Denoeaiic, Watchin
Bellefonte, Pa., September 19,1890.
THE INDEPENDENF FARMER.
How pleasant it seems to live on a farm,
Where nature’s so gaudily dressed,
And sit ‘neath the shade of the old locust tree,
As the sun is just sinking to rest ;
But not half so pleasant to hoe in the field
Where the witch grass is six inches high,
With the hot scorching sun pouring down on
your back—
hi each moment as though you would
ie.
*Tis pleasant to sit in the cool porch door
While you smoke half reclined at your ease,
Looking out at your beautiful meadow of grass
That sways to and fro in the breeze;
Bur not quite so pleasant to start with your
seythge~ v
E'er the morning sun smiles o'er the land,
And work till your clothes are completely wet
through,
And blisters shall cover your hands.
In keeping a dairy there's surely delight,
And it speaks of contentment and plenty,
To see the large stable well filled with choice
cows,
Say numbering from fifteen to twenty ;
And yet it seems hard when you've worked
from the dawn
TiH the sun disappears from your sight,
To think of the cows you have yet got to milk
Before you retire for the night.
But, the task fairly over, you cheer up once
more,
And joyfully seek your repose,
To dream of the cream pots with luxury filled,
And the milk pans in numberless rows;
But the sweet dream is broken when early
next day
You're politely requested to churn,
And for three weary hours, with strength ebb-
ing fast,
The crank you despondingly turn.
Bat in raising your pigs there is truiy a charm
When they sell at the present high price;
And of all the young stock which a farmer can
raise’ -
There's nothing that looks half so nice,
How cheerful one feels as he leaves them at
night,
The encouraging lot of eleven,
But his joy slightly wanes when he goes out
next day
And of live ones can count only seven.
But no one disputes that the farmer is blessed
With true independence and labor,
Whose food don’t depend on the whims of
mankind
Like that of his mercantile neighbor,
or God in His mercy looks down from above
And paternally gives him his bread,
Provided he works eighteen hours every day
And devotes only six to his bed.
THE DONATION PARTY.
BY EBEN E. REXFORD.
“We're great on donations, elder.
We jest go in heavy on them things.”
Deacon Spears made the announce
ment to the new minister with an air of
stating the possession of a great moral
virtue peculiar to the people of Scragsby
Corners.
“I have rever found donation parties
very satisfactory,” said the minister.
“I would greatly prefer having a stated
salary, and having it paid in cash.”
“Wall, yes, I &'pose ye would,” said
the deacon. “That's what all the min-
isters say. But, ye see, "twon’t hardly
do here in Scragsby Corners.”
“Why not?” asked the minister.
“0, they've got in the habit o’ havin’
donations, an’ they expect em, ye see,”
replied the deacon, “an’ they'd feel sor-
ter offended ef u preacher sot his foot
down an’ said he wouldn't have ‘em.
Some folks give suthin’ in cash, and
we're bound to gitall out o’ the ¢'mmu-
nity that we can, ye see.”
“My experience has been that a great
deal of what people bring to a donation
party is worthless or useless,” said the
minister. -
“Wall, yes, I 8’pose 80,” assented
the deacon. “But 'twouldn’t do to
kick ag’in’ donations on that account
here. Ye'd have the folks down on ye
in no time.”
“Well, then,” said the poor minister,
with a sigh of resignation to the inevit.
able, “I suppose it will have to be.”
He thought of his last donation party
with its dozen loads of ddzy, half-rotten
stove wood ; wooed which was worthless
to the doners, because it had been cnt
8o long that it was unsalable,and which
they would never have thought of us-
ing at home. More than once his
wife's temper had been sorely tried with
the miserable stuff and she had threat.
ened making a bonfire of the whole lot,
and probably would have attempted
carrying the threat into execution if
she had any idea that it could have
been coaxed to burn itself up.
“Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs, Spoon-
erin dismay, when her husband told
her that a donation party was being
talked up. “I did hope we might es-
cape the infliction when we came here,
I don’t think I was ever more vexod
than I was the morning after the last
one. There wasn'ta room in the house
fit to'use until it had been cleaned.
