Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1880-08-31
SUPPLEME EMIT.
GARFIELD.
A THRILLING APPEAL TO You've MEN

a magnificent piece of popular oratory.
Every sentence struck with the force of
a trip hammer. We subjoin its closing
appeal to young men. We do not know
where to look for anything equally effect
i've in touching psthos, irresistible humor,
and stirring eloquence: srt SIZE
Now, fellow citizens, a word before
leave you, on the very eve Of the holy
day Of Coda ut moment to consecrate
ourselves finally to the great work of
next Tuesday morning. see in this
great audience tonight great number OF
Young men, young men who are about to
cast their first vote want TO give you
a word of suggestion and advice. |
heard very brilliant thing said by a boy
the other day up in one of our north
western counties. He said to me. Gen
eral, | have Il great mind to vote the
Democratic ticket. That was not the
brilliant thing. Laughter. l said to
him, Why" Why, said he. my father
is Republican, and my brothers are
Republicans, and | am a Republican all
over, but | want to be an independent,
man, and don't want anybody TO say,
That fellow votes the Republican ticket
lust because his dad does and | have
half mind to vote the Democratic ticket
Jus, to prove my independence. l did
not like the thing the boy suggested. but
| did admire the spirit of the boy that
wanted to have some independence Of his
own.
Now | tell you, young man. don
vote the Republican ticket because your
father votes it. Don't vote the Demo-
cratic ticket, even if he does vote 1t.
Laughter. But let me give you this
one word OF advice, as you are about to
pitch your tent in one Of the great Polii-
ical camps. Your life is full and buoyant
with hope now, and ! beg YOU. when
you pitch your tent. pitch 1t among the
living and not among the dead. APP
plause. If you are at all inclined to
pitch il among the Democratic people and
with that party, let me 20 with you for
a moment while we survey the ground
where | hope you will not shortly lie.
Laughter 1t is a sad place, young
man, for YOU to put your young life into.
II Is to me far more like graveyard than
like a camp for the living. Look at 1t
/, is beloved all over with the graves OF
dead issues. of buried opinions, of ex-
ploded theories, Of disgraced doctrines.
You cannot live in comfort in such a
place. Laughter. Why. look here
Here is a little double mound. | look
down on it and read. Sacred to the
memory Of the Squatter Sovereignty and
the bred Scott decision A million and
a half Of Democrats voted for that, but
i, has been dead fifteen years-died by
the hand Of Abraham Lincoln, and here
it hes. Applause. Young man, that
is not the place for you.
But look little farther. Here Is
another monument black tomb-and
beside it as our distinguished friend said,
there towers to the sky monument OF
four MILLION pairs of human fetters taken
from the arms Of slaves, and | read on
its little headstone this 4: Sacred to the
memory of human slavery For forty
years of its infamous life the Democratic
party taught that it was divine-Gods
institution. They defended, they stood
around it, they followed it to its grave as
a mourner. But here it lies, dead by
the hand of Abraham Lincoln. APP
plause. Dead by the justice Of Almighty
God. Great applause and cheers
Don't camp there. young man.
But here is another-a little brlm-
stone tomb laughter and i read across
its yellow face in lurid, bloody lines, these
words: Sacred 10 the memory of State
Sovereignty and Secession Twelve
millions of Democrats mustered around it
in arms to keep it alive; but here it hes,
shot to death by the million guns of the
Republic. Applause. Here it lies, its
shrine burnt to ashes under the blazing
rafters of the burning Confederacy.
Applause. 1t is dead | would not
have you stay in there 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 II, and
all around it see torn pieces of paper
with the word fiat on them laughter
and look down in curiosity, wondering
what little grave it is, and read on 1t d;
Sacred to the memory of the Rag Baby
Taught nursed in the brain of all the
fanaticism of the world laughter rocked
by Thomas Ewing, George II. Pendleton,
Samuel Cary, and few Others through
out 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 fat power, lie upon its little carcass
to keep it down forever. Prolonged ap-
plause.
Oh, Young man, come out OF that
| Laughter. That is no place in which
to put your young life. Come out, and
come over into this camp OF liberty, oil
order, of law, of justice, of freedom
| amen of all that is glorious under
these mighty stars.
Is there any death there in our camp:
Yes yes, Three hundred and fifty
thousand soldiers, the noblest band that
ever trod the earth, died to make this
camp a camp of glory and liberty forever.
| Tremendous applause.
But there are no dead issues here.
1 There are no dead issues here. Hang