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THE WEEKLY LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8, C., SEPTEMBER 0, 1895.
PLEA FOR REFORM.
Jonos Presonts tho Caso ol
the People Against the Saloon.
Danger of the American Christian Sab
bath from Three Gigantic Kvils—
Need of Good Cairn and Their
Enforcement.
CDl-YRIcnT. IS95.
The reform wave now rolling over
the county, which finds its highest ex
pression in New York city just at this
time, is provoking much discussion in
the daily papers as well as in the re
ligious press of -the country. It has
also brought forth a wail of woe from
the camp of the lawless. The keepers
of the dives and dens of New York
city say that the faithful execution of
wholesome laws has in a few weeks
ruined their business, and that already
they are mortgaging their stocks and
that bankruptcy awaits them all unless
they can have immunity from the un
just laws, such as the city ofiioials find
upon the statute 1 rooks of the state.
In other words, if the laws of the
state are executed, we, the lawless cle
ment of the slate, are ruined in fortune
and bankrupted in business, whereas
if the law is enforced the good element
in the city will be dominant, and de-
'cency will be maintained.
• Now, in the first place, 1 don't be
lieve their talc; in the second place I
only wish it were true. The millions
of suffering women and good men of
our country would join in the Doxology,
“Praise Clod from whom all blessings
flow.” I, for one, have no patience
with the spirit that would abolish the
American Christian Sabbath and that-
^ould inaugu^a^Hhe Sabbath of eon-
tinent^H^tfrope on t mTsiTfel.h<■ f.T
fica has her Christian Sabbath, and
i is worth her while to protec it. We
tnust remain Americans and American
ize our foreign elements, and not have
them Europeanize us.
; What claim has thi! liquor trafile upon
this country? If all other trades and
crafts are willing to abide by the law;
If merchants, miners, farmers and hon
est toilers of our country must keep
the Sabbath and work only six days
a week, what is the matter witli the sa
loon element that they will bo bank
rupted if they are forced to obey laws
which others keep? Is tho margin in
their business so small that they must
push their damnable traliic seven days
a week and twenty-four hours a day
the year round? Their cupidity is only
equaled by their insolence. Their love
of money is only to be gauged by their
lawlessness. Their statements are em
bodied in the following preambles and
resolutions:
Whereas, Mayor Strong and Ins co
officials in the city of New York have
laid burdens upon our craft which we
cannot bear; and,
/ Whereas, No former administration
has had either conscience or principle
in the enforcement of law; and,
Whereas, The city owes us protection
and immunity from all laws that
abridge our rights or interfere with our
business, because a large proportion of
the revenue of the city is paid into the
city treasury by the ten thousand sa
loonkeepers of New York city; there
fore, be it resolved,
First, That we bull-necked white-
aproned gentlemen of the liquor trafile
are unalterably opposed to all lawsthat
abridge our rights and vex our red-
nosed patrons.
Secondly, That “Blue laws” were
made by Christian cranks, and are only
sought to be enforced by the de
cent element of the city, and as said
decent element have no rights or priv
ileges not accorded to them by us,
therefore it cannot long be expected
of us that we will submit to this cruel
infringement upon our rights.
Thirdly, That we will baud together
and put all our henchmen and bums to
work in order to rid ourselves of all
officials who dare to do their duty and
enforce law.
Mayor Strong and his coollieials and
subofiicials deserve the cooperation of
all good citizens of New York city and
the praises of the American people.
They are making an honest efiort to en
force law, without favor or prejudice.
The Christian press of the country is
squarely with them, and a large part
of the city press commend them. It is
to be expected that many rum-soaked
aud rum-subsidized editors will cham
pion the side of the lawless saloon
keeper, and clamor for liberties which
are not liberties, but, when rightly un
derstood, they are the chains of slavery
which they would weave about us and
make this the land of the slave and the
home of the sneak.
The editors and newspapers who
seek to bring the honest efforts of
Mayor Strong and his coollieials into
contempt have not the fear of Cod be
fore their eyes, and not tho good of hu
manity in their miuds. Wo read of the
dry multitudes, of the beerlcss crowd,
of the hardships entailed upon the
poor laboring man because on the Sab-
oath day lie can’t get his beer, etc.
