A Despairing Wail

The Ann Arbor Argus. BEAKES & CURTISS, Proprietors. TERMS.- $ 1.00 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE. OFFICIAL PAPER OF THE CITY. Entered at the Post-Office, in Ann Arbor, Mich. as second-class matter. FRIDAY, AUGUST I8, 1893.| The Argus, in pursuance of its policy of giving all sides a fair hearing, prints Gen. Weaver's speech practically in full. It does not now desire to discuss it further than to call attention to the apparent discrepancy between his statements concerning the per capita circulation of money with those found in the Chicago News Almanac, which over the table says that the table was prepared at the Treasury department. In 1865, according to this table, there was a per capita circulation of $20.57, in 1869 of $17.60, and in 1890 of $23.45. It will be remembered that General Weaver's figures were $85 and $9. This strikes at the very root of his argument concerning the cause of hard times. | A DESPAIRING WAIL. The Inter Ocean is sick. The Inter Ocean is sad. The Inter Ocean no longer puts its trust in the Republican party. Thus and thus and thus: "There are Democrats, and many of them, who do not believe in a policy that will cheapen American labor, and there are a few Republicans who are no thoroughly imbued with the doctrine of protection. Democrats who believe in protection  should have the courage to express their belief, and to vote as they believe in regard to fiscal matters. Protection has been the American policy, and under it America has passed from the state of poorest to that of richest among civilized nations. The mere shadow of free trade has produced alarm; the mere possibility of tariff for revenue only has weakened confidence in the continued prosperity of the country. It is for the patriotic elements of both of the great parties to bid the shadow to flee, to dispel the alarm, and to restore confidence by requiring Congress and the President to make an early and plain declaration of their intentions in regard to tariff." The Inter Ocean  reaches out in the dark. It cries aloud in the wilderness. It reads the riddle of the stars a-wrong. There are no Democrats of the kind it imagines and describes to answer its call. Wherever you find a fellow of that ilk, who pretends to be Democrat, he is a prevaricator, a prevaricating Republican, a coward, who is afraid to claim his soul as his own, a hypocrite, who is ashamed of his opinions, and who, if tempted, would sell his Maker for half what Judas got and take his pay in Mexican dollars. But what has come over the spirit of the Inter Ocean's dream? Why should it so soon despair of Republican adequacy? Why should it appeal to Democrats to save is one great, pivotal Republican principle? Is it not a little late in the day for this High Priest of the Robber Barons to seek a parley with Democrats, and to appeal for a non-partisan consideration of the Robber Tariff? "He either fears Free Trade too much, Or his belief falls flat, Who starts back at Protection's touch, And would not stand it pat." - the saying may be somewhat musty, as our little friend Hamlet would observe, but all the same it is a sign of the times that out of the Chapel of the Robber Castle-the Western Holy of Holys of Pennsylvania's Supreme Being-a voice should issue, as from the tombs, beseeching Democrats to come to the rescue of that Thieving Tariff! Well, they won't come. They won't come worth a cent. Thanks to a campaign of education, extending over fifteen years, the Democratic party is at peace with itself as to Free Trade. It is at war with the Republicans, and only with the Republicans, who in their turn are now at war with themselves, touching that execrable and exposed fraud, High Tariff. It is worse than a fraud. It is a variegated assortment of frauds. It was a beggar-on-horseback. It is a beggar on crutches. It was a bully-in-the-saddle. It is a poor devil by the wayside. It pretended to be a statesman. It has been been proven a mountebank. It has been set up for a patriot. It has been shown to be a highwayman. It posed as a philanthropist. It turned out an impostor. It put on heaven's livery to serve the devil of Mammon. It plucked the wage-earners. It pillaged the poor-box. It stole the communion service and robbed the Treasury, and took out a post-obit on the national credit. And now? O Belisarius, Belisarius, thou dire old brigand, hath it come to this? HATH IT COME TO THIS? No matter. Naught will avail-nor plaints, nor prayers, not even those of the Inter Ocean. The old sinner must go-e'en in his rags and dirt-with one eye banaged and both legs on wooden pins. He has had his say and his day. The plea of "infancy," the subterfuge about "the business of the country," the can't as to his love for the American workingman, all to no purpose. He has broken every promise to reform. he has kept no single pledge either to himself or to anybody else. There he stands - or rather totters-Old High Tariff- the veriest red-nosed vagrant-the toughest, blear-eyed tramp, rotten from head to heels! Presently he will be carted off, like any other carrion, and dumped into the nearest ditch; and then all the high priests and low-priests of the Robber Baron persuasion, finding their business "busted," can go down to the grocery and swear at the court! And what then? Why, the Inter Ocean will get it a new song, end sing it just as lustily as it sang the old. The rose in Mr. Nixon's button-hole will smell as sweet, and Mr. Kohlsaat's smile will be just as sunny and after a while-after a great while-when the people of the United States have ceased to wonder how it was that they came to tolerate so long a cheat so obvious-may be, mind, we say maybe- someone will put up a shingle ver a little, lonely ash-pile in the boneyard, and on this shingle shall be inscribed "Sacred to the Memory of that Thieving Tariff"- "Whilst he lived, he lived in clover; When he died, he died all over!" - Henry Watterson in the Louisville Courier Journal. | Death of Judge Crane. The following article relative to the late Judge Crane, was written by Mr. Cooley Reeves, and will appear in this week's Dexter Leader: Died, at this home in Dexter, about one o'clock Monday morning, the 14th day of August, 1893, ex-Judge Alexander D. Crane, in the 84th year of his age. The Judge was born in Mentz, Cayuga county, New York, in 1809. His parents were Stephen and Ktrurah A. (Topping) Crane, natives of New Jersey. Until the age of 16 his life was spent on a farm at which time he was apprenticed to a blacksmith. IN 1827 he first came to Washtenaw county, stopping for a time at Ann Arbor and March 1, 1830, establishing himself at his chosen trade in Dexter, locating his shop near where L. L. James now resides. Here at the age of 21 years, his forge burned brightly for a time, but his love for the practice of law extinguished them and he went out form his shop to gain for himself a solid standing in the legal profession. This he soon accomplished, and established himself in the minds of the people as a safe counselor, a capable attorney and a man of energy. During the preparation period for the practice of law he was collector of taxes for a number of years, also deputy sheriff. In 1849 he was appointed our village postmaster by President Fillmore. In 1853 he was elected prosecuting attorney for Washtenaw County. To accept this offer he resigned postmastership. In 1873 he was appointed by Gov. Bagley, judge of the 4th Judicial District of Michigan, embracing the counties of Washtenaw, Jackson and Ingham. THis position he filled for three years, and the following is a showing of his record: At a meeting of the members of the bar for Washtenaw county, held at the courthouse in the city of Ann Arbor on the 30th day of December, A. D., 1875, after complimentary remarks by C. Joslin, A. J. Sawyer, E. D. Kinne and others, the following