New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-08-08
THE aHOuLs oP POLITICS.

1t is always difficult to realize the fact
of death, that the being so recently a
breathing, thinking, loving creature, is
now nothing will soon be worse than
nothing, an object to be removed from the
observation Of the senses. ut is not, can
not, shall not be, exclaims the unrecon-
ciled bereaved one, and fondly clings to the
dear remains as long as possible. But,
after time, even the best beloved are
consigned to the darkness of the tomb,
and only in the memory of fond survivors
have they place on. earth. Asst is with
individuals, so it is with institutions.
They have their rise, their MONDAY splen-
dor, their decay Young as our country
is, it has seen the death of an institution
older than civilization, and whose roots
were so widespread and so deeply embed
ded in the hearts and prejUdices of large
proportion of our people that nothing less
than the earthquake of revolution was suf-
ficient to eradicate them. Upon this giant
tree, sheltered by its branches, nourished
by its fruit fourished the great Demo-
cratic party. For years past it has had no
other support. That being gone it staggered
feebly on for a while, then died of starya-
ton. The nation buried it; not with tears
and lamentations as we bury strong
man cut off in his prime, but soberly and
respectfully, yet cheerfully, as we inter
the superannuated. Req,descut IN pace is
the sentiment Of every sound mind
in contemplating its decease. But
there are unsound minds that can
not recognize facts; minds to which
the proofs Of dissolution which
the remains of the once great organization
have so long and SO plainly given, are in
sufficient; minds which protest against
the burial, ,denounce the funeral ceremo-
MES so recently and so solemnly per-
formed at Baltimore as hasty and prema-
ture, and insist upon disinterring the pre-
cious remains. "You take. my life, cry
they, ''when you do take the means where
by live" For years they lived upon the
Demoeratic party, as it in turn lived upon
slavery. Now both are dead, the latter
turned to dust; the former so newly buried |
that its desperate followers, such as we
have described, refuse to believe the fact, |
and still haunt the graveyard where it
hes, hoping yet to obtain support
from its decaying remains. These are the |
ghouls of politics; gaunt and CHASTITY !
company, weak and diseased in body and |
mind Not hopelessly so, however.
Let them quit their graveyard haunts;
leave the remains of the great deceased, |
that which was the Democratic party, to /
sleep in peace, and. turn their attention to |
living matters. There is a place for them
as for every other human creature in the
Of the world, and if they are to
be still longer cut of from their chosen
Of serving their fellow-citizens
IN some public capacity, there are plenty
Of private avocations wherein bread may
be honestly earned, and in politics they
may do as their wiser neighbors and
yhilom companions have already done,
oury their old prejudices beside their dead
party, and take hold with the earnest
workers who are now moving the country
% its uttermost limits in the cause of
rue patriotism. Surely that's better than
he occupation of a ghoul.