The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1855-04-12
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The following daguerrotype likeness Of
that mysterious parsonage, commonly call
ed "Sam," was drawn by the hand Of the
eloquent Rayner, of North Carolina. It is
picture worth looking at.
"There is certain parsonage abroad in
the land, at the sound of whose voice the
shackles of party drop from the hands Of
our people, like those of Paul and Silas at
the approach of the angel, Although the
echo of his footsteps is not heard yet to the
demagogue and party hack, he is as terri
BILE as an army with banners" He is no
magician, and yet touch of his wand;
like that of the spear of Ithuriel, causes
the mask to drop from the face of hypoc-
risy, and exposes selfshness and bigotry
in all their deformity. He comes with his
sian in his hand, and he purges the floor"
as he goes. They can him "Sam," But
it is not ''Uncle Sam" Uncle Sam is ven
cradle in years, with a sound head and an
honest heart. But he is growing old and
in form bowed down with heavy burdens
which the lazy, and avaricious, the cunning
and selfish, have heaped upon his shoul-
ders and compelled him to wear. This per-
son to whom | allude is his first born and
dutiful son. He has come to his fathers
relief With all the wisdom and honesty
of his sire, he possesses the buoyancy vig-
or and strength of youth His muscles
are elastic and his sinews tough, His mis-
sion is to visit every city town and hamlet
in the land, He is equally at home in the
mansion of the great and the cottage of the
lowly. He takes his seat at the council
board of the wise, and ministers at the
couch of the afflicted. He whispers the
words of hope, which nerves the arm of
the mechanic in his workshop, and walks
beside the farmer as he turns up the fur
rows of his field. His march is ever on
ward He passes rivers at bound, scales
mountains at leap, and through swamp
and forest he never loses his way. He
never stops, except to drop tear upon the
grave of some revolutionary hero, for his
heart is as tender as his nerves are strong
He watches around our dwellings when we
are asleep, and slumber never weighs heavy
on his eyelids. He carries in his hand the
flag of his country, which has so often
withstood the battle and the breeze. The
halo of freedom beams upon his counte-
nance, and the enemies of the Union fly at
his coming, likes kites and crows at the
eagles swoop. He never strikes without
warning, but when he does, the edge OF
his claymorc sewers joints and marrow, and
hecatomb falls at every blow. The creed
of his faith is the constitution of his coun-
try, and Luther and Washington are his
examples of religious and civil freedom
Bars and bolts cannot screen the machine
ry of midnight caucuses from his ken, and
convent walls cannot be built too high for
him too scale. Chattering demagogues
grow dumb at his approach, and bishops
mitre and Jesuit's robe fall from the head
of pampered insolence and skulking kna-
very at its touch. He cheers the heart of
the honest, patriotic and good, with the
smile of a hero at their country's deliver
ance-and to the wicked, the hypocridcal
the selsfh he speaks their day of doom.
After having gone his destined round, he
will finish his hbors by lashing, with the
thongs of popular Indignation, from the
temple of Legation at Washington those
who are dcscrcting freedoms altars by Of
fering victimes to political idols. After
such a herculean labor, he will need at least
four years repose, which he will spend in
the "White House." When he retlres
again to private live, he will leave his war
ming admonition with his countrymcn, to
preserve our institutions from evil and cor
rupting tendencies of foreign and Roman
Catholic influence; and to maintain and de-
fend the Union, to cherish cordial, habit
ual and immovable attachment to it accus-
toming themselves to think and speak OF 1t
as the palladium of their political safety
and prosperity; and watching for its preser'
walton with Jealous anxiety"
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