The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-08-03
Turn Them Out.

Maryland IN confidence placed their
State Government in the hands of the
Democratic party, and during those
twenty-five years, we venture to say, the
confidence of no people has been more
thoroughly abused.
At the very outset and from that
hour, without intermission, until now,
the managers of the Democratic party
have seemed to consider the people as
their servants and the State Govern
ment as their personal property.
The arbitrary will of an arrogant and
all-powerful ring of Democratic politi-
clans has been the poor substitute tor
law and the fruitful source of fraud and
misrule.
Sinecures, worthless offices, have
been created to make place for the
graceless pets of a clique, legislation
has been dominated by an unscrupu-
Ious lobby, "fifteen-per.cent" statesmen
have held high sway and compelled
rights that ought to have been awarded
without price, to pay tribute to their
greed.
Suffrage, In many parts of the State
and frequently, has been mere farce
sometimes, tragedy-and on one &C.
casion, at least, the Chief Magistrate of
the Commonwealth has been placed in
the Executive chair by the right of
might and the power of the bludgeon.
1t has been the golden age of the
srounder" and the repeater"
- The simple truth of the matter is,
that the So. called managers of the Dem
ocratic party have not been able to re-
sist the temptations OF power. Indi-
vidually honest and upright, doubtless,
in their social and business relations,
nevertheless, having once tasted "the
sweets OF power" they have resorted
to any and all methods to perpetuate
their rule. Perhaps they have not in
tentionally misgoverned, but that they
have misgoverned can no longer be
denied.
Once upon time we are told Ger
man poet was entrusted with particu-
larly fine sausage, which he was to con-
vey to the donors friend at Paris. In
the course of long journey he smelled
the sausage /; he got hungry and de
sired to taste it; he pared morsel off,
then another and another, in successive
moments of temptation, till at last the
sausage was, humanity speaking, at an
end. The offense had not been pre-
medltated, but the effect on the sau-
sage was the same. The poet had
never loved meanness, but he loved
sausage and the result was, undeniably
awkward.
So it has been with the Democratic
leaders in Maryland. We do not mean
to intimate that they have had any
liking for that ugly abstraction, called
rascallty, but they have liked other
things which has suggested nibbling.
They have been especially fond of
power and the good things that flow
from power, so that among them all,
the Germans and the Bannons and the
Coltons and the Woolfords and the
Rasins the Whytes and the Groomes
and the Baughmans-the governmental
sausage is well nigh consumed.
The sausage eating, however, on the
part OF these gentlemen, at the expense
of the public, is, apparently. about at
an end. They have grown fat on the
meat on which they have fed too fat,
indeed, for further usefulness and the
voters OF the State, it seems, have con-
cluded at last, to give them chance,
in private life, to digest what they have
eaten.
The signs of the times are full of
meaning for the voracious gentlemen
who for twenty-five years have been
seated around the table OF State Gov
eminent. Their meal is about finished.
The play is played out and long.suf-