The Life and Work of James A. Garfield, Twentieth President of the United States: Embracing an Account of the Scenes and Incidents of His Boyhood; the Struggles of His Youth; the Might of His Early Manhood; His Valor As a Soldier; His Career As a Statesman; His Election to the Presidency; and the Tragic Story of His Death.Ridpath, John Clark
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The Life and Work of James A. Garfield, Twentieth President of the United States: Embracing an Account of the Scenes and Incidents of His Boyhood; the Struggles of His Youth; the Might of His Early Manhood; His Valor As a Soldier; His Career As a Statesman; His Election to the Presidency; and the Tragic Story of His Death.
Ridpath, John Clark
Garfield, James A. (James Abram), 1831-1881
“What were the great central doctrines of the Democratic party in
the presidential struggle of 1860? The followers of Breckinridge
said slavery had a right to go wherever the Constitution goes. Do
you believe that to-day? Is there a man on this continent that holds
that doctrine to-day? Not one. That doctrine is dead and buried. The
other wing of the Democracy held that slavery might be established
in the territories if the people wanted it. Does any body hold that
doctrine to-day? Dead, absolutely dead!
“Come down to 1864. Your party, under the lead of Tilden and
Vallandigham, declared the experiment of war to save the Union was a
failure. Do you believe that doctrine to-day? That doctrine was shot
to death by the guns of Farragut at Mobile, and driven, in a tempest
of fire, from the valley of the Shenandoah by Sheridan less than a
month after its birth at Chicago.
“Come down to 1868. You declared the Constitutional Amendments
revolutionary and void. Does any man on this floor say so to-day? If
so, let him rise and declare it.
“Do you believe in the doctrine of the Broadhead letter of 1868,
that the so-called Constitutional Amendments should be disregarded?
No; the gentleman from Mississippi accepts the results of the war!
The Democratic doctrine of 1868 is dead!
“I walk across that Democratic camping-ground as in a graveyard.
Under my feet resound the hollow echoes of the dead. There lies
slavery, a black marble column at the head of its grave, on which
I read: Died in the flames of the Civil War; loved in its life;
lamented in its death; followed to its bier by its only mourner,
the Democratic party, but dead! And here is a double grave: Sacred
to the memory of Squatter Sovereignty. Died in the campaign of
1860. On the reverse side: Sacred to the memory of the Dred
Scott-Breckinridge doctrine. Both died at the hands of Abraham
Lincoln! And here a monument of brimstone: Sacred to the memory of
the Rebellion; the war against it is a failure; _Tilden et
Vallandigham fecerunt_, A. D. 1864. Dead on the field of battle;
shot to death by the million guns of the Republic. The doctrine of
Secession; of State Sovereignty. Dead. Expired in the flames of
civil war, amidst the blazing rafters of the Confederacy, except
that the modern Æneas, fleeing out of the flames of that ruin,
bears on his back another Anchises of State Sovereignty, and
brings it here in the person of the honorable gentleman from the
Appomattox district of Virginia [Mr. Tucker]. [Laughter.] All else
is dead.
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