mother mourns, because she remembers that the father of that daughter, but two years her husband, who had thrice kissed her baby girl and herself good-by before bounding off quickly down the lane, has gone from them forever; he, too, had written her from the war of his love for his brave and noble general.

The civilians of America, high and low, rich and poor, peasant and patrician, loved him and mourn his loss; for they know and feel that whether as an humble, and unknown citizen, struggling for an existence upon the prairies of the then new West; whether upon the battle field midst fearful scenes of carnage and bloodshed, the roar of cannon and the shriek of shot and shell, or, as the Chief Executive of the Nation in the Presidential chair, he was always the friend of the Union, of liberty and right, and the never yielding foe of slavery, of oppression and of wrong; always true to himself and to the people of his Republic, whom he loved and by whom he was loved and honored in return.

"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page

Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage,
All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee,
Far less than all thou hast forborne to be."

Sleep on thou child of eternity! Your name and memory will be held sacred and revered, not only in your own beloved land, but wherever on the earth the sun shines down upon a free man, until the end of time!

CAMPAIGN, 1888.

Two years ago this month, it was my privilege to address the people of this Township upon the political issues of the day.

That was what is known in politics as an "off year;" but this year of our Lord, 1888, is what is known as Presidential year, when it becomes the duty of the people of the Great Republic, of which we form a province, to decide as to which of the two great parties the management of this Government shall be entrusted, during the next four years.

Although considerably removed from the center of battle and estopped, as you all know from taking any part in the impending struggle, we are yet near enough to hear the roll of the drums, as they beat the reveille which is calling into line of battle the members of the two great parties, from the lakes to the gulf, and from the pine forests of Maine, to the orange groves of California; and we are yet near enough to catch the inspiration which fires the hearts and stirs the blood of our brethren in the States.

The position of Dakota, at the present time, considered at least from a political standpoint, is, indeed,

anomalous. With far greater interests at stake upon the result of the present national campaign, than any other political subdivision in the United States, we are yet denied the privilege, nay, I will say right, rather than privilege, for it is our right; ours by every drop of blood shed by our Revolutionary forefathers; ours by every precious life sacrificed for the Union's cause for liberty and freedom of having any voice or vote whatever, in deciding the momentous issues of the hour.

Even as those poor slaves who were within the rebel lines in the dark days of the rebellion, were prevented from taking any part in the great struggle which was to decide for them whether their sun of liberty and freedom was forever set; so the serfs and vassals of Dakota Territory, are prevented by those self-same rebels, hidden beneath the cloak of Democracy, by unrighteous force, from taking any part in the great political battle now being fought in the States of this Union, upon the result of which depends the political and civil rights of sixty millions of people.

But notwithstanding this denial of justice, and the many indignities heaped upon our people by this odorous relic of barbaric ages, the Democratic party, I, for one believe, that we of Dakota as Republicans, should manifest a lively interest in the coming National Campaign, and impress upon our fellow Republicans of the states, that despite our political prostra