Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 30, Decatur, Adams County, 1 November 1867 — Page 1

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ATTORNEYS. JAB. C. BRANYAN. HOMER J. RANSOM BRANYAN & RANSOM, Attorneys at Law, Claim & Insurance Agents. Also, Notaries Public. DECATUR, INDIANA, References.—Hon. John V. Fetitt, Wabash, Ind., Wm. H. Trammel, Esq., Hon. J. R. Coffroth, First National Bank, Capt. U. D. Cole, Huntington, Ind., Hon. H. B. Sayler, In lianapolis, Ind. ®3TJ.C. Branyan is Deputy Prosecut inc A ttorrvey. vllnlOtf. D. D. HELI.IIK, Attorney at Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice his profession anywhere in Indiana or Ohio. OFFICE.—With Dr. Sorg, over Spencer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. vl On 521 f. JAMES K. 8080, -Attorney at Law, -A.ixrx> Pension & Bounty Agent, DECATUUR, INDIANA. Draws Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Lands, pays Taxes, and collects Bounties and Pensio-s. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor’s Office- vlOnGtf. studabaker, -Attorney at Law, -A-ZNTTJ Claim & Real Estate Agent, DECA TUR, INDIA NA. Will practice law in Adams and adjoining counties; secure Pensions and other claims against the Government; buy and sell Real Estate; examine titles and pay saves, nnd other business pertaiuing to Reni Estate Agency. He is also a Notary Public, and is prepared to draw Deeds, Mortgages and other instrumentsbf writing. vlOnlltf. REAL ESTATS ACENTS. JAMES !?. 8080, r LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT. DECATUR. INDIANA, IZY/y/y ACRES of good farming ,V x *V bind. S' veral Town Lots, nnd a large quantity of wild land for sale. Ts you want to buy a good farm or wild land he will sell it -to vou. Ts vou wont your land sold he will sell it for you. Fo sale, no charge. vlOnfitf

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THIS OLD HAT. Before this hat was mads King George was on the throne, Our Fathers all were rebels then, And fought with Washington; The Tories cheered for old King George The Revolution through; And bragged about their loyalty, Ere this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, The sons of that base crowd Revived the cry of “Loyalty,” And bellowed it aloud; The Government our Fathers made For *hem would never do; And they have torn its bulwarks down Since this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, There was no Public Debt, No greenbacks took the place of gold, No millionaire had yet His pile of Seven-Thirties made, On which no tax was due; But each man fairly paid his tax, When this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, Elections still were free, And every man was thought to have A right to liberty Arrests were made by course of law, Trials were speedytoo, And Seward rang no little bell, When this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, This land was in its prime; Miscegenation was untaught! In all this happy clime; And white folks then weretho’t as good As Sambo, Cuff, or Sue; But things have sadly changed about Since this old hat was new. Wl.cn this old hat was new, The poor white man was free, And every year a bran new boy Could daddle on his knee; But now for every child he has He's taxed till all is blue; But things; I tell you, were not so When this old hat was new.

When this old hat was new, Gold dollars did abound, And not a stamp in all the land Could anywhere be found; But now you scarce can kiss your wife Unless you stamp her too; But things, I tell you, were not so When this old hat was new. Th« East Council-Board of tiic Southern Confederacy. Edward A. Pollard contributes to the Southern Home Journal, a new literary paper, just started at Baltim.ore, an article on the “Last Council-Board of the Southern Confederacy,” from which -we select the following: The fall of Richmond was the fatal event of the Confederacy. The black banner which the smoke from its conflagration set in the sky, signalled from the Potmac to the Mississippi the end of the war, the despair and submission of the South. It was under that sign that the army of General Lee commenced its toilsome retreat, and the train of officials set out to find some theatre of the war beyond Virginia, some remnant of a government, the annihilation of which they had not yet fully realized.— We said that in these last painful days of the Confederacy there was but little of dramatic scene to highten and adorn the last act of the tragedy. No grand catastrophe mounted the stage. A tattered and traveled-stained army moved through the woods and on blind roads with straggling, distressed trains, its march dotted with dead and famishing soldiers, until broken down by toil and hunger, it quietly surrendered, and, with a mere instrument of writing, laid down its arms at Appomattox Court House. Richmond had been deserted without a conference ; there had been no final scene at the council-board, no high debate, no official speech or inspiration that could properly mark the great higtorical interest of the event. It was a vulgar tumult to which the Confederate capitol had been abandoned. Tame and unworthy were the last days as an empire whose prowess had once challenged the admiration of the world, whose arms had twice penetratecHhe enemy's country, whose

