The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1880-09-04

iSFftny EtoQutHce.
The Albany Ecening Journal says: Gen.
Garfield delivered stump speech in
Cleveland last October. 1t was magni-
ticent piece of popular oratory. Every
sentence struck with the force of a trip
hammer. We subioin its closing appeal
to young men. We do not know where
to look for anything equally effective in
touching pathos, irresistible humor and
stirring eloquence:
"Now, fcllow-citizens, word before
leave you on the eve of the holy day of
Coda fit moment to consecrate our
selves finally to the great work of next
Tuesday morning.
II see in this great audience tonight
great many young men, young men
who are about to cast their first vote. |
want to give you word of suggestion
and advice. heard very brilliant thing
| said by boy up in one of our north
western counties. He said to me, "Gen-
eral | have a great mind to vote the Dem
| ocratic ticket That was not the bril-
liant thing. [Laughter.l | said to him,
why? Why said he, my father is a
| Republican, and my brothers are Rcpub-
licans, and am Republican all over, but
Iwant to be an independent man, and l
don't want anybody to say, "That fel-
low votes the Republican ticket just be-
cause his dad does" and l have half
mind to vote the Democratic ticket just
to prove my independence. l did not like
the thing the boy suggested, but 1 did
admire the spirit of the boy that wanted
to have some independence of his own.
"Now, l tell you young man, don't
vote the Republican ticket just because
your father votes it. Don't vote the
Democratic ticket even if he does vote
it. [Laughter.l But let me give you this
one word of advice as you are about to
pitch your tent in one of the great polit-
ical camps. Your life is full and buoyant
with hope now, and l beg you, when you
pitch your tent pitch it among the living
and not among the dead. Applause If
you are at all inclined to pitch it among
the Democratic people and with that
party, let me go with you for moment
while we survey the ground where hope
you will not shortly lie. Laughter 1t
is sad place, young man, for you to put
your young life into. 1t is to me far
more like graveyard than camp for
the living. Look at it. 1t is billowed
all over with the graves of the dead
issues. or buried opinions, of exploded
theories, Of disgraced doctrines. You
cannot live in comfort in such 4 place.
| Laughter. Why look here. Here is a
little double mound look down on it
and read. Sacred to the memory of
Squatter Sovereignty and the bred Scott
Decision A million and a half of Dem
ocrats voted for that, but it has been dead
fifteen years-died by the hand of Abra-
ham Lincoln, and here it lies. Applause.
Young man, that is not the place for you.
"But look little farther. Here is
another monument-a black tomb-and
beside it is our distinguished friend said,
there towers to the sky Il monument of
four million pairs of human letters taken
from the arms Of slaves and | read OH
it's little headstone this: sacred to the
memory of Human Slavery For forty
years of its infamous life the Democratic
party taught that it was divine-God's
institutions. They defended, they stood
round it, they followed it to its grave as
a mourner. But here it lies, dead by the
hand of Abraham Lincoln. Applause
Dead by the power Of the Republican
party. [Applause.] Dead by the justice
of Almighty God. Great applause and
cheers.l Don't camp there, young man.
But here is another little brim-
stone tomb laughter read across
its yellow face in lurid, bloody lines,
these words: Sacred to the memory of
State Sovereignty and Secession Twelve
millions of Democrats mustered around
| it in arms to keep it alive; but there it
lies, shot to death by the million guns of
the Republic. [Applause.l Here it lies,
it's shrine burned to ashes under the
blazing rafters of the burning confedera-
| cy. [Applause. 1t is dead. Iwould not
| have you stay in there a minute, even in
this balmy night air, to look at such a
place. Laughter
{" But Just before leave it | discover
ncw-made grave, a little mound-short.
The grass has hardly sprouted over it,
| and all around it l see torn pieces of
| paper with the word fiat on them
| laughter. and look down in curiosity
wondering what the little grave is, and
read on it, Sacred to the memory of Rag
Baby [laughterl nursed in the brain of
all the fanaticsm of the world, [laughter]
rocked by Thomas Ewing. George H.
Pendleton, Samuel Cary, and few
others throughout the land. But it died
on the list of January, 1879, and the one
hundred and forty millions of gold that
God made, and not fiat power, lie upon
its little carcass to keep it down forever.
Prolonged applause.]
ooh, young man, come out of that!
[Laughter.l This is no place in which to
put your young life. Come out and come
over in this camp of liberty, of order, OF
law, of Justice. of freedom Amenl, of
all that is glorious under these night
| stars.
SIS there any death here in our camp?
Yes, yes. Three hundred and fifty thou
sand soldiers, the noblest band that ever
trod the earth, died to make this camp
camp of glory and of liberty forever.
Tremendous applause
| but there are no dead issues here.
There are no dead issues here. Hang
out your banner from under the blue sky
this night until it shall sweep the green
turf under your feet! 1t hangs over our
camp Read away up under the stars
the inscription we have written on it. 10,
these twenty-five years.
"Twenty-five years ago the Republi-
can party was married to Liberty, and
this is our silver wedding. fellow-citizens.
[Great applause, A worthy married pair
love each other better on the day of the
silver wedding than on the day of their
first espousals, and we are truer to Liber-
ty to-day. and dearer to God than We were