When we know that because men cry
for beer their children ofti n cry for
bread. Less beer and more bread. No
decent man will put his money into
the coffers of tho saloonkeeper as long
as his family is denied of comforts, and
no other kind of men have any busi
ness with either families or bar. I for
one can see the signs of a better day,
the whisky trust “busted,” the saloon
keepers howling, the devil mud and
New York city enforcing law.
The decent element of the American
people has endured enough, women
and children have suffered enough, and
now let’s vote and pray, and work and
talk, push and shove along right lines
until the good element controls in
every city, state and at Washington, I).
C. Saloons, gambling hells and bawdy
houses are the two legs aud forked tail
on which the devil walks ami works.
They are always closely allied and have
a common interest in the welfare of
each other. Trosperity to either is
prosperity to all. You hurt ie y«»u
cripple all. No city or state or nation
can foster them without harm to her
citizens and ruin to t he young man
hood Of iti nation.
I want to ee the day when our na
tion and our .‘ tales and municipalities
cea. a to go into copartnership with
these three damnable institutions. If
they exist let them exist as outlaitt,
contraband, tmugylcd. Whatever is
right ought to bo protected by law,
and whatever is wrong ought to be
abolished by law, and when law shall
only protect the right and abolish the
wrong, then, and then only, will life,
liberty and property enjoy its fullest
liberty and protection.
Let city and state keep their eyes on
the three Gorgons of hell now turned
loose on this earth, watch, guard, pun
ish them. Abridge their liberties, cir
cumscribe their influence, and thereby
protect society us best they can from
the ravages of the saloon, the gambling
hell and the shameless house.
Sam P. Jonks.
SWEET REVENGE.
SQUIRE RUFUS SANDERS.
Nature Saved Him the Trouble of Doin"
o Terrible Deed.
“I will do it,” he exclaimed, as he
ground his teeth and clenched his
hands and tore up the sod with his
heels.
The house was before him in tho
darkn ws—a modest-looking two-story
house with all modern conveniences,
including a turn at the head of the
stairs, which wouldn't pass a trunk up
or down, while the electric bells had
to be overhauled every week.
“When Marian Pe Kalb refused my
hand and married Joe Taylor I swore
to bo revenged!” hissed the midnight
visitor. “Yes, 1 vowed that she should
have cause to wish herself d- ad a hun
dred times per 'lay. I have been wait
ing. I have carried a smiling face,
but-hi uiy soul has burned the fires of
—of—well, the fires of a thousand coal
stoves. No one has suspected me, and
now my time lias come! That dim, soft
light is burning in the nursery, where
sleeps the yearling offspring of the pair
who wrecked my life and made me the
fiend that I am. I will enter and ab
duct the kid!”
From his coat-tail pocket ho took a
raw turnip, bit off a large piece to still
farther excite him, and after carefully
restoring the original package he pro
ceeded to throw up the sash of the
pantry window. Fifteen seconds later
he was under the same roof with the
woman who had led him on to love her
and then given him the bounce. All
around him were evidences that she
was happy and contented, but he seized
one of the cold biscuit which her fair
hands had moldc ! . ’ ul it in a savage
manner, and gasped:
“This decides me! Now nothing can
turn n:e aside!”
Like the ferocious tiger of the jungle
he crept into the kitchen—on into the
sitting-room^-into the hall and up
stairs. and the kid was before him. It
was not a kid, but a kiddess, and she
was just old enough to run about the
house and swallow pins and tacks and
drink out -of the boiling tea kettle.
The villain stood for a moment to gloat
over his victim. He didn't earn a very
large salary and couldn’t afford to
gloat very often. Her parents were
asleep in the room beyond, unconscious
of peril, and the kiddess herself dreamed
of angels and harps and golden gates
as she slumbered.
“The abduction will now take place
according to programme!'’ hissed the
gloater, when he had finished hisglout-
iiur and smiled several fiendish smiles.
He stepped forward and bent over the
child to pick her up and bear her away,
but suddenly started back with a more
ferocious gleam in his eyes. He
grinned. lie chuckled. lie patted
himself on the back. Then he moved
away—down the stairs—through the
rooms—out into the midnight darkness
again, leaving the kiddess to sweetly
sleep on. He had made a discovery.