There was half a chocolate cake be-
tween the pillows on the parlor bed ;
pie in the bureau, and some one had
empied a plate of baked beans behind
the sofa. It took me all of two weeks
to get straightened around. And now
that we've just got settled, there's to be
another. It's too bad, but I don't
know that we can help ourselves, since
8 minister and his family are consider-
ed objects of charity, and, therefore,
obliged to take up with whatever the
people see fit to give them, without the
chance to say a word for themselves.”
“A donation party will be held at
Elder Spooner’s next Thursday even-
ing, the Lord willin’, an’ it's hoped
ev’rybody ll turn out, an’ bring suthin’
for the &'port o’ the gospil,” Deacon
Spears announced, one Sabbath, after
service. “The Lord loves a cheerful
giver,” he added, in a sort of postscript,
after which he blew his nose vigorous-
ly on a great red and white bandanna,
in a manner that suggested applause,
over the neat way in which the an.
nouncement had been made, and then
pat down.
Immediately there was a buzz among
the female portion of the congregation,
and little groups of women put their
heads together and began discussing |
what to carry in the shape of eatables 3
while the men got together in the ves.
tibule of the church, and consulted
with each other on what they were to
“donats.” r
“I reckon I'll take beans this year,”
said Mr. Wade. “It's been a great
year for beans, I hain't raised so big
a crop enny year since '65, 's I can re-
collect. I can give beans 'thout feelin’
it much.”
“So can 1,” said Mr. Pettigrew. “I
got a jofired big crop off’n the side-hill
lot. I guess I'll take beans, too. I
can spare ’em better'n: enything else,
an’ they ain’t a-goin’ to sell fer much
this year, ‘cause they're so plenty.” .
Several others who listened to their
conversation concluded to take beans
also, fur-it had “been a great year for
beans” in Scragsby Corners, as Mr.
Wade had said. - v
“I’ve a good notion to take some o'
my Almiry’s clo’és,” said Mrs Deacon
Spears to Mrs, Pettigrew. “She's out-
grow’d ‘em, but they'd jest about fit
the elder’s oldest girl, I sh’d jedge, an’
they're most as good as new, some on
‘em. You don’t 8’pose Miss Spooner
'd feel put out about it, do you now,
Mis Pettigrew.
“I can’t see why she should,” re-
sponded Mrs. Pettigrew. “Clo’es 1s
clo’es an’ ministers folks hada’t ought
to git mad at what's give 'em as long
as they hev to depend on us for a livin.’
"Tain’t as if they could afford to be in-
dependent, y’ know. 1 s'pose I might
take some jackets an’ trowses that air
gettin putty snug for the boys. I will,
if you conclude to take some o' Al-
miry’s dresses, Mis Spears.”
“Wall, then spose we do,” respond-
ed Mrs. Spears.
The evening of the donation party
came.
The first arrival at the parsonage
was Mr. Wade. He met the minister,
who came to the door in answer to his
knock, with a two-bushel bag full of
something on his shoulder.
“How'd do, elder. Beautiful night
fer the donation, ain't it?’ was his
greeting, as he shook hands with the
minister. “I’ve brought some bears
fer ye. Fust-rate beans, too, ve'll find.
Beans is healthy livin, elder. I was
raised on ‘em. Nothin’ better fer
growin’ children.”
“You can put them in the wood-
shed,” said Mr. Spooner. Just then
Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew drove up.
“Hello, elder, good evenin'' cal’ed
out Mr. Pettigrew. “I’ve got some
beans here for ye. Wher'll ye hev
em put?” ;
“In the woodshed,” said the minis-
ter, with a smile at his wife. “It's go-
ing to be beans this year, my dear,”
in a whisper.
Then other arrivals followed in rap-
id succession, and at least three out of
every four brought beans.
“I've counted fourteen bushels al-
ready,” whispered the minister to his
wife about eight o'clock, “and still
there’s more to follow.”
“It's old clothes in my part of the
house,” said Mrs. Spooner. “I do be-
lieve there's enough to last the children
till that time. I can imagine the ap-
pearance they’d make in them. No
two alike, and probably not one that
would fit one of the children. It’s too
provoking for anything. If it wasn't
for making the people mad, Ud sell the
whole lot for rags to the first rag ped-
dler that comes along.”
