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The Illinois 



VOL. IX. 



SPRINGFIELD, ILL., JAN., 1864. 



NO. 1. 



DEVOTED TO THE 



FAEM, THE ORCHARD AXD THE GARDE>5, 



PUBLISHED BY 



BAILHACHE & BAKER, 



SPRINGFIELD, ----- ILLINOIS. 



M:. ILi. r>XJNi..A.I», Editor. 



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^®~ExcHANGES and all matters pertaining to the 

 editorial department, must be directed to Illinois 

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 from which he is distant over eighty miles. ■ , 



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 advertising department. 



January. 



The figures are again changed, the 

 three has now become a four. Another 

 wave of time — a new volume is unroll- 

 ed, and to-day we make the first entry 

 in its open pages. The year just clos- 

 ed will live long in history; a year in 

 which ignorance and barbarism has 

 sought to crush out the happy homes 

 of the free, the lovers of social order, of 

 education, of refinement and of progress 

 in the world's art. The savages of the 

 wilds and the barbarians of the sunny 

 South have made common cause against 

 the in8titutionB,that are dear to a moral 

 and industrious people, and have met 

 them on the field of blood, but valor and 

 reckless daring hare been no match for 



the graduates of the district school an 1 

 of the industrial pursuits, and they have 

 turned back the wave of war, that would 

 have passed over them and returned 

 the bitter cup to the lips of the invader. 

 The poor misguided and vicious Indian 

 has sued for peace, but the barbarian, 

 ever true to the instincts of his tribe, 

 must be cut off from his kind and his 

 hearth made desolate, it is not for him 

 to save his family from ruin, he knows 

 no half way measures, he must rule or 

 ruin, be either master or slave ; and as 

 he is not to be master in this case, we 

 must push on the war until he is utterly 

 routed. There will be no peace until 

 our armies pass over every foot of soil, 

 from the Ohio to the Gulf, and have 

 laid waste the country. Until this is 

 accomplished, no laborer will return to 

 his home, no father will resume the 

 plow, no son will comeback to the farm 

 or the shop, no brother will make fond 

 greeting to his sister. We may there- 

 fore make up our minds that grim vis- 

 aged war shall stalk through the fields 

 of the South to crush out its system of 

 barbarism, to make it pass through the 

 fiery ordeal, where the wrongs of long 

 years shall be wiped out in blood. New 

 calls will be made for soldiers in the 

 field, and not all who plow and sow in 

 the spring shall reap in autumn , for the 

 continuanc of the war wiH be the great 

 work of the year, now just taking its 

 place on the stage of action. ;-i 



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