The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1880-11-04

0hllb OI OHhTlobJOll Auu NOW OAiohhpt
Let Northern men escape the wintry
blasts by trip TO the orange groves of
Flor ,da, and Gsorgians the torrid blasts
of summer by a visit to Saratoga and
Long Branch As once you came face to
face to destroy each other, now come
face to face to bless. Once you crossed
swords, now cross palms. Let not the
sun of this generation 60 down on our
National wrath. Before we, who are
now in mid life, lay our heads in death,
may we see the whole nation pacified.
We can not we'll sleep our last sleep un
til tn SO angry sectional voices are
hushed forever. They would disturb
our pillow of dust. Be still, the North
Be still, the South Be still, the East !
Be still, the West And let the united
nation do homage to the God of the
Maine forest and Florida lagoon, Michi-
gan wheat field and South Carolina rice
swamp, New Jersey peach orchard and
Missis ,ippi plantation. Let the ballot
box of the first Tuesday in November be
the altar upon which we shall sacrifice
all our sectional hates and the throne
upon which National unity shall begin
her beneficent sway.
You see that the Fl 'st of my two SER
mons on the com ng Presidential contest
has for it's design, firsU, to call you away
from def nation of public men second
ly, to concenter your attention upon the
great question as to how best we
shall obliterate all sectional antipathies.
There are three reasons why we are
bound to do our best for this country -
our fathers graves, our own cradles, our
children's birthright. When | say our
fathers graves | make your pulses run
quicker. Whether they rest in city cem-
etery or village graveyard their ashes
are precious They lived we'll and died
right. We will never submit to have
their tombs dishonored by the reign of
any other Government than that under
which they lived and died. Yea, this
land was our cradle. We may have
been in it roughly rocked, but still it was
a good cradle to be rocked in. How
much we owe it Dear land of our boy
hood and girlhoed daysl Yea, it is to
be our children's birthright. We will
soon be done with it. We will not see
many more of it's spring blossoms, or
reap many more of it's summer harvests,
or gather much more of it's autumnal
fruits. But our children! They must
get it from US, as we got it from our
fathers-a free land, happy land,
Christian land. We can not have them
trod on of despotism, or lashed of cruel
ties, or affrighted of anarchy. We hand
this country to them over the ballot
box over the desk of the school room,
over the church altar, and charge them
to put their own life between it and any
keen stroke that would destroy it.
And now, Lord God Almighty, we lay
hold of Thee in a Thousand armed prayer.
Remember how for this land our fathers
walked with bleeding feet through Val.
ley Forge. Remember the hunger and
the thirst and the cold, the long march
and the fever hospital. Remember the
charge up Bunker Hill. Remember Ma.
rion and K 'sCiusko Remember Lax
ington and Yorktown and K ng's Mount
ain and Gettysburg. Look upon the
Lake where Perry fought, and H m ton
K lads where the Cumberland went
down. Remember Washington praying
by the clmp Fl es. Remember Plymouth
Rock and the landing among savages.
Remember Independence Hall and how
much it cost our fathers TO sign their
names. Remember all the tears and
b ood of three wars-l776, and 1912 and
1854 You remember the groan that
Was mightier than all the otner groans,
and the thirst that was sharper than all
other tbirsts, and the wounds deeper
than all other wounds, AID the death
ghastIier than all other ceatha, the
mount where Jesus died to make all
men la py and free, and for the sake
of all his human and divin sacrifice
have mercy on this nston, and whose.
ever would blot it out, whosoever would
cut it down, and whosoever would turn
1t back, let him be accursed
Gu home in high hope. The car of
National progress will never roll back
ward. GJd is on the side of this nation.
He has sounded forth the trumpet tnat shall
never call retreat;
He is sitting out the hearts Of men before His
judg ment seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer HimI Be jubi
liant, my feet
Our God is marching on"