The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-07-23
GETTING BACK!
The CALM, SWEET DAYS OF DEMOCRATIC
PROSPERITY COMINGI

AtOOi iAul OOMil'O
The human mind is busy crea-
ture, and in its eagerness to grasp the
scenes and experiences about it some
times reaches out beyond the present
hour, presenting by comparison with
seen of the present, the expert
ences and scenes Of other days. We
have often heard the term pilgrim u
used in connection with the taking of
journeys by our fellow-creatures, yet
there may be some who do not realize
the fact that there is a vast column
of pilgrims in motion now. These
pilgrims have been for many years
looking toward the promised land, as
seen from the lookout Of the Demo-
cratic party. The intervening space
was filled with the excessive growth
of grain, and flowers, and kindred
rubbish. The pilgrim sighed for the
good quiet days beyond, and for the
inheritence from which he had been
thrust by the force Of circumstances
so long ago. 1t had never been, since
that fateful hour, like it was in the
olden time. There was too much
nonsense, too much extravaganza;
there were too many banks, and too
many manufactures stealing from the
poor; the factories had come in to OPP
press the poor men by low wages, and
should be wiped out, so that they
could not oppress the poor at all.
We should go back to the good old
days, when the little wheat and oats
patches were cut with the sickel, and
when man had to raise the tow for
new suit of clothes. Those were
the days Of Democratic simplicity, and
economy. And these were the days
toward which the Democratic politi-
clan trundled his ambition with all
the tenderness with which the beetle
rolls its ball on the highway.
The wall of the distressed Democrat
was at last heard, and the wicked
people who had introduced the ruin
Gus sea of prosperity were driven
from power. The Democrat reioiced
with exceeding great joy. The good
time is to come, at last! The noise,
the dust, and filth of the coal mines
are to be removed, and where they
have so long been a nuisance, the
quiet Democrat can walk to town
with his bunch of slippery-elm bark
and half dozen eggs. and trade them
for plug Of old-fashioned "dog-leg''
tobacco, and live like gentleman.
He will not be compelled to plow,
and dig, and hoe, to raise potatoes
and corn for thieving furnaces and
monopolies, but can raise enough to
feed his horse and his hogs, and let
the ticks and rabbits take care Of the
rest.
His business will be as safe as in
the good old days, for then every man
had great book to tell whether the
dollar bill he had earned by four days
hard work was good or not. This is
the joyous prospect which the old
time Democrat looks forward to, and
which he eulogizes to the young men
Of to-day. And he may be destined
to enjoy the full fruition of his hopes
Things are pointing that way. The
owls were building in the furnace
stacks" last fall, now the poor owls
are starved out and gone. Men were
compelled to work on three-fourths
to full time, last year, at good wages,
now they get no time, and nothing.
All we want is to have little pa
tlence. We may yet see the day when
we may all get out and raise hick-
ory pole, and hold a baracue upon ten
cents worth Of gingerbread bought
with two dollars and half in furnace
scrip. We voted for change,
friends, we've got change. We're a
solemn procession of pilgrims, march
ing onward toward the Democratic
millennium. and we're slowly getting
around to the good old days.
Not particle of calomel or any
other deleterious substance enters in
to the composition of Ayers Cathar-