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CEDAR MOUNTAIN.—AUGUST 9, 1862.
IT was a rare good fortune to our
arms,
That when the flushed foe through
the mountains poured,
He found there by the lashing
river ford
One whose calm soul was stranger
to alarms.
Serene amid the conflict's fiery
harms;
Master of fate; of his own spirit
lord:
Like that stout knight on whose
firm mail the sword Clashed, shivering, glanced, nor burst the faery charms. An
IRON MAN! in happier days that name
Hailed him the peaceful champion
of the North:
And now the faithful years have
blazoned forth
Its splendid prophecy in the
battle's flame.
Twice-fortunate brow, where,
grandly darkening down,
The warrior-laurel shades the
civic crown!
II.
PORT HUDSON.—JULY 9, 1863.
Again thy name the listening
nation thrills!
Victory, won with war's
importunate roar,
Crowns thy rough wooing by the
Western shore,
As once amid Virginia's breezy
hills.
The mighty thunder of thy triumph
fills
The guilty South; its stealthy
echoes pour
Through treason-haunted regions,
evermore
Waking wild whispers, and the
nameless ills
Of bondage wasting with the
potent light
Of hope; for slavery
death-stricken lies
Where the vague fame of thy black
warriors flies.
The bloody shapes that troubled
the dread night
Of woe and war fade as the dawn
grows bright,
And day comes flushing up the
tranquil skies.
HARPER'S WEEKLY.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 1, 1863.
THE RIOTS.
WHEN we wrote last week the New
York riots had but just commenced, and there was some doubt how far they might
extend and where they might culminate. They are now, to all outward appearance,
substantially over. We see no reason, however, to alter the opinions expressed
in our last issue. The outbreak was the natural consequence of pernicious
teachings widely scattered among the ignorant and excitable populace of a great
city; and the only possible mode of dealing with it was stern and bloody
repression. Had the mob been assailed with grape and canister on Monday, when
the first disturbance took place, it would have been a saving of life and
property. Had the resistance been more general, and the bloodshed more profuse
than it was, on Thursday, the city would have enjoyed a longer term of peace and
tranquillity than we can now count upon.
It is about as idle now to argue
the question of the $300 clause in the Conscription Act as it is to debate the
abstract right of secession. Before Monday night the riot had got far beyond the
question of the draft. Within an hour after the destruction of the
Provost-Marshal's office the rioters had forgotten all about the $300 question,
and were engrossed with villainous projects of murder, arson, and pillage. It
was not in order to avoid the draft that the colored orphan asylum was burnt;
that private houses were sacked; that inoffensive colored persons were beaten,
mutilated, and murdered; that Brooks's clothing establishment and a score of
other smaller stores were pillaged; that private citizens were robbed in open
daylight in the public streets, beaten and maimed; that the metropolis of the
country was kept for nearly a week in a state of agonizing terror and suspense.
For these outrages the draft was merely the pretext; the cause was the natural
turbulence of a heterogeneous populace, aggravated by the base teachings of
despicable politicians and their newspaper organs.
Some newspapers dwell upon the
fact that the rioters were uniformly Irish, and hence argue that our trouble
arises from the perversity of the Irish race. But how do these theorists explain
the fact that riots precisely similar to that of last week have occurred within
our time at Paris, Madrid, Naples, Rome, Berlin, and Vienna; and that the Lord
George Gordon riots in London, before our time, far surpassed our New York riot
in every circumstance of atrocity? Turbulence is no exclusive attribute of the
Irish character: it is common to all mobs in all countries. It happens in this
city that, in our working classes, the Irish element largely preponderates over
all others, and if the populace acts as a populace Irishmen are naturally
prominent therein. It happens, also, that, from the limited opportunities which
the Irish enjoy for education in their own country, they are more easily misled
by knaves, and made the tools of politicians, when they come here, than Germans
or men of other races. The impulsiveness of the Celt, likewise, prompts him to
be foremost in every outburst, whether for a good or for an evil purpose. But it
must be remembered, in palliation of the disgrace which, as Archbishop Hughes
says, the riots of last week have heaped upon the Irish name, that in many wards
of the city the Irish were during the late riot stanch friends of law and order;
that Irishmen helped to rescue the colored orphans in the asylum from the hands
of the rioters; that a large proportion
of the police, who behaved
throughout the riot with the most exemplary gallantry, are Irishmen; that the
Roman Catholic priesthood to a man used their influence on the side of the law;
and that perhaps the most scathing rebuke administered to the riot was written
by an Irishman—JAMES T. BRADY.
