The Portland daily press., 1880-08-11
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me give you this one word Of advice, as you
are about to pitch your tent i'll one OF the great
political camps. Your life is full and buoyant
with hope now, and beg you, when you pitch
among the dead. [Applause.l 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 yon will not shortly lie: Laugh
ter. 1t is sad place. young man, for you to
put your young lie into. 1t is to me far more
like graveyard than like camp for the liv-
ing. Look at it! 1t is bllowed all over with
the graves of dead issues, OF buried opinions,
of exploded theories, of disgraced doctrines.
You cannot live in comfort in such place.
Laughter. Why, look herei Here is little
double mound. / look down ON itsand read,
Sacred to the memory of Squatter Sovereign
ty 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. Ap-
plause. Young man, that is not the place for
you.
But look little farther. Here is another
monuments black tomb-and beside it, as
our distinguished friend said, there towers to
the sky a monument of four million pairs of
human fetters taken from the arms OF slaves,
and read on its little headstone this: 'Sa-
cred to the memory Of human slavery For
forty years of its infamous life the Democratic
party taught that it was divine-God's insti-
tuition. They defended, they stood around it,
they followed 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 party. Applause. Dead by
the justice of Almighty God. Great ap-
plause and cheers.] Don't camp there, young
man.
But here is another-a little birthstone tomb
laughter and read across its yellow lace IN
lurid, bloody lines, these words: Sacred to
the memory of State Sovereignty and Seces-
sion.' Twelve millions of Democrats mustered
around it in arms to keep it alive; but here 1t
lies, shot TO death by the million guns of the
Republic. IApplause Here it lies, its shrine
burnt toashes under the blazing rafters OF the
burning Confederacy. Applause. 1t is
dead! I would not have you stay in there q
minute, even in this balmly night air, to look
at such place. Laughter.
But just before 1 leave it discover new-
made grave, little mound-short. The grass
has hardly sprouted over it, and all around it
see torn pieces of paper with the word fiat on
them laughter, and look down in curiosity,
wondering what the little grave is, and l read
on it: Sacred to the memory of the Rag
Baby [laughter], nursed in the brain of all tho
fanaticism of the world [laughterl, rocked by
Thomas Ewing, George IL. Pendleton, Samuel
Cary, and few others throughout the land
But it died on the 1st 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. Pro.
longed applause.
On, young mau, come out Oh tnat! lLauSh-
ter That is no place in which to put your
young life Come out, and come over into this
camp of liberty, of order, of law, of justice, of
freedom .Amen'l, of all that is glorious under
these mighty stars.
Is there any death there in our camp? Yes!
yes! Three hundred and fifty thousand SOL
diers, the noblest band that ever trod the
earth. died to make this camp camp Of glory
and of liberty forever. Tremendous ap-
plause.
d.
are no dead issues here. Hang out our 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.
lo these twenty five years.
Twenty-Five years ago the Republican party
was married to Liberty. and this is our sill.
yer wedding, fellow-citizens. [Great applause
A worthiy married pair love each other better
on the day of their silver wedding than on the
day Of their first espousals; and we are truer
to Liberty to-day, and dearer TO God than we
were when we spoke our first word Of liberty.
Read away up under the sky across our starry
banner that first word we uttered twenty-five
years ago What is it? Slavery shall never
extend over another foot OF the territories OF
great West Applause. Is that dead or
alive? Alive, thank God, for evermore! Zap
plause.] And truer tonight than it was the
hour it was written! [Applause.] Then it
was hope, promise, a purpose. Tonight It
is equal Wltu tne SldrS-llnfnOrldt niSlOry anu
immortal truth. Applause.
Come down the glorious steps of our BAN
ner. Every great record we have made we
have vindica;ed with our blood and our truth.
1t sweeps the ground, and it touches the stars.
Come there, young man, and put in your
young life where all is living, and where
nothing is dead but the heroes who defended
it! [Applause.l 1 think these young men
will do that. 'Of course they willpl
Gentlemen, we are closing this memorable
campaign. We have got our enemies on the
run everywhere. [Laughter.l And all you
need to do in this noble old city, this capital of
the Western Reserve, is to follow them mp and
finish it by showing the Rebellion under once
more. We stand ON an isthmus. This year
and next is the narrow isthmus between us
and perpetual victory. If you can win now,
and win in 1880, then the very stars in their
courses will fight for us. [Applause.] The
census will do the work, and will give US
thirty more freemen of the North in our Con
gress that will make up for the rebellion Of the
South. [Great applause.] We are posted
here, as the Greeks were posted at Thermopy-
lac, to meet this one great barbarian, Xerxes of
the isthmus. Stand in your places, men of
Ohio! Fight this battle, win this victory, and
then one more puts you in safety forev er!'