Ashtabula Weekly Telegraph

Finished.—Senator Sumner has generally had the credit of being a finished gentleman, but recent developments go to show that this conclusion was only partially correct. A complete finish was never applied until he fell into the hands of his friend, WM. LLOYD Garrison. His friendly hand has done the work. His letter of the 3d inst., addressed to his old time-honored co-laborer, consummated the job beyond a cavil or question. So complete and thorough is the work, that neither the pugnacious senator nor his friends will fail to recognize the fidelity of the task—we mean exquisiteness of the finish. The skill and cleverness of the operator is shown in the fact that he clearly understands his man better than the man understands himself, and when senatorial memory fails, and senatorial arrogance rises, or common candor and moral restraints are weak, the deficiency has been very amply and conclusively supplied. A little patience and endurance of the smart will be required to give the new cuticle an opportunity to supply the old shriveled and abraded one. This letter we expect to lay before our readers next week.

While Greeley and his personal organ are unceasing in their efforts to impress the world with the sentiment that we are all brothers and that there is no difference that should separate between an unrepentant rebel and the unswerving patriot, and that the hand of affection and fellowship should be extended over the dark chasm of strife and bloody war, it is not a little noticeable that his follower—the great Massachusetts Commoner—is so poor a student of that philosophy. Instead of adopting the ostensible spirit of his master, and inculcating the gentleness and harmony of the Kingdom of the Branch, he runs over with bile and bitterness. He exhausts all his stock on hand at the head of the President, and after waiting for the fountain to refill, returns with sharpened appetite to pierce, wound, and if possible destroy the object of his implacable hate. The coolness and undisturbed bearing of Grant, under all these repeated displays of malignity, have the effect apparently, to strengthen and give point to the wormwood of his heart. While his warfare increases in its fierceness, and his resolution destroy and ruin is consuming him, and undermining his influence before the world, Grant puffs his cigar as tranquil and serene as if the world was laid under contribution to secure that end. If Sumner's ferociousness cannot be checked by any latent common-sense and judgment left him, Greeley should labor with him, and if, after proper effort and schooling, he is still contumacious, he should be thrown over the Liberal enclosure. His efforts, like those of madmen, generally, are increasing the advantages and giving his supposed victim position and power in a ratio far greater than the measure of defeat and injury accumulated upon the head of the Senator and his cause.

Whether all the rancor has yet been drawn out of Senator Sumner, or not, remains to be seen, but if not, and his animal and mental economy are capable of elaborating another supply, policy would suggest that it be opened in the usual way. By all means, let the victim have the advantage of it. Let President Grant and the country have, at least one more, evidence of how near a devil incarnate, an ambitious and disappointed politician can bring himself.

When any one talks to you about Greeley's nomination as a 'reform movement,' read him this passage from the Springfield Republican, the leading Greeley paper in New England:

"That some of the worst men in the country have donned white hats and are hurrahing lustily for Greeley is a fact patent to all who have eyes and ears. This is especially true of his own State. Hardly anywhere has his nomination commanded more demonstrative favor or more zealous support than among the New York politicians of both parties who whilom sat at the feet of Mr. Tweed and ran at his beck."

Or this, from the Cincinnati Commercial, the most widely circulated Greeley paper west of New York:

"It is true, we believe, that the Democratic party machinery of New York, including Tammany, is at work for Greeley. It is true, also, within our own knowledge, that some of the worst men in this community, those who have lived and fattened upon public plunder and are notorious schemers to empty the pockets of the many into the hands of the few, are Greeley men and most anxious to be known as such, obviously pushing themselves, hoping to have profitable recognition. That in Cincinnati which corresponds most closely to Tammany, is for Greeley. Our Boss Tweed is a Greeley man."

These paragraphs are of recent date, and tell their own story. It is, to say the least, loud home made thunder.