“Brothers’ n’ sisters, ’n’ frien’s’ ’n’
neighbors,” announced Deacon Spears,
after supper, when the party was about
ready to break up, “the proceeds of
this ’ere donation amounts to twenty-
seven bushel o’ beans, three turkeys, a
pig, two bushels o' potatoes, and a
large amount of clothing, and some
otherthings. In b’half of the elder an’
his folks, I thank ye fer y'r lib’ral’ty.
Y'r kindness is appreciated by him 'n’
hig’n, I feel sartain, an’ I'm shure his
heart 'n’ han’s is strengthened by this
evidence of fellowship on your part.
Truly, as the psalmist says. ‘It is
more blessed to give than to receive.’
‘I cordially endorse the sentiment
from the recéiver’s standpoint,’ said
Mrs. Spooner, as they looked over the
‘proceeds’ of the donation-party when
they were alone. “Just look at the col-
lection of old clothes, Henry. I sug-
gest that you give up preaching and
move to the city, and start in business
as a bean broker, and I'll run an old-
clothes stcre. We'd be well stocked
up to begin with.’
‘What will you do with the stuff?’
asked the minister, turning over old
Jackets and aprons, and other articles
of clothing with a comical look of dis-
may on his face at the formidable col-
lection,
‘I think I shall make about a hun-
dred yards of rag-carpet,’ answered
Mrs. Spooner. “That's about all a
good deal of it is fit for.’
One afternoon 1n the following week
the minister sat down to prepare a ser-
mon for the coming Sabbath. As was
often the case, he talked it over with
his wife. When he named the chapter
he proposed to read at the opening of
the service, a suddee gleam of mischief
came mto Mrs. :Spooner’s face. But
she said nothing.
Daring the week Mr. Spooner wrote
to a friend in the city, asking him if
there was any sale for beans there,
He had twenty-five bushels to dispose
of at a low price, he wrote, adding that
it had been “a great year for beans in
Scragsby Corners.”
When Sunday morning came Mrs.
Spooner sent her husbaud on to church
ahead of her, under the plea that she
had not got the children quite ready.
‘Don’t wait for me, Henry,’ she said,
or you may be late. We'll get there
in time for the sermon.’
He was reading a chapter from the
Psalms when his family arrived. He
had reached the verse in which the
lily of the valley is spoken of, and these
words rolled oft soncrously from his
tongue justas the door opened and Mrs,
Spooner, followed by her children, filed
slowly and impressively in—
“Verily, I say unto you, even Solo-
mon in all his glory was not arrayed
like one of these.”
As he finished the verse he looked |
up at the advancing arrivals, and the
spectacle that met his eyes tested his
power of self control more than any-
thing else he had ever experienced, he }
afterward told his wife. His mouth |
twitched, and a smile flickered about
his eyes, but he managed to keep back |
the grin that would have appeared at
the faintest encouragement.
Such a sight! The eldest girl was
arrayed in Almiry’'s cast off dress, of
navy blue, with some other girl's polo-
naise of red. Her sister was resplend-
ent in a dress of Scotch plaid pattern
of most gorgeous colors, originally, but
now somewhat subdued by time and
wear, still very vivid, and over it she
wore a jacket about three sizes to small
for her, the picturesque costume being
topped off by a hat trimmed with old
ribbon freshly dyed a very bright ma-
genta color. The oldest boy had a
pair of trousers which fairly dragged
at the heels, and a jacket which was
long enough for an overcoat, wile the
other boy wore trousers so short that
they failed to meet the top of a pair of
bright blue stockings, while his jacket
refused to keep company with the top
of his trousers. Each article had a
peculiar color of itsown, and the gener-
al effect was, as has been said, decid-
edly picturesque.
The minister had no inkling of what
his wife intended to do, and the sight
of his family in such fine array so up-
set him for a moment that he read the
verse he had just finished over again—
“Verily, I say unto you, even Sol)-
mon in all his glory was not arrayed
like one of these.’
A very audible titter went through
the younger portion of the congrega-
tion. Some even laughed aloud. Mrs,
Wade looked at Mrs. Pettigrew to see
what that estimable woman seemed
inclined to think of the proceeding, but
she couldn’t catch her eye. She was
too busily engaged in following the
scripture lesson to look at any one,
‘I'll bet she’s mad, though,’ thought
Mrs. Wade. ‘One o' them jackets an’
one 0’ them trowsis came from her [
dunno, though, ’'s they look enny
worse than that dress o’ Almiry’s does.
