The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1860-09-27
Carl Sl,NrZ on Douglas.


At the great Republican meeting in New
York city last week, Carl Shurtz, the eloquent
German orator ofWisconsin, was enc of the
chief speakers. lie paid his particular res
poets to Senator Douglas. In the course of
his speech, occurs the following telling"
passage:
Oh, there is justice in history He has at
last the idol of his dreams-the object of his
fondest wishes-for which he las laid so
many a treacherou, scheme--for which he
has turned so many sumersault--for which
he has struck so many blow al the peace
of the Republic, for which he has so often
prostituted himself and his followers, for
which he has hugged so many loafer, and
ihsulted so many an honest man, for which
he made every rum shop his headquarters
and every ruffian his friend-he has at last
the NJ tmination for the Presidency, but what
he has craved as blessing has come down
upon him as curse to be nominated, and
know that an election is impossible to be
voted for, and to know that every vote for
him is for Breckinridge or Lane whom he
hates, and every vote against him vote for
Lincoln, whom he does not love To be
voted for, and be aware that those who vote
for him work not for him but for themselves!
To be dead and living enough to be conscious
of death Oh, there is justice in history !!
Am exaSerating? Where is that mighty
leader. whose voice once called millions into
the field? At the street corners and
crossroads you see him standing like blind,
downfallen Ballisarus-not in virtue, not in
poverty bevy of political harlots surroun-
ding him, and begging for the miserabl obolus
ofa vote begging the Know Nothings, whom
he once affected to deSpise; begging the
Wings, whom he once insulted with his
brawling denuncations invoking the spirit
of Henry Clay, whom he once called black
hearted traitor Oh, but, poor Balisarus |!
The party ha,lots that surround him with
their clamorous beggi ig cry, stea! every vote
they receive for him and put into their own
pockets.
Where is the bold, powerful agiator, whose
voice sounded so defiant!y offevery contested
field Behold him on his sentimental jour
ney, vainly trying TO find his mothers home
and fathers grave. apologizing with squamish
affectation for his uncalled-for and indecent
appearance in public like one of the condemn
ed spirits you read of in the myths of by
gone ages, rest'e'sly porambnla ing the world
condemned to more terrible punishment
than Tantalus, who was tortured by an un-
earthly thirst, with grapes and water within
reach-more terrible than that of Dannites,
who had to pour water into the leaky cask-
for he is condemned to deliver that old speech
of his over and over again. [Applause and
cheers and laughter As often as he arrives
OF botol tbot hos n holcoor often hiS
hasty journey is arrested by a spontaneous
gathering, when you hear a subterranean
spectral voice cry out my great principle of
sovereign atoning for the evil deeds he COM
mitted in his bodily existence. prolonged
laughter and cheers. Not long ago, he haunt
ed the railroad crossings and clam bakes of
New England then the crossroads of the
South, and the ehasty apparation was last
seen in this neighborhood. Prolonged langh
ter and cheers. Where is that formidable
party tyrant whose wishes once were com
mands who broke down sacred compromises
with mere stroke of his finger whose very
nod made the heads of those who displeased
him fly into the basket whose very whims
were tests of Democracy Where is he who
once, like Macbeth, thought himself invul-
nerable by any man "who was of woman
born; inyincible, great.
---"Till Birnam wood
Do HE to Dunsinane hill,
Should come against him."
Like Macbeth, he has believed the fends
-'That paltered with him in double sense"
and there he stands, tied to the stake of his
nomination. .'.....
Gle cannot fly.
And, bear like, he must fight his course"
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