxation, the oppressed to 
 find a home, the ignorant to be edu- 
 cated, the man of thought to enjoy the 
 Constitutional right to think and speak 
 as he pleased. 
 
 And this was, and is, and always 
 has been. Democracy. 
 
 In^the days of Democracy we had 
 
 peace, plenty and prosperity. Tli' 
 poor man came here ; the labor of liis 
 hands made him a home and a coiup • 
 tency. The foreigner came to our 
 shore with his household gods, was 
 welcome ; he had no sucli taxes to pay 
 as now ; lie cani'j here the . equal of 
 white men, and not a whit below any 
 man in nobility. 
 
 Tlie States were governments by 
 themselves, the mosaic of boundary 
 was the most beautiful in the world 
 the wheat field nodded to the rice, the 
 corn to the cotton, the northern pine 
 to the southern palmetto, tlie snow- 
 ball to the magnolia, and we were all 
 happy together. And when the labors 
 of the day were over, the fisherman of 
 New England and the farmer of the 
 West sat by their firesides and talked 
 of the greatness of our Union. And 
 the new comer from foreign shores ga- 
 thered at sundown his little ones about 
 him and told them legends of the won- 
 drous Faderland ; the dusky laborer of 
 the South, blessed with muscle, but 
 not with brains, sang and danced on 
 the plantation lawns, and Democracy ' 
 was, in the happiness of the people, 
 
 fully realized. 
 
 * . * « « • • 
 
 Then came the fife and drum. 
 
 To arms ! to arms 1 
 
 By the thousands, and the thousands, 
 and the thousands, our men went forth^ 
 A blue wave reaching from the Atlan- 
 tic to the Father of Waters. On foot 
 ar.d on horse ; musket and sabre, shot 
 and shell. The men from the pines are 
 now corpses under the palmettos. The 
 warriors from the wheat fields, the 
 corn fields and prairies, are sleeping in 
 the rice and cotton fields. The lovers 
 from the rose bush are at rest 'rieatii 
 the sod their life blood reddened under 
 
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29 
 
 the pale mag'nolia. The land is draped 
 iu mourning. Widows and orphans, 
 debt, poverty, unjust taxation, and 
 bigoted intolerance, now fill the land. 
 This is the work of Republicatiism. 
 We never saw these sights, we never 
 beard the whistling bullet, the shriek- 
 ing shell, the whirring rifled cannon 
 ball, the groans of the dead and dy- 
 ing, while the people were true to De- 
 mocrac}'. Democracy made the coun- 
 try ; Republicanism impoverished it ; 
 made widows of our women, corpses 
 and cripples of onr men, orphans of 
 our children, slaves of poor white men, 
 aristocrats of dishonest, selfish, ease- 
 loving bondholders. 
 
 The nation lias tried Democracy and 
 Republicanism, 
 
 We have tried statesmanship and 
 buffoonery. 
 
 We have tried wisdom and foolish- 
 ness. 
 
 Wc have tried justice and tyranny. 
 
 We have tried law and order, and 
 mobs and disorder. 
 
 We have tried minding our own 
 businsss, and interfering with that 
 which concerned us not. 
 
 We have tried peace and war. 
 
 We have tried low taxation and 
 high. 
 
 We have tried equal taxation and 
 Republican favoritism. 
 
 We have tried sense and infamy. 
 
 We have seen Democracy nurture 
 and build up the country. 
 
 CONCILIATION. 
 
 Once in a great while we hear a mild 
 Democrat talking of the necessity of 
 honied words and conciliation. And 
 once iu a while *' some man without a 
 mind" tells us that we would gain more 
 
 converts if we would not speak so 
 loud. 
 
 Why, bleos your easy temper 1 Has 
 not the Democratic party " conciliattMl" 
 for six years, till ashamed of itself? 
 When it lost its pluck it lost its power. 
 
 The American people love bravery. 
 God hates a coward. . We hate a cow- 
 ard. Who does not hate a coward ? 
 When the Abolition party proposed a 
 war against a large majority, as the 
 Democratic partj' then was, people en- 
 dorsed it for its bravery. 
 
 And people said Democrats must con- 
 ciliate. 
 
 For what ? 
 
 Conciliate who? 
 
 The Abolition scoundrels who now 
 sit like the nightmare on the breast of 
 Democracy, won their power by refus- 
 ing to conciliate. 
 
