The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-01-31

must be regarded as defunct. The mOdus !
operandi hit upon by Morton to bow himself
down and out is in many regards entirely
satisfactory. He died in the senate cham
Der, died on his crutches, died defending
fraud. A "deathly pallor spread over his
face" and there was nervous twitching
ABOUT the mouth"-so says special. His
voice was husky and weak, and political
death rattle was in his throat. The
great war governor, the COW feed statesman,
the friend and admirer of Pinchback, the
champion of returning board villainies, the
impersonation of hate, the embodiment OF
partisan rancor and the author OF the
"bloody shirt policy, concluded to die
standing and fighting He had nursed his
hates with the fondness and devotion that
tigress cares for her cubs They had
grown under his fostering favor until they
could be seen in his eyes. His mildest ut
terances came forth fanged and kissing like
serpents. He always seemed to be feeling
for the throat of the south. To strangle
southern state was his chief JOY. A pros
trate southern state, pinned to the earth
with federal bayonets, with carpet-bag-
gers and negroes rihing her pockets, was
far more delectable sight to Morton than
the vision of heaven TO st. John. For years
Morton was the recognized leader of the
most advanced radicals-and advanced rad
icalsm is symbolized by the bloody shirt
an ism that has inoculated the government
with the virus of the most corrupting vices
known to civilization. Morton's ambition
was the presidency of the United States, but
his comrades feared his record, and his
claims were ignored Since the day of his
defeat in the house of his friends
Morton has steadily grown more
Satanic. He has contended, like Lucifer, for
for the mastery, and in the late campaign
| put forth almost superhuman efforts to turn
the tide of fortune for Hayes in Indiana
He hated Hendricks as intensely as Haman
hated Mordecai, but was again doomed to
defeat There was one more chance to ar
rest the tide of disaster-there were three
states where fraud and perjury and military
force, if combined and urged might tri-
umph over truth and justice and law. Nor
ton was himself again. His hates
inspired him; physical degeneracy vas
forgotten; his blood was on fire;
every latent energy was aroused, and at
last victory seemed TO perch upon his stan
dard. Then Morton was as serene as May
morning and as tranquil as a sleeping griz-
zly The returning board could reverse the
will of the people and the presidant of the
senate could proclaim the damning fraud as
finality. Morton was still a leader; his
star was still in the ascendent. He ruled
with despotic sway, and the future, though
dark to others, was vista of
delight to Morton. He saw a
PROSTATE south, perjury enthroned,
carpetbaggers triumphant, with still one
more chance to realize the full fruition OF
his vaulting ambition. At this juncture the
people commenced agitating the subject,
there were premonitions of trouble; waves
of indignation rolled over the country; the
spirit of rs made its appearance; there were
hunting parties out searching for the old
paths, and at last a joint committee was
appointed to devise means to hush
the rising storm. Morton was put on
the committee. Peace was not what he
wanted. His craftsmanship was of the
bloody shirt style, and he put forth his en-
ergies to arrest peaceful adjustment of a
perilous question. 1t was Morton's Water
loo. His hates had reached the culminat-
ing point They rolled back upon him.
His voice no longer potential. he was com
PEELED TO act alone. The blows struck by
Conkling, Edmunds and others bore him
down. Their keen rapier thrusts pierced
his soul, and Morton lay PROSTATE at their
feet. The fever of madness had him in its
grasp. Limping, haggard, enraged and def
ant, Morton decided upon making one more
effort, but passion, coined into futile words,
fell harmless at the feet of men who, loving
their country more than party, confronted
him with the calm dignity of patriots. Nor
ton plead sickness and sat down to rise no
more as leader. Without friends, he passes
into the dark with tie mark of Cain upon
him. Henceforth he will disturb the coun-
try no more. With Morton goes Logan, and
with Morton and Logan goes Grant;
Chandler and Cameron will follow. Car
pet-baggers and thieves will bring up the
rear. We see them on their winding way
to the political potters-feld, and thence to
well, it matters not where, so that they
are no longer permitted to jeopardize the
liberties of the people, attack the rights of
states, or imperil the dignity and sacred
ness of the ballot-box. Morton is dead. In
diana throws his carcass to the dogs.
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