FIAT MONEY.

A Talk to the Mechanics of Newark, N. J.

You can't make a dollar out of paper except by taking a dollar's worth of paper to do it. Did you ever hear of a fiat load of corn, or a fiat load of wheat? You can no more make a paper dollar a dollar than you can make a warehouse certificate a load of wheat. When resump

tion is an accomplished fact, confidence and credit take the place of gold and silver. I admit that the Democratic party raised their share of corn, and pork, and wheat, and enabled us to resume. They furnished their share of the money, and the Republicans furnished the honor to pay it over. The soft-money Democrats said that the greenback was the money of the poor man. Did any one ever liear before of money that` sought out only the poor man, that was always hunting for fellows that were dead-broke, and that despised banks? (Applause and laughter.)

But the Democrats wanted to put the finances of the country into the hands of the Solid South, who had repudiated $50,000,000 of their debts.

Could such people

be trusted with the honor of the country? But the Dem

ocrats talked of centralization. Their theory was that the Government was bound by the most sacred obligations to protect its citizens in England or Spain, but not under its own flag. It had the right to drag a citizen from his home, to stand him up before a loaded battery, to make him food for cannon, to tax him to death, and yet, when in return for all this he asked to be protected from outrage and wrong, the Democrats cried to the Government: "Hands off, you mustn't interfere. It's unconstitutional." What a monstrous mockery it was! A Government that couldn't protect its citizens wasn't fit to exist. A flag that couldn't defend its defenders was (Storms of applause.)

a dirty rag.

The speaker described the repudiation, brutality and folly of the "Solid South," and asked, "Are we going to trust the Government to these people?" A thundering "No" was the response. He was in favor of trusting them when they showed repentance and mended their ways, say about fifty years hence, and with a very few. and unimportant offices at first. (Laughter and applause.) He cheerfully admitted that if it hadn't been for hundreds of thousands of Democrats we couldn't have put down the Rebellion, and if it hadn't been for Democrats we never would have had a Rebellion. (Cheers and laughter.) The Democrats were partners in our national misfortunes. Bankruptcy, hard times, and a few chilling frosts, that would ruin the crops, would be joy to them, for it would give them a chance to recover their lost power. They would be delighted with all or any of these disasters. Even the potato-bugs would be thank(Laughter and applause.)

fully received.

Colonel Ingersoll indulged in delicious satire respecting

the Democratic candidates, referring to Hancock's celebrated "tariff" interview in a way that sent the audience into successive roars of laughter for minutes. Hancock had heard the tariff talked of "once" in his native State -in Pennsylvania! He must have been eavesdropping. (Laughter.) The tariff, according to General Hancock, was a purely "local" issue, with which it would be beneath the dignity of the President and Congress—in a word, the general Government-to intermeddle. Here was a pretty man to be President! He would probably consider the country itself a "local" issue.

Of William

"A man

H. English, Colonel Ingersoll would say this: who voted against expelling the ruffians who all but murdered Charles Sumner was not fit to be Vice-President of hell, if there was such a place. To utter his name was the meanest thing one could say of him. "What is Hancock in favor of ?" asked Colonel Ingersoll in conclusion. "You don't know, I don't know, he don't know." He says he will veto rebel claims. I tell you he won't have the chance to veto anything. Ohio vetoed him, and Indiada indorsed it. (Thunders of applause.)

A ELOQUENT PERORATION.

Ingersoll's Closing Words to the Jury in the Celebrated "Star Route" Law Suit.

In concluding his address Colonel Ingersoll said: "You have nothing to do with the supposed desire

of any man or supposed desire of any department

(turning, and addressing his remarks to the AttorneyGeneral) or the supposed desire of any Government, or the supposed desire of the public. You have nothing to do with these things. You have only to do with the evidence. Here all power is powerless except your own.

When asked to please the public, you should think of the lives you are asked to wreck, of the homes your verdict would darken, of the hearts it would desolate, of the cheeks it would wet with tears, of the characters it would destroy, of the wife it would worse than widow, and of the children it would worse than orphan. When asked to please the public think of these consequences.

Whoever does right clothes himself in a suit of armor which the arrows of prejudice could not penetrate; but whoever does wrong is responsible for the consequence to the last sigh, to the last tear.

You are told by Mr. Merrick that you should have no sympathy, that you should be like icicles, that you should be God-like. That is not my doctrine. The higher you

get in the scale of being, the grander, the nobler, the tenderer you will become. Kindness is always an evidence of grandness. Malice is the property of a small soul, and whoever allows the feeling of brotherhood to die in his heart becomes a wild beast.

"Not the king's crown nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does,"

And yet the only mercy we ask is the mercy of an honest verdict. I appeal to you for my clients, because the evidence shows they are honest men. I appeal to you for my client, Stephen W. Dorsey, because the evidence shows he is a man with an intellectual horizon and a mental sky, a man of genius, generous and honest. Yet this prosecution, this Government, these attorneys, representing the Republic, representing the only real Republic that ever existed, have asked you not only to violate the law of the land, but also the law of nature. They have maligned nature; they have laughed at mercy; they have trampled on the holiest human ties, and even made light because a wife in this trial has sat by her husband's side.

There is a painting in the Louvre-a painting of desolation, of despair and love. It represents the "Night of the Crucifixion." The world is wrapped in shadow, the stars are dead, and yet in the darkness is seen a kneeling form. It is Mary Magdalene, with loving lips and hands pressed against the bleeding feet of Christ. The skies