two hundred cannon had bellowed for peace on the hieghts of Gettysburg, whose camp-fires had more than once been lighted in the very foreground of Washington. But in this poverty of scenery and incident in which the Southern Confederacy perished, there was yet one remarkable interview or council which has heretofore been lost to the current and popular histories of war—a scene which though taking place in a small and obscure theatre, vailed from public knogledge, is of intense dramatic interest, and is likely yet to furnish the last illuminated page to some artistic historian of the war, who like Macaulay shall produce the very images of the past along with the record of events. It was the last interview, the last conference of Jefferson Davis and his officers. It took place in a little town in South Carolina ; it was known only to the few men who assembled there with their fugitive chief; yet it was properly the last scene of the war’s great drama. It had a dignity that had not yet appeared in the final chapter of misfortune, and it is memorable alike for its artistic effects and its historical importance. The ex President of the Confederacy had issued at Danville, Virginia, an ingenious and sanguine proclamation, which possibly might have aroused his countrymen to further efiorts in the war, had not the effusion been checked by the news of General Lee’s surrender. This event appeared to determine the last hopes of the Southern people, to convince them that further prosecutions of the war was useless, and even criminal in a fruitless consumption of human life- Not so with Mr. Davis. He was remarkable for a sanguine temperament; he had that disposition at once imperious and weak, which, demanding that all things must be as it wishes, believes them so; and what the world thought the swollen boasts of a desperate and falling leader were really the sincere illusions of a proud man who never, indeed, fully realized the extremity of his cause until “the iron entered his soul” in the casemates of Fortress Monroe. — In his strangely deliberate and leisurely retreat through the Carolinas, he had not appeared for a moment to realize that he was a fugative, and he looked with com placency upon the dissolved fragments of the army that had gathered on the line of his flight, and pursued it with a vague and uncertain design. An officer who was constantly in his company in what might bethought days of anguish and despair to the fallen chief testifies: “Air. Davis was apparently untouched by any of the demoralization wich prevailed—he was affable, dignified, and looked, the very personification of high and undaunted courage.” He yet persisted that the cause was not lost, although Lee had surrendered although Johnston had furled his banners without a battle, and although alt that was visible of the great armies that had stood from Richmond to Augusta, on the dominant lines of the war, were the less than one thousand soldier’s fragments of brigades that assembled around him at Abbeville, South Carolina, when he paused there for a final council with his Generals.

There is something curious, even painful, in this delusion, yet admirable and sublime. The exPresident refused to read the word “failure,” which the public had pronounced against him, and which he might have seen written in the faces of the slouched and dispirted soldiers who yet attended him. His glittering eye was not yet quenched; his slackened nerves were strung up with a new resolution and hope; he was practising that most difficult art of life, which maintains even manners in sudden adversity, and with the trained gambler's steady challenge,