It is important that this riot
should teach us something more useful than a revival of Know-Nothing prejudices.
We ought to learn from it —what we should have known before, but communities
like individuals learn nothing except from experience—that riots are the natural
and inevitable diseases of great cities, epidemics, like small-pox and cholera,
which must be treated scientifically, upon logical principles, and with the
light of large experience. In old cities where the authorities know how to treat
riots, and resort at once to grape and canister, they never occur twice in a
generation, one lesson being sufficient for the most hot-blooded rioter; in
other places, where less vigorous counsels prevail, the disease is checked and
covered up for a time, but breaks out afresh at intervals of a few months or
years. The secret is, of course, that by the former method, the populace are
thoroughly imbued with a conviction of the power of the authorities, and of
their ability and determination to crush a riot at any cost—a lesson remembered
through life; while in the latter case, the half-quelled rioters are allowed to
go home with a sort of feeling that they may after all be the stronger party,
and the Government the weaker. Hence it is that while the baton is the proper
weapon of the policeman in times of peace and order, the rifle and the howitzer
are the only merciful weapons in times of riot.
It is very essential, in
suppressing a riot, that the rioters should have no excuse for accusing their
opponents of being in any way foreigners or strangers. If it had been true, as
was falsely stated during the recent riot, that the issue was between "the
people" and "United States soldiers," the rioters would have fought with more
ferocity than they did, knowing that their opponents were "the people" like
themselves. It would have a bad effect, as every one can see, to send for troops
from New England or Pennsylvania to put down a riot in New York. But if we are
to put down our own riots, citizens interested in the preservation of peace and
order must be willing to tender their services. It is due to truth to say that
the citizens of New York showed very little alacrity in responding to the call
of the Mayor and Governor for volunteers to suppress the late riot. Of 400
muskets which lay idle at the armory of the 37th regiment, only 80 found men to
carry them, though urgent appeals for men were made by the authorities and the
officers of the regiment. We can never expect to keep the peace unless we are
prepared—one and all of us—to turn out in cases of emergency, and fight.
It is just possible that further
disturbances may occur. That the draft will be enforced, at any cost, in the
city of New York as in other parts of the country, is obvious enough. The Common
Council may possibly pay the $300 for poor men who are drafted; though the right
of the city to do so is doubted by many, and the disbursement of the money would
inevitably give rise to gross frauds. But with this the Government has nothing
to do. It is the business of the Government, in the first place, to carry out
the laws, in New York as elsewhere; and secondly, to preserve the Union, which
can not be done without a draft to fill up the depleted ranks of the army. There
are many ways in which mechanics and laborers can, by combining together, insure
each other against the draft without breaking the laws. If they choose to
proceed thus they will have the aid of every man who has money to spare. But if
there is to be any more burning and sacking of houses, and murdering of
negroes—any more attempts to set up the populace of New York above the law—the
consequences will be so terrible that mothers will relate the tale to their
children with a shudder for years and years to come.
THE LOUNGER.
"THE PEOPLE."
DURING the raging of the riot
there was a constant attempt upon the part of certain newspapers to represent
the rioters as "the people." The heading of one of the earliest bulletins of the
proceedings of the riot which was burning and sacking the property of private
citizens and buildings of public charity, was "Procession of the People!" The
firing upon the furious crowd who were hunting and hanging inoffensive persons
of an unfortunate race, was deliberately called "Attack upon the People by the
Provost Guard!" The military were reported elsewhere to be "firing on the
people." The riot was called a "popular uprising"—"a movement of the people."
Who, then, are the people? In this country what class of citizens is to be
especially described as "the people?"
The police were most active,
heroic, and successful in their assaults upon the mob. Do the men of the police
force in this country cease to be a part of "the people," because they aid in
enforcing the laws which are constitutionally made? Are they any less part of
"the people" than the men who resist those laws with fire, pillage, slaughter,
and anarchy? The soldiers did their work well. They fired upon "the people," did
they? But who are
the soldiers of the United
States? Are General Wool, or General Brown, or Colonel Lefferts, or O'Brien, or
Major Fearing, or Lieutenant Adams, or any private who stands ready to maintain
the laws made under the Constitution, any less citizens of the United States
than Andrews and Martin Moran? Are the men who beat helpless negroes to death,
and ravage defenseless houses for pillage "the people," while those who defend
order, law, and humanity are not? Will these papers please to say whether a body
of persons establishes its claim to be called "the people" of this city, or of
this country, by overthrowing every barrier of order and civil society, and
abandoning itself to the most wanton and incredible cruelty? Does a citizen
cease to be one of "the people" because he respects the laws?
