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Fremont Orator On Lincoln

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Day
30
Month
September
Year
1864
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Public Domain
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Capt. W. O. Moreau, au eloquent ra publican, erator of Indiano, who wíis chairman of the oomuiittee on resolotions ia the convtution of that Stato which nom'nated GoY, Morton in 1860, lately Euadfl a speech at a Fremont ratification meeting in Iudianapolis. Sinoe the war brote out he has been in tlte military perviee of bis country in whieh he wns very efficiënt. These facts give significance to lbo views expressed by Captain Moreau upou tbe public quostions of the day, which ho disonsses wiilj vigor, eloquence and nbility. Captiin Morenu has the indepe;douco and rnanlioegg to thiuk aud speak f'or hiniself, and for that rea-iou his eritieisnis upon the po'icy and acts of the Administration givc aJditiooai valuo and considcration to the sentinfüts ho expressys. J?be lollowing is tn extract from the peeoh : i.iiim-.i the w:;r drajis its blow leng h along, crushing in iW course the Leart.-i of the peoplo and exhaustiüg the (-ir ry. '1 hat it will be ended suecessfuüy ; '. thifi Administiation, or indeed ended at all, is beyoud the power of bo"'.!, Corrupt foeyond measure in its ad ntoiiitration of the nuances of the government, truckling and cowardly in its foreign affairs, inibccile aud eontemptible iu hu management of the war, guilty of i !'■■ gi ast disregard of the rights of the p pie, defying and violating tho fundamental law oí the lat d, the present Administration deservos and will receive the severest judgmeut and the swift ooñdtmuation of the American people. Standing to-nitl.t in the uiouruful sL.idow ot two hundred thousand graves, my soul ïv.ül within me, the tuelancholy cadenee of the night rustliog the rank grass above them, mv eyca gazing down through tho damp clouds till they rest sMly on the moldy forma lying there, sleepiug tlieir last Hleep, far away froin home, the silent, eternal stars their ouly watuhers, I arraigo this Administration for a useless and lavish expenditure of human life, and in the name of the milliou berCi.ved heart3 at home, ind the müiion more dreadiog similar bereavement, Idemand that the people be subje.cted to no more calis for men and moaey until a pledge be given them of the deiïnke aim and purpose of the war, that such purpose shall be within the Constiiution and that when it is accom pktlicd the war ehall cease. We have not, as a people, been chary of our gifts of blood and treasure to the couna'y in its hour of peril. Our sous, our first born, c ar &nly, have gooe out Ljj battlo . for the right, and we hrve w'ateietl their goiag with compressed lipa ín'1 h whfch no eiao' tion ot wc.-kness iiang out its pearly banner of tears ; the country noeded ttem, and thougu they were the costliost jewela of tne household ehrine, we gave them freely. With no thought of the gauut wolf to morrow might bring yelpiugr to our doors, we have pourcd out our treasure into the Datioual ooffera until they overflowej. The natiou's need was our op portunity, acd we gave our goods chcerfuily, and we wiljstill give as long as we have to give,but we demand that our gifta shall be used for the country. Standing beside the wreek of disregarded personal rights, of laws disobeyed, and constitutioDS viohited, frowning prisona anrt suppressed pressos, obligntions impaired and the mostsolemn pledges broken, I arraign this Administration for the most wanton trifling with tho gravest affairs of the üü.cinment, ".nd preparing the way for an entile subVersión of American liberty. StandÏDg whore the desoíate homes of th: once fair land spread out before my saddened visión, their cheerful fires iill jí tinct, thtir huly altars dismantled and neglected, the Lares and Penates fled belore the grim Moloch of war, the merry laugh of happy children that erst made sweet musió to a father's heart, thangcd to th-e mournfu! murmuring of orphaned infancy fit echo to the moaning of the Dight wiuds in the sighing 6 press bough that droops above the far - off grave wherc sleeps the fathcr ; the glad Jiht that o;:o beamtd froin the hSppy htiothe; ■ oyes ''hen the father of her ba' ■ drew nigh, like the flashing of tü fceád üghts on the eye of the mariner u the haven in which is fixed his all of earthly joy, cinmged, alas ! so the wear imice toward the silent B -rtaló he nfever more may pass, ïietpitt.. ".ge titmbling tottering tv,.-ard thf grave iiito which it lougs to jjy fefu wfiary hend and aching heart, fobbe ■' of their support and joy, and doomed to suffer age and want, oh ! ül matcïiüd n'iir, tender woinanhood, its stay aüd proteetion swept into the wide vortcx of war, sinkiug sileutly uto the eolí, embrace of poverty and negleot, nursing her broken heart with low songs in the still twillight, or soothiug her busy faéeics with bright picturesof what ojight havo been, that süddest of all employmerjt for a suffering woman; or turuing witu trerabliog steps, Biaking bearfc and infinite self-loathing to that.other path (which 'eads to dep'ths, whoso ï'ecesses no Burial Kesurgam will ever reach, and where the po'or life at last goes out in tlie blaokness of darkness forever. Taking into my beart's coro in one comprehensivo glance of agony all this terrible of 'ieeolatiou and human woe, I turn to ïlr. Lincoln, and bofore God arïaign him for al! this excess of snffering aad wide spread Wietohedaess, and veiling my eyes that they may not see the ■open shame put upon the idolized flag of my country, oksiug my ears that they inay not hear the taunts at the humiliation of my Government before the world, I tnïn with au abiding conüdence toMhe whole peop'.c, and submitting his case tohiro, ask that on the ides of NoI n I ■!■ iheir verdict may be "guilty of uJ! tho counta n tbe ■.juictment." rntip paper in Ohi n i i tbere arj soine cighty or nltjety of thetn - is giving tho Ohicna ni'tüinntiouri a cöi-tiwl and ëarbest support, with the exception of th;e Golurnb'.is Crisis. ' no sadt!er ■ ■ tiglii. ïiut he never a keJ for a jc'!y Ü"ng tó Siffl .jj as hc rbd over one. 3be IfjifMptt H9&

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