The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1868-06-25
WHOLE NO. 1lO1. +.
From the Church Union. ]
A Modern .BObi

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tion. 1t looks now as if the Democrat
ic party we're gravitating very rapidly
toward that political bourne from
whence no party has ever been known
to return. They have tried desperate
ly in their descent to catch at some
well established principle. With one
hand the Chicago Times has seized the
suffrage idea, but either the de-
scent was too rapid, the laws and pow
ers OF grsyitation too inexorable, or the
party ore-doomed by fate, for this lay
ing held on right has only facilitated
their destiny. 1t is a case worthy the
tears of philosophers and historians, to
mark the many frantic attempts 0fth
conservator of the Constitution slavery,
intemperaBce, Rome, rum, and the dew
il, all embodied in one, to avert its
doom. Saekcloth and ashes have they
put on, and, like Jobs seven friends,
have come to them visitation ofnew
and old acqusintances. The Southern
churches, under the leadership of Stu
art Robinson and the Episcopal Meth
odist" bishops, have come as one man,
and are now condoIing her misery who
hath lived SO righteously. The Romish
Church, with accretions from the Bit,
ualistic elements, has come to our mod
ern Job, and sits in awful silence gaz-
ing at the grief Of departing, if not
despairing hopes. The rum interest,
which has played fast and loose, now
offers wine to make glad the sorrowful
heart of the doomed. The Sabbath
breakers and the supporters ofconcert-
saloons, in one rioting crowd, have
their chosen leaderin the saintly-visaged
Seymour, and this party is come and is
set down in sackcloth with the beloved
mourDer. -t.s
Anon, there appears the Old Line
Wing interest, that always did drink
its toddy regularly, and vote the Dem
oeratic ticket occasionally, now more
devoted than ever, come to bury and
not to praise this Cesar. Whatever re-
mains of the rebellion has been embod-
led and is now seated round to COM
plete this solemn circle ofgrief and woe.T
We cay that whatever remains of em--
bodied slavery-yes, of disembOdied re-
bellion, too, for old death itself is in the
ring, and grins horribly through a raw
head and bloody bones, and bears an
escutcheon or human skull, upon which
in fire blaze the letters X. x. K, and,
10! the whole circle of worthless rise,,
form ring, and commence the death
dance of the Ku Klux Klan:
Boll-ika, bubbliku, hellika hot!
Boil-ika negriku, devila pot;
Boil black blood Of big black man, ~
Drinka hotta blood, o Ku Klux KaDl
And with the Democratic party sit
ting in the midst, the seven most wor-
thy friends of the doomed and despair
full party sing this song with right
good sense and pertinency.
What can be done for the Democrat
ic party! is getting to be the question
| of the hour. Can it survive another
four years of life without the spoils of
object Can even the hero of hard
money and the inventor of greenbacks
save it, Is there not in all this nation
one man left who can delude and befool
the American people once morei The
incorruptible and cool-headed Grant
once Democrat, it is true--is but q
tantalizing hope. The Ku Klux might
in moment take off this impediment
more adroitly than they did the father
freedom, but what Rehoboam sits be-
hind him in the modest but incorrupt-
Colfax. They might send him after
the martyr President, too, but forty
senator's stand in row, and some of
them may be black before that time, and
what, if in their mistaken zeal, they
should get a visitation upon them in
the shape of a black President On the
whole, is it likely that the American
people would sit quietly silent while the
bravest and the most devoted ally of
the Democracy, the Ku Klux Klan,
smote down all their appointed rulers.
On the whole, we see no hope for them.
Money may buy few senators to q
single act, but scarcely is there money
enough in the Democratic pocket to
purchase a majority, since the growing
host is become altogether uncOntrolla-
Bile. What pitiful case! How do our
hearts move to help this party of such
honorable career again to glory! How
penitent is the Democracy! How meek
ly she endures her sorrow! g..
when the devil was sick, the devil saint
would be;
When the devil got WE'LL the devil saint was he"
Pardon the righteous iniquity of this
last stanza, supercilious fawners ana
hattererers Of great men; it is the apos-
tolic creed Of the Democratic party,
most righteous in her already too long
protracted voyagings up the willow
dipped banks of salt river. Cruel Re-
publcans of Chicago, what have you
done to this party, upon whose shout
ders rest the pillars of the Constitution
We are moved to pity. Is there no
hero but the great Radical Chief-Jus-
tice she can buyl Where's McClellanH
Perhaps Erred. Douglass would do.