L didn’t 8’pose they'd think of riggin’
the children out in ’em to wear to
church. I'll bet Mis Spooner done it a
purpose.’
Mrs. Spooner had ‘done it a purpose,’
as she admitted to her husband, on
their way home.
‘I don’t think you ought to have
done it, Susie,’ he said gravely, but
there was a laugh in his eyes as he
said it, as he looked at the motley
group ahead.’
‘Perhaps not,’ was his wifes reply,
‘but I wanted them to see the striking
‘effect resulting from their generosity.
Of course they can’t get angry about it,
since they gave the clothes to be worn,
I do think it'll have one good effect,
and that is, that old clothes won't be
one of the important features of the
next donation party here.’
Mrs. Spooner was right. When the
next donation party occurred not one
old garment was ‘donated.’ Mr. Spoon-
er at last succeeded in disposing of his
beans, but he had to do so at a sacri
fice, on account of its haviag been such
a ‘great year for beans in Seragshy Cor
ners’ that they overstocked the market.
— Yankee Blade.
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A Hero in Spectacles.
The prevalence of short-sightedness
hasincreased so much in recent years,
especially in European countries, that
officers of the armies, and sometimes
private soldiers, are permitted to wear
spectacles. In the campaign of the
French against the celebrated Abd-el-
Kader, the Algerian chief, there was, in
a battalion of foot chasseurs, an adju-
tant named Dutertre, who was often
rallied by his messmates because he was
permitted to wear spectacles. Not much
of a hero, some of them fancied, could
be aman who habitually wore glasses.
But one day, Dutertre, engaged with a
reconnoitering party, was surrounded
by the enemy, slightly wounded in the
head, and taken prisoner. He was
brought before Abd-el-Kader. In the
meantime, the rest of the French com-
mand—a small battalion—had taken re-
fuge in a neighboring walled inclosure.
“Go to your companions,” said the
Arab commander to Dutertre, “and tell
them again what I told them yesterday
that if they surrender their lives shall be
spared. And yours, in that case, shall
be spared too. But if they do not sur-
render, I shall exterminate them to the
last man, and shall decapitate you and
give you to my dogs. And urnder-
stand I send you to your companions on
this condition, that in any event, wheth -
er they accept my terms or not, you are
to return to me.” Do you accept my
conditions ? “I accept them,” said
Datertre. He left the Arab camp,
knowing that his only chance of life lay
in the surrender ct the French battalion.
If they determined to fight it out, he
was bound in honor to return and meet
a horrible death. The spectacled ad-
jutant returned to his companions. He
had always been a man of few words,
and he used very few on this occasion,
‘‘Chasseurs,” he said, “if you don’t sar-
render they are going “to cut off my
head. Now die, every one of you,
rather than yield I" Without another
word Dutertre returned to the Arabs
with the message that his comrades re-
fused to surrender. Abd-el-Kader car-
ried out his threat, and the brave adju-
tant’s head, still wearing the spectacles,
was carried at the end of a pole before
the walls of the building in which his
companions were intrenched.— Argo-
naut. :
Picnics.
Almost any boy or girl can tell yon
what a picnic is like, but I wond r how
many know why it is so called ; or that
the custom is said to date only from
1802, not a hundred years ago.
Then, as now,when such an entertain-
ment was being arranged for, it was cus-
tomary that those who intended to be
present shouldsnpply the eatables and
drinkables. Originally the plan was to
draw up a list of what was needed,
which is an exceilent one to follow, for
often, when there has been no previous
agreement, it is discovored, when too
late, that there is too much of one kind
of food and not enough of another,
The list was passed round, and each
person picked out the article of food or
drink he or she was willing to furnish,
and the name of the article was then
nicked off the list. So it was from these
two words, picked and nicked, that
this form of out-of-door entertainment
first became known as a pick-and-nick,
and then as a picnic, the old fashioned
name for the basket parties of to-day.
The Revolt of a Leading Republican
Journal.
The Philadelphia Daily News Bolts the
Quay Ticket.
(Philadelphia Daily News, Rep., Sept.1)
The Daily News is, as 1t always has
been, a staunch Republican newspaper.
