tion polls ir Maytown, on Tuesday, November 8, 1864, by Middleton Whitehall. But when the charge subsequently came before the Grand Jury, the bill was ignored; thereby sustaining men in committing outrages in direct defiance of the laws.

HENRY LYNCH.

The fourth case we have to chronicle is that of Henry Lynch, of Marietta. He was arrested by Carpenter, on the same day, and for the same purpose as the others. He was charged with being a deserter, which charge, unsustained as it was, furnished the necessary excuse for his arrest. He was conveyed to Lancaster and incarcerated with Mr. Morton in the County Prison, where he remained until the 10th, when he was released un conditionally. Nothing was afterward said to him about being a deserter. The charge had answered the purpose of his arrest, and that was sufficient for the perpetrators of the outrage.

These premeditated arrests had but one direct purpose-to prevent citizens from voting. These were but the victims. of the executed portion of a plot for the arrest and imprisonment of a number of other citizens named on the proscription lists. These gentlemen were known to be staunch and sterling Democrats, and so determined was the Marshal to serve his master, that no step was too vile for him to take in order to accomplish his end. His little soul being unable to conceive of any other method, he determined to deprive the above-named gentlemen of their votes, by arresting and imprisoning them, until after the election. But "time, that makes all things even," vindicates the innocent, rewards the persecuted, and inevitably punishes the persecutor.

HON. HENRY CLAY DEAN.

ON. HENRY CLAY DEAN, whose arrest and scan

HON.

dalous treatment we are about to chronicle, resides at Mount Pleasant, Iowa. He is a lawyer by profession, but more recently has earned considerable reputation as an author. In politics, he is a staunch but conservative Democrat. In 1863, at the earnest solicitation of friends, he concluded to address the people of his State on the issues of the hour, and endeavor, if possible, to stem the torrent of fanaticism then sweeping over the State. He, at various times and places, with a calm and temperate spirit, yet with the boldness of a freeman, discussed the questions which were then shaking the very foundations of the Union, and dis rupting and demoralizing society.

He had been preceded by weak, wicked men, who were stirring up strife as a daily avocation; thirsting for blood; retailing, with insane satisfaction, the details of some late murder, some heart-rending catastrophe, or savage slaughter of innocent children. They had learned themselves, and were teaching others, to laugh at the conflagration which laid cities in ashes. They felt that nothing had been well done where the black visage of war had not gone, or the track of the bloody foot of desolation had not been well im printed. Fury seemed to have become a virtue among those who should have been most calm. Violence was the watchword of those whose avocation was to teach meekness as a law of life, and love as the only preparation for the world to

come.

Ministers of the Gospel of Peace were teaching such lessons of cruelty, in such a spirit of violence, and in such language of intolerant malice, as made the ordinary mind, yet retaining self-control, grow sick. Judges of courts, whose duty it

was to keep the peace, in open defiance of the obligations of their oaths of office, in contempt of the long-established conservative character of the honorable profession in which they were educated, and to the great scandal of the ermine, went into the rural districts during the current session of their courts, and delivered harangues, appealing to the basest passions of human nature, encouraging crimes most obnoxious to the laws of the country, and indulging in language well calculated to light the whole land in a blaze of furious, endless lawlessness and civil war. Yet, in addressing the people, Mr. Dean found that, underneath all this party bitterness and strife, which were but momentary, there was a flood of good feeling, as pure as the waters that gush from beneath the Alpine mountains of perpetual snow. The masses of the people still loved each other, but were misled until their passions were hot as the burning sand, and explosive as gunpowder. When he spoke of renewing old neighborhoods, reviving Christian fellowship, and cultivating brotherly love, cheering smiles would play upon their faces, wild huzzas of good feeling would break forth from their manly lips, and tears would sometimes drive each other down their sunburnt cheeks, as they prayed the sweet spirit of Friendship to return, the Angel of Mercy to banish the Angel of Death, and the Genius of Christianity to again assert her supreme Bovereignty over society-over our divided, distracted, and wellnigh ruined country.

