Decline
On April 16, 1830, the Workingmen's Party held a state convention at Albany and nominated Erastus Root for Governor. Root declined the nomination, and the Party later nominated Ezekiel Williams from Cayuga County to run. He polled only 2332 votes.
Due to the adoption of some of the reforms by Tammany, and the beginning of political struggles inside the party, the movement broke up. At the municipal election in 1830 there appeared three separate tickets each of which purported to be the regular representation of the Party: the "Clay Workingmen" (with partisans of Henry Clay, and big stock-holders among the candidates, polling about 7,000 votes), the rump "Workingmen's Party" led by Robert D. Owen (polling about 2,200), and the "Agrarian Party" (polling 116 votes). With the majority absorbed into mainstream politics, and no radicals elected, the party ceased to exist.
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