It believes in the Republican party,
the party of Lincoln, Sumner, Grant
and Garfield. The News always has
supported, and always expects to sup-
port, Republican principles, but it is
just as ready to strike at corruption
in the party 8s out of it, and therefore
cannot advocate for the office of gover-
nor of Pennsylvania Senator Quay’s
man, George Wallace Delamater.
The country knows that Matthew
Stanley Quay is one of the biggest
rascals out ot jail. It knows that he
is a man whose word is worthless,
whose {treachery is notorious, whose
dissipated habits are a national by-word
and whose selfishness and cowardice
are monumental. The country knows
that Quay has been charged with ac-
cepting bribes, and that he did not re-
fute the charge. It knows that he
was a venal legislator, and a crooked
State treasurer; and that, after em-
bezzling several hundred thousand
dollars of the State tunds, he was only
prevented from carrying out his threat
of jumping from the third-story win-
dow of a Harrisburg hotel or drown-
ing himself in the Suaquehanna by
Don Dameron making good the stolen
money.
This embezzler, M. S. Quay, who
now disgraces this Commonwealth by
appearing in Washington as one of
her United States senators, has his
fingers clutched upon the throat of the
Republican party. He is prostituting
the party to his own selfish purposes,
He is making the name “Republican”
synonymous with rascality, lying and
stealing ; and where there a national
election this year, the Republican party
would be defeated, because Quay con-
trols its machinery. Unless his grip is
broken the party will be whipped in
1892.
Against the will of the Republican
party in this State Quay forced the
nomination of this man, Senator Dela-
mater, for governor. No Republican
Who respects himself, and who realizes
what Quay’s domination means, will
vote for Quay’s candidate. Delamater’s
election would mean the subversion of
the will of the people to the will of a
man who is degrading a great party.
The Democrats have nominated for
the office of governor Robert E. Pat-
tison, a man whose character is above
reproach and whose ability is conceded ;
aman who once ably filled the highest
office in the State, and who owns him-
self.
For the sake of the future of the
Republican party Pattison should be
elected and Quay’s man defeated.
Every Republican in Pennsylvania who
believes in the principles and who re-
veres the history of the great political
organization with which he is connected
ought to work and vote for this end.
If Pennsylvania Republicans once
realize that Quay’s success in this cam-
paign means the party’s defeat in 1892,
the embezzler’s candidate will be whip
ped before the polls open in November.
Philadelphia Daily News, Sept. 2.
DELAMATER’S COLLAR.
A number of respectable newspapers
in this city, and in other cities in
Pennsylvania, we trying, in vain, to
prove that Senator Quay doesn’t own
Delamater. The truth 1s too plain.
Delamater wears Quay’s collar, in the
sight of all men. Every rivet in that
collar was forged by Quay’s hand, and
the padlock that secures it is Quay’s
padlock, Delamater could not get rid
of the thing, if he would, and he is eon-
tent to wear it, though it is a badge of
infamy.
It is not a pleasant thing to be known
as a puppet in the hands of a man like
Quay, and yet Senator Delamater dare
not deny he is such a puppet. He dare
not open his mouth—for if he did, Quay
would pull a string, and the jaws would
come together. Like a monkey hitched
to a string, Delamater must dance when
his master wills, and though his collar
galls bim, he must wear it.
Quay’s collar is like a ticket, which
all who run may read. Upon it is
marked the dishonesty of the man who
made it, and the degradation of the man
upon whom it is fastened.
How would the Republicans of this
State like to elect a man with this shame-
ful circlet under his chin to the gover-
nor’s chair ? How would they like to
see a man, marked by such a token,
discharge the functions of chief execu-
tive of the Commonwealth at Harris-
burg?
Cooking in Africa.
The Dishes Might Taste all Right if
You Didn't Know How They
Were Made.
As a rule only one principal meal is
eaten in Central Africa, in the early
part of the evening. It usually consists
of parrot soup, roasted or stewed mon-
keys, alligator eggs (also well liked by
Europeans) and birds ot every descrip-
tion. The also have moambo, or palm
chops and fish. A delicacy, so consid-
ed by European and natives alike, is
elephant’s feet and trunk. These have
somewhat the taste of veal. To pre-
pare them the natives dig a hole about
five feet deep in the sand and in it build
alarge fire. After the sand is thoroughly
heated the fire is remove, leaving only
the ashes in the hole. The trunk and
feet are placed in this hole and covered
with leaves, and afterwards with hot
sand. In two hours they are done.
