Rensselaer Union, Volume 12, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 September 1879 — Powder and Shot. [ARTICLE]

Powder and Shot.

Con (filiation the backet. • 9 ■ uefy the hell-puked Amendments, and debar the African from voioe or vote in politics. Hlr—Up—karrsh tor old Yasool Though aoraly tirrd, Miaul 7 trs* ) God blow the Democrat* who daro To hoop tho old flag flying tberct j There ought to be a divorce between the North and the South as high as Heaven, as deep aa Hades and as wide as infinity itself. to Conservatism has had its day in Mississippi, and the dilapidated old thing has been sent to the jnnk-shop. Too much nig-nig-nigger did its biz., andt disgruntled it forever. Susan B. JAnthont has more brains under her sun-bonnet and more money in her purse than all the negroes in Chickasaw county put together and yet the Yankees won’t let her vote. The Democratic sneaknp of Yankeedom who stood by the Peace Party of that section in 1861-6, and who now proclaims that he was a Union man during the war, is simply a Mean, Slinking, Contemptible, Pusillanimous, Uncircumcised LlAß,—and that is all there is of it. It takes the Radicals ?of Yankeedom to nominate a Seducer for Mayor. (Vide, the case of Kalloch.) It takes the Radicals of Yankeedom to choose a Seducer for Chairman of a State convention. (Vide, the case of Conkling. The Kemper county trials are on, and there' will be no convictions, if the scales of Justice bold their horizontal swing and level. Chisolm was a fiend incarnate, and his innocent community suffered the most shameful crimes at his bloody and thieving hands, for years and years, before it freed itself of his presence by one fell and telling blow. Peace and safety and liberty have held sway in Kemper county since |the white sunlight no longer throws his baleful shadow athwart the paths of her honest, industrious and enlightened people. If any man is hanged for having helped to rid the world and time of the Ruffian Chisolm, that man wDI be a martyr, whos name will be cherished till freedom has perished.

When Jack Sherman, the Bx 7 Secretary of the Treasury, went up to Congress, he was poorer than Job’s traditional turkey-cock. When he went out of Congress he was more than a millionaire! Yet a paper wae recently received at this office that had the hardicheek to call him "Honest John Sherman” I! I How—are—you,—“Honest” ? Jack Sherman is simply a "slydevilish sly”—rascal, who has lived up to the precepts of Dame Lobkina in the .tale of Paul Clifford; for he "minds his "kittyism, and never steals, if any be in ‘T§® Fay; sticks to his sitivation, and "talks like a pious ’an; takes more by “insinivation than by blaster, case they "as swindles gets more and risks less "than as robs.” No man will ever be legally hanged for Seoession on this continent—never.—[Okolona States. •• • • Next time—if, unfortunately, the next time should come—mercy wul not be allowed to triumph over jnstiee.Cbicago InJber-Oeean. "Next time—if, unfortunately," the next tuns should come,” the black flag will be unfurled, and the Federal solvdiera will be toot down like the dogs that they are wherever found. There will be no quarter. It will be war to the knife and the knife through the heart

You had better stay at home "next time—if, unfortunately, the next time should come,” for "mercy will not be allowed to triumph over justice.” Marie what we tell you now, yon boastful booby. As is perfectly natural it fails to represent Mr. Lfoeolo in tho Scotch skull -cap and the other portions of the remarkable disguise in which he sneaked into Washington, And which created soeh disgust for him in the minds of the reputable men of hta party.—(Alexandria (Va.) Gazette. \ "0, no, they never speak of that f” But the fact ought to be flung in the teeth of the truculent Yankees whenever they mention the Mnrder-hearted Monster of the Sangamon Swamps. He was a coward, — Cruel as he was cowardly,— Criminal as he was cruel, And, take him all-in-all, be waa the moat indecent and in famous character that ever played a part before the footlights of history. His carcass ought to have been dragged through dirt, filth and Slime to the stake, swung np by the heels, and burned to a crisp. / If this performance had taken plaee in the Year of onr Lord, 1861, it would have saved a million lives and untold treasure. ,

