The Portland daily press., 1892-06-22

politics, we followed him in his brilliant
charge against the enemy. We saw him
| win. We saw him robbed of victory by
a false and fraudulent count. Never
have we faltered in our devotion to him
or to the Republican cause he represents.
We never will! That man loves Blaine
most, who serves his party best. Our
| hearts go out to him to-day as he mourns
his noble son. The playmate of nv
| youth, the friend Of my manhood-to
| know him was to love him-God comfort
him in his hour of grief.
In 1888, by the greatest majority since
| the election of hamberlain-fresh from
| the glory of Gettysburg-we proclaim to
the world our faith in the integrity, the
mastery ability, the unfiinching Repub-
| licanism of that soldier-statesman who
presides over the destinies of this great
| Republic. We meet, to-day, to assure
| him, to say to the world, that his mag
| niticent administration, without spot or
| flaw, or blemish, commands our respect
challenges all criticism, and wins our
| hearty and answering loyalty. He
needs no platform to commend him to
| the Republicans of Maine. His life is a
platform. He was the friend of Lincoln
and wore his uniform; with Grant he
helped restore the national credit: with
Hayes he stood firm as the granite hills
of Maine against the sophistries of green
backism.
He can read the history of the Republi-
can party and say in truth ssquoru,,e
magma parsfui," C'of these things great
part was.")
| The wealth of Maine lies in the power
OF her mighty rivers rushing through
their rock-bound channels to the sea-
sleeping giants awaiting the hands of
| capital to chain them to the wheels of
industry. Traverse her forests with
their evergrowing wealth, run her rivers
with the plunging logs, listen to the
whirring saw, see the cotton leave the
loom in fabrics fine, watch the wool
through web and woof, mark the grind
ing knives that cheaper intelligence for
the millions, hear the music of the ham
mers on her granite hills, all making
markets for her sixty thousand farms
and singing the song of Plenty, Pros
| perity and Protectioni Go. where YOU
will, her people wellfed, well-shod, we'll
| clothed, well-housed; "Content sits bask-
ing on the cheek of toil'' Shall all this
be changed that a hungry Democracy
may eat of the fiesh-pots of Egypt? In
truth lit is condition and not theory
that confronts us?'' We are satisfied with
| the condition.
The men and women of Maine believe
| in the dignity of labor. In the greasy
| hand of themechanic they see the mark
of kingly manhood. They begin the
day with toll and with the setting sun
| look for their pay in money that shall
| not change in value with the flying clouds
They know that President Harrison
stands for stable money firmly as he
stood for popular sovereignty upon the
hills of Resaca.
| Along our rock-bound coast are thous-
| ands of men that go down to the sea in
ships. Since the Fourth of March 1899
how many have been outraged in the
| ports of little Canada? Ask the hardy
fishermen what think they of an Admin
istration that has beess Amefican? Will
they change for a Cleveland who shivered
in the White House at the yelping of
Canadian ours? Has any true American
had sscause to blush for his country's S
honor at home or abroad during the
| present administration?
Imagine a Cleveland and Bayard in
power during the Chilian crisis, when
American honor was upheld by the
courage of Harrison and the diplomacy
of Blaine. Under Republican rule the
very stars shine brighter on the flag, the
same dear old flag that above the smoke
| of Gettysburg prophesied the triumph of
| popular government the world around.
We have seen Harrison and Blaine
stamp across the banner of Protection
the gold and silver letters of Reciprocity.
They made history. They made it posi-
Die Tor the Republican party to march on
to greater triumphs and grander achieve
ments. Already white-winged messen-
gers of peace by the score are sailing
into ports where the American flag had
become but memory and a reminis-
cence. Her merchant marine is the
pride and glory of the State of Maine.
Her ship yards lift their arms to Heaven
and cry out against the party that would
surrender the advantage we have gained
in the struggle for the commerce of the
world. At this very hour, where the
Kennebec rolls in majesty to meet the
storm-lashed seas of the Atlantic, the
clang OF the hammer sings p@ans of
praise to the Republican policy that made
iron shipbuilding in Maine a possibility
Hyde, that man of iron nerve. courage
Gus in war and peace, that he must shift
his. yards to the shores of the Clyde?
Not alone in the domain of business
has this administration upheld the faith
that America is for Americans. AT last,
thanks be to President Harrison and
Republican Congress, no lover of his
country shall again blush to see another
old veteran of 81, clad in the blue, torn
from the iberty-loving sky his white
hairs crown of everlasting glory. limp
ing ''over the hill to the poor house,
bearing in his hands the broken promises
of Abraham Lincoln. Soldiers Of Maine,
whom shall it be, the hangman of Buffa-
10, who rejoiced in your defeat on the
Peninsula, and from his chair of State
stabbed you in the back with his insult
ing vetoes, or your comrade that slept
with you by night, the earth his pillow,
his tent the canopy of Heaven, and by
day marched with you and Sherman
fir ON Atlanta to the Seap
Revolutions move slowly, but as sure
as God holds in his hands the breath of
man and the life of states, the time must
come when all over this vast nation,
from the frozen North to the sun-kissed
South, from the stormy seas of the At
lantic to the shores where rolls the Ore
gon, the humblest citizen shall have the
rightto cast one vote and have that vote
counted. Civilization demands it, The
Republicans of Maine demand it. Presi-
dent Harrison stands for it, Gentlemen,
we have leaders in line with our stalWart