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Show THE TRIBUNES CLAWS. ' The whining language of the Tribnue against the calm, wise and just utteranc e of Judge Zatie at the late Republican convention in Salt Lake City will attract the notice ol every reader of the fallen newspaper. W have written ol the fall i f ministers and emperors but never before be-fore were calle d upon to record the sad downfall of a newspaper Dark passions fill its brsast. Alight is going out. Down down, it fails like Luciier never to hope again." A day of retribution is overtaking over-taking the man on the Tribune, who has squandered his talents in falsifying an innocent pe jple. Lie upon lie, Jlibel upon libel, curse upon curse having towered up to heaven until eternal justice is aroused at tins . last in'amy of rejecting the honest con j viction of the people in dividing on party lines. and teaching the world by blackest i lies anj darkest inuendos not to trust them. In the madness of wandering dreams there is sometimes a method. IVe had one of this kind once. Bui never found a fitter application or better' interpetttion than this pitiable sight of a fallen newspaper. We dui't object to tilling t. There was a beast partly a bear.partlv . a lion and partly a leopard, if you can imagine such a creature, and this beast had great claws long and terrible like the beak ol an eagle. The be.ist lay pro.ie upon the ground in the presence of a distinguished man whose word was power. Another man stood near by with a pair of sheep-shears in his hand and Ihe distinguished man said to the one with the sheep Uibiijs, "go rip to the 4e!t. n d-l 3i-4in!(. 'lmAMtKtJn approached the vile beast writhed iMAy the ground and pilecusjy cried out o they might not take away his claws, I ..y, the man With the sheen shears hestitaV because of the beast. And the distifc guished man standing erect in his might calmly repaated his command, "dip off his claws." Accordingly the man with the sheep-shears took up 01 eof the paws ot the whining, wailing, crin jing beast and, one at a time, clipped off the uglv claws close up, and they fell into the dust with a heavy thud leaving an appearance much as a parrot would look with his bill chopped off. The woik continued until all the dreadful clawi lap upon the ground and the beast was permuted to go his way helpless as t new born babe and a million tunes moil cruel in his heart. We did not dream for a moment, at the time ot recalling it, that we had been dreaming of the Tribune which is now going through the process j( bavinj its claws amputated. |