There was no need to abduct her to se
cure his dreadful revenge. The child
had i-ed hair and a turn-up nose!—De
troit Free Press.
A Sporting UNhop.
Not far from tho domain of Chan-
tcloup lay the modern abbey of The-
lema, over which presided that kindly
monk, Mgr. Dillon, a sporting bishop,
fond of convivial company. Of a Sun
day, after a perfunctory mass, to which
his worldly congregation listened
vaguely while perusing the lightest of
novels, the herns were gayly tooted,
and the horses were led into the
chateau yard. When Louis XVI. re
monstrated. saying: “My lord bishop,
how is it that you hunt of a Sunday,
and yet forbid your curates to follow
your example?” he answered at once,
saying: “Because, your majesty, they
have but their personal vices, but 1
have those of my ancestors.” What the
moral tone of llautcfontainc really was
we can appreciate from the bishop's ad
vice to a young bride, who happened to
be, strangely enough, in love with her
husband. “Madam,” he said to her,
“I beg you to remember that conjugal
love is the only love we do not under
stand here. Conceal yours, pray, or it
may bring you trouble.”—Fortnightly
Review.
Tho Sago of Rocky Crook in
Presonco of Death
the
Fln<ig <>uatnt Humor, the Saving Clause of
Human Nature—“Nut Fltten and
Not Heady’’—A Loss to tho
Lord” — Elbow Hoorn.
were, but some
monstrous fun
ny things have
come to pass un
der the most
saddest s u r -
roundi ns. In
my own day and
genera tion I
"X have seen the
^ w ''Av\ time—st an din
\\ y • ■' over the death
■fcx V bed- when I
v ^ either had to
turn loose and,
laugh, or swell up and bust open.
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Tlie Wrong Time of Year.
Last spring a year ago I was off down
in lhe Flat Woods and saw Felix Mayo
— “Dandy Mayo,” as everybody were
wont to call him—stumble over the
last final ditch. I had went down there
nfier some seed potatoes, you under
stand—which the blazin cold weather
had made mine rot in the ground—and
Vhilst in the settlement I rode by to
see Dandy. He was right tolerable
nigh unto death when I got there. The
doctors had already give him up as a
a gone gosiin and went on home. But
the family and the neighbors were
standi:! around the death bed cryin aud
takin on till it was a sad sight to see.
Dandy lowed it was the wrong time
of >•••■.: • for him to die and he want
ready. Ho made out like he want a
blamed bit skeered, but at the same
time lie said if there was any wav to
back down, or snake out and dodge the
question he would love to do it. But
the laughin part came when Dandy put
in to hoggin his wife to take his place
and go on ahead.
“You are the best and most purest
human person 1 have ever saw, Tildy,”
says Dandy to his wife, which she was
Miss Matildy Lucas before she took
am! married him. “You never did cuss
and drink whisky and bet on cards
like me. and so far as I know j’ou never
did do anything particular wrong.
You arc ready to die, Tildy, whilst I
ain't sorter half way ready, and I do
wish you would take my place sol
would have more time to quit my
meanness and git ready for the judg
ment bar.” ,
What made it so particular funny to
hear Dandy talkin and carry in on that
way - everybody knowned that*Tildy,as
he called her, had been takin his place
for years and years. Dandy want worth
his room in this world to start with,
and his good wife had took his place
all along the line. She was jest
simply the maiuest man in the family.
She took Dandy’s place and run their
little farm, and fed the stock, and
chopped the wood, and kept the fenses
up in general. But the time had
now come when Tildy couldn’t neither
wea r the breeches nor stand in his shoes,
and so lie had to face the music single-
handed aud alone. She was willin and
mo:e than willin, you understand, but
sin uldn’t play his hand out for him
in timt game. Dandy had got things
mighty bad mixed and muddled up
anyhow. It was his time of year to die.
It maybe looked to him like the wrong
time, bid in the general plans of creation
it was the right time, and so there he
was. At any rates, the general situa
tion iiit me all in a wad in a funny
pi re, and I hud to go out on the back
porch and laugh it off.
