The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1877-06-15
The Death or the Democratic Party
Tildcn Did II.

Tilden Did II.
Over all the land wall of sorrow has
gone up for Mr.. Tilden. No later than last
Tuesday morning he posed as the demo-
cratic Moses to lead his party out Of the
wilderness; now lies he in the pit Of the
impossible and not swallow-tail or short
hair so poor as to do him reverence.
We hoped better Of him. In our turn we
admired him. The fame Of the Ring
breaker went before HIM all over the land.
From his seat in the Governors chair at
Albany he seemed able to vault at bound
into the White House. The work OF
true, private but respected citizen.
but the strength for bound into the Presi-
dency in 1880 was believed to lie latent IN
his muscles. Alas +. alas On Tuesday
night this fond illusion vanished. Instead
of the '.unterrlfed" athlete. too proud in
ter sulky word of the battle he
had lost, we beheld clean and
slippered pantaloon" piping in doting
treble Of the wrongs he had endured at the
hands of those who had overthrow him.
1t was o sad spectacle. Maudlin tears
seemed yelling from the eyes which we
had pictured rs glowing with the bold
gaze of the gladiator, conscious OF
the ability to roll his antagonist in
the dust when next they entered the arena.
Mr.. Tilden, we know, is an able man. He
has done services to the State and the city
which we should be sorry to see forgotten.
He has served his party also with degree
Of ability and faithful zeal which gives him
a high rank as partisan politician. That
he is going to spend the remainder OF his
days in whining and complaining that he did
not get the reward he thought himself en-
titled to will bring upon him contempt
greater than his worst enemy could desire.
The American people are manly people;
they do not like tears, especially public tears.
They like to see q man take his beating with
a smile and with good humor. They des-
pise ''soreheads." and think man had better
not nurse his disappointments, but go ahead
and do his duty with cheerfulness and con-
tentment. And here comes Mr.. Tilden, with
band Of music and table Of funeral baked
meats, and tiaunts his woes in their impa-
tent and contemptuous faces The little
street boy who said to his companion. eff
you'll give me piece of your cake III show
you my sore toe" had ut least the excuse
for his action that it had the appearance Of
a commercial transaction; but poor Mr.. Til
dens gratis exhibition stands in different
and less respectable category
When Tweed looked over the papers in
Ludlow Street Jail containing the speech of
Mr.. Tilden we are certain he said to him.
self that he would sooner stay where he is
than stand in Mr.. Tlden's shoes. 1t was
once thought that Tweed and his Tam
many brigands had given the demo-
cratic party SO foul O name that there
was no national future before it. Then
arose Tilden, like second Ajax lebanon
amid the darkness round the democratic
host, praying for light; nay, storming Heaven
with manly protestations that he and other
unsullied democrats were ready to do battle
if the clouds of infamy were dissipated. He
was taken ut his word. rush Of light
came for the party and for him-a tidal wave
Of it-and the Tammany gang went scurry-
ing in oil directions like clouds before
wind. Samuel became the standard bearer.
He went to battle He was beaten, and
now Ajax shrinks into mourning Micaw-
Der. On Tuesday morning everything was
within his grasp. Now NIL is lost. The
poor party that trusted him he has stabbed
in the back, and its carcass is now in condi-
ton to be given to the crows. Very sad !!
After sixty years Of vigorous life, after rul-
ing the nation for thirty-two years, placing
President after President in the White
House-men with fibre, all the way from the
Old Hickory of Andrew jackson to
the Bending Willow Of Buchanan-and
surviving its terrible defeats in and during
the war, it retained wretched remnant of
breath to these days, only to be given
the coup de grace by trembling aspen Of
man whom it once believed to be as tough as
an oak and as straight as a sugar pine.