Posts Tagged ‘Emancipation’

The Clank of Breaking Manacles

September 22, 2012

Ogden Standard Examiner (Ogden, Utah) Sep 12, 1928

When you read republican platforms you see the faces of Lincoln and Grant, you hear the emancipation proclamation, the clank of breaking manacles falling from the limbs of slaves, the battle hymns of the republic, and the glory of the stars and stripes.

When you read the democratic platforms you see the faces of James Buchanan, Jefferson Davis, and Grover Cleveland; you hear of secession and rebellion, panic and disaster, repudiation of national obligations, starvation of American labor, and the hauling down of the American flag.

Portsmouth Herald (Portsmouth, New Hampshire) Sep 23, 1902

…Mr. STEVENS desired to say….As the Constitution could not be executed in the seceded States, the war must be carried as against an independent nation. The people would admit the measures he had advocated from the onset. To arm negro slaves was the only way on earth to exterminate the rebellion, they would find. We must treat those States as now outside of the Union, as conquered provinces, settle them with new men, and drive the rebels as exiles from the continent. They had the pluck and endurance which were not at first realised on this side of the House. They had determination and endurance, and nothing but exile, extermination or starvation could make them submit.

Mr. STEVENS here caused an article to be read, a special dispatch to the Chicago Times, to the effect that Gov. ROBINSON, of Kentucky, had issued a che???r letter to the members of the Legislature, asking for their views on the President’s Proclamation, and that fully two-thirds were in favor of taking the State out of the Union if the Proclamation is enforced. That the State militia would go with the South, and that HUMPHREY MARSHALL ad stationed himself at Mount Sterling to receive them.

Mr. MALLORY wished to know what part of this ominum gatherum the gentleman wished to direct their attention.

Mr. STEVENS — That two-thirds of the Legislature are in favor of taking the State out of the Union.

Mr. MALLORY denounced this newspaper statement as utterly false. That Gov. ROBINSON will do anything like advising Kentucky to engage in the rebellion, or arm against the Government, is equally false. There was no ground for such assertion.

Mr. STEVENS — I am happy to hear it, as the statement came from a Democratic newspaper, and I doubted its truth very much. [Laughter.]

Mr. WADSWORTH noticed another branch of the article, namely, about HUMPHREY MARSHALL being at Mount Sterling. The last he heard of HUMPHREY was, he was 170 miles off. He was drunk and cursing Kentucky, because she would not rise like “My Maryland.” The muskets in Kentucky are in the hands of the militia. employed in the defence of the Union. The malignant correspondent of the Chicago Times had not the slightest foundation for saying that the guns would ever be turned against the Union.

In reply to a question by Mr. STEVENS, whether the proclamation would take Kentucky out of the Union, he said Kentucky cannot be taken out of the Union either by secessionists or by abolitionists or both combined. (Applause and cried of “good.”) As for the emancipation proclamation, we despise and laugh at it. The latest mustering of Gen. BRAGG shows only 2,300 Kentuckians in his army, and some 1,200 Kentuckians had deserted from HUMPHREY MARSHALL. His opinion was there are not five thousand persons who were once citizens of Kentucky, who are in the rebel army, but the course pursued by the Radicals, like the gentleman from Pennsylvania, has worked more mischief to the Union than all the rebels have done since July, 1861. France and England might join the United States, but if the negroes are set free under the Proclamation, the Secessionists never can be conquered. The Proclamation cannot be enforced in Kentucky — not one man in ten thousand is in favor it….

The New York Times (New York, New York) Jan 9, 1863

New York Times (New York, New York) Jan 9, 1863

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[From the N.Y. Daily News]

Mr. Lincoln offered no terms of compromise, and rejected, in advance, every proposition that did not accord with the extreme views of the faction he represents. He demanded unconditional submission to the Federal authority, and compliance with all the schemes of abolition set forth in the emancipation proclamation and the proposed amendment of the Constitution.

In brief, he gave the Southern people to understand that reconciliation was out of the question, unless they acquiesced in measures most repugnant to their feelings, and most antagonistical to their political convictions.

Galveston Daily News (Galvestion, Texas) Mar 4, 1865

The Chronicle Telegram (Elyria, Ohio) Sep 22, 1924

Oh! Abraham, Resign

August 16, 2012

Image from Son of the South

From the Philadelphia Inquirer.



The days are growing shorter,
The sun has crossed the line,
And the people are asking,
“Will Abraham resign?”
Poor old Father Abraham,
Once a people’s pride;
Your glory has deserted,
We’re prepared to let you “slide.”