All carcasses of animals which are to be
cooked are placed on a block of wood
{ and pounded until every bone is broken,
| care being taken not to tear or bruise
| the skin. They are then boiled or roast-
ed on an open wood fire or in hot sand
or ashes, without removing the hide or
feathers. The cooking is of a vey in-
ferior grade, the only spices used being
salt and pepper.
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Frrzy Tries 10 Bi FuNNy.—“Hel-
lo, Fitzy, where did you get that black
eye ?”’
“Oh, it was only a lovers’ quarrel.”
‘Lovers’ quarrel | Why, your girl
(did not give you that, did she ?”
' “Oh, it was her other lover.”
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AREER
WHICH ?
Two seeds by the sower were dropped as they
passed, —
The one grows daily with noble increase,
Thh other but molders and rots away ;
The one hears foliage, flowers and fru it,
The other a loathsome, dark decay ;
Yet round each one was the warm earth's
rest,
And the sheltered dark, where things grow
est,
Which seed, O sower! did your hand cast ?
Two thoughts by the speakers were uttered
broadeast,—
The ono is aglow with purity, strength ;
The other a foul and blighting breath,
For the one is Love, true, tender, divine ;
The other is Sin, whose harvest is death.
In the dark of a heart each one was born,
The light of life, and the lie forsworn,
Which thought, O speaker ! through your
lips passed ?
Be —
The Independent Movement,
The tollowing circular has been issued
by tbe Independent Republicans of
Philadelphia, which we copy from the
Philadelphia Public Ledger. |
I'HE LINCOLN INDEPENDENT REPUB-
LicaN ComMITTEE, No. 1301 Arch
street.— We, the undersigned voters ot
Pennsylvania, address our fellow eciti-
zens of the commonwealth upon what
we believe to be the paramount is-
sue in the approaching campaign for the
election of Governor. Some of us who
sign this paper are, and have been since
the birth of the party, earrest Republic-
ans, who have given its policy and plans
our constant approval and support ;
others of us, while heartily working
with the party in past years, have more
recently become dissatisfied with what
we, as individuals, have regarded as a
departure from its primitive fatih. But
all of us, without exception, are of Re-
publican affiliations ; we reverenee the
party traditions, and fully recognize the
great national work which the party has
accomplished in the past. Even now,
if we could do so consistently with our
sense of self reapest and of public duty,
we would support the nominees of the
Republican party.
With this necessary preface, so that
our position may be clear to all who
read our words, we earnestly ask our
fellow citizens to cast their votes in the
approaching election for Governor in
favor of Robert E. Pattison, the Demo-
cratic candidate for that office. Our
reasons for this suggestion we will
make both brief and emphatic, believing
that the logic which supports them will
bring conviction to the sober and un-
biased thought of the community.
There is a great issue in t'1is campaign,
an issue of far reaching, of supreme
importance. The greatest question
which the November elections will de-
cide is a question of fundamental public
morality ; far reaching, since it holds all
other question ‘in its grasp ; fundamen-
tal, since upon its decision the ultimat
integrity, even the life, of our free Re-
publican institutions depends. !
The platform of the Republican party
in Pennsylvania endorses without quali-
fication or reserve the junior Senator of
this State, Matthew S. Quay, a man
whose very name has entered the politi- |
cal vocabulary as a term of politic do-
minion and corruption; a man whose
way to political eminence has been won
by no distinguished service to the nation
or State, neither by the conception nor
the execution of a single great or bene-
ficent public measure, but solely by
chicanerg and political corruption, by
the creation of an immense army of serv-
ile followers through bribes of public
offices and by skillfal distribution of
public patronage. This man has so suc-
cessfully increased his own power that
be is to-day among the most induential
of Republicans, and in his own State his
personal will has virtually usurped the
will of the people. He is at least
popularly understood to have controlied
the last Republican State Convention,
and to have imposed upon it the can-
didate of his own selection, But to
crown his own dishonor and the shame
of the Commonwealth, he stands for
months silent under public, repeated
and specific accusations of the greatest
official misconduct, of having taken
from the Treasury of the State large
sums of money, with the knowledge of
its official guardian. In this man the
Republican party platform expresses en-
tire confidence, and it calls upon the eciti-
zens of Pennsylvania to endorse both
him and it by the election of Mr. Dela-
mater as Governor of the State.
