Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-30
The Process of DsAintesration.

The Process of DsA,ntesratlon.
 We once had an exalted opinion of tho Republican party-Athat is to say, of it's prescience, its cohesion, it's adaptabiNty, it's iron discipline and it's stubborn au- dacity. Born of the civil war, all of it's processes took upon them the gleam of the saber- Triumphant in the struggle, it strode forward without halt to the full fillment of it's destiny. Of course the trampling went on over many new made grave. Of course there always accompa- nies every march of snbjugation whole multitude of things which fly In the air like vultures. which devour upon the earth like beasts of prey Hence for the south it's eight long years of agony, tra- vail and chains.
 In all of this, however. the Republicans but did after their kind. Conquerors must have their spoils. From the days of Solo, mon, with his captains and his shouting men, " to the days of Queen Victoria, where goes the pursuing sword the map makers do follow it. A sponge dipped in blood wipes out with gauntleted hand all the lines upon tho old blackboard. When the new reappears call first the class in geog- raphy. Some of it's lessons at least must all be gone over again.
 Of late, however. we think we have seen signs that the Republican party has begun to wabble. Once 1t had steel bar for backbone. Grant drove it home and it remained intact until Hayes came with his amen corner and Garfield with his glory hallelujah. Then something like a shiver ran through it's frame and it was seen to stoop little. Bad signl Steel bars never stoop.
 Further along little it began to gush. Another bad sign. Only those exult who take their armor off, not those who put it on. Still further along it's old time au- dacity began to disappear. It permitted itself to be imbued with the idea that some one individual member of the party was greater even than the party itself. The worst sign of all. That party which deliberately mattresses itself goes to bed, leaving only g single sentinel to look after its vast encampment, is as good as dead before morning.
 Hence, as we see it, the Republican party-that party which once had Grant for it's commanderin-chief, old Zach. Chandler for it's chief of staff and the Hon. John Sherman for it's excellency of the exchequer-standst today an inert and 1abby mass without the revivifying and quickening impulses of James c. Blaine. In other words, without him it is helpless, hopeless, bewildered, ready to run, not capable of forming line of battle, and afraid almost to hold to it's uniform and it's arms.
 Sad spectacle from one standpoint-the standpoint of American political man. hood. And why this fetich? Why this conjuration? Why this faith in the leadership of the gentleman from Maine? Why this swift running to meet him? Why no other man in all the ranks save the tattooed gentleman from over the sea? The Lord only knows except that the dry rot has seized upon the party of Appomat- tox. The Romans, in their old and cor rupt days, filled their legions with bar barians, and put to lead them slaves and eunuchs.
 At best, is Blaine strong? Beaten once for the presidential nomination by na- tional convention of his own party, and beaten again for president by the people at the polls, what has happened since then to add to his popularity? His Bangor speech, just after his overthrow?-that was nothing but the bloody shirt, and if the bloody shirt is all, there is Ingalls,. Take him. His tariff interview at Paris? you have read of the flood. Go back there to find favorite. His billing and cooing? His no today and his yes to-mor- row2
 She has two eyes SO soft and brown;
 Take carel
 She gives g side glance and looks down;
 Bewarei Bewarel
 Trust her not; she is fooling thee.
 But seriously, is such sort of candi- date the sort the Republicans want? I'm agine old Bismarck in the attitude of coquette angling for lover, when if there ever was party on this earth which needed man like Bismarck to lead it, that party today is the Republican party. But it is not our funeral, Pass on with the corpse. In the event that there is no more holy ground. there is always plenty of room in the potter's field. d.-Kansas City Times.