The Louisville Journal
1, 1864, page [?]3
of New Jersey.
State at Large.
Marshall, of Bracken.
T.A. DUKE, of McCracken.
B.L. RITTER, of Christian.
T.C. WINFREY, of Cumberland.
J.P. BARBOUR, of Washington.
W.F. BULLOCK, of Jefferson.
A.H. WARD, of Harrison.
GEO. S. SHANKLIN, of Jessamine.
W.A. HOSKINS, of Garrard.
HARRISON TAYLOR, of Mason.
Bramlette left the Capital on Monday last for the mountains. He will not leave
the mountains until he has set them in a blaze for McClellan. Governor
Bramlette is deservedly an especial favorite with the men of the mountains.
They have especial reason to know that he is true if there is truth in man.
His lofty patriotism and kindling eloquence must prove resistless with the
In the Presidential election of 1864, George B. McClellan carried only three
states: Delaware, by barely 200 votes; New Jersey, by some 7,300 votes; and
Kentucky, by about 36,510 votes -- an astounding 69.8%.
Even so, Lincoln fared much better in his native Kentucky in the 1864
election than he did in 1860, when he received less than one percent of the
popular vote statewide and a total of one vote in the entirety of Adair
Saturday, October 1, 1864, page [?]3
COLONEL FRANK WOLFORD. --
In compliance with a request of Colonel Wolford, we lay before our readers the
following note, with the included correspondence:
Ky. Sept. 28, 1864.
To the Editors of the Louisville Journal:
Permit me, through your
paper, to give to the public a copy of some papers that I have in my
possession, as follows:
Ky., Sept. 19, 1864.
Frank Wolford, Esq:
I have the honor to
transmit herewith a copy of a telegram received from General Burbridge,
ordering you to return at once to Louisville, and remain there until
officially relieved from the parole given you by the President. Please state
what action you will take in the matter.
Very respectfully, your
114th Reg U.S.C. Inf.
Colonel T.D. Sedgewick:
Serve the following order
on Frank Wolford: You will return at once to Louisville and remain until
officially relieved from the parole given you by the President.
By command of Brevet
J. BATES DICKSON,
Ky., Sept. 19, 1864.
Sir: I have the honor to
say, in reply to your note, that I will go by Lexington, and see General
Burbridge, and go to Louisville, if I cannot make better arrangements with
him. I am, sir, your obedient servant,
I saw General Burbridge at
Lexington on the next day, September the 20th, and agreed to come to
Louisville and remain here a few days, until he should have time to telegraph
to the President, which he said he could do in a day or two, promising me that
he would inform me of the result. I have been here eight days, during which I
have heard nothing from General Burbridge or from the President. If they do
not intend to give me a trial I hope, for the sake of common decency, if not
for the sake of justice, that they will leave me alone.
P.S. General Burbridge
admitted that he was not instructed by the President in the matter.
As it is now full two
weeks since Colonel Wolford formally surrendered his parole to the President,
who in the mean time has neither directed the Colonel to be taken into custody
nor communicated with him in any way, although he has been all the time within
easy reach of the President's communications, and not withstanding the
application which we must assume that General Burbridge has made pursuant to
his [?]stipulation with Col. W., the just presumption is that the
President has accepted the surrender of the parole, and has dropped the case.
No other presumption is consistent either with the facts or with the official
integrity of Mr. Lincoln. Colonel Wolford unquestionably is to all intents and
purposes officially relieved from the parole he gave the President. As for the parole "given" him "by the
President," if there was one, we think we may safely venture to say that
the Colonel without hesitation and with great pleasure relieves the President!
We trust the matter is now ended to the mutual satisfaction of the parties.
We publish elsewhere in
the Journal of this morning a report of the principal part of Colonel
Wolford's speech at Richmond on the day he received General Burbridge's order
through Colonel Sedgewick. The speech is worthy of the speaker and of the
cause. Let no one fail to read and ponder it.
We cannot forbear to point
out a single passage of the speech as especially admirable. Referring to the
right of the people to be secure in their houses, papers, and effects from
unreasonable searches and seizures, Colonel Wolford, with a felicity of
sentiment which the most gifted orator might envy the war-worn and
weather-beaten hero, says:
This is the most delicate of all the rights of the citizen. There is
something in it that I cannot utter. There is a refinement somewhere there
which I cannot reach. The free man's sacred home, the shelter of his wife and
family, his and their private effects, the family secrets, the secret papers
containing their plans, their hopes, their fears, and the deep love of their
hearts; -- who could sin against human nature by wishing even to see them? But
even this sacred right has been repeatedly and brutally violated by Mr.
Lincoln's orders without any just cause or any prospect of good resulting
This is more than true
eloquence. It is of the essence of moral beauty. Moreover, it is
characteristic of the man. Under the rough exterior of the soldier, Colonel
Wolford bears the refinement of a Christian gentleman, and the sensibility of
a poet. His heart is as pure and bright and fresh as a morning of May. His
instincts are all noble. He is a fine representative of the heroic
mountaineers among whom he was born and bred. A man of the mountains, his
speech and action tell ever of the sturdy virtues and simple grace of his
native region. He combines pre-eminently the simplicity of childhood with the
power of ripe and full-orbed manhood. One thus strong and artless and true
seems almost out of place in the crooked world of politics. And Colonel
Wolford is indeed a kind of political wonder. When we think of him as among
the politicians, we are reminded oftentimes of a sea-shell, which, though
externally rugged, conceals in its bosom the softest and most exquisite hues
of this upper world, while it breathes to alien ears the subtlest melodies of
its ocean home. Look at him superficially, and he is a rude countryman. Open
him with the knife of trial, and he is radiant with the perfect beauty of
honor. Put your ear to his lips, and you hear in its simplest and sweetest
tones the soul-subduing music of human nature. Frank Wolford is a man whom
Kentuckians may well delight to honor and cherish.