A prophetic advertisement.
--The following advertisement is copied by the Northern papers from a Massachusetts paper of February, 1861. That was before Lincoln's inauguration. How truthful and prophetic the words of this honest and prophetic old farmer have now proved in the terrible realities which have since transpired:For Sale.
A Farm, containing ninety five acres or more of good land, situated (or located) right in sight of Amherst College, within one and a quarter miles. Also, one half of a saw mill, at the mouth of Miller's river in Montague. If J C Breckenridge had been chosen President my property would have been worth eight thousand dollars, but now since Lincoln has been chosen President I want to sell out and go away. I want to go away from Abolitionism — away from Maine Law ism — away from Neal Dowism — away from Aristocratism. I want to go away from all sensation. I want to go into some country where men are kind to each other — where men love each other — where men are thankful and honest to each other. I don't want to go into a country where men make Hobby Horses out of Abolitionism and Neal Dowism to ride into office on. I want to go into a country where men feel as men felt about the time that Jefferson, Madison, Washington, Adams and others when they signed the Constitution of the United States. I want to go into some country where men feel as men felt about the time that Putnam, Warren, Washington and Stark signed the Declaration of Independence. I should love to go to some country and live with men that feel as the old honest hearted soldier felt in the time of the American Revolution. I should love to go and live with them by day, and go and sleep with them in their tents by night. I should love to stand up with them shoulder to shoulder on the battle ground. I love the honest hearted soldiers. I remember what they have done for us. I remember them with respect and esteem. But alas! by faction and sedition the walls of Jerusalem fell; and by Abolitionism and Neal Dow-ism our walls (Union Liberty and the old Constitution) will fall and crumble to dust. A voice from the South--a voice from the West--a voice from the East--a voice from the North--a voice from the four Winds already begins to cry Wo — Wo — Wo — to our Union--our Liberty — our country, and our countrymen. In civil war rich men and poor men will humble together, and dead men will be piled up in heaps. The Old Democrat wants to sell out and go away. Harlley, Feb. 27, 1861.The Hartford Times exhumes the above prophets advertisement from the columns of a Boston paper, of nearly three years ago. That man had a proper conception of the people by whom he was surrounded, and felt it to be his safety to get out of their way at the earliest moment. When this old patriot published his advertisement, no doubt the whole gang of the destroyers giggled at his stupidity and denounced him as disloyal.
