writer would have whose roots are located in St. Louis. Here, untrammeled by general notice, he has the geographical and spiritual globe laid out equally before him, receives help and information from everywhere, and sends his darts precisely where he wants them. A writer here finds himself in a center of equilibrium, in which he is helpless or all-powerful according as he fails or succeeds in mastering it. Let us consider one more sentence of his. "Stripped of all verbiage and clap-trap (Senator Conkling's speech at New York), his theory is that the North should rule the South forever, because the latter is inferior in population, wealth, and general prosperity to the former." Forever! Ah, they feel themselves oppressed, with an eternity of it before them. I respect and heartily sympathize with that feeling, in so far as they are really unable to see the situation differently from what they do. The North does the same, and desires to relieve them, and make them happy, as they themselves are. To let them play Vandalism with the results of civilization, the good works of the dead as well as the living, in literal fulfilment of the prophecies given by Macaulay, Carlyle, and Dickens, might make them happy; but it could only be for a season, because there would soon be nothing left, neither for those who come hereafter nor the eternity they sigh and hope for. The South accuses the North of sectionalism and of the world, before they recognized him, t slaveholders would undertake to teach him w tionality is, and what sectionalism; what is u and what selfish. Senator Conkling's speech sectional and national, the same way as was Sumner's great speech of 1859, hence the ol tion and hate over again. The life-work of Conkling and Secretary Schurz consists in the tion of the purest scholarship to the broadest manship, and presents in language the actual of the period. If the Democracy cannot und and will not accept, the situation as Christ an kind see it, it will have to be knocked into the and hearts with savage force. Let the issue b U. S. Grant is now as perfect a ge Moltke in 1870. The forms of organization resources of strategy exist in our minds like a ammunition in the arsenals. Money and supp abundant. The North will spring to its feet swiftly than did Germany ten years ago, and i months or less, the question of slavery or freed be settled forever. war. It is true, there are many, journals and indi who believe blindly the ups and downs of part by one eternal see-saw law of nature; and ar fore hastening, with great foresight (for themselves exercised) over to the Democracy in order to secure an early berth. This makes the campaign appear rather gloomy for us just now. They are time-servers, all, and merit eternal disappointment. The truth is, the North is modest. It has not yet felt that it is perfectly in the right. In its desire to help the South, and that in a manner which shall have the lasting quality in it, it has not perceived that it is being imposed upon. It cannot fail, however, to find the line beyond which charity defeats its own purpose. In their desire to have perfection of character shine in their President, they hesitate to accept the offer of James A. Garfield on account of the flaws continually shouted into their ears by a designing enemy. As to any corrupt motive or act of Gen. Garfield's in the Credit Mobilier or any other matter, I cannot believe more than an atom of it. Positively, I believe his heart, soul, breath, are warm, quiet, sweet as a child's. If a yard-stick is correct to within a hundredth of an inch, it is taken to be as good as if it were absolutely correct. The proper use of infinitesimals is confined to scientific investigations and philosophical discussions. In ordinary life they are disregarded. To fill a newspaper daily about that one-hundredth of an inch would be considered unpractical. Give me the learning, skill, scholarly training, manly fixedness of purpose of the editor of the Democratic Republican, Again, it may be urged as to that issue of it isn't precisely the kind of victory the p most prefers to wind up his career with. does he aim to accomplish it all by the light the warmth of love, by the good contribut sections and ages, by the superiority of mind ter, by the supremacy of soul over body. question is, will the people yield to these If they do, then indeed will popular inst wreathed with the laurels of success. Tho cies of failure will reduce to warnings of d appear as having been, not hindrances t by ungenerous rivalry in the march of the as thoughtful, friendly, gentle helps to us (a us to all) in reaching and maintaining th promised union of all nations, in friendship and love. There is the whole month of October. D in God, who hast obtained such distinguish heaven and influence with men, tell the hearken in their hearts for the silent word tell them, or fail to tell them, whether the o before them is a precious or a worthless on able, and yet dishonored with refusal whether it will be succeeded by number equally good, in endless recurrence. Ask to look upon the invisible picture of the next period, and see whether it presents an eternity of bitter wrangling, lawless snatch-grabbing, labyrinthine complications, accumulating fortification, thundering destruction, wasting dissolution, going occupations, hopeless stagnation, vertiginous achievements, confused tongues, or an opposite view of friendly discourse, regulated discussion, peaceful industry, public safety, national unity, family protection, personal liberty, glad reunions, general education, diffused knowledge, settled doubts, illuminated certainty, guided inquiry, useful results, abundant necessaries, beautiful objects, sweet slumbers, busy hours, merry tunes, imposing symphonies, reverberating anthems, consoled bereavements, nurtured childhood, unspoilt youth, rich maturity, respected age, absent malice, present charity, eternal joy, with the Son and his wife our President, and God all in all. Ask the people whether they will not reflect, and shape their action so that the good old poet may sing again in his age as first he did in his prime : For he who turns the courses of the streamlet of the glen, And the river of great waters, had turned the hearts of men. |