You’ve forgotten all the promises
Made in those speeches fine,
When traveling to the capital,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

You’ve kill the Constitution,
Framed by patriots “lang syne;”
You’ve gagged the mouths of freemen,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

Between states once fraternal,
You’ve drawn your party line;
You’ve brought us war infernal,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

You’ve imprisoned honest freemen,
And in dungeons let them pine
For home, and wife, and children,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

You’ve leagued with John Brown, Forney,
To Greeley you incline,
You’re hand and glove with Sumner,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

The people will not swallow
That wicked scheme of thine,
To ‘mancipate the “woolly heads,”
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

Pennsylvania has condemned you,
Ohio’s in the line;
And the Hoosier boys are shouting,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

The Empire State has spoken
Against thee, Abr’ mine;
The Jersey Bines are after thee,
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

Against these solemn warnings,
Steel not that heart of thine;
Far “better late than never,”
Oh! Abraham, resign!
Poor old Father Abraham.

Allen County Democrat (Lima, Ohio) Dec 10, 1862

The Broken Pledge and General Emancipation

April 12, 2011

Images from the  CivilWarPhotoGallery website


{Tune – Wait for the Wagon.}

In Uncle Sam’s Dominion, in Eighteen Sixty one,
The fight between Secession and Union was begun;
The South declared they’d have the ‘rights’ which Uncle Sam denied,
Or in their Secesh Wagon, they’d all take a ride.

Hurrah for the Wagon — the Old Union Wagon!
We’ll stick to our Wagon and all take a ride!

The makers of OUR wagon were men of solid wit,
They made it out of “Charter Oak” that wouldn’t rot or split,
Its wheels are of material, the strongest and the best,
And two are named the North and South, and two the East and West.

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

Our wagon-bed is strong enough for any “revolution” —
In fact, ’tis the “HULL” of the “Old Constitution”
Her coupling’s strong, her axle’s long, and any where you get her,
No monarch’s frown can “back her down” — no traitor can upset her.

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

This good old wagon the nations all admired,
Her wheels had run for four score years and never once been “tired.”
Her passengers were happy as along her way she whirled,
For the good old Union Wagon was the glory of the world!

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

But when old Abram took command, the South wheel got displeased,
Because the PUBLIC FAT was gone that kept her axle greased;
And when he gathered up the reins and started on his route,
She plunged into secession, and knocked some “feilers” out!

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

Now while in the secession mire the wheel was sticking tightly,
Some tory passengers got mad, and cursed the driver slightly;
But Abram “couldn’t see it” — so he didn’t heed their clatter —
“There’s too much BLACK MUD on the wheel,” says he, “that’s what’s the matter.”

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

So Abram gave them notice that in Eighteen Sixty-three,
Unless the rebels “dried it up,” he’d set their niggers free;
And then the man that led the van to fight against his nation,
Would drop his gun and home he’d run, to fight against starvation.

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

When Abram said he’d free the slaves that furnished their supplies,
It opened Northern traitors’ mouths, and Southern traitors’ eyes!
“The slaves,” said they, “will runaway if you thus rashly free them!”
But Abram guessed, perhaps, they’d best go home and oversee them!

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

Around our Union Wagon, with shoulders to the wheel,
A million soldiers rally, with hearts as true as steel;
And of all the Generals, high or low, that help to save the nation,
There’s none that strikes a HARDER blow than GENERAL EMANCIPATION!

CHORUS — Hurrah for the Wagon, &c.

The Athens Messenger (Athens, Ohio) Jan 29, 1863

Another version of the song:

The Good Old Union Wagon (reply to a rebel song entitled Secession Wagon S. Matthews (lyrics at this link)



A rich man at his counting desk stood,
And a poor man stood at the door;
The rich man was in a talkative mood,
and he talked as he had talked before.

He urged the poor man again and again,
To enroll his name and go,
For they want six hundred thousand men —
Yet the poor man answered no.

I cannot leave my children dear,
Nor leave their mother, no!
For who their lonely hearts would cheer,
When to the war I go?

And then I have no gold to give,
To drive their wants away,
Or buy the comforts they should have,
When comes the winter day.

The rich man grasped the poor man’s hand,
And shook it hard and long,
Then urged him for his country stand,
And made his pledges strong.

Go! brave one; go! and you shall find
Your dear ones no excuse.
For all their wants my wealth I’ll bind,
My purse strings shall be loose.

The poor man’s heart was bowed with pain,
A tear stood in his eye,
When he went to his home again,
To bid that home good-bye.

The weary months sped slowly by,
Winter’s chill winds had come
Hungry and cold the children cry,
Round that once happy home.

The mother to the rich man went,
And told her words of woe;
Reminding him ’twas this intent,
To make her husband go.

You promised him your wealth should be,
Free for his children’s use,
That for our wants we sure would see,
Your purse strings should be loose.

The rich man answered:
‘Tis true I told him as you say,
My purse strings should be loose,
And that my purse by night and day,
Was open for your use.

But can’t you see what I’m about,
The dimes go in, but never go out.

‘Twas thus they promised o’er and o’er,
The poor man standing at their door;
And every promise they have given,
They’ve broken in the sight of heaven.
And while the poor their homes defend,
The poor man’s child they’ll not befriend;
They promise good and pay in groans,
and Satan waits to pick their bones.

The Athens Messenger (Athens, Ohio) Mar 19, 1863