Lawyers Who Make Their Own Willa.
Many celebrated men have neglected
to settle their affairs. Ben Jonson,
Dryden and Sir Isaac Newton all died
intestate, Bacon insolvent, and the epi
gram on Butler’s monument in the
abbey explains why lie and many others
like him never made a will:
“ The poet’s fate is hero in emblem shown;
lie ushs for bre.ul ana he receives a stone."
“Wills,” said Lord Coke, “and the
construction of them do more perplex a
man than any other, and to make u
certain construction of them exceedeth
jurispruaentiumartem.” An old proverb
says that every man is cither a fool or
physician at forty. Sir II. Halford hap
pening one day to quote the saying to a
circle of friends, Canning humorously
inquired: “Sir Henry, mayn't he be
both?” At any rate experience teaches
that lawyers who draw their own wills
sometimes make great mistakes. Sir.
Samuel Romilly's will was improperly
worded; Chief Huron Thompson's will
beeame the subject of ehancery pro
ceedings. while the will of Bradley, Hie
eminent conveyancer, was actually set
aside by Lord Tluulow,—Temple Bar.
COPYRIGHT 1895.
Maybe you mought think it was
wrong and wicked for a man to stand
up and laugh and in tho very jaivs of
death, as it
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A Lobs to tho Lord.
When old man Ebenezer Ashcroft had
run slap out to the end of the rope and
it come his time to die, he was like
Dandy Mayo in regards to one thing—
he want to say fltten and ho want
ready. He had travelled a long and
rough and rocky road, you understand,
but he had went all the gaits clean
down to the finish. And then finally
at last when the doctor give out the
news that human help couldn't do no
more and the end was dost to hand,
old man Ebenezer looked up mighty
serious like and sober aud then went
on to say:
“From the way you talk, doctor, this
must fie a ease of great pushency, and
I reckon it ain’t for me to say whether
1 should or whether I shouldn’t. But
by George Washington, I have got one
thing to say with my last ileetin
breath. I dont’t make out like I have
got any tremendius big sight of relig
ion, you understand, but when Ebenzer
Ashcroft dies God Almighty will lose
the best friend he ever had in this
country.”
Now to be certainly of course old
man Ebenezer was in cold, dead ear
nest, but to a man up a tree he had
some powerful fuuny and pecurious
notions.
Elbow Room In Death
Joe Nick Stringer was about the most
atirrin man that was ever turned out
from the Rocky Creek settlement in
his Jay and time. He went off to the
city before ho was good grown, and
presently he got to bo a lawyer and a
banker, superintendent of a Sunday
school and a standin candidate for con
gress all at the same time.
But in the regular run of things the
bottom fell out with Joe Nick, you un
derstand, and his general machinery
run down and stopped. He had return
ed back home to die, and when the last
day come he sent for me to drop over and
sec him. By that time Joe Nick was so
terrible poor and pale and thin till it took
two or three people to see him, though
he told me himself that more than
oncct he had belt such full hands till
Iiobody couldn’t see him.
"1 jest only wanted to shake the partin
liiiud with you onest more, Hufe,” says
he with that lonesome, far-away look
on his face, “and thyn tell you about
tome pa non al| priyata bnflnm whttfc
I want you to tend to when I drop out
of the game. You will recollect, Rufe,
that the Stringers people for genera
tions have been laid away to rest in the
general graveyard over at old Smyrna
church. Don’t let’em bury me there,
Rufe, if you please. I would’nt mind it,
you understand, exceptin from the fact
that they have been buryin the,dead
there so long and so regular till they
have got ’em planted too all-fired
thick. If the graveyard was bigger it
would sorter do, but all the land right
around next to tho church grounds be
longs to Elder Newton, which every-
body knows he is the gonebyest, rot-
tenest and most meanest white man in
seven states and territories. I wouldn’t
be buried on his land if I could, and he
would rather die an orful death than
to (give an other inch of dirt to the
church.
“No, Rufe, I want you to see to it
that they bury me under that persim
mon tree down there in tho lower field,
or either under the apple tree out there
in the southwest corner of the garden.
