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We appeal to every Republican of this county and to every good man who prefers the interests of the country to those of party, to exert himself to the utmost to secure a full Union vote on Tuesday next, which will make sure a glorious Union triumph. There is no doubt that we have a large majority in this county. The only doubt is whether it can be brought out. There is no question about the appearance of the adversary. They are thoroughly organized. Their last man will be at the polls, to make a final struggle for "the lost cause," another Pickett's charge to break our line for the good of rebeldom. They are elated and hopeful, believing that we are supine and apathetic. They know the great importance of their carrying this State. The President and his co-conspirators are waiting the seeming endorsement of Pennsylvania, to embolden them to an open and desperate revolution in behalf of the traitors. Let but this commonwealth, which was so lavish of her blood and treasure in the dark days of the nation's agony, give her vote for the copperhead Sharswood, and you will find treason as jubilant as when Lee flaunted his victorious banners on our mountain tops in '63. Andrew Johnson, who has so long defied the loyal people whom he betrayed, will boldly set at naught all law but that of his own wicked will, and will plunge the nation, if it need be, into another sea of blood, to enforce his nefarious policy, and give the control of the government into the hands yet red with the slaughter of its defenders. What his purpose really is, remains unrevealed, hidden in the dark bosoms of his plotting confederates, Black, Sharswood, Beauregard, Valandigham, the knights of the golden circle and the Surratts of the land. Perhaps, it will be to suppress the assembling of Congress, what Andrew Johnson has publicly declared not to be a loyal body. May be, a congressional substitute composed to suit his ends of mad copperheads from the loyal States and rebels from the insurgent ones, may be recognized as the legitimate National Legislature, and installed in the halls of the capitol. This is no idle apprehension that may be laughed away. What means the arming and drilling of the militia of Maryland, an organization made up of the home traitors of that State and returned rebels? The reason given by the democracy of Maryland for incurring the great expense of this military organization, is that it is a preparation for defence against invasion. Invasion from where? Is Maryland in danger? Is Maryland a kingdom by herself, in the midst of enemies? Who favor her arming, and who bear her arms? Rebels. That militia is a new born rebel army. It may be employed to disperse your Congress. The streets of Baltimore echo the bold threats of revolution. Leading men of the city speak bravely for repudiation of the national debt; and in this they are sustained openly by the Democracy of Ohio, and secretly by members of the Democracy everywhere. The bond holders of the government are denounced as its foes, an idea which escaped from the lips of the President in his hours of drunkenness.

But be the purposes of the Administration and its baleful allies what they may, they are hostile to loyalty. The business men of the country are alarmed--a painful sense of uncertain danger pervades men's minds. All see the pressing forward of traitors, and the thrusting back of the men who saved the government. They see the loyal and tried statesmen driven from the public counsels, and their places filled by miserable panderers to Presidential policy. They behold Grant, Sheridan, Thomas, Sickles, Griffin, Schofield, and their heroic associates treated with contumely and scorn, because they love the people they saved and hold the popular will to be above the autocratic orders of a vicious chief magistrate, who was elevated to his dizzy height by democratic assassins now canonized by that party, and whose gross sensuality and loathsome vices have been unknown among American statesmen, and only paralleled by the most bestial of the Roman emperors.

It was on the soil of Pennsylvania, that the decisive battle of the slaveholders' war was fought. Gettysburg sealed the doom of the Confederacy. On Tuesday next, another great struggle is to be had. One that may be as momentous. It may determine whether treason is to have a new lease of life. People of Franklin County, rally to the standard of your country on that day. You will find about it the true men, to whom you looked in your days of trial. There will be Grant, and Sheridan, and Geary, and Meade, and Thomas, and Howard, and the thousand illustrious heroes of the war. Winger, it is true, will not be there. He will be eating his bread and butter among the peace Democracy, who have bought him at his full price. There will be the scarred and mutilated veterans of the war, again in the service of the country. There will be the old men, who gave their sons to the sacrifice, there will be patriots who [*****ILLEGIBLE*****] and gloomed at your defeats--there will center the prayers of the noble band of christian men and women who followed your sons on the battle field and into the hospitals with their humane ministrations. This is a goodly company indeed. Swell its ranks. Come yourselves, and persuade your neighbors to come with you. Do not let us be defeated. Do not let us have a reduced majority. You know how serious is our danger, our country's danger. Can you conscientiously neglect your duty to vote? Will you allow a trifling excuse to keep you away from the polls? Do you acknowledge that the party, which has truth, loyalty, justice, and right with it, is entitled to your suffrage, and that the party, which hates truth, and loyalty, and justice and right, deserves and should receive your stroke?

Let no union man in this county reproach himself hereafter, for his absence at the polls, on Tuesday next; or for not working earnestly until then.

To the Editors of the Franklin Repository.

In the Spirit of the 25th ult., one of the "congenial spirits" in response to his brother in the "true faith," proposes what he conceives to be a more effectual remedy for "political preaching" than a mere "rising and leaving the church." He opines that the Radical preachers would treat the exodus from the church much as the moon did the barking cur, i. e. just go on without minding it, which is most likely. But the true and radical cure in the estimation of this Solon "is to stop the pay," "throw up the pew," "stop paying for such preaching." These outraged christians put us in mind of a colloquy between a seedy young man who had been in a show and his out-side comrade that had contented himself with looking at the ginger-bread tables on the grounds. "I say Bob," said seedy, "this show is a humbug; they didn't show half what their bills called for." "Outrageous," says Bob; "I tell you Jake, if I were you I'd made them refund the money." "Well, well," said Jake, "I, I, but the truth is, I didn't pay any thing, I crawled into the darned thing under the canvass."

If these "what say you?" and "that's what I say," were unmasked, no doubt, their pecuniary support and influence for good would be found to be much in the same fix as the cave in the mountain side after the banks round its mouth were dug away; the hold was left sticking out into the road about fifteen feet.

Ridiculous as these vapid and whimsical pratings about political preaching are, we are tempted to serious on the subject, and say that the real trouble with these canting hypocrites is, that they are now cut off from the comfort they had under the teaching they enjoyed from Pro-slavery divines. As there is no slavery to sustain, the pabulum which was made up of scriptures perverted and politics that would mix with the perversions, is now taken away. And as the conscience of the ministry had become enlightened in regard to human rights, and the duties that man owes to man in the sight of God, are made to stand out in their proper light, these whining sycophants of the deceased Slaveocracy, having neither principles nor policy enough to drop the defunct and rotten carcass, that should have been buried out of their sight, are want to go about the streets with sackcloth and ashes upon their heads, and venom against the church, the bible and the negro, in their hearts, bewailing their fallen dagon. They are as much discommoded by a negro watching peaceably along the street, or a reminder from the pulpit of the true relations of man to man, as they were during the war, by a Union victory, a rebel defeat, or a prayer in the pulpit for our government.

W.