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Weak Where It Should Have Been Strong

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Parent Issue
Day
2
Month
July
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
OCR Text

Strangc and perplexing as it may seem to the democracy wheo they come to adjust their proceedings hcre to the cireumstances ot' the country, their ticket is obviously weak where it should have been, according to the great principie of winning at all events, ospecially strong. It is weak in the doubtful October state Indiana. Thenouiiniition ot' Mr. Englbh is not only not streng in tself - it is a blow at Hendrieks which strikes him in his tondere.it part. Mr. Eng - lish is the man who has beon bepuffed for months by the Tildón organs that have made it a point to hate and hunt Hendricks. Knghsh was put up for the annoyanoe of Hendricks, and the wholc Indiana delegation, after making it a ment to stick to their great mnn and persist in a furious battle for him, without hope, blaspbeming Senator McDonald because he was thougnt of for the presidency and growing desperate over the suggestion tbat Indiana had nny other favorito sou than the one who was presentod tbr the firft place- after allthis, to vote for English and make up the ticket by addiog to the soldier for the copperheads an exbanker and gold-bug for the greenbackere, affords a spectacle that should be instructivo. The brassbound and coppcr-bottomed Indiana Demoerat, who sympathized with the south in trouble and looked the other way whon he heard the war drums, may consent to take bis crow if it comes as game cock dres.sed with the gpurs on, but if ho must take it seasoned with a banker and real estáte speculator who has scraped the bones of the state, and joins to great wealth the reputation of a strict economist, ho may, inopired by a superhuman sonso of loyalty to his party, force the full doee jnto bis stomach, but he will not hankcr for it ; and ho will not, thus nourished, insistupon got ting np in th morning at 2 o'clock to march upon the works of the enemy. There is wailing on the Wabash - not a roar of resentment, loud and long, challenging the nation to witness the woe of the faithful who are hanging their harps upon the willows and will seek to pay the war debt in cornstalks no more, but the plaintive cry that comes from the sorrows of the soul.