The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1904-07-09
SPEECH OF LITTLETON
NOMINATING PARKER
Eloquent Brooklyn Orator Pays Beautiful Tribute
to the JuriSt--High Praise Of
the South.

~. Louis, July S.--TIon. Martin w.
Littleton, in nominating Judge Par
ker said:
Mr.. chairman and gentlemen of the
convention: We do not expect here
that stupid peace which smells of
ch1oroform.
We do not wish that unctuous unani-
nifty, which springs from the uncon-
f1icting emotions of solitary man.
We would not have our harmony in a
single harness. We, too,-fove the stir
of a strenuous life; but we believe in
equal strenuousness for all and
special strenuousness for none. We do
not derive our power from the seats
from the mighty, but from the souls
OF the humble. We do not ask for
fnane agreement springing from faith
less fire; but rather outbursts of dis
sension issuing from robust freedom.
We are not in executive session, but
rather in the committee of the whole.
We were sent here by the people to
select candidate. We were not sent
here by the candidate to notify the
people. Our adversaries by dwelling
tenderly on the simplicity of the la
Eiented Mckinley managed to endure
for three days tho strenuosity of
Roosevelt.
Mckinley and Roosevelt.
BY recounting in affectionate terms
the achievements of the one they evok-
ed an enthusiasm which they imme-
diately credited to the other. Through
tears that were shed for the noble
dead they saw a larger outline of
the living. Driven by lash and lured
by luck they called on all the sacred
dust to keep their spirits up. Set to
run three full days. the pendulum Pc
tered out. the hands stuck fast and
only a strenuous shake could make
the wheels go round. Spiritless in the
sullen task they were worked uphill
against the grain and gravity of the
hour. Without the master whom they
had learned to love they fingered list
less under the whip of one whom they
have learned to fear. 4 -
stripped of premeditated pomp and
shorn of soothing phrase. the occasion
meant no more or less than an era of
boots and spurs. Take away the trib-
ute to the dead and all that is left is
horseman on the slopes of San Juan.
Remove the reverent Black that tells
Of nations grief and underneath is
khaki uniform. Withhold the record
made by hands and hearts now still
ana all that is left is usurpations ac-
count. Pull on the mask that wears
the kindly smile of peace and see the
grim and firm teeth of war.
Leap I'm the Darkness.
IT was the change from sure and
certain ways to the shifting, eddy
Ing currents of the wild unknown. 1t
was a leap In the darkness of Repub-
ucan eclipse and four years hence
will find them vainly looking for the
light. 1t marks the place where a par
~. rich In years of service. forsook
the beaten path and went on a winding
way or untravelled roads. 1t makes
the gap between the era of the conser-
vative and this radical 1t looks good
now, because they do not see where
the old force ends and the new be-
gins. But as they drive away to sea
the overwhelming span 'twixt craft
and land will set many a lifeboat to-
ward the shore.
Old Way StilI the Best.
There is much talk OF twisting ten
dons In the race OF life, of running
out OF breath toward the open grave.
The old and honored way is still the
best; but not so strenuous as to strain
yourself, nor yet so simple as to fall
asleep. There is much said by those
who sit on cushioned chairs about
towards and weaklirgs in the nations
life. The sunburnt farmer is just as
brave as the star-crowned soldier. The
man or natural peace is hero a hun
dred times to where the man of ar
tihcial war is hero once Somehow
of late the atmosphere of our national
life Is filled with a spray of blood:
somehow the march of progress sounds
of hammered steel; somehow, although
the sunlight of peace is all about us.
there is now and then the CLEAN of
bayonets in its radiant fire and a flash
OF swords as in its silver beams; some