Louisiana Capitolian

A FORLORN HOPE
Under the Greenbackian Banner.
NOT ALL FOR GLORY.
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When "the boys" in the last campaign or two arrayed themselves against the Democratic party of this parish, by consolidating soreheadism with the broken cohorts of Radicalism, for the purpose of getting at the appetizing "chicken pie," in the shape of local offices, we could understand that their personal friends might be tempted to assist them in a boom to win these prizes.
There was the excuse that the Democratic party had things cocked and primed in the matter of the nominations. It was argued too, that these independent aspirants were good and tried Democrats who, in view of the disruption of the Republican organization, considered it oppressive to have the party whip cracked over their loyal heads.
These reasons cannot be advanced at this juncture.
A great National contest is before us. On the one side the Republican party stands aligned under the leadership of Garfield, the man who figured in the Presidential Commission of 1877, among the eight who voted to uphold the fraudulent count of Mad. Wells and Tom Anderson, the two reprieved penitentiary convicts of Louisiana. On the other, we find that generous soldier and patriotic statesman Hancock, the standard bearer of the Democratic party of the Union.
Everywhere can be seen the good citizens who are anxious to blot out the last vestige of Radical misrule, rallying to the support of Hancock and English. They know that patriotic men cannot afford to fritter away their strength, in pursuing the hobbies of political dreamers, who cannot point to even a shadow of a hope in the success of such candidates as those of Weaver, the Greenbacker, or Neal Dow, the Prohibitionist.
In Maine, the Greenbackers controlled by practical views have seen the folly of throwing away their votes on Weaver, and they have united their strength with the Democrats in order to carry their State for Hancock.
Here though, on the heroic old battle ground of East Baton Rouge, a little tea-party of dashing politicians have coolly and deliberately resolved, as will be seen by their proceedings in another column, to stir up a lilliputian boom for Brother Weaver.
At last, the ever changing little game will be exposed to the view of the most skeptical.
This little movement will show exactly how "the boys" stand. Neither Republicans nor Democrats; they are the National Greenback Labor Party of East Baton Rouge! Neither more nor less.
A la "Don Quixote," they have started in a crusade to arrange the finances of the United States, a country whose population increases at the rate of ten millions every decade.
Oh, Presumption, where is thy blush?
In matters requiring the deepest calculations of political economists and financiers, who, of necessity, must familiarize themselves with the intricate details and the volume of trade of the whole world and its constant fluctuations, here in the Highlands of Baton Rouge, we have apostles of the Greenback faith, ready to "bulge" right into the National Treasury and substitute greenbacks for bonds, gold and silver with an unconcern that is truly refreshing.
Will not our people seize this huge joke, and let our would-be financiers run their little machine all to themselves?
And the whole boom, so it is currently reported, has no other object than to construct a rickety platform on which a modest man is soon to ascend to announce to the good people that, forsooth, he has become a candidate for Congress—"yes, sah!"
Heavy, heavy hangs over your heads, Democrats!
Look out, boys; look out