The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-06-18

The Cue or Success for GrceIey-Lager
and q German Barbecue.
We fear that the opponents Of Horace Gree
ley have made serious mistake in imagining
that he has no chance whatever of attracting
the German vote. 1t is conceded Subject to
that the Irish democratic vote will be solid for
him, his cold water propensities to the con-
trary Notwithstanding; and, as he was able to
hold the sympathies of the Celt while
tickling the Teutons during the Fran
co-German war, let his enemies not
underrate his ability to ride in on the German
as well as the Irish horse at the November
election. They tempt the Fates who are
cynical about Greeley and tho sons of Water
land they stand on the verge of an abyss,
into which it only requires the turn of q
tumbler to tumble them. We say this with an
emphasis and depth Of meaning which would
be perfectly Sybilline were we not like the
courteous ghost that Shakespeare longed
| for, about to 'blab it out" When
that ancient philosopher of eccentric habits
of dress-Socrates done violence to
the feelings of certain pious Athenians
he was condemned to drink cup of hemlock;
and there is little doubt to-day that, had he
only stopped little from his philosophic scorn
of Attic usages and beliefs, the world would
never have to mourn over martyrdom. The
picture of the grand old Philosopher accepting
his doom with cheerfulness and resignation,
and looking sublime in spite of his shocking
bad suit of clothes as his snub nose emerged
from the beaker Of poison, is one we would
not wish to see repeated in the present age.
Herein also is world of meaning. The
world has grown fonder of its teachers, and
rather than the hemlock of defeat should be
pressed to the lips of the Socrates of to-day
we chalk out royal path Of success for him,
under which will be buried forever the odium
Of his old white hat the whimsicality of his
white coat and the belittling influence of his
bad boots.
The Germans are doubtful say the friends
of Horace; the Germans are irreconcilable,
say his enemies. Why is it SOP Has he not
befriended the German immigrant? has he not
fought the German battles in the paper erst-
this bitter enmity? Like the voice of
"brewing" storm sweeping from afar over the
prairies of the West, lifting and rustling
through blonde Teutonic locks and rattling
the crystal in half million of spectacles,
comes in hollow tones Of thunder the one
word-lager. 1t has an angry vehemence,
a gurgle of hate as of o beer cask
losing it's last half-pint of liquid. We have
heard it and the Philosopher has heard it
until the very odor accompanying it has made
him, unaccountably to himself, reel and stag
ger, as if barrel or two of the beverage had
slid down his esophagus unknown to him.
The word is big with the fate of Cincinnati
and Of Horace. Therefore, since we cherish
his hope of success, we solemnly advise him to
be warned in time. Let there be no mincing
the matter. He is hale, well-preserved old
Philosopher, and has laid out no end of work
for himself during the canvass, all of the most
wearing kind. He would make five to six
stump speeches per diem, preside over two or
three agricultural or philanthropic societies
every evening, dictate couple of hundred let
ters in the intervals to his smiling private sec
rotary, and endeavor to support these hercu-
lean labors on Graham brown bread and iced
milk. We pour a word into his ear which
will obviate all this wear and tear of brain and
body; let him walk into the nearest bier gar-
ten, accompanied by his private secretary, and,
slapping the perspiring son of Germany on
the shoulder, call in his most seductive
tones for z,oei lager. Then let him
drink it off at draught, call for mach
z,oei, and tell the German to chang
it up to Horace Greeley" The news
from saloon to "garten" on the wings of
the wind the glass out Of which the amber
fluid rolled riotously round his philosophic
palate will be carried in the next procession in
the hand Of the girl who represents Die Wacht
am Rhein, and Greeley for Germania will
echo through the land. And the Philosopher?
Elate at his feat and feeling the cheering in
fuence Of the lager invigorating him, he will
take in every beer house on the route to the
Liberal headquarters, repeating the perform
ance at the first. Arriving at the headquarters
he will give the bushels Of papers awaiting his
attention q contemptuous kick, and, amid the
cheers Of the committee, order ten gallon
cask Of lager to be preached on the Secretary's
armchair and then invite the crowd to drink
No more speeches; no more agricultural and
philanthropic chairmanships; no more acres
Of foolscap for his indefatigable secretary to
cover; no more Sphinxitic enigmas for printers
to decipher The first grand German ratif-
cation of the ticket will be barbecue, with
pretzels, Bologna sausages and lager
for the multitude. The Philosopher
will signify his adhesion to German ideas
by drinking with everybody that asks him,
by the increasing rotundity Of his proportions,
and good deep lager-toned chest note in his
articulation, instead of his usual tremulous
treble, as he calls some rash Grant man on the
grounds villain and liar. The headquar-