In these actions, in these speeches, consisted his offence. The leaders of the Radical party in the State determined to give him a quietus, regardless of consequences, and only waited an opportunity for executing their lawless desire for vengeance. The opportune moment for the gratification of their fiendish desire at length arrived. In May, 1863, he was arrested at Keokuk, while on his way from Quincy, Illinois, to Keosauqua, Iowa, to attend a meeting of the Democratic party. Mobocracy had run riot in Keokuk for many months, under the auspices of the officers commanding the post and having in charge the medical department. He had to pass

through Keokuk to reach the cars. Before he landed at the wharf, he learned that the "Gate City," the only paper pub lished in Keokuk, had demanded his arrest. Nearly every Puritan paper in the State had joined in the general howl. The tone of the press was like the bulletins issued in the dark alleys of Paris, or the handbills posted on the front of the buildings early on each morning, containing the death-warrant of some intended victim of assassination, in the most terrible days of the French Revolution. This issue of the paper was but the foreshadowing of the intention of malignant citizens of Keokuk. All the details of his arrest are not proper for the public eye.

His arrest was agreed upon as soon as his name was registered at the Billings House. Mr. D. was then, and is now, unconscious of having ever wronged or justly incurred the ill-will of any human being in that city, from any cause whatever. He called to see the Hon. J. W. Clagett, on business, and, while sitting on the porch with the Judge, saw a crowd approaching, who inquired for him, calling him by name. Instinctively aware that he was about to be arrested, he did not call in question their authority, for the following reasons:

First. Every soldier is under a most solemn oath, and a very severe penalty, to obey the articles of war, which forbid anything like the semblance of a mob.

Second. Every officer is held responsible for the discipline and conduct of his soldiers, and whenever soldiers become a mob, or engage in a mob, the officers are either corrupt or imbecile.

Third. A young man by the name of Ball, while in the office of the Provost Marshal, informed him, with the grin, and very much the tone of a Sioux Indian, that he wanted the boys to take their satisfaction out of him,' and that he now arrested him in due form, and accordingly handed him over to the Sergeant of the provost guard.

After his arrest at the house of Judge Clagett, Mr. Dean was placed in the front of the crowd, with a low-bred, insolent

man, who commenced asking him offensive questions, of which he took no notice. After hurrying him through several streets, a hollow square was formed, where he was taunted, threatened, and insulted, for a full half-hour. He was graciously informed that death was entirely too mild a punishment to be administered to a "Copperhead," who, in the choice language of their newspapers, was foolhardy and demented enough to venture through Keokuk.

The soldiers were all strangers to him, and were led on and prompted to their action by the Puritan clique, who had an unsettled account with him for some candid talk about the year 1860, when he was a candidate for Elector of the State at large, on the Democratic ticket, headed by the name of Judge Douglas.

These benevolent men thought Nature at fault, that she had not endowed him with at least four separate and distinct lives, that each of them might be entirely gratified in having him put to death in his own choice way. On the outside of the crowd there stood a merchant of thin visage, sharp nose, red head, and exceeding thin lips, who cried out, at the top of his voice, "He ought to be drowned, seeing the Mississippi is so close at hand," when there went up a yell of "Drown him!" "DROWN HIM!" "DROWN HIM!" Another of the malignants spoke up and said, "Drowning was entirely too easy and speedy a death for a Copperhead;" and cried out, Hang him!" "HANG HIM!" "HANG HIM!" Still another commenced, and the cry went up, "Shoot him!" "SHOOT HIM!" "SHOOT HIM!"

A fourth, with the murderous laugh of a Pawnee, said, "Burning would better measure out the allotted punishment, lengthen the scene of enjoyment, and minister more thoroughly to the gratification of the executioners." This gentleman found no response; his humanitarian idea evidently being in advance of his coadjutors. Every manner of insult and opprobrious epithet was used to jeer, mortify, and offend.

After being thus brutally treated, Mr. Dean addressed the crowd for a few minutes, and informed them that he had