The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-04-17
THE GRAVEYARD YAWNS.

The public will rejoice to know that Senator
Pendletons wounds have so far healed as to
allow him to appear before and address the
Iroquois Club, at its annual banquet. 1t will
be difficult, however, to convince a simple
minded public that there was not a tinge of
irony in the idea of Mr. Pendleton speaking on
civil-service reform. Having so recently been
scalped beheaded, drawn and quartered by his
Ohio friends" because of his remote connec-
ton with what was known as the Pendleton
bill looking to the reform of the civil service,
one might naturally suppose that any mention
of it even would be painful to
him. On the contrary, he evil
IDENTIFY enjoyed the experience of running
the gauntlet between two rows of active Demo
Gratis, each fully equipped and intently bent
on killing him if possible. That he now
appears at Chicago only goes to prove the doc
trine of resurrection for in all the history of
American politics no man was ever so thor
oughly cut, stabbed and killed as was this
same man Pendleton; and now, reappearing
as an uneasy spirit, he has the effrontery to
reiterate his un-DemocMtic views certainly
much to the chagrin and dismay of his fellow
partisans. The gentleman from Ohio now
does the role of ST. Denis, going up and down
the land, head in hand, seeking fit place of
sculpture.
But there is another ludicrous feature to
this exhibition What must be thought of
even an unhappy spirit that persists in not
only parading its bloody remains but in re-
calling the cause of his untimely murder,
when civilservice reform angels Intellectually
pleaded against the serious business Of his
taking off Does Mr.. Pendleton wish to taunt
the men rounded out with the various ingre-
dents of menu gotten up regardless of ex-
pense and made affable by the generous i'm
pulses that spring from ten-dollar champagne?
Surely his appearing was untimely, and his
advent must have reminded those present of
the occasion when the hilarious Democratic
party of Babylon were brought up
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the wall. The gentleman has ghastly idea
of what is facetious, if he means to furnish
amusement to the club at the expense of Re
publicans In crying to civil service reform
he lifts up his voice in behalf of that which
the Democratic party has Knocked at and
trampled under foot Is he not dead enough
already, that he faunts this new insult in the
eyes of the Democratic party that murdered
him? At the banquet last year Carter Har-
rison sobered the hilarious members by APP
plying the ice of common sense to their befud-
died brains. And this time a dead
man comes back to plague them with their
sins of insincerity He makes his cause good
by pointing to the record and patheti-
cally presenting his own dismembered head.
The ghost of murdered principles still PAGES
the Democratic banquet hall. Unbidden, a
place for it must be made at every feast,
and tongue is put in its feshless jaws. But
never in the history of man was more pitiable
and pathetic spectacle presented than was the
appearance of Mr.. Pendleton on this occasion,
armed with speech in defense of ideas for
which he was forever put out of the way.