The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-07-09

Littleton of New York, in placing
Judge Parkeris name before the con-
vention, referred to the varying ele-
ments constituting it. 1--WE do not ex-
pect here that stupid peace which
smells of chloroform," he said. 1--WE
do not wish that unctuous unanimity
which springs from the unconficting
emotions of solitary man. We would
not have our harmony in single har-
ness. We, too. love the stir of siren
uous life; but we believe in equal
strenuousness for all and special siren
uousness for none. We do not derive
our power from the seats of the
mighty but from the souls of the hum
BILE. We do not ask for inane agree
ment springing from faithless fire; but
rather outbursts of dissension issuing
from robust freedom. We are not in
committee of the whole. We were sent
here by the people to select a candi-
date. We were not sent here by the
candidate to notify the people.
"Our adversaries, by dwelling ten
derby on the simplicity of the lament
ed Mckinley, managed to endure for
three days the strenuosity of Roose-
welt. By recounting in affectionate
terms the achievements of the one they
evoked an enthusiasm which they i'm
mediately 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 for three full days, the pendulum
petered out, the hands stuck fast and
only strenuous shake could make the
wheels go round. Spiritless in the sui
len task they worked up hill the grain
and gravity of the hour. Without the
master whom they had learned to love
they fingered listless under the whip
of one whom they have learned to fear.
The Republican Mask.
Stripped of premediated 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
a horseman on the slopes of San Juan.
Remove the reverend black that tells
of a nations grief and underneath is
a khaki uniform. Withhold the record
made by hands and hearts now still
and all that is left is usurpations bold
account. Pull off the mask that wears
the kindly smile of peace and see the
grim and firm set teeth of war. 1t was
the change from sure and certain ways
to the shifting, eddying currents of
the wild unknown. 1t was leap in
the darkness of Republican eclipse and
four years hence will find them vainly
looking for the light. 1t marks the
peace where party which, in years of
service, forsook the beaten path and
went on a winding way of untraVeled
roads. 1t makes the gap between the
era of the conservative and the radical
1t looks good now because they do not
see where the old force ends and the
new begins. But as they drive away
to sea the widening span twixt
craft and land will set many a life
boat toward the shore.
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 your
self, nor yet so simple as to fall asleep.
There is much said by those who sit
on cushioned chairs about towards and
weaklings in the nations life. The sun
burnt farmer is just as brave as the
star-crowned soldier. The man of nat
ural peace is hero hundred times to
where the man of artificial war is hero
once. Somehow of late the atmos-
phere 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 it's ra-
diant fire and flash of swords in it's
silver beams; somehow, although the
constitution is still in force there is a
sense of failing power and growing
disrespect, which makes us feel that
the venerable old man-so to speak
is halt and blind with years, and bur
dens the strenuous household of mis-
grandchildren. Somehow at times,
there runs sort of shock right down
to the foundations of this republic
which makes the structure tremble and
all the country pauses and listens and
then returns to work. Somehow, al
though the future welcomes us, ii does
so with a mailed hand; somehow, al
though you cannot put your finger On
the cause, there is a universal fear,
the mother watching while her children
sleep, now and then she hears the bu-
gle call, the tramp of soldiers, and star
ing in the darkness of dream she sees
the rigid upturned face. The toiler.
turning all his time and sinew to gain
which others get, begins to douot that
the government is just. The man If
means, who puts II out in the active
currents of the tide and sees the peril
Of this doubt and the governments
COMPROMISE with both, begins to feel
that It is better bearded than employed.
Fear of Another Problem.
"The North and the South. each