Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1866-05-03
We Will Not Die.

We Will Not Die.
The Republican papers say Democracy is
dead The radical lecches which would
suck corruption out of corpse say, Demo-
cracy has given up the ghost We fail to
see it. For years we have stood by its sick
bed side. For years we have laved its brow,
and drenched its wounds. For years we
have watched beside it in the ugly prisons
and dark cells Lincoln consigned it to-have
stood in the face of mobs-havc helped it
through gauntlet of trals-have at times
thought the dear soul of liberty found in
Democracy alone had fled, but thank God,
truth is eternal and Democracy still lives.
"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,
The Eternal years Of God arc hers'
Democracy is not dead nor can it be killed
by man or devil-tyrant or clown-usurpcr
or aat-boatman, by fool or coward.
"The mills of God grind slowly.
But they grind exccedh BIZ small
Though with patience stand he waiting
With cxactness grind lie all''
When Democracy is dead the people will
be slaves. When Rcpublicanism lives, peo-
pie will be in rags, dirt, debt, and taxes
The tree of liberty is the tree of Democracy.
The voice of the people is the voice of God.
The storms may drown the voice for a time
but storms die away and the voice of God
will soon again be heard. AS n Democrat
We WW not die /!
Day follows night!
Sunshine follows storms
Smiles follow frowns!
Kind words follow bitter ones
Love follows hate, as hate follows indiffer-
cnce
Peace follows war
''God moves in a mysterious why,
His wonders to perform.
The Democracy which our enemies say is
dead was only sleeping. 1t is now waking
from the military night mare, aud millions of
rcgcnerated people are singing pcans in its
praise. Democracy will not die. Prisons
have mouldered its cont-minions of des-
potic power have pushed it to the wall
mobs have have hung it to trccs-cowards
have left it wcltcring in blood--hatc has pro-
scribcd it-fauatics have cried it down.
tyrants have ground it under their despotic
hcels-thorsand OF thieves in the garb Of
patriots have robbed it of vcsturc and raj
ment-but thank God the spirit Of Demo
cracy is eternal and every drop Of blood shed
in its defence will expand into Il temple of
libcrty-rvrry sigh from It's wounded heart
will be song Of joy--cycry limb torn from
the tree will grow into monarch of the
torest-cvcry little prayer in its behalf will
be an anthem Of joy reaching the ears of the
Eternal ard full of blessings for the future.
We ~W not die, till our eyes have seen the
glory Of tie new resurrection. The day is
coming wien into dust will be ground those
who have sought to cnslayc the people, aud
when all who were tyrants on the soil of
America will rot uncarcd for and cxecratcd
by millions. Democracy is not dead. 1t
cannot die, We shall live to see its wounded
tor-l again monarch Of the land, and those
who sought TO assassnate the spirit of liberty
calling for mountains and rivers to fall upon
them. Courage, Democrats? Courage. in
suited people Stand firm yc hardy sons Of
freedom.
The magic spell is broken. The rcvcl of
defeat and feast of blood is well nigh ended.
The race Of our robbers is well nigh rum
Stand brothers in defence of principle, for
we will not die till Democracy lives to
tramplc the accurscd isms Of the land into
the dust our enemies have rcddeucd with the
blood Of liberlys martyrs.
Buffers BuMps. New York phrenolo
gist has been examining General Buffers head
and has furnished the public in the shane of n