Show AFTER FITFUL FEVER here la an extract from the lost of zach chandler made just before the election of baat tuesday i you anro going to hold nn electron next tuesday Is far beyond chicago alie eyes of the wholes nation are upon yu I man in consider himself a committee of one to work from now until the close of the poll to go botho polls early and stay late and let every mothers son of you decide that you will take one man beside yourself to tho polls who would not otherwise go tind n man who might stay away and seo to it that ho and yourselves hotoi the republican ticket if you cannot find uch a luan try to con vert some sinner fram the hii ways you have too much ac stake to risk it at this election the times are too good you connot afford to turn this government over to the hands of the repudiating rebels shut up your stores anea and cheers chati th ati it shut lories go to work for your country and spend two dayland day sand on the night af pf election send me mr chairman a dispatch that chicago has bons eons overwhelmingly republican treat cheera and applause the chairman was able to send alie information that chicago had gone as desired but mr chandler was not at any office where it could bo delivered to him he had gone to join that silent countless throng with whom here is no such thing us political distinctions no slandering of ones countrymen no lying swindling and stealing to parti fah success ite himself had deserted his party to enlist in the mighty caravan which contains the names of lee jackcon Jack aon johnson hood and semmes when dihe time came that the tidings the great triumph party throughout the length and breadth of tho land he had all abonce become indifferent to its fortucci fort the burning bordi of an rabble no longer soothed hi car and swelled with pride his bosom rebel had suddenly become digested of their dangerous ftp ecta confederate congress no longer struck terror to his heart and the euphony of the term a solid north against a solid south had ceased to triko a chord of sweetest music to his nature he had reached and fallen over the brink to which all created things are rus liing he was dead does U pot in yiew of such inci dente seem the height of tolly to struggle ana sweat for there of a hater of one s species when life is go short and so uncertain And docs not the fato of chandler vividly illustrate how death absorbs and transcends all other triumphs the dead benator lived but to plant and cultivate feelings fee linss of the most deadly animosity between the different sections of his country and died a menace to tho people of tha south upon his lips now he has returned to ahe common clay of which he and they were made and none are so poor isto do him reverence there are but few eyes bedimmed with tears when hia death is spoken of but few heads bowed with rp why hu oth reaped the whirlwind of f contempt centt and so let him test v |