The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1879-08-21

Many of the leading Democrats feared on last
Saturday that there night be some kicking, by
the country delegations, against the cut-and-
dried ticket patched up by few Democrats and
renegade Republicans, the week previous. And
their fears were weIl-grounded. The curses of
the country Democrats were heard on every
hand, previous to the opening of the ratifca-
tion meeting, for such it was, no Democrat
in the Convention was expected to nominate
any one on last Saturday. This was the state
of affairs when I. It. arose to address the
ratification meeting. The only description
OF this speaker which is necessary is contained
in those two letters-I. T. being known
everywhere as a great leader of the Tom.
Ewing hosts. The speech of I. T. did not
I act as oil upon the troubled waters. The
| Democratic party in jackson county was evil
| dently upon the verge of a great volcano. But
| fortune for the moment smiled upon the Demo-
cratic party. The form of "Margaret" Watts
arose. with patriarchal dignity. He rolled his
eagle eyes around the room in a manner which
showed that he conscious of his power
The Democrats there assembled gazed upon him
in admiration, for they knew that the party
was safe. He is a genuine, hot-blast, copper
bottomed Democratic craft with the Constitu-
ton of the United States slowed away in the
hold, and the American flag spread all over the
poop-deck. AS his words of wisdom f1oated out
to the ears OF the eager listeners, his mighty
was kissed by the soft zephyrs, which bore
upon their wings the gentle thumpings of the
hearts of hundred Democrats. You have read
of Henry? He was pigmy. You have real
of Webster? He was a groveling worm by COM
parison. You have read of Clay, Calhoun and
Douglas? They were the pleheians of magnetic |
oratory.
Nothing like it was ever heard 1t reused he |
Democrats to the pitch of frenzy. The Repub
licanS caught the excitement. For the moment |
there was no party division-all united in pay
ing homage to the eloquent statesman. And |
to think that this man was 'cradled in sugar.
trough" too Under the powerful spell of his
eloquence there arose before his hearers many
vivid pictures of the past Gen. Buster beheld
a friSky maiden, with long HAIR floating IN the
summer breeze, a butternut pin dancing mer-
rfly with the palpitations of her Democratic
bosom, and navy revolver stuck in her belt.
AS she parades the streets upon her prancing
rosnante, she seems to represent the Spirit of
Democracy. Bandy the Short feels the clutch
Of an enraged soldier tightening about his neck,
and even 1. T. instinctivey feels that he is sit
ting down upon a pair of army brogans. They
Ill see the smiling face of Vallandigham, and
mistake the silvery notes of the great orator,
Watts, for the welcome sound of John Morgan IS
ougles
There never was anything equal to it. The
topper was taken out, and eloquence allowed !
o flow freely. Frank Mckinney will doubtless ,
,rde hundred thousand copies of it, as a
ampaign document, and we think of sending
sketch OF it to Charles Foster, as q warning of ,
impending defeat.
The Dem ocracy should Immediately place '
Ir. W. upon the stump with Prof. Davidson, y
he colored orator of Athens.