Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1899-01-05
"Chickens Coming Home to Roost. !"


Southern circle" made by PresideL
: Mckinley very recently much ha
!. been said and written. Nearly ever
:. Democratic paper in the South tha
!, supported Bryan in 1896 has had oni
kind words for the President and hi
journey through the Southland, but il
the South's largest city,. New. Orleans
!, where the editor of one of the BIZ
dailies, viz: the States, could see IN
, good in Bryan nor the Chicago plat
form, but gave support to Palmer ant
Buckner, of whom Bynum, Palmer Al
raft of others have since said, wert
nominated to elect Mckinley and de
feat Bryan, we find a change of front
Never before was there a. better illustra
tiOn of Chickens Coming Home 'c
Roost", and being made sick On its OWL
confeclions, than is here given III this
blast from the pen of one who was IN
1856 hail fellow we'll met with the Presi-
dent and Senator Hanna. The States
Says:
"Mr. William Mckinley is the grand
est fraud of the age. We doubt If ever
a bigger humbug occupied SO exalted a
station. He talks with the sweetness
of an angel and does the dirty work of
Mark Hanna with the servility of a
Circassian slave. At Atlanta he made
al address to a crowd of Southern
shouters, in which he said:
Every soldiers grave made during
the unfortunate civil war is tribute to
American valor. And while, when
those graves were made, we differed
widely about the future of the govern
ment, those differences were long ago
settled by the arbitrament OF arms
and the time has now come in the evolu-
tion of sentiment and feeling, under the
providence of God, when in the spirit of
fraternity. we should share with you in
the care of the graves of the Confeder.
ate soldiers
''This is very pretty, but all Of it
which amounts to anything more than
gush and rot Is due to the valor OF
American soldiers. During the civil
war the soldiers of both sections distin-
gulshed their country by courage, hero
ism, and constancy under privations
and suffering, and when the war was
over the bluecoat and the Southern sol
dier, who had no coat at all, clasped
hands, each paying tribute to the valor
of the other. The war was ended, and
If it had been left to the fighters of both
sides all would have been merry meet
ing. But gang of unscrupulous poll
ticians, aided by speculators, contract
ors, and schemers, backed by malig-
nants, captured the control of the gov
ernment, and the reconstruction era,
with all its shame and infamy, was in
augurated. This was turned down
finally by the constancy and unfalter-
ing courage of the South, after millions
of money and property had been stolen
or destroyed by Mr.. McKinleJ's party.
I'm the course of events. Mr.. McKin-
ley, he of the silver voice and the SUBJ
servient craven's hand, was by the gra-
cious influence of Mark Hanna and
Doodle elected President. Well, did
this William Mckinley, who spoke go
sweetly and so well at Atlanta
do anything to bridge the bloody
chasm'; to make this one country; to
bind the hearts of the South in devotion
and love to this Onion? Nay, not he.
Obeying his Doodle masters, he appoint
ed Henry Demas, an obnoxious and in
famous negro politician, to high Fed
eral office in this city. In utter disre-
gard of the wishes of the people-nay,
in many instances in face of the violent
protests of the white people-he ap-
pointed numerous negro postmasters in
different portions of the South-not
one in the North. The war came on,
and out of fifty-seven brigadier-generals
appointed. be selected fifty two from the
North and five from the South, while
only few days ago his master, Hanna,
in his behalf, threatened that if any op
position to McKinley's appointments
were made by the sugar-planters OF
Louisiana, then, so far as lay in his
power to control tariff or other legisla-
tion, the said planters would be ruined.
| 1t is true denial of this has been sent
out; but we doubt if any sensible man
| believes the denial.
"Such is William Mckinley, who
journeys South to receive the applause
and adulations of his southern sub
jects.
His words were very pretty. They
remind us of familiar fable: walk
into my parlor, said the spider to the
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