The semi-weekly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1879-1882, 1881-10-03

liIlcai camps. 1our lie Is Iull OF DuOy-
ant hope now, and when you pitch
your tent, beg you to pitch it among
the living and not among the dead. If
you are at all inclined to pitch it within
the lines of the Democratic party, let me
60 with you for a moment while we sur
yey the ground where hope you will
not shortly die 1t is sad place, young
man, for you to put your young life into.
Ii is far more like graveyard than like
a camp for the living. Look at it 1t is
beloved all over with the graves of dead
issues, of buried opinions, of exploded
theories, of disgraces doctrines. You
cannot live in comfort in such a place.
Why, look here Here is a double mound
| look down on it and read: SACRED to
the memory of squatter Sovereignty and
the bred Scott Decision (" A million
and half of Democrats voted for these,
but they have been dead fifteen years
died by the hand of Abraham Lincoln,
and here they lie. Young man that is
no place for you.
But look little further. Here is
another mound, black tomb. and above
it towers to the sky monument of four
million pairs of human letters taken
from the limbs of slaves, and ! read on
its grim face: 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 it, they stood around it,
they followed it to its grave as mourner 8.
But here it lies, dead by the hand of
Abraham Lincoln; dead by the power of
Almighty God. Don't camp there, young
man.
But there is another little birthstone
tomb-and read across its yellow face,
in lurid, bloody lines, these words
SACRED to the memory of State Sover-
eighty and Secession" Twelve millions
of Democrats mustered around it to keep
it alive; but here it lies, shot to death by
the million guns of the Republic. Here
it lies, its shrine burned to ashes under
the blazing rafters Of the burning Confed-
eracy. It is dead would not haye you
stay moment, even in this balmy night
air, to look at such place.
DIT ss.,t Locowo
new-made grave, little mound-short.
The grass has hardly sprouted around it,
and all around see torn pieces of paper
with the word "fiat" on them, and look
down in curiosity, wondering what that
little grave is, and I read Sacred to the
memory of the Rag Baby nursed in the
brain Of wild fanaticism; rocked by
Thomas Ewing, George H. PendIeton,
Sam'l Carey, and few others in the land /.
But it died on the LIST of January, 1879,
and the one hundred and forty NJ ilIions
of gold that God made, and not fat
power, lie upon its little carcass to keep
it forever.
Oh, young man, come out of that 1t is
no place in which to put your young life.
Come out and enter this camp of liberty
oforder, of law. Of justice, Of freedom, Of
all that is glorious under these night
stars.
Is there any death here in our camp :
Yesl Yesl Three hundred and fifty
thousand soldiers, the noblest band that
ever trod the earth, died to make this
camp of glory, of liberty forever. But
there are no dead issues here. There are
nodsad ideas here. Hang out our banner
from 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 inscriptions we have
written upon il, 10! these twenty-five years
Twenty-Five years ago the Republican
party married to Liberty, and this is our
silver wedding. A worthily married pair
love each other better on the day of their
silver wedding than on the day of their
first espousal; and we are truer to Liberty
to-day and dearer to God than when we
spoke our first liberty. Read away up
under the sky across our starry banner
those first words we uttered twenty-five
years ago: Slavery shall never extend
over another foot of the territory of the
great West p Is that dead or alive /?
Alive, thank God, for evermore | And
truer tonight than it was the hour it was
written. Then twas hope, promise,
a purpose. Tonight, imperishable as the
immortal history, immortal truth.
Come down the glorious folds of our
banner. Every great record we have made
We have vindicated with our blood and
our truth. 1t sweeps the earth and it
touches the stars. Come into our camp.
young man, and put in your young life
where all is living, and where nothing
is dead but the heroes that defended it.
II Al l. II