 And Democrats lost their strength 
 by being cowed down. 
 
 We have nothing to repent of except 
 conciliation. 
 
 How did Abolitionists conciliate the 
 people ? 
 
 How did the rail-splitting buffoon 
 conciliate ? 
 
 How did Seward, the devil of Ame- 
 rica, conciliate ? 
 
 And how did Stanton conciliate ? 
 
 And how did the loyal mobs, the red- 
 mouthed members of the God and-mo- 
 rality party, the stay-at-home patriots, 
 the lovers of the negro, the thieves, 
 upstarts, cowards, assassins, ignora- 
 muses, rowdies, and platter-brained 
 minions of a tyrant, who were once in 
 power as provost-marshals and depu- 
 ties, conciliate ? 
 
 They hung us to trees. 
 
 They touched little bells, and we 
 went to prison. 
 
 They beat our brains out with clubs. 
 
30 
 
 Tlicy ostracised us in business. 
 
 They prayed God to damn us here, 
 liencclortli and forever. 
 
 Tliey taught their children to hate 
 us ; they lied about us ; they slander- 
 ed us ; thoy stole from us ; they cheat- 
 ed us in drafts and quotas ; the}'' stole 
 <»ur bounty money ; thoy filled the 
 country with nigger paupors and bas- 
 tard children ; they shot at us ; they 
 hung us ; they pMlaged us ; they broke 
 us up and down in business ; they 
 taunted us with cowardice ; they called 
 us t<>adies, fools, traitors, cowards, and 
 God only knows what not ! 
 
 Conciliate ! 
 
 Play coward ; play baby ; play nice 
 little boy ; play mild gentleman in 
 Sunday suit. The ones who have 
 wronged, who have ruined the people, 
 are the ones to talk conciliation — not 
 the victims of wrong, of tyranny, of 
 injustice, persecution, fraud, and 
 clownish intolerance. 
 
 Who will we conciliate? 
 
 For what should we conciliate? 
 
 Had not the leading Democrats of 
 the nation lost their pluck, and stop- 
 ped to conciliate a few years since, 
 there would be no such work as now. 
 
 Had we demanded the rights but our 
 own, liad the two million Democrats of 
 the North stood on their muscle in 
 1861 and '62, and '63, and '64, there 
 would be more men and fewer corpses 
 in the land to-day 
 
 Nice time to conciliate, when a mur- 
 derer has the knile to jour heart, the 
 thief has both hands in your pocket, 
 the burglar has gained entrance to 
 your house ; when the seducer laughs 
 at his victim ; when the incendiary is 
 warming his hands and cooking his 
 
 meat by the fire he has kindled ; when 
 the assassin has attacked you on the 
 street ; when a mob is at your door ! 
 
 Thank God, we never tried the con- 
 ciliation dodge I When the mob came 
 we faced it ; when the men called us a 
 traitor, we slapped their faces ; when 
 cowards forsook us, we hold our own, 
 and kept the good old banner up where 
 we could see it at all events ! 
 
 What ! Two million able-bodied 
 victims talk of conciliation ? Shame, 
 shame, you patriots of America ! Who 
 arc you afraid of? Without your aid, 
 unless you hold still, it is impossible 
 to chain you. H" you will be willing 
 slaves, you may, but we will not. 
 
 Charge home upon the Radical trait- 
 ors, the Lincolnites, the Stantonites, 
 the mobites, the cowards, robbers, in- 
 sulters, cotton thieves, contract swin- 
 dlers, grave robbers, hospital plunder- 
 ers, nigger lovers, white men haters, 
 and Union separators, tl.e work they 
 have done. 
 
 We'd sooner conciliate the hj'cna 
 who has his nose in the graves of our 
 darlings, the wolf who has robbed us 
 of our lambs, the Butler who has stolen 
 our silver, the resurrectionist who has 
 snatched our wept one from the grave, 
 the tyrant who is strangling our in- 
 fant, the minion of power who poisons 
 those he dare not fight, and the viper 
 which is ready at all times to strike 
 his fangs into us, rather than with the 
 ones who lor hate, envy, spite, greed, 
 money, place, [lower and lust, have 
 broken into the temple and ravished 
 the goddess there sleeping, while wo, 
 her chosen defenders, were, coward- 
 like, talkiuo- of "conciliation." Let 
 those who do not fight go to the rear. 
 
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