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The Louisville Journal

--Among the influences which have produced the present unnatural state of things in Kentucky, the Louisville Journal occupies a prominent position. --Kentucky has given birth to some demagogues of native growth, whom it would be hard to beat, and some Yankees who hold on to money with a tighter grip than any Brother Jonathan of them all; but of all the mean productions — and when we use the word ‘"mean,"’ we desire the reader to keep in mind its precise and literal definition: that is, ‘"ignoble, plebeian, coarse, vulgar, low-minded, ungenerous, dishonorable, grovelling, abject, vile, contemptible, despicable,"’ and, we may add, dirty, both morally and physically — the Louisville Journal bears off the palm.

Many years ago, two Prentices came from New England, and settled in the South. We know not that there was any relationship between the two men, though we should imagine not, for two more dissimilar objects in every respect could not be found in the whole range of the Creator's works. The one was a Southern man, born North--a genuine tropic flower that, strangely enough, bloomed into life under the very shadow of the icebergs; but, transplanted to the valley of the Mississippi, fairly outshone in beauty and fragrance all the indigenous flowers of that garden. The greatest orator, undoubtedly, since the days of Patrick Henry, an advocate of magnificent, heaven soaring genius; one who, by a single wave of the magic wand of his fancy, could darken a court-house with clouds of sadness, and bring the rain of gentle pity from eyes unused to weep, and then, as suddenly, by some bright gleam of humor, disperse the gloomy shadows, and make even the falling tears glisten like bright dew-drops in the sunshine. Eloquent and exalted as he was in intellect, Sargent S. Prentiss was as genial and chivalric as he was gifted and great. No Southern man born was more completely Southern in all his instincts, sentiments, and principles. Like Nathaniel Green, of Rhode Island, who, next to Gen. Washington, was the great captain of the Revolution; like Quitman, of New York, who planted the victorious American standard on the walls of Mexico, like Ripley, of Fort Moultrie, and thousands like them, who have made the South their permanent home, Prentiss was as true and loyal to the South as any of her native-born sons; far more so than the Crittendens, Guthries, Carliles, and others, who are simply Northern men, born in a Southern latitude. If that brilliant intellectual comet, S. S. Prentiss, originated in a Northern sky, his path of light was always loyal to the Southern sun, and when in its mid-heaven it disappeared, the Southern sky grew dark, and Southern eyes wept as over a lost Plated, whose place in the heavens could never more be filled. Who ever heard the man speak, in whose ears those silver beelike tones of the matchless orator did not ring in sweet pulsations for years and years, after he was dead; who ever met him at the bar, the forum, or the social circle, that did not forget all admiration of his genius in his geniality, of his wit and pathos in his sensibility and soul, of the orator and the statesman in the intrepid cavalier and the ‘"gentleman without reproach?"’

But there is another Prentice, also of New England, editor of the Louisville Journal, who has made himself conspicuous throughout the sectional difficulties of the United States by advocating New England ideas, prejudices, principles and notions, and who is, in his own person, a complete embodiment of the peculiarities of the lowest stratum of Yankeedom in person, manners, intonation and conscience. When we say that he has some literary pretensions, and considerable reputation for wit, we concede to him all that can be said in his favor by any man. If the Louisville Journal had been published in Boston, it could not have been more of a Northern paper than it always has been, is now, and always will be, till its editor is resolved into his original mire. As Sargent S. Prentiss in his ardent and sympathizing loyalty was the type, we firmly believe, of large numbers of Southern citizens of Northern birth, George D. Prentice is the representative of another class, who are thoroughly imbued with the idea that Boston is the Athens of America, and New York the hub of the Universe, that the Pilgrim Fathers were equal, if not superior, to the Apostles; that there is no vital piety outside of Puritanism, no polish in Southern society except what has been acquired by attrition with Northern drummers and merchants, and that the American Constitution was constructed and the American Union formed for the express purpose of protecting Yankee manufactures and commerce. With its accustomed good sense and forbearance, the South has tolerated the disgusting assurance and self conceit of, these Yankee cockneys, as a harmless exhibition of human folly, not deserving the dignity even of contempt. But when such a representative of this class as Geo. D. Prentice labors for long years, through a leading Southern journal, to convert a proud Southern State, like Kentucky, into a miserable copy of Massachusetts in politics, manners and morals, is it not enough to make the Kentucky patriarchs of a better age rise from their graves and look with awful frowns upon the degenerate race which can permit this vulgar and impudent Yankee interloper to dictate to Kentucky her national policy; to call away Kentucky from her Southern sisterhood; to bid her turn her sword against her own mother Virginia, and even against her own bosom, in the horrid collision of civil war? It is bad enough, in all conscience, for the native political demagogues of Kentucky to be hounding her on in such a work; but does it not transcend all human patience that the chief agent of this work should be a Down-East Yankee, not entitled, to consideration in manners, sentiments, or even the Irishman's requirement of a gentleman--‘"that he change his shirt once a week?"’ Alas, poor Kentucky! To think that such a grand old State should die of an unclean Yankee! To think that the spirit which once controlled Kentucky has been supplanted by the spirit of very inferior distillation which controls the Louisville Journal! To think that the Louisville Journal should govern Kentucky, and bad liquor the Louisville Journal! Let the Commonwealth of the Bloody Ground haul down her proud historic flag, radiant with the glories of an immortal Past, and unfurl the sable ensign of Black Republicanism, having for its insignia and ape rampant, a codfish, and a whiskey barrel.

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