coolly and deliberately tries the last resource of fortune. But even that last resource was denied him. Fortune had no more stakes for him; and with the sharp pain of the gamester, who prepares for the last chance, and then finds he has miscounted, and has not means even to try that, the man who had bargained for empire, and played with the destines of whole communities suddenly found himself without a single soldier at his command, and a hunted fugtiive in peril of his life! In the little town of Abbeville Mr. Davis summoned his officers to council; he was determined to try their resolution, and anxious to ascertain the spirit of their men. The only full Generals who yet attended him were Bragg, his “military adviser,” and Breckenridge lately Secretary of War. There were five brigade commanders present at the conference. To this small but important audience Air. Davis addressed himself with all the powers of his wonderful and subtile intellect. The old, imperious look was yet in his worn face; the eye, transfixed with neuralgic pain, with its deep recess of light shone steady and defiant; the thin visage was illuminated by the active mind and shone with the animated discourse. He spoke in the even, silvery tones of his accustomed eloquence; one of the greatest orators of modern times, excelling in the powers of statement or narration, ingenious even to sophistry, joining winning manner to words culled from the choicest resources of language, he now tried all his powers in this critical opportunity. He declared that the country was only suffering from violent surprises and an exaggerated alarm; its resolution would soon be erect again; the present condition was that of panic, and patriotism would soon be aroused when it heard the commanding and reassuring tones of authority, He insisted that the war was not hopeless. The armies could be re assembled, and there would be new calls for enlistments and new incentive to the. country’s service. He said that even the few hundred men he yet counted around him were enough to prolong the war until the panic had passed away, and they would then be a nucleus for thousands more. He urged his officers to accept his views, and annimate their men to stand to the good cause, whose honor they had so long maintained, and whose last hopes they now carried on their bayonets. His auditors were silent. At lenth they spoke, one by one, each brigade commander stating the condition and temper of his men, and declaring his views of the situation. It was a plain, unanimous judgement; war could not succeed and should not be prolonged; they could not ask their men to struggle against a fate which was inevitable, and forfeit all hopes of restoration to their homes and friends; but they would insist that their honor was involved in securing the escape of Air. Davis, and for the accomplishment of this object they would risk battle and put off submission to the last moment.

“No, no!” exclaimed the unhappy chief in passionate accents, “I will hear of no plan which has for its object only my safety.” Then speaking slowly and bitterly, with a deep and fearful change setting on his countenance, he said: “All hope is gone! Alas, that I should see the day when all the friends of the South are prepared to consent to her degradation.” He faltered, and sat down in silence; every one in the room respected him too much to reply. Presently, without even a gesture of courteous retirement, without any acknowledgment of the company whatever, he rose to leave the room; and it was observed

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that he had lost his erect carriage and defiant port A weight of years appeared to have suddenly fallen on the striken sufferer. The eyes were uneasy in the pale, pinched face; and so uncertain and tottering was his step that General Breckenridge moved to his side, and, giving him his arm, supportdhim from the room. Not a word was spoken. It is a true and delicate philosopher, who, exploring a scene of despair, says: “The sentiment that attends the sudden revelation that all is lost is silently gathered up into the heart. It is too deep for gestures or for words. The voice perishes, the gestures are frozen, and the spirit of man flies back upon its own centre.” The Horae—His Memory and Sagacity. An aged and venerable friend, residing in one of the cities on our Eastern seaboard, a gentleman of character and worth, once related to me the following anec dote of the horse, illustrating in a remarkable manner, the sagacity and memory of this animal: At the close of the revolutionary war, when everything was unsettled and in disorder, an acquaintance residing on the Boston road, some thirty or forty miles from New York, lost a valuable young horse, stolen from his stable in the night. Great search and inquiry were made for him, but no tidings of him could be heard, and no trace of him could ever be discovered.

