The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1884-08-29

God. [Great applause and cheers.] Don't
camp there, young mani But here is another
"a little birthstone tomb Ilaughterl-and
read across IFS yellow face In iurid, bloody lines
these words: Sacred to the memory Of State
Sovereignty and Secession" Twelve Millions
OF Democrats mustered around it In arms to
keep Ii alive; but here IL lies, shot to death By
the million guns of the republic. lApplause.l
Here it lies, its shrine burnt to ashes under
the blazing rafters of the burning Coniederaoy.
LApplause.] 1t is dead 1 would not have
you stay in there a minute, even In this balny
nlght air, to look at such place. ILaughter.l
But Just before leave it discover new
made grave, little mound-short The grass
mas hardly sprouted over 1t, and ell around 10
see torn pieces Of paper with the words fh-
at" on them [laughterl, aud look down In Gu
riosity, wondering what the little grave is, and
| read on il: "Sacred to the memory Of the
Bag Baby [aughterJ, rocked by Thomas Ew-
ing, George FL. Pendleton, Samuel +. Gary,
and q few others throughout the land" Bot
1t died on the LIST of January, 1879, and the ST.
100000 OF gold that God made, and not fat
power, lie upon the little carcass to keep IL
down forever. Prolonged applaase.l
oh, young man, come out OF thatl laugh
ter That is no place in which to put your
young life. Come out and come over to this
camp OF liberty, OF order, OF law, of Justice Of
freedom "Amen!" |, Of all that is glorious IN.
der these night stars. Is there any death here
in our camp? Yes, yesI Three hundred and
my eAS1oehA SoAtACIoy VIC uOtlcdt UauQ hNAt
ever trnd the earth, died to make this camp
camp OF glory and liberty foreveri [Tremen-
dous applause. But there are no dead Issues
herel There are no dead ideas herei Hang
out our banner from under the blue sky this
night until It shall sweep the green turf under
your feet! IL hangs over our camp. Read,
away up under the stars, the inscriptions We
have written on it, loi these twenty-five years.
Twenty-Five years ago the Republican party
was married to liberty: this Is our silver we'd
ding, fellow citizens. Loud applause.
worthily married pair love each other bet
ter on the day Of their silver wedding than on
the first day Of their espousal; and We are tru-
or to liberty to-day and dearer to God than We
were when we spoke our first word OF liberty.
Read, away mp in the sky across our starry
banner, that first word we uttered twenty-five
years ago. What was il? Slavery shall new
or extend over another foot Of the Territories
OF the great West" Applause. Is that dead
or alive? Alive, thank God, foreveVmors.
Applause. And truer tonight than IL was
the hour 1t was written. Applapse.I Then
II was hope, promise, purpose; tonight 10
is equal with the stRrs-immortal history and
immortal truth. Applause Come down the
glorious steps of our banner. Every great rec
ord we have made we have vindicated with
our blood and with our truth. 1t sweeps the
ground and it touches the stars Come, then,
young men, and put in your young life where
all is living, and whore nothing is dead, bat
the heroes that defended 1t. Applause.l
think these young men will do that. [''Of
course they Will. "l-Speech at Cleveland 1879.