The Cecil Whig., 1877-03-17
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III is not ullHcuit 10 imagine WHY tnc
reluctant Democratic historian loves not
to dwell upon the downfall Of the Til
den dynasty Although President but
for single day, yet into those few fleet
ing hours were crowded the political
hopes ordinarily born of whole life
time. But alas, the triumphal bonfres
have been extnguished. The brilliant
halls of Gramercy Park are dark and
deserted. The imperial bees and vio-
let's, on the floral chair of the bachelor
President elect, are. withered and faded.
Like the baseless fabric of dream, the
visions of place and of emoluments that
were wont to make the Bourbon heart
throb and rejoice have passed, it may
be for (4) wears, and it may be forever.
1t would, indeed, be the relinemen. Of
cruelty, to deny to the Tilden mourner
the unrestraned luxury of woe, Ply
sicians tell US, that groans and shrieks
save the lives of their patients, while
suppressed feeling results, in conse-
quences. the most serious. Applying
this salutary principle to politics, there
can be no objection to such phases Of
Democratic grief as expend themselves
in harmless words Every mourner can,
of course, select his own funeral score.
If he be an editor he may follow the
example of the New York Sun" and
reversing his rules, drape the stricken
sheet in black. Or if he rival Piatt,
can, like the bloody Donn's feeble imi-
tators, rail and revel in scurrility and
traduction. The method, however, only
indicates the man. The classical role
is the latest. Our contemporary, Of the
Democrat adopted it in his last issue
Atticus, the retired statesman, could
suggest nothing purer or higher toned.
What more strictly, or more scvere Y
classical. than his illusion to the inau-
guraton of President Hayes, as hoatcd
into power on "stinking sco,c'' Re
fined readers of Cecil journals have, Of
course, so clear an idea of, and are SO
familiar with the odors Of "stinkiag
seons," that the nautical figure is as
striking in its aptness as graceful in its
expression. Newspapers are supposed
to reflect local sentiment. They are
usually and properly taken as indica-
tors Of the standard Of general inteli-
gence prevalent in the communities in
which they circulate. As an educator
of popular taste, the classical style
should prove success. Our cotempor-
ary certainly imagined it would for con
sistently enough he warns American
youth against following such patterns
Of virtue a. the President of the United
States. Sublimely virtuous and self
sufficient, he denies him place in his
college (Cronin's), and consigns him
unwept, unhonored and unsung to the
congenial atmosphere Of the Five Points.
New York. He buries him Covers
his grave with ignominious earth, and
to prevent the possibility of his resur-
rection, sits on its lid, inscribing mean
while on his tomb, the damning initials
r. b., meath which, until the angel
Gabriel shall blow his horn, all that re-
mains mortal of Rutherford b. HAYES
shall go to enrich the soil from which
it originally sprang. Wit triumphs in
the inscription on his tomb, and the
infamy of its occupant relieves the men,
orv of Benedict Arnold of its sefin-
ficted stigma. "7sn thousand lies, mel
loeced by q million ysars,' cannot change
this fact. All this is grandly, awfully
sublime. 1t is savagely sarcastic. JUS
tice, the other figure that completes the
scene, sits slumbering until an angel of
mercy (Morrissey) points her to life
giving (Saratoga) spring. This life
giving spring (of water) is the great
heart Of the American people, or as
the inspired Spiritualistic poetess, Mrs
keyser would express it, is the embry-
otto center of earth's children. In this
center the banished priestess will re-
erect her sanctuary until some other
perjured villain kicks the beam, or vice
versa gets his own kicked Seest thou
the point, generous reader? If so, tell
not thy neighbor.
If editors, supposed to be Intelligent,
gauge the intelligence of their readers
by examining them with a given mum
Der of square inches of such unmiti-