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Title: American Letter to the Editor of the Armagh Guardian.
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
SenderErin Go Bragh
Sender Genderprob. male
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender Religionunknown
OriginJackson, Mississippi, USA
DestinationArmagh, N.Ireland
Recipientthe Editor of the Armagh Guardian
Recipient Gendermale
Relationshipthe author is a subscriber to the Armagh Guardian
SourceThe Armagh Guardian, 6 March 1857.
ArchiveThe Central Library, Belfast.
Doc. No.9409046
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by LT, 01:09:1994.
Word Count1462
City of Jackson, Mississippi,

Feb. [February] 2nd, 1857.

DEAR SIR, - With pleasure I take my quill this morning
to write something for the Guardian. For a week
or two I have been collecting items that, I thought,
would interest your readers, and have now so many of
them on hand that I hardly know how to make a selection.
At random, however, I will commence with -
This winter has been intensely cold in the north and
west of the United States. Apart from the privations
and sufferings of the poor, who are unable to purchase
a sufficiency of fuel, there have been many instances
of persons perishing from the severity of the weather.
In the State of Iowa, at a place near Monticello, three
women and a child were frozen to death. They had
gone, it seems, in a two-horse sleigh to visit a neighbouring
family, and as they werer returning home unfortunately
got off the road. in crossing a hollow the
horses became detached from the sleigh and ran off,
leaving the poor creatures in snow some six or seven
feet deep. Their immediate neighbours, seeing that
they did not return, assembled together and resolved
to make search. After a considerable time the unfortunate
women were found in a willow thicket all dead.
A melancholy case occurred at Milwaukie, in the State
of Wisconsin. A woman was allowed to freeze to death.
It appeared that her husband was absent, at work on
the railroad, and she had no one to provide for her. -
When her wood failed she applied to the city constable
to let her have some until the return of her husband.
That worthy functionary, however, refused, and told
her to go to the poorhouse. She did not take his advice,
and was found in a short time dead, with her poor
little children wailing and shivering around her lifeless
The city of Milwaukie is a little north of the parallel
of 43 deg. [degrees], and if the cold is so intense at that latitude,
what must it be in the northern part of Canada East,
Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Newfoundland!
A telegraphic despatch on the 28th ult. announced the
death, at Washington city, of Preston S. Brooks, M. C.,
of South Carolina. This is the Brooks who, last
summer, gained so much notoriety by chastising Mr.
Summer, of Massachusetts. You will recollect that
Mr. Summer had, in a speech in the lower house of
Congress, abused Southern planters, and had even
used some unpleasant personalities towards Senator
Butler, who is uncle to Mr. Brooks. Mr. Brooks, feeling
that the South was slandered, and his aged uncle
insulted, thought it his duty, in the absence of Senator
Butler, to call Mr. Summer to account. This he did
by belabouring him soundly with a gutta percha cane. -
Mr. Brooks died of died of disease of the throat. His loss will
be sincerely regretted by the people of South Carolina.
He was the pet of his constituents - not undeservedly
either - for he was young man of fine appearance,
pleasant address, and superior abilities. Congress
occupied the 29th ult. in delivering eulogies on the deceased.
The corpse was brought into the presence of
the members of both Houses of Congress, where also
were assembled the President of the United States
and the president-elect, the Judges of the Supreme
Court, and the members of the diplomatic corps. After
the delivery of several eloquent eulogies, the funeral
discourse was preached by the Chaplain of the House
of Representatives, and the body was then conveyed to,
and interned in, the Congressional cemetery.
An interesting circumstance occurred during the last
presidential campaign. As Senator Brown, of the
State of Mississippi, was proclaiming, in an eloquent
speech on the hustings, the certain election of Mr.
Buchanan, a feather dropped at his feet from the wing
of an eagle that was at that moment flying over. Mr.
Brown preserved the quill and forwarded it to Wheatland,
with a request that the president-elect should use
it in writing his inaugural address. Mr. Buchanan
has promised compliance. His address, I have no
doubt, will be the first of the kind, written with the
quill of an eagle, and that quill the voluntary gift of
the national bird.
It has long been thought that the red men of the forest
could hardly be bought within the pale of civilization.
Wild, as the woods through which they roam, the majority
of them have hitherto resisted all attempts on
the part of white men, to induce them to form themselves
into political organization. Recent occurrences,
however, show that there is yet hope for them.
Twenty-five families residing at Hazelwood, in the territory of
Minnesota, have constituted themselves a miniature
republic. They have adopted a written constitution,
have elected a magistracy and judiciary, enacted laws,
and are now conforming to the morality and customs of
civilized life. Already they have wheat,Indian
corn, and several other agricultural productions in
market. These families are of the Dakotah tribe. It
is to be hoped that many other tribes will follow the
example of the Dakotahs; that the race will not, as
was expected, become extinct; that, at least, a remmant
will perpetuate the distinctive characteristics of the
Aborigines of the western continent. It is very cheering
to see that some of them are desirous of civilization.
Their rapid decadence has long been watched with deep
regret. Humanity shuddered to see them so quickly
passing away. They are a brave and intrinsically noble
race. And if they have often been cruel to the whites,
surely it may be said in extenuation, that the whites
have been as cruel to them.
The residence of the late General Jackson - the hero of
New Orleans, is named "The Hermitage". The residence
itself and a p[art of the lands are about to be
transferred to the general government. The legislature
of Tennessee, at its last session, passed an act,
authorizing the governor of that state, to purchase five
hundred acres of the lands, and to make a tender of
the same to the United States' government, provided a
branch of the Military Academy should be established
at "The Hermitage". The government made the purchase
in pursuance of the act, giving forty-eight thousand
dollars for the house and land. The tender has been
made to President Pierce, who has made it the subject
of a special message to Congress.
That your readers may have some idea of the discriptive
powers of Western Editors, I shall, to the exclusion
of other matter, send you the following - taken from
"The Nebraska News":-
"We always did like neat people. We always did
cherish a kind of tender feeling for all neat women.
But we were never fully struck by one until last week
and the way of it was this. We were 'out west' a few
miles, and got belated; we looked for a place to stay all
night, found a cabin, asked if we could stay all night
and a tall woman with a freckled face, red hair, buffalo
skin moccasins, buckskin dress, and a freesoiled baby,
said she 'reckon we dismount'. We got off our horses,
hitched them to a cotton wood corn crib, and went in.
We asked for supper. We got some bacon, molasses,
boiled pumkin' and corn dodger. We eat [ate?] heartily.
"After the meal was past the woman said to her eldest
girl:- 'Now, Doddy Jane, you have just got to keep
that old slut, and them ere pups from sleepin' in this
ere meal box any longer. In makin' this 'ere strangers
coin bread, I was pestered nearly to death pickin' the
small hairs and dead fleas out of it, that came out of
them peasky dogs. And if they sleep in it a week longer
it won't be fit to eat.'
"We were in love with that woman on account of her
neatness. And that evening we lay down upon the
sough-hewed floor and had pleasant dreams. Ghostly
fleas were hopping about all over us, and spectral sluts,
with goblin pups, danced before us in boxes of unearthly
meal, during the live long night, and our great-grand-father
sat straddle of us six hours, and with
the ramrod of a 6-pounder cannon, stuffed cords of that
neatly prepared corn doger, down our unwilling throat,
and whistled all the time for the dogs, while the freesoil
baby and its tidy mother sat by and wept for the
departing hoe-cake. We like neatness, we do."
I shall write again in the course of a few weeks. -
Meantime I am -

Yours truly,