By gatlius, I have been crowded all my
life—crowded in with a big family at
home, then crowded out and crowded
away from home, and forever and
eternally crowed in the city till finally
at last I will be crowded into my grave.
But, Rufe, dadblame it, let me have
elbow room in death—plenty of hand-
roomancc as we boys use to say in
play in marbles and I reckon maybe
there is room enough and some to
spare down there under the hog weeds
and the daisies. Give me your word,
Rufe, with your hand in mine, that
j’ou will tend to that when I pass and
quit, and may you live forever.”
I reckon from what Joe Nick said he
had helt many a better hand than
mine, but I give it to him at any rates,
and in less time than it takes me to
tell it bad went the way of every mor
tal man born of woman.
The next time you pass along
by the old Stringer place if you
will look right dost out there under
a big apple tree in the southwest cor
ner of the garden you will see a grave
—jest one—and only one. The hog
weeds and the daisies grow rank and
promiscuous around there, j'ou under
stand, but I reckon Joe Nick don't give
a continental for that now. And to
the bottom of my heart—to my last
dyin day—1 will be glad that we gave
him plenty of elbow room in death.
ARP ON OLD BOOKS.
Bill Has Been Reading Up Ancient
History and Enjoys It
B« Thinks That This Ag» Dost Hot Pro-
tfooo flash Stadsnts or at Toast
They Do Mot Got In
Pnhllo Llfs.
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Only a Dog’s Chance.
Tony Bartley was a way yonder the
laziest and most trifiinest white man
that ever breathed his ’ast final breath
in the Rocky Creek coun.rv, and when
his time come he was lyin in a little
cabbin over there on the old Lucas
place. He lived right there alone by
himself, and he would have died the
same way if it hadn't been for a man by
the name of Andy Lucas. Now, as
everybody knows. Andy Lucas is some-^
times tough and always rough, but in
ease of a pinch, you will find him white
and brave, and to his friends as true a
friend as ever man had. Him and Tony
Bartlet had went to school togther,
you understand, and cut summersets
in the same sandbed, and built tiutter-
mills in the same old spring branch.
And when Tony had let loose and went
to the devil and the dogs—a blot on the
face of creation and a scandals tion on
the whole entire settlement—when he
was down flat on his back—helpless
and hopeless and sick unto death—yet
still there was one man on the e irt.h—
the onlyest one—that would take and
hold his hand, look him in the face and
call him “friend”—and that one man
was ratlin, rowdy, reckless, Andy Lu
cas.
So when Tony’ come to die Andy want
gone nowhere. He was right there
with him, and from what Andy told
me afterwards, in his last dyin words
Tony spoke as follows below:
“Andy Lucas, if there ever was a
man in all the human race that want
worth his room in this world or any
wheres else, you are right herewith
him now. I have wasted away my life
and lived on what I could beg and
steal and borrow. . I have been as
mean as any man could be without
spillin human blood—a liar, a thief and
a scoundrel. I have done a whole lot
of harm in the world and narry durn
bit of good. Now I don’t want you to
give yourself any trouble and worrl-
ment about puttin me away. You
won’t need no new clothes and no cof
fin for me. You can jest make the nig
gers pick me up like they find me and
tote me off as I am—rags and all. And
I wish you would please make ’em take
me over there in the paster and dig a
hole in the ground and shovel me into
it. Don’t let ’em plant me deep, Andy
—bury me right close up to the top of
the ground. Maybe I mought make a
little spot of ground rich so as the
grass will grow rank and make good
grazin for the stock. I have done nothin
but harm—and so much of it in this
life- if it is so I can, I would love to do
a little good in death. I know it is
taken a dog's chances with the dumb
beasts, Andy, but with the lust rattle
out of the box I am willin to try it
So in them days it come to pass that
they dug one lonesome grave dug way
over in the paster on the old Lucas
place, aud Tony Bartley lies buried
there, Andy Lucas maintains till yet
that the grass grows rich aud green
and more fresher right there than any
wheres else in that paster, hue Andy
swaps horses considerable between
drinks, you understand, and you can’t
sometimes always take his mouth for a
prayer book. Runs Sanukum.
