The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-11-09
A SCRATCHING PROPHECY
AND WHAT CAME OF 1T.

AND WHAl GAME oF II.
As u political undertaken, Mr.. C. C..
Crothers is not a success, not certainly, in
his attempt to bury the Republicans Of
Maryland.
And why he is not so, is in some meas
ure at least, the result of his own reckless
ness in INDUCING political prophecies.
This, the WING thinks, can be logically
proved, in the story of the memorable
prophecy he INDUCED in during the recent
campaign, which shows him to be unrel-
able, either as prophet or undertaken.
In two public speeches, one delivered at
the Swamp" the other at Warwick, Mr..
Crothers promised to bury the Republicans
so deep on Tuesday, and that with their
faces downwards, that they could easily
scraici their way to - where they
belong"
Now, we have no desire to add to Mr..
Crothers' present mental and political
at1lction. by the untimely resuI rection of
anything foolish he may have said in the
heat and distemper of political discussion
The disastrous results of election day,
are a sufficient Nemesis for his blood
Thirsty desire, to bury everybody that
would not vote for him
And besides, the vain desire OF the Sena-
tor C?) to 90 into the undertaking business
by wholesale at the Swamp" had two
especially mitigating circumstances at
tending it,
The great original "resurrectionist, Mr.,
German, stood by his side when he made
the prophecy, and the occasion was also a
"barbacue,' when the odor of the bloody
beef, and half cooked roasts, RECALLED his
nostrls
Now we all know, that mans temper
and tone are largely influenced by his daily
occupation.
A man that lives and thrives upon the
daily odor of the slaughter house. who has
before him constantly the bloody spectacles
of the abattoir necessarily becomes callous
and insensible, to the pain of the struggling
animals that daily die before him.
So it is with a man who sticks pigs for a
living wrings chickens necks, or performs
any other daily occupation that destroys
life.
He gets liking for it,
The desire to take blood showed itself in
the Garden of Eden, and the destructive
instinct has distinguished the human ami
nal ever since.
Now Mr.. Crothers had been travelling all
over the State, metaphorically speaking.
Staying the bloody Republicans, and when
he reached BATTLE swamp" the spectacle
of bloody OK roasting on its spit, was not
calculated to assuage his blood thirsty
passions.
Naturally, his destructive instincts were
stirred.
When he rose to speak, he felt in his
bones, that he as well as Mr.. Hurst and
Mr. Smith were bound to be beaten, and
the sight of bloody beef was too much for
him.
With the blood in his eye, but not really
in his heart, he looked out from the plat
form only to see "burying ground across
the fields.
And the burying ground had a very pro
voking name, too-IIopewell.
Instantly the effective metaphor of bury
ing the Republicans stirred his mind, and
he gave the world his startling prophecy.
1t resoundcd all over the county and
State.
From every nook and corner OF his dear
old Maryland, the threatening prophecy
echoed
Worcester Republicans heard it and
stared at each other aghast.
1t echoed along the placid plateau of the
Susquehanna, twas murmured in the rip
ping music of the romantic Octoraro's
ceaseless flow, and loudly reyerberated
from the peaks of "Penn Mar" and the
rocky passes Of the Alleganies.
1t stirred the Republican blood OF the
State, as well as Mr.. Crothers' own blood.
"Kc,p ont Of the grare that Crothers has
dug for as at Battle S'camp'-became the
rallying cry OF the radicals.
Re-assessment and free school books, free
oyster beds or no beds at all, as popular
issues in the campaign sank into innocuous
desuetude.
1t can be seriously GU asserted, that the
terror Of the big chieftain's threat, excited
more alarm among the Republican clans,
than the memorable Lochiel's warning ex-
cited among the Scottish Highland clans
"Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day
When the Lowlands will meet you in battle
array"