The Fairfield Herald

The South.

Gradually, the eyes of the North are being opened to the true condition of the South. The visit of Mr. Greeley to Texas is likely to bear good fruit. In traveling through the Southern States, the editor of the Tribune saw how the people were robbed in the name of the great Republican party, and he had the courage to denounce the robbery. Other men of influence in the North were induced to look at the question with impartial eyes, and the more they looked, the more they were astounded at the misgovernment of the South. The Nation, a Republican journal, wants to know what service the carpet-baggers have rendered the country, that we should grant them the monopoly of robbing the rebels. The question is as pertinent as it is difficult to answer. The Rev. Henry Ward Beecher now comes to the front with an earnest plea for the South. In the last number of the Christian Union, he reviews the whole matter ably and dispassionately. He points out how the South was exhausted by the war, how it yielded as a man drops from exhaustion. On the heel of financial ruin, trod a total disarrangement of the system of labor. The immediate consequence was to greatly paralyze the industry of the whole section. Then came a failure of crop after crop, and the Southern people were poor indeed. But this was not all. The crowning burden was misgovernment. The State governments fell into the hands of ignorant and knavish men. Public money has been wasted and stolen, and a proud and spirited population have seen their places of trust and honor filled by foreign adventurers and uneducated freedmen.

When men like Mr. Greeley and Mr. Beecher earnestly demand a change in the government of the Southern States, surely deliverance is close at hand, for no two men are more trusted and respected by the Northern people at large. The Southern people have stood up nobly under the heavy burdens imposed upon them, and they have proved themselves worthy of the high honors of American citizenship. Though crushed as proud people have seldom been crushed, they have not folded their hands and quietly drifted out upon the black ocean of despair. They have worked with energy, and heaped up spoil for the plunderers. The night has been long and dark, and now it is full time that the day began to dawn. -New York Turf Field and Farm.