Not a man shot dead in his
riotous career during the terrible week in this city was any more one of "the
people" than the soldier who righteously shot him or the policeman who justly
broke his head. If such scenes as those of the riot week are the acts of "the
people," then the most savage hatred of popular institutions ever expressed is
the most humane and sensible view of them. If our Government is one of "the
people," and the mob that ruled part of the city of New York for part of a week
is indeed "the people," then any man who does not prefer the reign of one Nero
to that of a thousand Neroes is insane. If the Government at Washington is, as
the Copperhead orators and journals constantly declare, "a despotism," and the
riots were, as the same authorities declare, the acts of "the people," no
sensible man would long hesitate in deciding which despotism he preferred.
But, in truth, the term "this
people," as descriptive of the rioters, was used by those who either feared the
mob or who wished to pander to it. It was a convenient term to use while the
issue was doubtful. For if the disturbance grew—if from a riot in the city it
had become an organized insurrection through the country to compel peace, he is
a poor student of human nature and of the public press who does not know that
the papers which began by faintly deprecating the riot as a "popular opposition
to the draft" would have ended by loudly supporting the insurrectionary
resistance to the war. It is with this mob as with the rebellion. Those who half
justify it are its most valuable friends, and of necessity the enemies of the
Government and the laws. While to call the riotous and murderous resisters of
laws constitutionally made "the people" is to borrow a phraseology from foreign
countries and monarchical systems, where the government, the army, and the
people are three permanently distinct classes, constantly jealous of each other.
The word so used has no meaning with us. It is not the brutal, the ignorant, the
reckless—it is not thieves, incendiaries, and assassins who are distinctively
"the people" of this country. But the great mass of the population, generally
intelligent and industrious, from the laborer of yesterday who is the rich man
of to-day to the laborer of to-day who is to-morrow the rich man—these are the
true "bone and sinew"—these are indeed "The People" of the United States.
THE OLD STORY.
THE stain of the late riots on
the history of the city of New York is indelible. The utter meanness of the
hunting and bloody massacre of the most unfortunate class of the population is
not to be forgotten. The burning of an orphan asylum is infamous beyond parallel
in the annals of mobs. And how entirely undeserved this mad hatred of the
colored race is, every sober man in this country knows. No class among us are
and have been so foully treated as the black, yet none furnishes, in proportion,
so few offenders against the laws. Proverbially a mild, affectionate, and docile
people, they have received from us, who claim to be a superior race, a treatment
which of itself disproves our superiority.
How the more intelligent persons
among the enemies of this race console their consciences under the awful fate
which their incessant and sneering depreciation of the colored people has at
last brought upon those unfortunates, it is impossible to say. Yet we observe
that some of them clutch at the old subterfuge, and declare that it is the
unwise attempt to elevate the blacks "above their sphere" which is responsible
for their late fearful martyrdom. Look at this statement a moment. Its argument
is that to insist upon personal liberty, as the natural right of every innocent
human being, only tends to create jealousy among other human beings. To state
the argument is to smother it in ridicule.
Put in another form, the same
plea is that God has made the black race subservient to the white, and that to
declare their right to personal liberty is to advocate their social equality, to
erect them into rival laborers, and to disorganize society. The reply to this
is, that God has made the black race subservient to the white in the same way
that he has made Jews subservient to Christians, and the Irish to the English,
and in no other. It used to please Christians to call the Jews "dogs," and to
injure and murder them in every way—and to this day to call a man "Jew" is only
less offensive than to call him "niXXer." It used to please the English to
consider the Irish unclean beasts, and to treat them accordingly. Does any body
seriously defend this kind of persecution as any thing more than the basest and
most criminal prejudice? Coleridge professed the same instinctive hatred of a
Frenchman that so many among us profess of a negro. Was it an evidence of
Coleridge's wisdom or folly?
The argument we are considering
amounts to this—that you must not befriend the unfortunate lest you provoke the
ignorant and brutal; you must not defend the rights of the oppressed lest the
oppressors should wax wroth. It is an argument for tyrants, cowards, and
sneaks—not for men.
AN OPEN LETTER.
MY DEAR FRIEND,—YOU are a German
and a Jew, and you have come to make your living in a
foreign land, of which
Christianity is the professed religion. You have no native, no political, no
religious sympathy with this country. You are here solely to make money, and
your only wish is to make money as fast as possible. You neither know our
history nor understand our Government; but, believing that all men are selfish
and mean, nothing is absurder to your mind than the American doctrine of popular
government based upon equal rights.
