The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-08-21
General Garfield on the Stump.
INQUIRING VOTER.

Oil UdIHoIu OH Cu6 stump.
Zen. Garfield delivered stump
speech in Cleveland last October. 1t
was a magnificent piece of popular
oratory. Every sentence struck with
Inc force of trip-hammer. We
suoloin its closing appeal to young
men. We do not know where to look
Tor anything equally effective in
touching pathos, Irresistible humor,
ana stirring elo0uence
AN APPEAL TO YOUNG MEN.
Now, fellow citizens, a word be.
lore leave you, on the eve of the
holyday of Coda fit moment to
consecrate ourselves finally to the
| great work of next Tuesday morn
ing. | see in this great audience to-
night great many young men,
y"uag men who are about to cast
I siseir first vote. | want to give you
word OF suggestion and advice. /
heard brilliant thing said by boy
up IN one OF our northwestern ceun-
Ties. he said to me, General, l have
. great mind to vote the Democratic
ticket That was not the brilliant
thing. Laughter. l said to him,
'WhyT Why said he, my father
is Republican and my brothers are
Republicans, and | am a Republican
ali over, but l want to be an inde-
pendent man, and | don't want any
body to say, "'That fellow votes
the Republican ticket just because
his dad dOes,"' and l have half
mind to vote the Democrat ticket to
prove my independence | did not
like the thing the boy suggested, but
l did admire the spirit of the boy
that wanted to have some indepen-
dence of his own.
Nov, l tell you, young man, don't
vote the Republican ticket lust be-
cause your father votes it. Don't vote
the Democratic ticket even if he does
vote it. Laughter. But let me give
you this one word of advice as you
are about to pitch your tent in one of
the great political camps. Your life
is full and buoyant with hope now,
and 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 l 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 grave yard than a camp
for the living. Look at it! 1t is bill
lowed all over with the graves of
dead issues, of buried opinions, of
exploded theories, of disgraced do =
trines. You cannot live in comfort
in such place. Laughter Why,
look here! Here is a little double
mound. l look down on it, and l
read, Sacred to the memory of Squat
ter Sovereignty and the bred Scott
Decision A million and half of
Democrats voted for that. but it has
been dead fifteen years-died by the
hand of Abraham Lincoln and here
it lies. Applause. Young man, that
is not the place for you.
"But look a little farther. Here is
another monumental black tomb
and beside it, as our distinguished
friend said, there towers to the sky a
monument of four million pairs of
human letters taken from the arms
of slaves, and | read on its little
headstone this: Sacred to the men,
cry of human slavery For forty
years of its Infamous life the Demo.
cfatic party taught that it was divine
Gods institution. They defended
il, they stood around it. they follow,
ed it to its grave as mourner. But
here it lies, dead by the hand Of
Abraham Lincoln. Applause. Dead.
by the power Of the Republican par.
ty. Applause. Dead by the justice
of Almighty God. Great applause.
and cheers. Don't camp there.
young man. ~
"But here is an0ther--a little brim.i
stone tomb 1aughterl-and l read
across its yellow face in lurid bloody
lines, these words: Sacred to the
memory of State Sovereignty and
Secession Twelve millions of Dem.
ocrats mustered around it in arms to
keep it alive, but here it lies, shot to
death by the million guns of the Re-,
public. Applause Here it lies, its
shrine burnt to ashes under the blaz-.
ing rafters of the burning Confeder-.
acy, FApplause. 1t is dead. ],
would 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
a, new made grave, little mound.
short. The grass has hardly sprouted
over 1t, and all around it see torn
pieces of paper with, the wcrd fiat
on them laughter and ] look down
in curiosity, wondering what the lit
tie grave is, and read on it. SACRED
to the memory of the. Rag Baby
laughter. nursed in the brain of all
the fanaticism of the world laugh
teri, rocked by Thomas Ewing, Geo.
II. ,Pendleton, Samuel Cary, ard
few others throughout the land But
it died on the 1st of January, 1879,
and the one hundred and. forty mill
lions 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. That is no place in
which to put your young life. Come