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Show NOW THEY ARE WEEPING. The Standpat Republicans in Weber county nnd in Utah are on the run, as is amply shown by the pitiful cry for help which appeared ap-peared in the Examiner this morning. A beggar on n street corner, soliciting alms, could not have couched his plea in words more abjectly ab-jectly humble than does the organ of tho "State-Fund" bunch, in fjict tho nppoal for help reminds one of a vagrant, a monkey nnd an organ : "Pleas-n, Mista. giv-e-a my monk oue-a dime-a. You know-a Tin a poor-a mnu !" - Those are tho words Of (he mendicant as the monkey-editor gyrates and the wheezy organ plays in a minor key. "Come bnck, boys, you know your mother loves you." are the opening words of the tear-provoking supplication. "Boys, come home." ! Yes, bqys, father's drunk and mother's taking in washing and, though home is not what it was, you know its home. (More tears.) I Jn all seriousness, the appeal is about the most distressful political politi-cal whimper that has come to our notice in the last ten years. We, loo, could cry over a once great party which, nearly hale a century after the death of Abraham Lincoln, has fallen into the hands of a pirate crew. We could cry because the great majority of the men who made the Republican party a source of pride are dead or have been driven out by the swashbucklers and mercenary scrubs who have gained possession of the party; we could cry over the desecrating of the temple by the money changers. But we shall not ! Instead, we shall buckle on the sword and fight fight for a principle, for rightoousness, for humanity, and let the dead past bury its dead. This is a mighty conflict transcending in importance sentimental pride in any party, of any man or any group of men; this is a battle in which mollycoddles, sissy boys at their mothers' apron strings and cowards have no place; this is a struggle of right against wrong involving the living not the dead the present not the past. |