Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1868-05-28
Democratic State Ticket.
TO THE DEMOCRACY 0EvINToN
COUNTY.

John W. Webb, of Mahoning'
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TO THE DEMOCRACY OF VINTON
COUNTY.
This year will be memorable one
in history, Thcyear that was rung
in by joy-bells and welcomed with
hosannas, may be tolled out by the
funeral strokes over the corpse of
the American Republic. The con-
duet of the government has fallen
into evil hands. Evil hearts guide
and control the councils of the ma
tion. The Union has already been
divided by tho plotting traitorsat
Washington, and that aftcra war to
keep it inact, in which millions of
our brothers pcrishcd by the sword.
The Supreme Court, the great bull
wark of American law and liberty,
has been shorn of its high dignity
and curtailed of its lawful powers.
The Executive is despoiled Of his
constitutional powers and preroga-I
tives. A military despotism swaysl
the fairest portion of what was our
former Union. In the General of
the army we have an official respon-
sible to no tribunal for his sins of
omission or commission. He can
not be tried by court-martial, for, if
our memory plays US no trick, the
army regulations require that at
least two members of the court shall
be of rank corresponding with that
OF accused. In striking down civil.
law and placing it in subsection to
bayonets, and creating Grant a mill
tary Dictator, the Congressional
traitors have quietly drifted the.
country into a despotism in fact,
although they pretend to keep up.
the forms of o republican govern
ment. The public credit is rapidly
.depreciating, the public debt is as
rapidlyaugmenting, ,taxesincreasing
aud the confidence of tho people in
their rulers becoming sadly shaken
and unsettled. The public mind is
hcaving and boiling and surging
like sea in storm. The ship of
state is being driven before the
tempest, with sails riven to robbons,
and masts swapping like pipe-stems,
by tho fury of the storm. The
heavens are dark as night, and the
lowering clouds inlSy black and big
with the volleying thunder. Ever
and anon the lightnings flash re-
veals the breakers just ahead, with
the mad waves leaping and break
ing on the rocks of doom, and
shouting like demons welcoming a
lost soul to the abode Of the damn
cd. Far as the eye can reach we
can see nothing but the rock-bound
coast of anarchy, upon whose DESC
late beach we discover the wrecks
other ships of state, whose destruc-
ton date far back into the centuries
that were gray before our own re-
public was born. Our own vessel
appears doomed. The helm man
has been stricken down at his post,
the captain is manacled and i'm
prisoned in his cabin, the crow have
mutinied, broken into the spirit
room, and their shouts and bias
phemies uprise and minglo with the
bowling Of the storm. We are
driven closer and closer upon the
breakersl The rebounding spray
as the mad waves dash upon the
rocks dcluge our deck God help
the good old ship in this hour of
fearful peril | OF how she groans in
every. timber, if conscious of her
approaching fHtc, and her groan is
like the wall Of q lost spirit on the
b not 70 latS, O. Damocrat 10
save the vessel whose keel was laid
amid the blood and carnage and
storms Of battle, when onr fathers
snatched the priceless jewel Of lib
erty from the crown of,tyranny.
Strong arms and stout hearts, will, |
ing to breast the leaping pillows and
face tho bowling tempest are all
that are wanted. The present crew
must be tossed to tho mercy Of the
storm they have evoked, Tho YES |