The Ashland Union

The wailings and weepings of outraged humanity entreat you to vote for Democracy, peace and union, and against this "blood-letting" administration.

The poor men and consumers of the West exhort you all to assist in hurling from power the administration whose legislation has placed, indirectly, the burden of supporting this government, almost entirely, on their shoulders.

The spirits of the mangled dead whose blood is on the skirts of abolition traitors, implore you to vote for Democracy and an arrest of the wholesale slaughter that has draped our land in mourning during the last three years.

The civilized world imperatively demands that you all do your duty; that you go to the polls early; that you use your influence in persuading men to vote right; that you see that every man in your township who has a vote, casts it for Union and Democracy; and that you keep a watchful eye for the illegal votes of the opposition.

ABOLITION FIZZLE!

DEATH STRUGGLE.
The Croakers Ready to Gnaw a File.

The Abolition blood-letters of Ashland county attempted to hold a Mass Meeting in Ashland on Tuesday, the 4th inst., and contrary to our anticipations, convened on the Fair Grounds instead of in the Grave Yard. Every effort known to abolition treachery and fraud, was made use of to get a crowd; but it all failed as it will on next Tuesday. But the croakers of Ashland were not to be beaten by the people failing to turn out. They marshaled their whole squad at the East end of Main street and took up their line of march West. The croakers and whangdoodles, thinking to fool the bystanders, hurried the advance of the procession down a back street and brought them up in the rear to make it appear respectable. The procession, in the gross, consisted of seventy-six buggies, wagons and carts. A hearse passed up street just in front of the processio, which we don't count, not knowing whether they claimed it as a part of the caravan or not. We think, at least, that it was very indicative of the mourning and sorrow which will prevail in their demoralized ranks, and especially among the office seekers, after next Tuesday. The procession presented the most funeral-like appearance of any one we have ever noticed. It dragged its slow, short length to the fair ground, followed by the boys of the town, who almost eclipsed the meeting. When assembled, its composition was about as follows: Democratic voters and spectators 200: Republican voters 300: Ladies of all kinds 217: children with short dresses, about 300; Niggers 5, Total, 1022. This is a very large estimate, but we are willing to give them credit for all, or a few more, than they had, rather than add to their injured feelings. Take it all in all, it was the saddest looking gathering that ever convened in this place.

The meeting was addressed by the Hon. B. Stanton and a fellow by the name of Collier. The speeches were of the ordinary abolition, blood and thunder style, and cast a gloom over the entire audience. The people are getting tired listening to the sophistry of men who make speeches supporting this war, in order to make money out of it. The speech-making closed and the squad dispersed to the groceries to drown their trouble and disappointment as best they could; and so ended the Abolition Mass meeting.
LIED!

Ben. Stanton lied when he said the people of Ashland county were called upon to vote for a treasonable, oath-bound party, unless he meant the Abolition party.

Ben. Stanton lied when he said that Vallandigham sent a man to Johnson's Island to get up a conspiracy.

Ben. Stanton lied to the Abolitionists of this county, when he said the Democracy intend to recognize the South.

Ben. Stanton lied when he said the Democrats wanted to soft soap the soldiers in the Chicago Platform.

Ben. Stanton lied when he said his party was the friend of the soldier, except to make money out of them.

Ben Stanton lied, as every soldier knows, when he said that the first eighteen months of the war, under McClellan, was a failure.

Ben Stanton lied when he said there had been no retrograde movements or falling back of our forces since Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation on the 1st of January, 1862.