Vote With The Living

" Now, fellow citizens, a word beforo leuve you, on the eve of' the holy day of Go( - a fit dBy to oonseorate oursolves tinally t the great work of ncxt Tuesday njorning I see in this great audicncc to night a groa inany young men - younc uien who ar about to cast their first vote. I want to giv you a word ot' suggestion and advice. neard a bright thing said by a boy th other day up in ono of our north wester counties. He said tome: ' General, 1 hav a great niind to vote democratie ticket. That was not the bright thing. [Laughter. I said to hitu, ' Why ? ' ' Why,' said he ' rny father is a republican, and my broth ers are republicans, and I ara a república all over, but I want to be an independen man, and I don't want anybody to tuf ' ïhat fellow votes the republiean ticke because hisdad doos,' and have half' a mim to vote the democratie ticket just to prov my independencia I did not liko the thing the boy suggested, but I did admire th spirit of the boy that wantod to have som indenendence of his own. "Now, I teil you, young man, don't vot the republican ticket ju&t because jour fa ther votes it. Don't vote the deniocrati ticket, even if he doea vote it. [Laughtcr. But lot me give you this one word of' ad vice, as you are about to pitch your tent i the great political eamps. Your life is fa and buoyant with hope now, and I bcg you when you pitch your tent, pitch it amon; the living and not the dead. [Applause. If you are at all indined to pitoh it anionf, the demooratic people and with that party let me go with you for a moment while w( survey the ground whero I hope you wil not shortly lie. [Laughter.] It is a sa place, young man, for you to put your young life into. ft is to me more like agrave yari than a camp for the living. Look at it 1 I is billowed all over with graves of dead is sues, of burieJ opinionH, of exploded theo ries, of disgraced doctriues. You canno live in comfort in such a place. [Laugh ter.] Why, look here ! Here is a little doublé mound. I look down on it and read, 'Sacred to the nicmory of Squatte Sovereignty and the Dred Soott Decisión. A million and a half of democrats voted fo that, but it has been dead fifteen years- died by the haud of Abraham Lincoln, am here it lies. [Applause. J Young man tha is not the place for you. " But look a litte further. Here is anoth er monument - a black tomb- and besido it as our distinguished friend said, there tow ers to the sky a monument of four millioi pairs of human fetters taken froin the arm of slaves, and I read on this little heac stone this : ' Sacred to the memory of hu man slavery. ' For forty years of its infa mous life the democratie party taught tha it was divino - God' iuslitutiou. Tliey do fended it, they stood around it, they fol lowed it to its grave as a mourner. Bu here it lies. dead by the hand of Abraham Lincoln. [Applause.] Dead by the uni versal power of the republican party. [Ap plause.l Dead by the justice of Almighty God. [tireat applause and cheers. J Don' camp there young man. " But there is another- a littlo briinstone tomb, [laughter] and I read across its yel low face in lurid, bloody lines, these words ' Sacred to the memory of State Sovereign ty and Secession.' Twelve millions o democrats mustered around it in arms to keep it alivc ; but here it lies, shot to deatl by the million guns of the republic. [Applause.] Ilero it lies, its shrine burnt to ashes under the blaziug rafters of the burn ing confederacy. [Applause.] It is dead. I would not have you stay in there a min ute, even in this balmy night air, to look a such a place. [Laughter. J " But just before I Ieave it I discover a new-raade grave, a little mound - short The grass has hadly sprouted over it, ant all around it I see torn pieces of paper witl the word "fiat" on thciu [laughter], am I look down in curiosity, wondering wha the little grave is, and I read on it : ' Sacred to the memory of the Rag Baby [laughter] nursed in the brainof all the fa naticism of the world laughterj rocked by Thomas Ewing, Geo. II. Pendleton, Samuel Carey, and a fewotners throughoutthe land.' But it diod on the lst of January, IST'J, and the one hundred and forty millions in gold that God made, and not fiat powor, lie upon ts little carcass to keep it down forever. [Prolonged applauao. ] "Oh, young man, oome out of that ! [Laughter,] That is no placo in which to put your young life. Come out, and como over to the camp of liberty, of order, of law, of justice, of freedom ['Amen'], of all that is glorious under these night stars. " Is there any death here in our camp? Yes 1 Yes ! Three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, the noblest band that ever trod tho earth, died to make this camp a camp of glory and of liberty forevor. menüous appiause.J "But thore are no dead issues hero. Hang out our banner from under the blue sky tbis night until it shall sweep the green turf under your feet. It hangs over our camp. Kead away up under the stars the inscriptioD we have written on it, lo ! these twenty-five years. "Twenty-fivc years ago the republican party was married to Liberty, and this is our silver wedding, fellow citizens. [Great applause.] A worthily married pair love eacb other botter on the day of their silver wedding than on the day of their first espousals, and we are truer to Liberty today, and dearer to God, than we were when we spoke our first word of liberty. Read away up under the sky under our .starry banner that first word we uttered twontyfive years ago ! What is it? 'Slavery shall never extend over another foot of the territories of the great west.' Applause.] Is that dead or alive ? Alivc, thank God, forevermore ! [Applause.] And truer tolight than it was the hour it was written ! Applause.] Then it was a hope, a promse, a purpose. To-night it is erpual with ;ho stars- immortal history and immortal truth. [Applause] "Come down the glorious steps of our janner. Every great record we have made we have vindieated with our blood and our ;ruth. It sweeps the ground and touches tbc stars. Come there, young man, and put your young life where all is living, and where nothing is doad, but the héroes who defended it! [Applause] I think these young men will do that. ['Of course they wiii.'T' Au exchange under the head "does advertising pay?" romarks: The Chicago Tribuno, for a column a ycar receivcs (20,000. The New York Horald receives, br its low prioed column, $39,723, and i'or ts highest, $248,000; and tbe New York laily Tribune, tbr its lowest, $27,749, and br its highest, $85,C48, and these papers are neyer at loss for an advertisement to flll their columns. Their patronage comea, not from any desirc to assist their respeetve papers, but from men that find f profiable to advertisc. 1 not spendyour time in talking scandal ; ou sink your own moral nature by so dong, and you are, perhaps, doing groat inustico to those about whom you talk. You irobably do not understand all the circumtanoes. Were they understood, you would loubtluss be mucli more lenient.