Des Arc citizen., 1860-09-05

| y (which you could not win at home, and which your misguided zeal and closet the- ories would tumble into ruins here! Lis ten! and dare not, upon your honor as men. pervert the freedom won by the blood of our sires, and shared by us, with us, with you, to the overthrow of the consti- stitutional faith pledged by our generous fathers!
 Listen to it-Exiles of Erin! IL is the voice that welcomed you to country and home, when tyranny drove you forth from the loved land of your fathers It is the voice that insprted you, when you have so often rushed through the red tide of battle to repay, with your gallant bleod, the debt of gratitude you owed the land of Washington! It is the summons to that same noble conflict which you have main- tained for three-quarters of a century, with undying fidelity, upon the battle field and at the polls.
 Listen to it--Sons of the Gael! It is the Pibroch that summons Highland and Lowand to the path of patriotism and duty. It is the appeal for justice to race too proud to do wrong, and too sternly brave to suffer one. It is the same battle call of the weak against the strong that has, for a thousand years, summoned your loyal clansmen to the .harvest of death v Listen to it--"Children of the Promiser' It is the proclamation of the inviolability of the National "Covenant Listen to it--Men of all religions it is the voice that disenthralled you--dragged you from an unholy alliance with the pow CTS of earth, planted you on "the faith of mankind
 Listen to it--Humanity! It is the ''life- march of your vanguard, as they move forward, with high spirits, upon the battle field.
 Listen to it--"Sons of the Sires of'76 '" It is the reverberation of that ever deepen ing music, which, for thousand years, has heralded the advance of Saxon liberty and Constitutional rights, even to it's cul- imitation in the blood stained lrumphs of our revolutionary fathers! It is the voice of your people-the grand anthem of your fatherland!
 Listen to it-'Spirit Of the mighty dead ? It is the exultant shout of your undegene rate children, as they deploy on the last great battle field of the Constitution, equal ny and the Union! It is the prolonged echo of the VOW of three generations of your children to maintain inviolale the na- tionality and brotherhood, won by your toll and blood, and to transmit the banner under which you conquered, to their own children, without stripe torn or star lost. It is the voice ofthe present -echoing the heroism of the past!
 Listen to it--Ghosts of departed isms! And answer that shout with the 'wal of the lost" as you sink deeper into that ob livion, to which the patriotism and good sense of the American people have con- signed you!
 Listen to it-Thou last and most hide- ous of isnss! It is the death-song of thy hopes! It is the wall of the "Banshee," that already means through the rafters of thy doomed wigwam.
 Listen to it-Once again, Democrats It is the remembrance of past triumphs and past glories The summons to new struggles, and the hamburger of new hopes! It calls to arms in an ''hour that tries mems souls"-an hour when the very safety of the Republic quivers at every blow that is struck Woe to the recreant who an swers not at the roll call of the "Grand Army" of Saxon liberty.
 Children of Me invincibte Democracy. To .arass!