Almost six full years had now elapsed, and the recollection even, of the lost animal, had nearly faded from the mind. At this period a gentleman from the East, in the course of business, was traveling on horseback on this road, on his way to Philadelphia. When within four or five miles of a village on the road, the traveler was overtaken by a respectable looking gentleman on horseback, a resident of the village, returning home from a short business ride. Riding along suic by side they soon engaged in a pleasant desultory conversation. The gentleman was : immedately struck with the appearance of the traveler's horse. And every glance of the eye cast toward him seemed to excite an interest and curiosity to look at I him again, and to revivb a recollection of something he had seen before, and soon established in his mind the impression that Tor all the world he looked like the horse he had lost some six years ago. This soon became so irresistibly fixed in his mind that he remarked to the traveler: “You have a fine horse, sir.” “Yes,” he replied,” an exceedingly valuable and excellent animal.” “What is his age, sir ?”” “Well, I suppose him to be about ten or eleven years old.” “You did not raise him,then!” “No, I purchased him of a stranger, a traveler, nearly six years since.” “Do you reside in this part of the country?” “No, I reside in the Bay State, and am on my way to Philadelphia on buisness. How far is it to New York?” “Well, sir, I really regret to interrupt you, or put you to inconvenience but I am constrained to say, I believe you have in your possession a horse that I must claim.” The traveler looked with surprise and amazement, and replied: “What do you mean, sir ?” “I believe the horse you are on, in truth, belongs to me. Five years ago, the past autumn, a valuable young horse was stolen from my stable. Great search was made for him, but no tidings of him ever came to hand. In color, appearance and movements, it seems to me he was the exact counterpart of the horse you are on. It would be hardly possible, I think, for two to be so near alike. Byt my horse was an uncomonly in-

telligent, sagacious animal. And I will make a proposition to you that will place the matter in such a position that the result will be conclusive and satisfactory, I think, to both of us. We are now within a mile of my residence, which is on the road in the center of the village before us. When we arrive at my house, your horse shall be tied to the east post in front of my door—the horse I am on to the west post. After standing a short time, the bridle of your horse shall be taken off, and if he does not go to a pair of bars on the west side of the house, and pass over, and go around to the east side of the barn, and pull out a pin, and open the middle stable door and enter I will not claim him. If he does, I will furnish you conclusive evidence that he was bred by me, but never sold—that he was stolen from mejust at the conclusion of the war; about the very time you say you purchased him.” The traveler assented to ths trial. The horse was hitched to the post as proposed—stood a few minutes—the bridle was then taken off—he raised his head, pricked up his ears, looked up the street, then down the street several times —then deliberately and slowly walked past the horse and over the bars and to the stable door, as described, and with tooth and lip drew out the pin, and opened the door, and entered into his old stall. We hardly need to add, he was recognized by his neighbors, who fully attested to the facts stated by the claimant, and that the trav eler lost his title to the horse.

Tbelargcst City in the World. A very erroneous idea is indulged in by many people, in relation to the laagest city in the world; many confidently assert that London is far superior, both in size and the number of its inhabitants. But such is not the case. Jeddo, the capital of Japan, is without exception, the largest and most populous city in the world. It contains the vast number of 1,0.00,000 dwellings, and 5,000,000 of human souls. Many of the streets are nineteen japansserles in length, which is equivalent tt> twenty-two English miles. The commerce of Jeddo far exceeds that of any other city in the world, and the sea • along the coast is constantly white with sails of ships. Their vessels sail to the southern portion of the Empire, where they are laden with rice, tea, seacoal, tobacco, silk, cotton and tropical fruits, all of which can find ready market in the north, and then return freighted with corn, salt, isinglass, and various other products which have a market in the south. A merchant in Northampton, Massachusetts, having been called from home by telegrams from distant points, which would require all night’s absence from home, has been unable to find his correspondent on such occasions. Receiv- ’ ing a similar telegram one day last week, he pretended to go, but unexpectedly returned at night and found his wife enjoying the society of a neighboring business man. Broad street in Philedelphia, is eleven miles and a half long, in one straight line, and one hundred and fifteen feet wide, extending from League Island, on the Delaware river, to the northern boundry of present city limits. At its present rate of improvement, it will only require a few years to make it one of the finest thoroughfares in the world. do you drive such a pitiful looking carcass as that? Why don't you put a heavier coat of flesh on him?” said a traveler to an Irish car driver. “A heavier coat of flesh! By the powers, the poor creature can hardly carry what little there is on him now The New York Citizen says: “Hereafter, we shall have to be careful not only who are our presidents, but also who are their wives. The tail feathers of the eagle must not be bedraggled.” George Francis Train says he has a “Bohemian pool” of 8500,000 in gold which he intends to keep for a future dividend among thenecdy professors of journalism.