The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1879-04-24

The following is an extract from one of
Mary Clemmer's letters in the n Y In
dependent:
With real pain heard the gavel fall
for the last time in the Forty fifth Con-
gress In personal aggregate, perhaps it
was not worthy Of keen regret. Certain
ly, l saw men before me that knew, for
the credit Of the country, should be re
sumed back into their original obscurity
of sordid life. No less that last stroke
was knell for the highest principles of
freedom and civilization. Eighteen years
had passed into eternity since that gavel
struck last for Democracy and slavery
Could God measure the sum of human
anguish, of human loss lived through by
tens of thousands of this people since
that hour Yet, just as if women hearts
| had not broken, as if men had not died
as if Liberty had arisen dripping with the
blood Of her slain, the party of anarchy
of revolution, OF barbarism, of bloodshed
stood again at the front. Lincoln, Stan
ton, Chase Seward, Sumner, Wilson,
Fessenden had passed from the Garth
Here stood Gordon, Lamar, Butler, Hill,
chanting the praises of Jefferson Davis.
More, holding the fatal majority which
through Gods mercy had been withheld
)
No dispassionate lover of his country
can see it come again into power without
serious questioning, if not foreboding
| There is but one consoation-that the
Republican minority still remains power
| full enough to prove a most potent resist
ing medium to their overt acts. No one
denies the Democratic party the posses
sion of good men. No less, as a party, its
work is scarcely less than deviish. Its
| reckless partisanship, its vindictiveness
its barbarism as manifested in its South
ern element, cannot be overestimated
The Southern Democrat is mighty in
swagger, in braggadocio, in temper, in
department. Nothing in the shape of
| the genus homo can swell, spread, spit to
quite the extent he can There his PROV
ess ends. Already he has turned the
beautiful Capitol into q reeking charnel
house Of tobacco juice. He smokes cigars
in his seat in the House of Representa-
tives; he has driven hundreds of ladies
from their own galleries, by allowing
them to be overrun by the Doors, who fill
them with tobacco quids, apple cores, and
who laugh and talk so loud in them that
it is impossible to hear one word spoken
on the floor. There is no longer a gal
lery in the Capitol of the United States
sacred to womanhood, that no man can
enter unless accompanied by lady, as
there has certainly been for eighteen
years. The men retain their own gallery,
and have now crowded women from
theirs with the heroic prowess of brute
force that enables them to take posses
sion of an entire ferryboat, while the
weaker vessels" that we read about are
adjusted standing on the middle of the
floor. Thus they stand on the stairs of
the ladies galleries in the Capitol of the
United States, while hundreds Of men
MUNICH apples and chew tobacco and talk
and laugh in hOarse tones in the seats
once set apart for "ladies, and which are
still supposed TO be in the Ladies' Gal
lery."
The Democratic party, having arranged
its prelminaries, chosen its audience,
now proceeds to revolution.
'Tis the DID, old battle, as old as the
races on the planet. IT has reached from