The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1884-09-04

holy day Of Coda fit moment to
consecrate ourselves finally, to the
great work Of next Tuesday morning.
] see in the audience tonight great
many young men-young men who
are about to cast their first vote. L
want to give you word of sugges-
tion and advice. | heard very bril-
liant thing said by boy the other
day up in one Of our Northwestern
counties. He said to me, General,
| haYe a great mind to vote the Dem
ocra.ic ticket" That was not the
brilliant thing. Laughter.
said to him, "W6y?" why"
said be, my father is Republican,
and | am a Republican all over, but I
want to be an independent man, and
| don't want anybody to say, That
fellow votes the Republican ticket
just because his dad does and have
half mind to vote the Democratic
ticket just to prove my independence. !"
/ did not like the thing the boy sug-
gested, but | did admire the spirit of
the boy that wanted to have some in
dependence of his own.~- -
Now, | tell you, young man, don't
vote the Republican ticket just be-
cause your father votes it. Don't
vote the Democratic ticket even if he
does vote it. Laughter.l But let
me give you this one word of advice
as you are about to pitch your tent in
one Of the great political camps.
Your life is full and buoyant with
hope now, and I beg you, when you
pitch your tent, pitch it among the
living, and not among the dead.
FApplause. If you are at all
inclined to pitch it among the Demo-
cratic people and with that party, let
me go with you for moment. while
we survey the ground where | hope
you will not shortly lie. Laughter.
1t is bad place, young man, for
you to put young life into. it is to
me far more like graveyard than
camp for the living. Look at it! 1t
is billowed all over with graves of
dead issues, of buried opinions, of ex-
ploded theories, of disgraced doctrines.
You cannot live in comfort in such
place. Laughter. Why, look here!
Here is little double mound. | look
down on it and read, SACRED to the
memory Of Squatter Sovereignty and
the Dred 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. Applause.
Young man, that is not the place for
you.
But look little further Here is
another monument-a black tomb
and beside it there towers to the sky
monument Of four million pairs of
human fetters, taken from the arms
Of slaves, and | read on its headstone
this: Sacred to the memory of hu-
man slavery" For forty years Of its
Infamous life the Democratic party
taught that it was divine. Gods insti-
tuition. They defended it, they stood
around at its grave as mourners. But
here, it lies dead by the hand of
Abraham Lincoln. Applause. Dead
by the power of the Republican
party. Applause. Dead by the JUS
tice Of Almighty God. Great ap-
plause and cheers. Don't camp there,
young man. But here is another
a little birthstone tomb laughter =
and l read across its yellow face in
lurid, bloody lines these words: "Sa-
cred to the memory Of State Sow
ereignty and Secession.
Twelve millions Of Democrats mus
tered around it in arms to keep it
alive; but here it lies, 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 a minute, even
in this balmy night air, to look at
such place. Laughter. But just
before l leave it L 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 read on it: SACRED to the mem
ory of the Rag Baby laughter],
nursed in the brain of all the fanata-
cism of the world, laughter, rocked
by Thos. Ewing, George FL. Pendle-
ton, Samuel Cary, and a few others
throughout the land" But it died |
on the first of January, 1879, and the
81 100000 Of gold that God made,
and not fat-power, lie upon the little
carcass and keep it down forever.
Prolonged applause
nl, o1t oT 4I,ot |
Laughter. That is no place in
which to put your young life. Come
put, and come over to this camp of
liberty, Of order, Of law, Of justice, Of
freedom amen, Of all that is glorious
under these night stars.
Is there any death here in our
camp? Yes, yes! Three hundred
and fifty thousand soldiers, the noblest
oand that ever trod the earth. died to
make this camp a camp of glory and
# liberty forever! Tremendous ap-
olause.
But there are no dead issues here.
There are no dead ideas here. Hand
,ut our banner from under the blue
ky this night until it shall sweep the
green turf under your feet! 1t hangs
,ver our camp. Read, away up under
he stars, the inscriptions we have
written on it, 10! these twenty-five
7ears. Twenty-Five years ago the Re
publican party was married to Lib
rty, and this is our silver wedding,
ellow-citizens. Loud applause.
A worthily married pair love each
ther better on the day of their silver
Wedding than on the first day Of their
spousal; and we are truer to liberty
o-day, and dearer to God than we ,
we're when we spoke our first word of
liberty. Read, away up in the sky,
cross our starry banner, that fir t
Tord we uttered twenty-five years ,
go. What was it? Slavery shall
ever extend over another foot Of the