and almost bowed down with unparalleled burdens and cares,―nobly, heroically, and successfully battling with a nation's financial troubles ? "Will you hear it, Secretary Stanton, while a million loyal men stand ready to pour out their heart's blood to save us? "Will you hear it, Secretary Welles, and spread every canvass, man every gun, and use every effort to gain for yourself and our matchless navy fresh glory and honour? "Will you hear it, Secretary Bates. and boldly and speedily act in behalf of thousands of Union men in peril of life and property all through the South, and especially in your own liberty-seeking, rebelhating state? "Will you hear it, Secretary Blair, from whom we have a right to expect an open ear when so much is threatened and may be lost for ever? "Will you hear it, Secretary Smith, from whose home on the priaries thrice ten thousand hearts are now crying for a nation's salvation? "Will you, Generals-in-Chief, hear it, and stop fault-finding? Will you admit, as an experiment, that there are several other places in the country beside West Point? Will you go anywhere as directed? Will you fight in front, and not ten miles in the rear of your army? Don't, for once, be afraid of hurting the rebels, who have already cost us a quarter of a million of precious lives. Leave your dignity and your importance for some more appropriate place than the battle-field. and be quite willing, we pray you, that one or two other generals should do a little of something for our country as well as yourselves. "Will the army hear it? Yes, we know they will, for they are already ahead of the Government, ahead of their generals, and would be ahead of the rebels, if they were permitted the opportunity. The great heart of the nation cries out, Put down the rebellion ! Crush the enemy. Stop the Save us from bankruptcy.” wasting of lives. The war, therefore, which was considered a military necessity, by the religious war crusaders, to subjugate the South in order to destroy slavery,by commercial men in the North to keep the trade of the South in their own hands, and to promote their own agrandizement, and by the Unionists from a false pride and love of country to support their tottering idol, which the Rev. Newman Hall says, "slavery has broken up,"-this insane and bloody war is now "necessary," says Beecher in the above, "war manifestoes," or " they will rapidly float into the depths of bankruptcy." At the commencement of the "War Crisis,” our religious war enthusiasts turned to our Negro-hating Moses, in the person of President Lincoln, and in "strange rhythmical chant" sung the Psalms of what was to be the new "modern exodus," combining the barbaric fire of the Marsellaise with the religious fervour of the old Hebrew prophet"-fire which was to nerve Lincoln, our modern Moses, for the duties of his mission, and turn him into a grand heroic personage, but to send terror into the heart of the slave-holding Pharaoh, Jeff. Davis. Hence they sung "Oh, go down Moses, Way down into Egypt's land! Tell king Pharaoh To let my people go! Stand away dere, Stand away dere, And let my people go! "Oh, Pharaoh, said he, would go 'cross! Let my people go ! Oh! Pharaoh and his hosts were lost! You may hinder me here, But me can't go up dere, "Oh, Moses, stretch your hand across! Let my people go! And don't get lost in the wilderness Let my people go. He sits in de heavens, And answers prayers, Let my people go!" What a ridiculous farce to compare such a man as Lincoln to Moses! During the progress of the war our modern Moses Lincoln, so called, has not dared to go down into (Egypt) the South, but what has been more con genial to himself, he has sent his multitudinous hosts, not in the way of merciful interposition to the slave, but with ineradicable hate and implacable vengeance to annihilate (Pharaoh) Jeff. Davis and his minions. The Rev. Henry Ward Beecher was so elated with the advance of our modern Moses Lincoln's “Israelitish army," that he predicted Pharaoh and his hosts, in the persons of Jeff Davis and his armies, on their advance to meet it, "would be chucked into the Red Sea by God." But as the miracle was withheld that was to annihilate them, vast numbers of the Northern Israelitish army so called, got chucked into the Red Sea at Bull's Run, on the banks of the Chicahominy, at Fredericksburg, Vicksburg, and other places. But as the above disasters were traced to the mutable counsels of cunning men, weaving politicians and fault-finding generals, who fought ten miles in the rear of the army, a great and immutable principle was to be struck, which would bring up every general, officer, and private to the post of duty amongst the Northern Israelites, armed with the triple armour of a just cause, and lead them with feelings of unbounded transport and joy to annihilate their enemies, repair the mischiefs of slavery, and introduce the reign of universal liberty. On the 22d of September 1862 an intimation was given by our "modern Moses" Lincoln, that this great immutable principle was to be announced; and that on the 1st January 1863, he would be the porter to open the way to it-the instrument to lift the silver trumpet of liberty, whose blast, said Beecher, "would roll through the forest, sweep along the mountain side, spread wide. over the priaries, be heard on the hither and thither ocean, causing the waves of the Pacific and the Atlantic to lift themselves up and sound together their notes of gladness." In a word, it was to sweep across the Atlantic, be hailed with acclamation in this liberty-loving country, cause triumphal arches to be erected in honour of the event, produce the merry peals of bells, light up bonfires on every hilltop, and bring together monster crowds in every town and village to celebrate with gladness such a boon to humanity. The 1st of January 1863 has come, and instead of a world's jubilee there is a worid's scorn; for instead of striking the rock of great and immutable principles with his pronunciamento, he has only opened up a new and more powerful explosion of the war passion, inaugurated a new era of disaster and strife, split up his own minions into factions, and helped to accelerate his own doom with that of the country he so miserably represents. O what a mockery in our "modern Moses" to confer freedom where he has no power, and confirm slavery where he has power; to say to the loyal slaveholder, your slaves shall be preserved as a reward of your loyalty, whilst to the disloyal slave |