June 6, 1863 – Editorial Excess
The whiskey in Chattanooga must be dreadful stuff, judging by its effect on the fancy of the editor of the Rebel. He says:
The North has at length reached this point of internal combustion. The entire entrails of its body politic are diseased through and through. The great veins and arteries which once poured such electric life and such a flow of pure blood into the national cerebellum are dried up and decayed. Festering sores and fatal boils have broken out in every part. The scarlet hues of inflammation are relieved only by the disgusting gashes and seams of mortification; whilst over all the great broad, brawny, stalwart skeleton and frame-work of law and constitution, that upheld the whole, is falling in broken fragments, and slipping off in bits of rotten bone. The end is certain, though it may be slow. We shall live to see the day when all that remains of the more thriving, aspiring, and wealthy half of the Union will be a few old bones whitening on the great waste common of nationality.