The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1866-09-28
The Pittsburgh ConycntIoD.

The Pittsburgh papers of yesterday
do not furnish any details especially
worthy of note in regard TO the great
Convention other than those already
published under our telee raphic head
The Convention has now adjourned. Ii
was great affair, far surprising, il
would seem, the expectation of all par
Elephants in it. Its influence upon the
country in this campaign will be meal
culable. The "Boys in Blue" all over
the land have been organized as it were
into grand army of the Republic by
the meeting ofthe Convention. They are
organized once more after the manner OF
their experience during the war, and
they Will act now as then from a COM
mon centre and under common i'm
pulse. That impulse will not be to
take up arms or to wage war with can
non and musket, but it will be to unite
in solid phalanx, ballot in hand, for
the preservation of what was SO hardly
and so costly purchased by means OF
the cannon and musket.
We find what we construe to be the
impulse of that vast gathering of sol
diers and sailors Mt Pittsburgh, in the
eloquent remarks made by james f.
Murdoch, a name not less illustrious
for genius than for patriotism. We
quote from his speech as follows:
Five years ago, on arriving in this
city of Pittsburgh to fill an engagement
in the Theater, l found awaiting me n
letter from my son, Thomas Forrest
Murdoch, whom l had left mere lad.
filling the place of n clerk in Cincinnati,
only "a few weeks before. At the cali
of the President Tor three months men.
he had joined the regiment of Cincin-
natl Znuaves, aud the letter informed
the that he would pass through Pitts
buTgh on his way To Washington, and
wanted my consent and blessing. We
missed each other When I arrived.
my boy had gone forward to the seat OF
war. This city ebbcd and flowed in a
mighty tide of enthusiasm, TrOons
were coming and departing, Men. wo
men, and children thrOnged the streets,
Shouts and cheers mingled with ms
martial music which filled the air.
What could I do? The boy of nine.
teen was marching tO confront the rebel
foe-the father acting tho. mimic hero
on the stage, and in n city where the
women passed the day in cheering
D
nights in tears over their desOlnte
homes, and in prayers for the prcservu.
ton Oftheir dear ones, and their denrcI
country. ] did not choose. found
myself in the ranks [Cheersl mt Luncas.
ter. met my boy and his companions
standing under arms. l was nh adopted
citizen of their State. They wanted a
speech, and found myself telling them
how tho place where they stood was tho
old campaign ground of men who
fought and starved with Washington
where tho snow had been marked bV
blood drawn from their shOeleAs feet,
! told them that there the flag OF their
country had trniled in the dust of the
very ground they stood on-not rs in
L,harI"ston, Scorned and insuIted, but
because sickness and famine had weak.
ened IN" sinewed arms, but not the
courage, OF the men who bore 1t; that
they were to prove themselves WORTHY
Of the parentage Ofiheir hero ANCESTOR
of Valley Forge; that they were able
and willing 10 teach the world Ib"I
neither foreign or domestic and should
J be laid in insult on tho emblem OF theII