Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1864-09-14

of power, and twist it into bowstring
to cast YOU into this Bosphorus of wild
and mad rage and enthusiasm? Voices:
"They cannot do it."] do not believe
they can do it, but let the men stand
forth-nen who will accept the present
and all the future issues of this contest
in all the grandeur, if neec be, of accept
ed death. [Applause,] Men, like Mi
rabeau in tho French revolution, who,
when the populaee cried "Grand treason
of Count Mirabeau, and their voice rose
to the CRY when he marched to the trib-
une, and his friends whispered of danger,
said, 81 know it, and I come from it with
victory, or to be torn into fragments. =
TApplause. He came, as all men will
come when they rise to that sublime atti-
tude in public affairs where they strike
the stars, and point with their sovereign
fingers the path in which the people will
follow them. That is what we want, and
you will have Union, and you will have
peace with Union; that is the voice of
New York.
Who, in reviewing the last three years
and half, has not often despaired of the
Union and of the Constitution and Of
peace? How often have we thought
that the storm Of revolution would not
abate; that no subsiding wave would re-
veal the mountain top, and that the dove
of peace would fold at last her tired,
bafled wing, and sink to a cold, wild,
ocean gravel But here, under the aus
pices of the Democratic party, announc-
ing that they are for Union, they give
YOU promise of peace, under those auspi-
ces. When the windows are opened the
white winged messenger will come back
with the leaf plucked, the entire leaf, in
her mouth. Wait a little longer, and
when she goes forth again she will not
come back to US any more, for there will
be no more blood, no more tears, for the
face of the land viii be dry. Applause
But how will the patriotic hearts of the
people of the country thank you that you
have given them the promise Of restor-
ed Union, of a re-established COnstitu
ton? How will they thank yOu-the
first body of men that have assembled
within the last four years to utter any
political doctrines or principles-that, in
your calm deliberations, in your solemn
Judgment, you have closed your eyes for
one moment to the sound of martial mu-
sic, and the rustling of banners, and the
tramp Of armed men that you have turn
ed away from ensanguined fields, where
blood runs and men are dying, to breathe
an atmosphere of melodies only, and the
harmony and beauty of nature, where You
can listen for one moment to the songs OF
birds and the music of waterfalls. They
will thank God that, if We cannot have
an abiding and lasting peace we know
that we shall have, at least, a moment in
which to cool this quick round of the
blood and calm that wild and feverish
brow Of nations delirium, ere the gold
en- bowl is broken and the silver cord il
loosed forever and forever. Aye, and i
the Democratic party to-day was in pow
er. and it could send forth its note to tht
people Of this land, what chorus of sew
en-fold halleIujahs at the prospect tha
, the Union with the Constitution restored
and peace following, would be brough
6 home to them How many hearts woul'
thank YOU if there could be one sun, tha
. for one autumnal month would ripen tn
o fruits of the season without lighting tn
! way of contending armies to battle, t
|, murder and to sudden death; five coul
h gaze on one moon as it falls and wane'
whose pale, cold beams did not fall on te
thousand, twice ten thousand, new-mad
Il graves of the best and bravest men thu
Il ever knew mothers prayers, wife
It love, sisters smile, ard an old man
" blessing. [Applause,]
,e This, this, is the august task-ti
ID preservation of our Union; the re-estaI
/ kshment of our Constitution, and pea'
" to this distracted land-this is the augu
w task of the Democratic party. 1t stant
E. then, to day, proud in its history, con-
IN dent in the past, hopeful for the futur
n Yea, and from this point it moves fOrwal
k, to its great work. Come up then fro
m, the West, from the North, from the Eai
Ut and the central States. To-day Il
We shouts that 90 forth from this Convent,
C. of = Mcclellan, for the leader" cheer
RI shall blanch with deadlier hue the pal
D blooded check of Abolitionism, than d
I'd the cry of "the Champinn!" !" the Chal
n pionp' in the lists of TemplestOwe t
m cheeks of those who saw Wilfred of Iva
lot hoe appear to the rescue Of the fair I
zee becca. They think that the chair is dra7
yer to the funeral pile, that the shadows ha
,er changed on the dial; but we tell th'
nd to-day in reverence, none can do that /