Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1882 — Dinna Ye Hear the Slogan ? [ARTICLE]

Dinna Ye Hear the Slogan ?

What’s the news? Dinna ye hear the slogan? The very paving stones are not so dead as to be deaf to the shout now bounding from valley to mountain peak—from cliff to crag: “The Republican party is dying.” The death sweat is on its crime-stained forehead. The death rattle is in its throat. Gods! what a rigor it had in Ohio! See its paralyzed hands loosening their grip in New York! In Pennsylvania its spine is broken and every joint is dislocated. While here in Indiana Republicans are offering to bet that their party will be dead and on its cooling board on Nov. 7. Dinna ye hear the slogan ? Ditina ye hear a thousand slogans, battle cries, rallying shouts, calling the clans? Indiana hears them. ludiana is responding. Indiana is to be redeemed from the grasp of Republicanism. The grand old Democratic party is to take the helm of state. Democratic principles are to be in the ascendency. The Republican shout is reduced to a whine. The Republican party is forced to keep step, as it tramps into exile, to the tune of the rogue’s march. While the Democratic party, catching inspiration from key-notes of victory erect, defiant, aggressive decked in the royal robes of sovereignty, is prepivr .ng to sail the ship of state by Democratic charts. It is said of the inhabitants of tho Alpine regions of Switzerland —of tho herdsmen who live far up toward cloudland —that when the suu is setting the herdsman on the highest elevation takes his Alpine horn, and as distinctly as if speaking through a trumpet sends forth the shout, “Praise the Lord God!” Then other herdsmen-on far-away cl If and crag t ike their Alpine horns and shout back, “Praise the Lord God!” And thus for a Half hour all tho mount tin gorges are filled with echoes, bounduig from peak to peak, from valley to summit,“Praise the Lord God!” When" the last sound has died away then the herdsman mounts the skies, takes his Alpine horn and sends forth the benediction : “Good-night!” and again tlio grand corridors of the mountains are vocal with the herdsmen’s adieus. This done, with heads uncovered, a prayer is offered, and the men of the mountain seek repose. On the night of Nov. 7, as the sun is setting, Democrats on high elevations of victory will send forth the bugle blasts: “Praise the Lord God.” The Republican party can’t bark, nor bite, nor wag its tail. It is dead. From New York and Pennsylvania Democrats from high watch-towers will respond in trumpet tones, “Praise the Lord God, Folger and forgery are dead; Cameron’s neck is broken; the people are free; the Democratic party is crowned victor.” Then all the Democrats in this ocqpm-girt republic will send forth to comrades, “Good-nignt.” Dinna ye hear tiie slogan ? The veteran actor, Mr. James E. Murdoch, recently gave a reading to the fishermen at Lauesville, Mass. He erected a hut and pavillion at his own expense, and then invited about five hundred sunbrowned old sailors from Gloucester and Lauesville to hear ‘Enoch Arden” read. The occasion is said by those, who were-pi’esent to have been a most remarkable and interesting one, the audience being the most attentive and sympathetic, probably, that ever heard Tennyson’s poem read. Two Toronto elopers were 50 and 19, with the forty years seniority belonging to the woman.