Middletown transcript., 1899-03-25

their homes, remorseful and lundone
And thousands have since asked thI
question, "Why was this2' "Wa
there omethiDg in the qualifications O.
character of Mr.. Addicks to win thei
attachment and suffrage in the face o.
the disapproval of their friends2'
"Were their votes cast thus in consider
alton of their interest in the Republi-
can partyP' "Were they suspected o.
such broad and high patriotism al
would lead them to so perilous steE
for the good Of the countryW "Wert
they so Jealous to have Delaware repre-
sented in the National Legislatnrep"
Really, MY fellow citizens, I confess
to you that it is with amazement that
one contemplates that strange and
mysterious power by which one man
holds his fellows to his purpose and bis
commands. With what unquestioning
devotion fifteen men, who we're chosen.
last November, with the definite under
standing that they would elect a Sena-
tor, passed SO suddenly into a trance.
Fifteen gentle-spirited and unaggressive
men, as they were known to be in or
binary life, are transformed into a
compact band Of devotees, as blindly
attached to their master, as a company
of Pagan worshipers at at Eastern
shrine. Then consider, how at an ap-
pointed time the number grows to 16,
and then, after festive interview, to
18, and then at the last to 81, and
thenceforth to the end with what ryth-
mic unison they hold fast to one pur-
pose, and keep step to the wave of the
magician's wandi
What is this strange and admirable
power, this conviction that is impatient
of argument, ,and inquiry, and approach,
that closes up all the gates of the
mind, lest some uncircumcised maraud-
er should seek to invade the sacred pre-
cincts2 Marvellous indeedl Is it the
attraction of unusual knowledge, of
rare eloquence Of speech, of exalted
and exceptional virtue, of the power of
q great, loving, unselfsh, bene6cient
and forgiving natureP Is it the hyp-
motto power, the Odic force, the divine
magnetism, by which chosen few of
the worlds heroes have now and then,
through the ages, held sway over the
souls of men2 Really, Mr.. Addicks is
to be congratulated on the possession Of
the strange charm. Let him not be
surprised if it becomes subject of
speculation and investigation. Let him
not wonder if people become astounded
at these performances Of newly-risen
political prestidigitator. Many inquiries
will be made.-many have been made,
and il some interpreters should blund-
er into uncharity and shadowy sugges-
tions, he should not feel aggrieved, but
rather attribute the mistake to that
mental bewilderment which proceeds
from graphing with the mysterious and
Now, let me repeat that hitherto /
have acted with the Union Republicans
honestly, and in good faith. 1 have
been accused, ty few, of being
traitor. ITO whom ?" would ask.
1 have been accused Of carrying water
on both shoulders. That I will not
deny. Like the ancient ter-bearers,
have endsavored to balance the bur-
den on the right with the burden on
the left, for l have been ambitious and
anxious, as far as possible TO reconcile
the two factions Of the party. I have
endeayored to quench the fires Of politi-
cal rancor on the right hand and on the
left. I have thought myself somewhat
in this direction, but
there shall be no mistake.
I will not, any more, carry water on
both shoulders. 1t shall be well known
just where l stand. l am a Lincoln
/ will not again give my
to Mr.. Addicks, nor to the
Union Republican party while he is. its
recognized leader, and a candidate for
the United States Senate.
The Union Republican party as it
now stands, is not Republican party.
It is an Addicks party. It has gone
after strange gods and left me where
have always been. And no doubt.
some of its adherents will slurringly
say that I will be very lonely. Very
likely | that may be. but it is respect
able loneliness, that was preceded by
good company long before the Union
party was born. and hence
forth, If I can't find associates repre-
senting my principles, at least in a
measure, will 90 to the ballot box at
every election time. and deposit. as my
ballot, the picture of the immortal rail-
splitter. J. S. WILLIS.
FARLow, KING AND CLARK.