There is no use trying to conciliate such scoundrels. As well try to conciliate lurking snakes or infuriated tigers. It is time for the government and the people of the North to realize what manner of men they (the Mississippians) are. —lndianapolis (Ind.) Journal. Who wants to conciliate nsf We wouldn’t have your friendship and fair speech in your present state of mind. Toss your infernal old olive branch into the consuming fire. Yonr touch has polluted it forever. There is one way, and one way only to bridge the bloody chasm. This; Go straightway and 1 strangle yonr Grants, Shermans and Butlers; Then down, down, DOWN, flat on your faces, and beg and pray and implore the forgiveness of our people. This, and only this can secure conciliation. , A SPEECH FOR SAMBO. d V Back, Sambo, from the ballot-box t you are not wanted here, — Away onto the ootton-fleld, and pick it clean and clear! Yon were not meant for public life. They tried you at that trade. And blood and theft and rain was tb« record that you made, Until yonr lords and masters swore by the great God on high That they would rale this lovely land, or know the reason why. And by a Help divine they drove you out ox j>owor and plaee, And proved that Heaven itself bad made of them the Master Raoe. The power they bold will be transferred from father onto son, While grasses grow and breeus blow and riven seaward ran. This to a lesson you moat learn—we teach it plump and plain: Voxs till the Pay or Doom shall crack. An you will vom-ni vain, Before ws will submit again onto your heathen horde The toroh shall blase, the musket oraek, and ' flash the fearless sword. So, bask onto the ootton-fleld I Bade, Sambo, to yonr place! The seal end signet es high Hesyea makes yours the Servant Base. The grand, old Historian of Mississippi, Col. J. F. H. Claiborne, whose name is known and honored at every fireside in the Great Southwest, sends ns the following; Natchez, Miss., Sept 4, 1879.] Messrs. Harper A Kernao:—Accept my thanks for "Southland,” and the kind words that companion it The Poem is splendid. In a literary point of view, for beauty and originality, for felicity of exuression, for rhythm, color and emotiom, it has never been surpassed. It is an inspiration, and the divine afflatus breathes in every line. It sounds like an Alpine horn. It stirs the soul like a clarion.in the clangor and tamolt of battle, it inspires one with new courage and sterner resolutions. It ria the chaunt of the martyr who calmly marches to the seaffold to die for Liberty. I shall ever take an interest in the anthor of "Southland.” I wish he was in a position to cultivate the brilliant poetic gift with which he has been endowed. It appears he is a native of Ohio. 8o waa Gen. Charles Clark. They are not the, less as good Southerners as Col. A. Y. Harper and myself. Truly,.Yours, J. F. H/ Claiborne. • - mmmmmtmmrn Secession is not, never was, and never will be treason.—[Okolona State*. * * * * The truculent editors of the Okolona "States” may as walk realise the fast bow, and better thaw later, that the last resort of "the last rsaortris death by banging. There will be no its orands about it when the time comes,

and the aforesaid editors are doing all in their power to make it oome.-{Chicago Inter-Ocean. Ia the name of the Prophet wool Do you think, Mr. Inter-Ocean, that we care a broken barley-straw for yonr threats! Do you? Do you think that we are to be cowered and crowded back from onr high resolve by your hints of a rope and scaffold? Do you? We tell you, sirrah, that if the South should walk out of the Union to-day, and you shoald drag her back to-mor-row, yon wouldn’t dare hang a solitary Secessionist. The Bouth would snap her Angers in your Yankee faces, precisely as she did in 1865, and defy you to bring her warriors and statesmen to trial, - And you would sneak out of it again, as you did before, with ytfur heads down, and your tails between your legs. You know and we know that the law and touts are all on our side in this matter of Secession, and you know and we know that yon can never, never, NEVER convict men for defending their rights, their altars, their firesides and the graves and household gods of their families. Try it! Try it, we say, and see.