The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1876-09-30
lnGERSOLL AGAIN.

again 10 our TthAfla "a sp''"HN" '' wv
merclcs, and yindiciiyc, but at time.
eloquent uttcrancrs OF Ineenoll
am opposud 10 the Democratic
party and I will tell you why Every
State that seeded from the United
States was Democratic state Every
ordinance OF secession that wus drawn
was drawn by o Democrat Every man
that endcayorrl 70 tear the old flag from
the heayen that " enrichcs was Demo
crat Every man that tried 20 destroy
this nation was Democrat Every
enemy this great republic has had ior
twenty years has been Democrat
Every man that shot .nion soldiers was
"A Democrat, IChrcrs That's so J
Every man that starved Vujpn soldiers
and refused them in tho extremity Of
death crust was Democrat Re-
neNcd cheering Every man that loved
slavery better than liberty was a Demo
crat The man that a,sas,iuAtcd Ahra-
ham Lincoln wa. a Democrat Every
man that ,ympatAilcd with the assassin
every man .llat VAS uad that the no
blest President ever elected Wa hssas-i-
mated Was o Democrat Every man that
wanted the privilege OF whipping an.
other man 10 make him work i0y him
fur nothing and pay him with lashcs ou
his naked back WA. a Democrat Every
man that saiAod bloOdhounds to pursue
human beings was n Democrat Every
man that olutohed from shrirkng shud.
derine. crouching mothers bat,, from
their breasts and sold them Into slavery
was a Democrat Cheers Every man
that impaired the credit Of the United
States, every man that wore We would
never pay the boads, every man tha,
awore we would never redeem th,
sresnbnrks, every mhligncr Of hi, coun.
trys orcdit, syory calumniator of his
countrys hon0g wa Democrat
Cheers
The past ri.e. before ne like q dream
Again We nfe IN the great struggle Tor
national life We hear the sounds OF
preparation tho music Of the bolster.
Gus drums-the silver voices of heroic
buglrs We So, thousands of assemble
scs. and hear the appealq ~ orators we
see the pale checks Of women. and the
flushed faces Of men. and IN those as.
Aemblnges we SEQ hll The dead whose
dust We have covered with tower, W.
lose sight Of them no more We are
with them when they enlist IN the army
of freedom. We .m them palt with
thos, they love Some ARC Walking for
the last time in niict woody place, with
the maitlens they adore W. hear the
whispcrings and the sweet VOWS 81 ct,r.
nal love a. they linrrrinsly pa,t foyey.
cr Othcr, are bending over cradle.
kissing babies that are asleep some
are receiving the blessing, Of Old men
Some are parting with mothers who hold
them and press them To their hearts
again and again. aud say nothing. and
some are talking sth wives, and Ell.
deayorine with brave word. spokcn in
the old tones to drive from thcir heart,
theawfil fear We see them part We
S,e the wife standing IN the door with
the babe in her atms---standinp in The
sunlight sohhms-at the turn of the
road a hand wayr,--shc answers by
holdrr hirh M her loving hand, m.
child Hei. pous. and forever
We see then, all A. They march
proudly away under The haunting aa,s
keepiur tims 10 the wild grand mnsi,
Of war-marchinn down tho STRAIT. nj
the Great ci,ies-tbro,isl IA. t,uns,nJ
across tn. prnirics--down IN The s,JJ.
OF glory IA do and 10 die (o,, the r,nrnsl
right
We 90 with them ON. and all ".
are by their side ON Nil IN, n,,y 6,ld.
I'm all the bn.pitals or pajn-nn III IN,
weary marches W. stand ,oarT ,,;J.
them in the wild storm and under tha
ouiet star. W. ,,s viii ,hnn' :, Wv
vines running viii iln,j. !" a., a..
rows of old fells ". or, with ,hsn,
between contendipg hosts unsbla ~
move Wild with thjrst 1he i;fIYstl
slowly AWAY among tba withars5 49,
We .e,. Than, ,ist IA III baII, xxi 80,
with shclls in m, ,rancb.. M. S,,,s ,,,.I
in the whirlyind of the cba,sc whAr.,
men become iron with nerves of sta,l
weare with them in the r,isons .,
hatred and famine nut buman srn.cb
can never tell what they endured
We arc At home when the news comes
that that they ars dead We ses thu
maiden in the shadow Of her 6r.t sor,
row. We see the silyrred head of the
old man bowed with the last grief
The mast rises hcf,r, ms al
four millions Of human bcircs GOV.
erned by the lash---we see them bonnd
hand and toot--we hear the strokes of
cruel whips-wc see the hounds track.
ing women through the tangled swami.
We see babes sold from the breasts a,
Cruelty unspeakable 0u
rage iniinitei : 'ol.. "dE"
Four millions bodies in cbains.-s,pr
souls in letters An the sacrsJ
relations of wife. mother father and
child tramplcd beneath the brutal feet
Of might And ali this MAS done un5e,
our own beautiful banner Of The free
The past rises before Ms We hon,
he roar and shrek of the hurs,ine
hall The hrok an Ga,,.r. E,l IN