No more serious, clear, or unavoidable
issue than this could be presented to the
people, Mr. Quay is the acknowledged
unblushing ebampion of political cor-
ruptionists. He 1s silent under a recent
responsible and repeated charge of em-
bezzlement of public money ; he selects
Mr. Delamater as a candidate {for Gov-
ernor, and pliant convention ratifies his
selection ; the party platform endorses
Mr. Quay, and Mr. Delamater stands
on that, platform and no other. The con-
clusion is irresistable that the election of
Mr. Delamater will - have as its main
and most potent result the public ap-
proval of Mr. Quay, and his permanent
intrenchment in the Republican party
of the State as its acknowledged leader
and counsellor, the representative of its
principles and the exponent of its policy.
Are the men who saw the Republican
party begotten through the eloquence,
the statemanship, the lofty pablic mor-
ality of Sumner, the political genius,
the all-embracing humanity and self-
sacrifice of Lincoln, through the great
popular hatred of wrong and oppression,
through the great and first awakening
of a national heart and a ‘national con-
science—dead, that they should accept
such a lame and impotent, such a dis-
graceful conclusion to a party history
as this ? Indeed all keen sense of pub-
lic honor and of justice must have fled
the State if its citizens will tolerate this
disgrace. It was unswerving devotion
to principle as opposed to greed, to self-
ish expediency, toevery low induce-
ment, that mede the Republican party
0 If we honor
them and approve their political policy ,
we cannot be false to their example. {
But Mr. Delamater, in various pe:-
sonal interviews with uncertain Repub-
lican voters, has, during the past sam-
mer, explained to them that he dissp-
proved the course and methods of Mr.
Quay, though obliged to accept them to
gain bis present position, and he prom-
But even in the event of Mr. Dela-
mater’s entire sincerity in offering such
an explanation and making such prom-
ises, no intelligent voter can for an in-
stant suppose him, when in the position
of Governor of the State, without the
power of patronage, capable of tulfilling
i his promises or exercising any appre-
ciable influence for reform. Mr. Quay
controls the patronage of the State,
hence the political power of Pennsyl-
vanio rests in his hands, not in the
hands of the Governor. The election of
Mr. Delamater means the public en-
dorsement of Mr. Quay, and the in-
crease of his prestige, not only in the
State, butin the country, the encourage-
ment of his methods, the elevation to
greater and greater power of men made
in his mould. The election of Mr. Pat-
tison will secondarily give to the State a
tried, able and trusty Executive, but
primarily it will be a rebuke, felt not
only in Pennsylvania, but throughout
the land, to a man who has corrupted
and dishonored a great party and a
great State; to a man who has given his
strength for the triumphs of political
methods which are not only false and
vicious in themselves, but which, if
unchecked, will accomplish the ultimate
ruin of free institutions, as in past ages
they have accomplished the downfall of
empires.
On this single issue we rest our ap-
peal to the citizens of Pennsylvania for
the defeat of the Repeblican candidate
for Governor.
Justus C.Strawbridge,}Joel J. Baily,
ddward T. Steel, Wm. MeVickar, D., D.
William Brockie, A. B. Roney,
Gr. Strawbridge, M. D.,! William Moss, M. D;,
Franeis R. Cope, |Edward T. Barlett,D.D.,
Francis B. Reeves, | Ellis D. Williams,
John T. Bailey, {David B. Srull,
Enoch Lewis, [Joshua IL. Baily,
James A. Wright, |E. M. Wistar,
Redwood F. Warner, [Geo.ge W, Blahon,
Richard 8S. Mason, G. Emlen Haae. D. D,,
N. Dubois Miller, [Alfred J. P, McClure,
Wiliam C. Anderson, Wilson B. French,
William Longstreth, Joseph May, L. I. D )
Henry S. Pancoast, |Jas. Durrach, M. D.,
H. Hartshorne, M. D.,|F. Hazen Cope,
Thos. C. Pottar, M. D.,/Edward H. Coates,
Alexander E. Outer | Benj. Shoemaker,
bridge, Jr., |Edward- Lewis
Stnart Wood, Edward 8, Buckley,
Thomas Stewardson, George C. Blabon,
Wiiliam Ely, [Wilbur F, Paddock,
Owen J. Wistar, |George D. Bromley,
John Stewardson, Nathaniel BE. Janney,
Walter Cope, [Charles Wood, D. D.,
Dr. James E. Rhoads, A. B.'-Weimer,
G+. Wharton Pepper, |Herbert Welsh,
R. C. McMurtrie, [Charles Platt,
John B. Garrett, | Wm. McGeorge, Jr.,
William Burnham, |George Burnham,Jr,
CT ——— ar —————
Quay as a Tattooed Man,
Republican Congressman Kennedy Bold-
ly Brands Him as a Criminal.
