Birmingham state herald., 1896-07-19
THE SPIRIT OF ANDREW JACKSON REIN
 CARNATED IN WILLIAM ]. BRYAN.

Our noble young president-to-be, di-
 vinely gifted man, said, in that thunder
 bolt of thoughts that breathed and words
 that burned, with which he electrified
 the convention of 10000 people at Chi
 cago last week: Thomas Hart Benton
 said that in searching the pages of his
 tory he could find only one parallel to
 Andrew Jackson, and that was Cicero, when he destroyed the conspiracy of Cat aline and saved Rome, and thus did for his country what Andrew Jackson did when he destroyed the United States
 bank conspiracy and saved America" I confidently believe that the future great historian of our country will find
 in both these patriotic services parallels
 to the service which is to be rendered
 his country and mankind by William
 Jennings Bryan in saving our nation
 from the curse of monetary and taxation
 laws made by and for a plutocracy,
 which is an automatic conspiracy of hu-
 man greed and selfishness.
 There are more things in heaven and
 earth than e'er were dreamed of in our
 philosophy" so the greatest of all poets
 tells us, and is 1t not entirely possible that
 in this crisis of our country's history
 there has been relncarnated in William J. Bryan, the statesman and orator, the spirit of Andrew Jackson? Undying ray! unfading flame Of glory set within our skies! Forever burning there the same Above our nations destinies-r And linked with all the noble band Who worship freedom in this land, Whose rolling streams and rugged sod Still, still no monarch own but God! Beam on! beam on! while millions turn To where thy lofty splendors burn Like seraph wings, whose rainbow plumes From Heavens far battlements unfurled Shine brightly through portentious glooms That pail our gold-debt-ridden world. Star of the west whose steadfast light Still sparkles OCT our troubled sea! We'll may the watcher of the night Turn with trusting heart to thee To thee whose hand once steered the bark Of state when all around was dark And bent the white wing of the mast, That trembled like thing of fear Beneath the tempest's thunder blast, Before it's haven-rest was near. Chief of the brave, twas thine wield Resistless sword on battlef1eldi To weather many adverse gales, And once, behind the cotton bales At New Orleans to strike the blow That laid the British lion low! Fen a mighty harp with strings Doth thrill beneath the tempests wings So thrilled the nations soul when thou Trampled the Briton meath thy feet, And saw victorious OCT thy brow Unfurled, Columbia's glory sheet. Long as hero's grave shall be A cherished altar for the free An, dearer far, and more divine Than Persian orb or orient shrine Long as the river, by whose wave Thou led'st the armies of the brave, Shall in the shades of evening dim Echo the anthem of the sea, And mingle with its solemn hymn The ancient songs of liberty Long as the spirits of the blest Shall hover O CT the patriots sleep, True as those planets of the west That watch the shut eyes of the deep Long as our starry banner flies On flashing waves, meath azure skies, A radiant hope from Heaven displayed To all who groan in tyrant chains That ct daapita n throne and blade. For them brighter lot remains So long, oh, soldier, patriot, sage,
 So long, unterrified, sublime, Shalt thou, despite detraction's rage Tower up, the landmark of thine age, The greatest spirit of thy time! Now, when the clouds of treason lower Der freedoms democratic tower And that for which both gray-haired sire And boyhood once did give their life Freedom-does wither heath the fire Of the gold moloch's greedy strife; O, let the patriot boldly start With kindled eye and swelling heart, And, calling on thy magic name Rush where the ranks Of no,,, treac,hefGy G@ sta stand And fearless quench the unnoly name Lit on the altars of our land! What tho the heavy marble rest, TIu Thy eli1t spirit t has come ne down the years Win Henry's "A d with Jefferson, To meet a f1atiyls hopes and prayers In Bryan-all in unison. Bryan, our citadel campeador, With courage from '"The Hermitage, With Patrick Henrys burning words With thoughts that breathe from Jenerson And sword of patriotism pure, Shall drive to rout the grasping MOOT "ho III o1i HENRY K. WHITE. Birmingham, Ala, July 16, 1896. vo,, oon read on your yerandas by elec-