Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1864-04-02
THE EVENING NEWS.
SUPPLEMENT
Crossed the Rubicon.

In the times of the Roman Republic, it
was the custom to take criminals and trail
tors to the Tarpeion Rock and hurl them
headlong to ignominious death. The
thing now called Democracy has gone to
the fatal precipice voluntarily. In the be-
ginning of the rebellion it boldly crossed
the boundary of patriotism and became an
outlaw, It took on. e.eP too far and in
the very desperation of a malefactor, it
has gone onward and onward, until when
it would return, the sword of State re-
wolves in rapid circles, and it is appalled,
by the maledictions of loyal people.
Hell yawns in front, and the Sanias of
popular execration roll their thunders and
fame in their rear; and having committed
the sin objectionable in the gospel of pat
riotism, the guilty wretch becomes ANNA
ted with the desperation of the damned,
and leaps down into the black eternity of
infamy, like the outcast Lucifer from the
battlements of heaven.
81 am a Democrat" used to be as
proud an exclamation as was that other,
al am Roman citizen!" But, oh how
fallen and to what an unfathomable
depth Should a mailed warrior or a
robed Senator rise from the monumental
shadows where Caesar triumphed and
Rome wept and exclaim, &" l am Roman
CITIZEN" the mighty generations of centu-
ries would bow reverently. But should
the glorious old man at the Hermitage
unbar the shrine at which a great ma
ton worships, rising like Samuel IN the
dead days Of Israel, and exclaiming " l am
a Democrat :" the thearts of the, people
would shrink with shame that hero
flushed with the glory of Immortality
should pronounce a name so Infamous.
Who will say am Democrat" when
the sun of our national glory begins to
unfurl his dazzling splendors over all the
Great Republic: What hero Of this war
will ask the historian to record him a
Democrat Alas, for what was once
glorious, national and great Democracy
has become synonymous with treason I;
and is word contraband in the vocabu-
larry of patriotism, and at which the lip
curls in irreprcssible scorn, and the nos
trils culver as though tortured with an in
tolerable stencil.
Oh that brave old party which for
more than half a century bore the banner
of the new Republic so proudly, has be-
come infrm and faltering. When the
lightnings of war commenced to haunt the
skies, it fell upon its knees and continued
to offer its pitiful intercessions to naughty
rebels who spurned its shivering carcass
with their feet, and spat their secretions in
its blanching face. Nothing can heat the
watery blood of the importunate bastard.
The calls of a country in distress are in
vain; the decision of whole world is
impotent-there is Democracy down on
its marrow bones, with clasped hand and
upturned eyes, apostrophizing slavery and
watery-eyed peace
And vet this thing Democracy claims to
be the representative of an aristocracy.
An aristocracy whose only claim to the
title is the vulgar, sordid one of owning
negroes an aristocracy which can barter
its own offspring for gold; sell the child
from its mother, and dispose Of female
loneliness and virtue at auction-"an ar
istocracy whose only appropriate crest is
a trembling negro couchant, bloodhound
regardant, and CORY lash rampant'-Am.
Eagle.