Hon. Robert Kenndey, Republican con-
gressman from Ohio, in a speech in the
House, on Wednesday of last week,
paid his respects to the Pennsylvania
Boss in the following style :
“If,” said he, “the Roman toga has
been bedraggled in the filth and the
mire of the centuries, surely the cloak of
Senatorial courtesy has been used to
hide the infamy and the corruption which
has dishonored and disgraced a body that
was once the proudest in the land. The
cloak of Senatorial courlesy has become
a stench in the nostrils and a by-word
in the mouths of all the honest citizens
of the land. It makes a cloak behind
which ignoront and arrogant wealth can
purchase its way to power and then
hide its cowardly head behind the shame-
less protection of Senatorial silence. It
means a cloak which shall cover up
from the public gaze of an outraged peo-
ple the infamies which demand investi--
gation and which merit the punishment
of broken laws and violated statutes.
PAYS RESPECTS TO QUAY.
“The Judas Iscariot of 2090 years ago
isto find a counterpart in the Judas Is-
cariot of to-day. The Judas who took
the thirty pieces of silver and went and
hanged himself has left an example for
the Mat Quays that is well worthy of
their immitation. Some time since I
stood upon my place in this floor and
denounced a Senator from my native
State 1 ecause, when charged with cor-
ruption and branded with infamy he
did not rise in his seat and demand an
investigation and inquiry thatshould es-
tablish the purity of his actions and his
present honor.
“One other, occupying the high place
in the counsels of the party to which I
belong, has suffered himself month in
and month out to be charged with crimes
and misdemeaners for which, if guilty,
he should have been condemned under
the laws of his State and have had me-
ted out to him the fullest measure of its
punishment. This man is a Republi-
can. Shall I now remain silent? Is it
just and honest ?
“To remain in my seat silent because
one who is accused of crimes and refuses
to seek for vindication is a Republican,
and that Republican the recognized
leader of my party, neither decency nor
honor weuld permit me to do.”
QUAY BRANDED A CRIMINAL.
“I do not know whether the charges
made against the Chairman of the N a-
tional Republican Committee are true
or false, but I do know that they have
been made by journals of character and
standing again and again, and I do
know that in the face of these Mat Quay
has remained silent, and has neither
sought nor attempted to seek opportu-
nity to vindicate himself of them. I
do know that as a great Republican
leader he owed it to the great party at
whose head he was either to brand them
as infamies or to prove their falsity, or
he owed it to that party to stand aside
from its leadership. He has dore neith-
er, and for this I denounce him. The
Republican party cannot afford to follow
the lead of a branded criminal. He
bas failed to justify himself, and
though ample time and opportunity
have been given him, he remains
silent. His silence, under such ecircum-
stances, is the confession of his guilt.
WANTS QUAY DRIVEN OUT.
“An honorable man dces not long
dally when his honor is assailed. He
has delayed to answer too long
to justify the belief in his inno.
cence, and he stands a convicted erimin-
al before the bar of public opinion,
ised that upon his election be. would free
himself from such entanglements and !
labor for reform. If this explanation
and this pledge of the Republican can-
didate is sincere, it proves him fulse to |
the party platform which endorses Mr. !
Quay; hence his promises of reform are
unworthy of confidence.
Under such circumstances he should be
driven away from the head of a party
whose very life his presence imperils. *
The Republican party has done encuch
for its pretended leader. Let him be
relegated to the rear, It is no longer a
question of his vindication It is now a
question of the life of the party itself.”