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Show THE "RING" DYING. The Change Coming Oyer Political Matters. Leo Haefeli Ventilates His Views on the Coming Political Po-litical Revolution. For The Dispatch: 1 It was rather lata in the day, or I might sav in the month, "when myfirit letter to The Dispatch was published. pub-lished. But I wasn't just then in my grumbling mode; I mean not when I saw my new -birth cradled and swathed and rocked in a somewhat procrastinated procrastin-ated piece of furniture with undulation movements. The Ogden election came, saw and conquered before I got there with my second sight. As poor Cassandra, the ill-fated seeress'of Troy, who had the gift of prophecy handicapped by the curse that no one shall ever believe her foretellings, so I told your Utah cpunty and surrounding readers all about the Citizen's ticket going to make a fatal breach in the whilom stronghold of the "Liberal" Knight Bluebeard, alias Liberal Ring. But you didn't let me proclaim so in time, and now it is a vain endeavor for me to claim I did say so ("I vas told yo;i so"), for they won't believe me, Perhaps Per-haps the people have learned that "both prophet and pi iest are profane." (Jer. xxx iii, 11). But yet from the Book I learn that "a whirlwind of the Lord is gone f.rth in fury, ev n a grievous whirlwind.' And, indeed, it did fall grievously upon the iiead of the wicked. I And lo! and behold! his name w;ts McNutt a;id hereafter it is Dennis. For he is a Democrat, but one who. in years and days gone Iv made sport, even bitter mockery of the "Sg1-brusli" "Sg1-brusli" Democrals in Ogden, Weber county, when the young men of the People's party were taking upon themselves them-selves insignia of national politics and paraphernalia of national party fealty; but t hoy were debarred from the front entrance of the Union OpTa house, whilst the wily Philistines of the. "inside track" climbed up the I back stair-j and c'led ihe sta.ee, yea the partierre with their minions and legionaries, and the lion-roand Parley Par-ley Williams -and the tiger-fanged Orlando of the Powers that becast the "Sagebrush Democrats" (John A. Boyle, II. II. Ilolapp ft hoe genus omne) into the fiery furnace where 318 degrees de-grees of Fahrenheit could not prevent the gnashing ol People's partisan teeth, notwithstanding all the latest discoveries in dental surgery, cocaine and jackass hind legs included. But, dear readers! You who may remember re-member the historical facts I alluded to when even the "great unterrified" Scipio Africanus, the unconquerable Democrat from Logan to Manti, the double-templed S. A. K., was made to retreat from the frown of his quon-dom quon-dom bosom friend McNutt, you do not realize the terrors that snprised, surrounded, appalled and overwhelmed a plain, simple, unvarnished unsophisticated unso-phisticated People's Party Democrat in those Cleveland days of 1S85, etc. Doesn't Moore sing to you so soothingly sooth-ingly in his "Irish melodies:" "You who call itdishonor To bovr to th'n flame. If you've eyes, look but on her. And blush while you blame. Hath the pearl less whiteness. Because of its birth? Hath the violets less brightness For rrcrinfr near earth?" Or, in other words, Does the leopard change his spot, or lh kangaroo the style of his Australian ballot? "When I he:.r and read of some of the old-time Republican Mormon - swallowors, p!ea?e don't make it read "swallows" lying clown with the herbivorous meekness meek-ness of a Bengal tiger by the side of a People's party lamb: or when I have my once bright eye-sight blurred by tho varnished vision of a guileless Democrat, w hose very breath wc.ild not fret ze even where alcohol congeals then "I wish I was by that dim lake. Where sinful souls their farewells take Of thig vain world, and half-way lie In death's cold shadow, ere tbey die. There, there, fur from thee. Deceitful -vorl.l, my home should be" It's tini", 1 acki owledge with all my early piety inu1;;-led by a worship ar the si rii.e i f Lli -th-y Murray, that I should no! lr-vc waited that"! was by thai, dim lake." In fast (you may believe it rot- Mr. Kditor. because vou don't know me personally) I never 'was" by that dim lakv, by which the author of so;ne pretty popular English poetry intends far.tkUB reference to the neightorhood loldly denied by Col. It. (i. Ingeixdl and chastely repudiated by the late Henry W. Betchei. 1 never was. If "I were" it would be an entirely different constellation. con-stellation. But, how is it that my miod on this querulous occasion rests upon Jeremiah Jere-miah 6th. In xlviii, 38, I read taat ' there shall be lamentation generally upon all t hr : house-tops of Moab, and in the s!r-ets thereof The) shall howl, sayinz. How is it broken down! how hath Moab turned the back with shame,! so shall Moab be a derision de-rision and a dismay to all them a'ou. him." Of course, it will be, and sure enough, if the household of "Moab" (which every "tribe of Israel," may interpret in-terpret to himself by his own Ignatius Donnelly cipher), does not t;.ke care of his own threshold against the invader and the intruder under however specious spe-cious a plea, be it even with the "rosy-apple-smile" of Lilith, the more poetic "Hagar" to Adam's first "Sarah." By all this, dear Dispatch, I mean to ask thee to beware of the snake, to be careful care-ful lest thrju fall into the brambles of false Democratic preambles. But, as to the true Democracy, the heavensent heaven-sent daughter of justice and the mother of ths Constitution itself (as Prof. T. B. Lewis called the Jeffer-sonian Jeffer-sonian Goddess at the Grand Opera meeting in Ogden, February 21st), I beg leave once more to quote Thomas Moore, and to apostrophize Grover Cleveland's first love: "Wert thou all that I wish thee, Great, glorious and free-First free-First flower of the eartb. And first (fern of the sea, I might hail thee with prouifer, With happier brow, Hut, oh ! could I lore the More deoply than now?" I've noticed that my (and I hope, too, 3rour) friend, the Enquirer, takes a sort of matronly delight and eau-de-Cologne consent in the fact of being the only "Simon-pure" organ of the People's party in Provo hereafter. All the more honor for it. Are you jealous of the printing patronage? I guess not. My favorite German poet Schiller (a former fellow-countryman of our mutual friend, Dr. Karl G. Manser) says in one of his homely lyrics: "Room is in the smallest cotUig-e For a happy loving pair." Shouldn't there be room for the in-vestigativeness in-vestigativeness of the Enquirer as well as the celerity of the Dispatch? Ilemenway is out of the way even with a copy of my "As You Like It" which he forgot to review, by the way. Since Frank J. has planted his" Standard Stand-ard artillery in the Republican camp, are all other former People's party guns to turn into G. O. P. cannons? "Heaven is on the side of the strongest artillery," if Napolean I. was a judge of ballistic. But are all bores of equal initial velocity? I know one that won't bore you any longer, but describes his circumvoluted Spencerian hieroglyphics. Leo Haefeli. Midway, Wasatch Co., Feb. 26, 1891. |