TOASTS AND SPEAKERS. JOHN SABINE SMITH, PRESIDENT. I. ABRAHAM LINCOLN, COL. ROBERT G. INGERSOLL. "Lincoln was the grandest figure of the fiercest civil war. He is the gentlest memory of our world."-INGERSOLL. 2. THE ADMINISTRATION, HON. CHARLES FOSTER. It has added new lustre to the Party that created it, and will stand in the light of history uneclipsed by any of its predecessors. "It still lives, in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit."-WEBSTER. 4. THE GREAT WEST, HON. JOSEPH M. CAREY. "No man ever grew up in the agricultural regions of the West, where a house-raising, or even a corn-husking, is a matter of common interest and hopefulness, with any other feeling than that of broadminded, generous independence."-BLAINE. "The historian and the biographer may fail to do him justice, but the instinct of mankind will not fail."-LODGE. DINNER OF THE REPUBLICAN CLUB. T HE Seventh Annual Dinner of the Republican Club of the The President of the Club, Mr. John Sabine Smith, called upon Rev. Dr. Strowbridge to say grace. After the dinner, the President of the Club arose and was greeted with prolonged cheers and applause and began the speech making of the evening. Fellow members, fellow Republicans, and august statesmen : We meet this evening to commemorate the birth of the greatest American of the century (applause), to renew our pledge of loyalty to our first love-the Republican party. (Applause.) The smoke of battle has lifted, the other fellows are in possession of the field, we have stayed in camp for three months, and are now spoiling for another fight. (Laughter.) All old scores have been liquidated, jealousies sent to the rear, and bummers and strikers drummed out of camp and cast into slavery to Tammany Hall. A little Bull Run now and then will only encourage enlistments. In this happy state of mind we have met to-night. There are no sick hearts here, all are full of joy, if not of champagne. The Republican Club never surrenders, it never wavers after a slight skirmish, such as occured on the 8th of November. That little episode will prove a Bunker Hill triumph for the British and the anglo-maniacs. (Cries of "Good!" "Good!") In the presence of so much heavy artillery, with cannon to the right of him, cannon to the left of him, and cannon in front of him—I saw him a moment ago—you will not expect a long speech from the chairman. He knows too well the fate of several gentlemen at Balaklava, who, in this plight, stepped gracefully down. to death. I will try not to make the interval between potations long enough to cause any inquiry like that of the Governor of one of the Carolinas of the Governor of the other Carolina concerning the duration of the drouth. (Laughter.) The Republican ship will ride the storm. The other craft has passed us. Our shaft may be broken, but we shall mend it ourselves. (Applause.) We are not taking water. We ask no one to tow us into port. With our own chart and compass we shall reach our haven in safety, and the number of our pilot will be '96. (Applause.) Fortunately, we are carrying no cholera passengers. We have no entangling alliance with Populists, Socialists or Anarchists. We have no paper out to redeem. Our ship is not hypothecated to the South. Tammany has no mortgage on our cargo. We have no loan of British gold to repay. No goods have been traded by us for silver. (Laughter.) No wild-cat banks will ever hold our guarantee. From this time on we have plain sailing. The current is already changing. It will take us into the Gulf Stream, which leaves behind the darkest Democratic South and leads to a city whose walls are protection, and whose citadel rests upon the reality of universal suffrage. (Applause.) The Mugwump has had his fill of Democratic harmony. (Laughter.) He is already singing, "Tammany, Tammany, they say such things and they do such things in Tammany, Tammany. I'll never go there any more". (Laughter.) Tammany is the greatest curse of the age. Who shall deliver us from this despotism? If our political redeemer liveth, let him come forth in his might and slay Gilroy and Scannel, Croker and Divver, and all |