Our friend seems to have forgotten
that although the Democratic party is a very grateful old party, yet it
has so much to be grateful for that, it has hardly enough gratitude to
go round. He and his two sons can best keep their reverence for the
grand old Party undisturbed, by remaining on the farm, aloof from the
few millions of others who confidently believe that patriotism will be
sooner or later rewarded by a postmastership.
We promise him that if he neglects to follow our wholesome counsel, and
instead shall go on, to Washington to seek political gifts, he will
return home mad. If he then will look about him, he will understand how
this kind of madness works. There is a great deal of it just now.
Farmer's boys should not seek political gifts. For them there is no
occupation so demoralizing as office-seeking, except office-holding. At
the best, as a rule, they could become only Government clerks, liable to
be turned out after they had served long enough to be spoiled for any
other occupation except of a routine character.
The Democratic Party shows its gratitude best when it faces the
infuriated office-seeker in his mad career and tells him that there is
not even the smallest post-office open for him.
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