The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-10-02
A Specimen Of How Bob Ingersoll
Speaks.

WHEN Co,onel Ingersoll faced his old
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apolis convention, TIC inspiration OF the
occasion caused him to give imprOmptu
r,tera,ce to tho following eloouent mas
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sage we ha'e never Iea'i my 'i'ins vi 'ho
kind equal to it, Ii proves him to be
natural-born orator. He vas recalling the
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Inc past rises before me ike uteaih'
Again we are in the great struggle Tor ma
tional life We hear the sounds of nrep.
aralion-the mueic Of the boisterous drums
the silver voices of heroic bugles. We
sea thousands of assemb'ages. and hear the
nnrcals of orators we see The pale checks
of women, and the flushed faces of men,
and in those assemblages we see all the
deo1 whose dust we have covered with
flowers. We lose sight Of them no more
We are with them when they enlist in the
great aim, &c f.~ola,n- w zee them part
from thoe they love. Some are wa king
for the Is time in quiet woody places with
the maldens they adore. We hear the
whisperlngs and the sweet vows of eternal
love as they lingeringly pait forever. OH
ers are bending over cradles, hi sing babies
that are asleep. Some are receiving the
blessings Of old men. Some are parting
who hold them and press them TO their
hearts again and again, and say nothing
and some are talking with wives, and en-
deavorng with brave words spoken IN the
old tones, to drive from their hearts the
awful fear. We zee them part. Wese
the wife standing in the door, with the babe
in her arms stancing in the sunlight sob
bing-at the turn OF the road hand waves
she answers holding high in her low
ing hands the child. lie is gone, and for
ever.
We see them all as they march proudly
away under the ilaunng flags, keeping
time to the wild, grand music OF war
marching down the streets Of the great
ciues-through Inc towns ana across the
prairies- down to the fields of glory to do
and to die for The eternal right.
we go win them one ana all, we are
by their side on all The CORY telds-in all
the hospitals OF PATTON all the weary
marches. We stand guard with tnem IN
the wild storm and under the quiet stars
We are with them in raVlnes running with
blood-in the burrows OF old fields. We
are with them between c0hltnd ne hosts
unable to move, wild vi h thirst, the life
ebbng slowly among the withered leaves.
We ste hem pie ced by balls and torn with
shells in the trenches by folts, and IN tine
whirlwind of the charge, where men te-
come iron, with nerves Of steel. We are
with them in the prisons of hatred and fam
inc; but human speech can never tell what
they endured. We are at home when the
news comes that they are dad. We see
the maiden in the sha low OF her first sor.
row. We see the silvered h al Of the old
man bowed with the last grief
The past rises before US and we see four
millions of human beings governed by the
lash we see them bound hand foot; we
hear the strokes of cruel whips we see the
hounds tracking women through tangled
swemps. We see babes sol from the
breasts of mothers. Cruelty unspeakable
Outrage infinite!
Four million bndies in chains--four mil