This being the case with you and
thousands like you, you are inevitably a Secessionist, a Copperhead, and a
Rebel. But why deceive yourself, since you deceive nobody else? Your opinion is
of no value, because you neither know nor care any thing about the subjects upon
which you pronounce. If things can be kept quiet by agreeing to dissolve the
Union and to destroy the Government, you are for that course. And you are the
enemy of all who will risk war to save the nation. If quiet can be preserved by
massacring the negroes, amen: you want money, and money requires quiet. If
things can be kept still by slaughtering Irishmen, you cheerfully agree, for you
think that of the two races they are the less docile. If peace can be preserved
by proclaiming Jeff Davis as President, by forming four Governments, by each
State setting up for itself—in God's name, cry you, let it be done. You want
money. Government, except so far as it shoots mobs and hangs the people whom the
mob hates, and who are therefore called the authors of the mob—the security of
personal rights—laws founded upon justice—popular intelligence and
progress—these, in your estimation, are foolish fancies and idle twaddle. If you
can have a fine house, and horses, and servants, and fifty thousand dollars a
year, you have what you want, and all the rest is moonshine.
Do you not see, my dear friend,
that in the eyes of every loyal American citizen, who is equally anxious with
you to thrive and make money—who wishes equally with you that there shall be
peace, because peace is essential to trade—but who knows that there is and can
be no permanent peace in this country, except that which is based upon common
justice, and who is firmly persuaded that if all the conservatism in the world
agrees that twice two make three, they do still make four; in the eyes of such a
citizen, my dear friend, do you not see what a ludicrous and contemptible
spectacle you are? You are the material out of which despotisms are made. It is
upon such people as you that the King of Prussia counts when he deliberately
destroys the constitutional rights of his subjects. And whatever in this country
is despotic, mean, and repugnant to the great and fundamental democratic
doctrine of equal rights before the law, receives your hearty sympathy and
support. The country you left did not regret your coming away; the country in
which you trade will not mourn your departure.
Yours, with all the respect
possible, THE LOUNGER.
BLARNEY.
WHEN Archbishop Hughes, in his
card of invitation, spoke of those who were "called rioters," or in his speech
itself mentioned the "so-called rioters," did he mean that the proceedings of
the week were not riotous, and that people who burn, steal, and massacre with
the fury of brutes are not rioters, but are improperly so-called? If the events
of the third week of July in New York were not riotous, then there is no such
thing as a riot. If the raging crowds, pillaging and devastating, were not mobs,
then there is no such thing as a mob.
Why was the Prelate so anxious to
avoid calling things by their right names? If it were proper for him to call the
honored editor of a leading journal and one of the most illustrious of living
Americans "a liar," could it have been so very improper for his Grace to call
men who, without the slightest pretense of excuse, burn an orphan asylum and
slaughter innocent passengers upon the street, "rioters?" It was nothing to the
purpose to say that they did not look like rioters; for he invited the persons,
so called by the papers, to come to his house, and those persons were they who
had burned and murdered innocent people and defenseless asylums. The Archbishop,
therefore, was speaking to those and to no others.
His Master, as we read, the
Prince of Peace, healed the wound his follower had made, and bade him put up his
sword. He also told the money-changers that they had turned his Father's house
into a den of thieves, and he scourged them out of it. These were slight
offenses compared with the crimes with which the "so-called rioters" in this
city were reeking. But through all the long speech of the Archbishop we look in
vain for the tone of indignant reproof, or the plain command of Jesus. My most
sweet good masters, he says in effect, if indeed you have been naughty—and I am
sure you do not look as if you were so—please be good boys, or you will make me
feel very unpleasantly. I am sure you will be good, because your countrymen have
always been the most innocent of babes. Go home, then, like good children—Amen!
Of the Archbishop's fair
intention there need be no doubt. He does not wish his Church to bear the
terrible burden of the responsibility of the riot, and as a good citizen he
wished the mob put down. But if he had no other means of promoting the public
peace than hesitating whether to call rioters gentlemen, and refraining from all
condemnation of the infamous crimes which, according to the terms of his
invitation, his audience had committed, then it is a great sorrow for every
loyal citizen that the Catholic Bishop of New York is not a man who can speak
with power, since it is certainly desirable that he should speak at such a time.
If, instead of palliating, and parleying, and blarneying, he had depicted to the
rioters the enormity of their action, and bade them, with all the conscious
authority of his position, and in the name of God and the Government, to stop,
the moment would have been the grandest of his life. To say that such a tone
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