_The Message--A Cabinet Council--Speeches of Seward, Chase, Stanton,
Welles, Blair and Bates--Mr. Lincoln Tells a Story--The Major Gives His
Opinion--Mr. Chase Accuses Him of Disloyalty--The Major Demands a
Retraction--It is Given._
WASHINGTON, Nov. 22, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin:_
SURS:--Wal, the messige ain't done yet. The Kernel keeps tinkerin at it
a little every day. I tell him he is jest like a cooper hammerin at a
barrel. He keeps poundin away, an when he gits thru, he is rite around
jest where he started from. The other day I telled the Kernel that it
mite hurry up matters by havin a Cabinet Council, and perhaps by gettin
all heds together we mite git the messige in sum sort of shape.
Congress would meet afore long, an there was no time to loose. The
Kernel sed he thought that would be a good idee, an so one was called.
The Kernel insisted that I should be present, though I didn't much want
to be, sence I knew how Seward was trying to play the conservative and
turn Dimmycrat. Howsoever, I determined to go but to say nothin. The
Kernel opened the ball by tellin all hands how that he an the Majer had
been to work at the messige for some weeks, off an on, like farmers
sortin their corn, but they couldn't git the docyment into ship-shape
exactly, an hence he had called 'em together to hear their opinions on
the subject, an to larn how each department, stood. He sed he wanted to
tech on all subjects, an fust he would ask Mr. Seward about our furrin
affairs. Seward got up, lookin very pale, an the fust thing he sed was,
that he believed Seemore was elected Guvernor of New York. Mr. Chase
wanted to know "what that had to do with foreign affairs, but," ses he,
an here he looked very knowin, "perhaps Mr. Seward kin tell how Seemore
cum to be elected?" At this Seward brushed up an asked him "what he
meant?" "Wal," ses he, "I mean jest this, that if you an Weed had not
thrown cold water on Wadsworth, Seemore would never have been elected."
"That's false," ses Seward, an Chase jumped up as if he was goin to do
sumthin, but the Kernel at once interfered, an sed that he didn't send
for 'em to quarrel about the elecshins, which were bad enough, Lord
knows, but he wanted to know how the furrin affairs stood. Seward sed,
"that, comin to the pint, furrin affairs never looked better. We were
at peace with all the world, an he didn't doubt but with the aid of his
friend Weed, and a liberal use of secret service money, he would be
able to keep the peace. He sed it looked now as if, in sixty days, that
all idee of furrin intervenshin for the rebils would be given up, an
then the rebelyun would be smashed at once."
Then the Kernel asked Mr. Chase how the financies stood. Wal, Chase sed
that everything was working splendid; that only the other day he got a
loan in Wall street above par; that everything was risin in price, an
that the people was tickled to deth with the good-lookin notes he got
out; that they liked 'em so well, an they were so much handier than
gold an silver, that they didn't use enything else lately. He sed he
thought he was going to be set down as the greatest financier since the
days of Liecurgus, who made money out of iron, an thus made all the
people rich at once. He said that he would make 'em all rich, ef paper
didn't get too high, an there was some danger of it, as the pesky
rebils had all the cotton to make it of. Jest get that, an he would
snap his fingers at the hull world.
Then Stantin got up. He sed everything was now progressin finely sence
the Ralerode Sooperintendent had been discharged. He didn't doubt but
Burnside would be in Richmond by the time Congress met, an he thought
it was so sure, that he advised Linkin to put it in his Message at
once. He sed his idee was, as soon as Richmond was taken, to issoo a
proclamashin appointing a day of thanksgiv'n an prayer for our victory
over the rebils. He sed, ef his plans had been followed, we would have
been in the rebil Capital long ago, but it was all rite now, and no one
need have eny fears.
Then grandfather Welles spoke. He sed Mr. Stantin seemed to think that
the army was goin to do all, but he could tell him that he would find
that his gunboats were to play a big part. He had been all summer
buildin a hull lot of iron-plated monsters, an ef the war didn't cum to
an end too soon, they would make the fur fly. At all events, they would
be reddy to celebrate peace, which would be somethin. For his part, he
didn't think the war was nigh ended; yet in fact, he didn't see how it
could end until all the contracts were finished. It would'nt do to
disappint so many good members of the party, who hadn't yet had their
turn buyin vessels on commission, or makin gunboats.
