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Where are they?

We have not heard yet of a single Northern politician prominent in bringing on the troubles which have involved this country in civil war, and conspicuous since the war began for belligerent and ferocious counsels, who has volunteered to put his person in peril by coming to the scene of action and sharing the hardships of the camp, and the dangers of the field.

The Abolitionists proper have absolutely no military representative in the war. They have cried aloud and spared not, but neither the Massachusetts fanatics nor the Western Reserve of Ohio have taken the fore-front of the battle, Gens. Butler, Cadwallader, Patterson, and other officers, are old Democrats, as are most of the rank and file. There is only this to be said in their favor, that they had no agency in bringing on the war, but this merit is more than balanced by the pliancy with which they have yielded themselves to become the bloody tools of a despot, and the mercenary motives which have led to their support of this abominable invasion. But where are the men who have fomented these troubles for long years, who have sown the seed of malices, hatred and all uncharitableness in the Northern mind, who are shouting at the top of their voices for war to the knife, for hanging prisoners and confiscation of property? Where is Henry Ward Beecher?--Why don't he come, as old John Brown asked, and maintain his doctrine here in person?--Where are his co-laborers of the press? The leading Republican and Abolition journals of the Northern cities have labored for years to bring on the present state of things, but now that they have succeeded, why do they not face the music? So large is the force of persons engaged in each of the leading offices of Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnati, &c., that, in times of peace, it is not uncommon to hear of an entire volunteer company being raised by a single printing establishment. Such a paper as the New York Tribune has an editorial staff of some fifteen or twenty young men, in the full vigor of life and strength, most of them having no duties or obligations of any kind to repress their military ardor. Yet this Tribune, which is the most incendiary, vindictive, and demoniac sheet in America, which has done more than all the rest of the Northern press to inflame the Northern mind to its present frenzy, which howls every day for blood, which, if sanguine vary words could take off heads like an axe, would surpass in one day all the achievements of the guillotine during the French Revolution, has not contributed a single man to the entertainment of shell, shot, bayonet and cannon, to which it has so persistently urged its countrymen. Its editors, secure from the approach of war, spend their days in heaping victims upon the altar of Mars, and their nights in devotions at the shrine of Bacchus. The same is true, as far as our knowledge extends, of every single Republican and Abolition newspaper in the whole North. Where is Raymond, of the Times, who promised that Richmond should be taken ere this, by two well-appointed armies, each consisting of twenty-five thousand men, one marching from Alexandria, and the other from Old Point, ‘"to which an army could be easily transported from James river?"’ Oh, marvellous hero of the quadrilateral, planner of campaigns, and master of geography, why not volunteer to accompany one of those columns? Then there is the N. Y. Herald, whose ‘"eldest son and heir"’ was said to have offered his yacht, Rebecca, to the service of Lincoln, to be armed with Dahlgren's and commanded by the youthful Bennett? What has become of Rebecca? Where is that man mountain, ‘"Long John Wentworth,"’ of Chicago, and the paper warriors of the Cincinnati Gazette, Times, &c.? Did ever the world see a more shameful sight than that of men who are crying ‘"War! War!"’ at the top of their voices, and who will not permit the public to hear a word in behalf of peace, universally shirking the dangers which they are insisting everybody else shall incur?

And what is true of the Press is true of those who have far more responsibility for the present state of things — the Politicians. For nearly a quarter of a century they have used the anti-slavery sentiment as a hobby to ride into power. They have been busy, first in courting and then in building up and enlarging and strengthening an anti-slavery and anti-Southern party. A series of aggressions upon the South, such as we never suffered from Great Britain, reached their climax at last in the open, infamous and successful attempt to elect a sectional President, on purely sectional grounds; to make the South a province and the North its master. But when the war came — the war which, among a free and independent people, was the inevitable result of such usurpation — where were those who had kindled its flames and forged its thunders? Where is Joshua R. Giddings? Enjoying a snug and secure Consul-Generalship in Canada. Where is John P. Hale, of Vermont; Sumner, of Massachusetts; Trumbull, of Illinois; Wade, of Ohio; King, of New York? Where is the bellicose Michigan Senator, who wrote the famous letters in behalf of ‘"blood-letting? "’ Where are Burlingame, Clay and Carl Shurz? Enjoying the luxury of a foreign mission, while their miserable tools at home are paying the bloody price of their exaltation. Even more base and ignoble is the position of the infamous man to whom, more than any other, the present war is owing--Wm. H. Seward--the slimy, unscrupulous, malignant demagogue, on whose guilty soul rests the responsibility of every drop of blood, of every tear of bereavement, of every deed of crime, outrage and darkness, which this war has produced and will produce. He is the man, more than any other — more than all others put together — who, to gratify his inordinate lust of power and place, has laid the train and kindled the fire that has produced the present explosion, and who, guarded and protected by a mercenary soldiery at Washington, avoids danger as earnestly and vigilantly as he thrusts it upon others. It is a notorious fact, that this cunning and evil man; this man, destitute of truth, honor, feeling, sensibility and shame; this man, who has sacrificed a country to his ambition, and who is laboring to make every river run red with fraternal blood, to fill the land with fatherless children and desolate widows, to offer up to the God of battles whole hecatombs of brave, generous, noble men, is himself personally the veriest coward that walks the face of the earth, a more despicable coward even than Sumner, a creature whom any Southern boy of fourteen, armed with a pen-knife, could chase from one end of Washington to the other! Gracious Heavens! That such a reptile, venomous as the rattlesnake, but utterly destitute of the rattlesnake's courage, should have such vast capacities of mischief! If anything were necessary to prove that this life is not the whole of man's existence, and that ‘"after death the Judgment,"’ it is that such wretches as Seward often escape in this world the punishment of their crimes.

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