Then Mr. Blair got up, lookin as if he thought that wisdom would surely
die when he did. He sed he reckoned that the country was safe. He sed
he had kept a pretty close watch on the newspapers to see ef eny of
them opposed the war or advocated slavery. He thought that the people
never had had sich advantages in the Post-Office as they had had sence
he was Postmaster-Gineral. The people, he sed, used to have to pick out
the papers they wanted to take themselves, now he did it for 'em. He
sed he thought he knew best, too, what was good for them, for his
father was an editor a good meny years, an when he needed informashin
he allers called on the old man! When Blair sot down, the Kernel called
upon Mr. Bates, but he had gone to sleep, so they skipped him and
called upon Mr. Smith. He sed that the interior department was in a
flourishin condishin, but he hed lately heered that the loco focos had
agin carried Indianny, and it had so worried him as to give him the
tooth-ache. Ef they wanted to know anythin more about this department,
he would ask his chief clark. Here the Kernel asked Seward ef he
wouldn't wake up Mr. Bates. Seward jest walked up, tuk his finger and
thumb and pinched the old man's nose. As he was breathin very hard thru
it, he jumped up as ef he had ben pricked with a pin. Ses he, "Have the
rebils took Saint Lewis?" Seward telled him that this was a Cabbynet
Council. "Aye," ses he, "what's up?" "Wal," ses Linkin, "we want to
know the condishin of your department?" Ses he, "I ain't a military
Ginneral, an ain't got command of no department!" The old man warn't
fairly awake yet; ses Seward, ses he, "I guess I'll have to give him
another pinch." "Now," ses the Kernel, "that reminds me of a story. An
old Dominy down in Connecticut used to have a very sleepy congregashin.
One day, wen a good many were asleep, he stopped rite in the middle of
his sermon, and called out, 'Deacon Giles, sing the 119th Psalm, to the
tune of Old Hundred.' The Deacon commenced and sung one verse. Wen he
got thru, the Dominy yelled out at the top of his voice, 'sing another
varse, Deacon; they ain't all awake yit.'" Wile all hands were laughing
at the Kernel's story, Mr. Bates got putty wide awake, and sed that his
business had got sorter mixed up with Stantin's, and in fact there
warnt any courts or judges or juries now, an mity little need of
Atturny Ginnerals--the Ginnerals were all of another kind. He sed wen
the war was over he meant to write out a legal opinion agin it, but he
was afeered it wouldn't be loyal to do it now, and so he spent most of
his time in reading a bound volume of the Christian Almanac, which he
had for fifty years back. He thought the country was in a very
prosperous condishin, for he drew his salary regular.
After he got thru, the Kernel called on me to make sum remarks, but I
telled him "I didn't cum there to say enything, but only to listen, an
to see ef I could larn enough of what was goin on to complete the
message." They all set in then, especially Seward, an sed I must give
my impreshins, ef nothin more. "Wal," I telled 'em, "ef I sed enything
I should be jest as blunt as a pump-handle, an they mustn't take no
offence; an that so far as I was consarned, I might jest as well go to
a singin school to larn to dance as to have cum here to find enything
about the state of the country. Every one of 'em seemed to be thinkin
about himself, an nothin about the country. Because they drew their
salary regularly, an had enough to eat and drink, they thought nobody
was hurt. I telled 'em that I guessed they all had on 'Glorification
Spectacles,' an that everything was magnified to 'em. Then I sed that
jest what the Kernel wanted to know to put in his message was, how many
sojers we had, an how much they were costin; an how many sailyurs we
had, an how many ships, an how much they cost. Then I telled 'em that
the people would like to know how many poor fellers had lost their
lives sence the war begun; how many had been crippled, &c., &c.; an how
much the debt would be after we all got thru; an finally, what great
good we had got by it all." Here Chase spoke up. Ses he, "We'll
establish freedom an restore the Union." "Wal," ses I, "ef you want
four millions of niggers to take keer of, you're welcome to 'em, but as
for restorin the Union by war, so far it's jest been like climbin a
greased pole; as fast as you climb up you slip back, an," ses I, "it
will be so to the eend of the chapter, unless I'me mistaken." Ses
Chase, ses he, "The Majer is disloyal." Wen he sed that I jumped rite
up with my hickory, an ses I, "Ain't your name Salmon?" Ses he, "Yes."
"Wal," ses I, "it won't be long if you don't take that back." I never
see a feller look so scart. Ses he, "Majer, I didn't mean eny offence,
an so I'll take it back, for I think you mean well." I telled him "that
I didn't allow enybody to say or to intimate that I warnt a friend to
the Constitushin and the Union."
The Kernel here spoke an sed that his Cabbynet was a good deal like old
Josh Pendleton's boys out in lower Illinoy. They allers cum hum every
New Years to see the old man an have a talk of old times, but afore
they got thru they allers had a regular fite. So he thought he'd adjurn
the Cabbynet for fear there would be a scrimmage here.
Then they all took their departure, an the messige ain't no nearer done
than ever. The Kernel an I have set up nite after nite, an drank old
rye, but it is no use, we can't get it in ship-shape form. The Kernel
ses he guesses he will jest get the messige out in rough and send it
into Congris, an let Sumnure, Chandler, Lovejoy an Thad Stevens lick it
into shape.
Yourn till deth,