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It is good for a man to take up the
old books sometimes, “the quaint and
curious volumes of forgotten lore,” as
Poe calls them. I have been reaiding
about the old times, beginning as far
back as Pocahontas, the beautiful In
dian maiden who married John Rolfe
in 1014, and was converted by him to
Christianity and christened with the
name of Lady Rebecca. It is a beauti
ful, romantic story, and if Longfellow
had been a Virginian he would have
immortalized her in verse. During the
war we were shown the reputed place
near the Chicahominy where she threw
herself upon the breast of Captain John
Smith to save him and did save
him, from an awful death. The un
grateful fellow ought to have married
her, for she loved him, but he put in a
substitute and got his friend Rolfe to
do it and wrote a nice letter to Queen
Anne asking that Lady Rebecca be re
ceived at court, for she was a princess
whose father was king over thirty
tribes and that this marriage had made
a lasting peace between the races.
That reminds me of what Josephus
says about Moses. Pharaoh made
Moses his general-in-chief to lead the
Egyptian army against the Ethiopians,
who were a very powerful nation, and
whose army was advancing on Egypt.
Moses understood the flank movement
as well as Joe Johnston, and gotin their
rear and attacked their royal city. A
princess, the only daughter of the old
Ethiopian king, saw Moses from a
tower and was so fascinated with his
magnificent person that she sent out a
flag of truce and had a conference with
him and told him that she was
dying for love of him and that
if he would marry her she would
make peace and withdraw her
army. He looked upon her and listen
ed to her and surrendered, which I
reckon was one of “the mistakes of
Moses,” for Aaron and Miriam threw it
up to him for years afterwards.
But Rolfe made no mistake, and from
that union came the Randolphs, Whit
tles, Bollings and Robertsons of Vir
ginia, John Randolph, of Roanoke,
was the seventh in line of direct de
scent and the Indiau cropped out
in his character all of his life “rfakes,”
—devotion to his friend and hatred^-4hade the
of his enemies. On a slight proyagil-
tion he changellepged WebsMHTo fight
a duel and YVebster iq&de short work of
a reply. • “ '
“You vv^elnot entitled, sir, to make a
demand on me for explanation nor do I
recognize your right to call me to the
field to answer what you please to call
an insult to your feelings. It is enough
to say that I do not fell bound to ac
cept from any man an inyitaton of this
sort, though I shall always be prepared
to repel in a suitable manner the ag
gression of any man who may presume
upon such a refusal.”
1 believe that those grand men of
the olden time had more political strife
than we have now, for there was more
ftt stake in constructing a new govern
ment than there is now in keeping it
constructed. And there were greater
men iu those days. They were scholars
and they were patriots. We have no
such scholars in politics nowadays—not
one who can happily use in a great ora
tion a Greek or Latin or French quo
tation. The letters of Webster, Adams,
Jefferson. Rutlegde and Randolph are
full of them and I make bold to say
that no man can ever be a greater ora
tor who is not a thorough classical
scholar. The present generation of
senators and representatives are not
scholars. They are only trimmers and
skimmers compared with tho giants of
former days. But they had some am
bitious rascals among them. Washing
ton was barely chosen commander-in-
chief. All New England and Pennsyl
vania wanted General YVard, of Massa
chusetts, and even after the revolution
was well under way General Gates laid
a cheme to supplant him. Bqt old
Jcl.n Adams stood by him from first to
last and lost thereby some of his own
popularity at houm, I have great re
spect for Adams.
It is refreshing to read about those
old times when Jefferson and Madison
and John Adams and Washington and
Ben Franklin and Patrick Henry lived
and shone like stars in the political
heavens; and about John Hancock,
whose great big classic hand is first to
the declaration of independence. He
was the richest man in Boston and the
mo ( st unquenchable patriot, but be
signed first only because he was the
president of the continental congress.
The first state that was called was
Georgia, and Hutton Gwiunet the first
to sign that patriotic and perilous doc
ument. I am proud of that, for Geor
gia is my native state and Gwinnet my
birthplace. Lyman Hall’s and George
YValton’s names came next on the roll
of honor and in 1818 three counties ad
joining each other were laid out aud
named for them.
It seems from these old records that
the resolution that declared our inde-
pcndeuce was passed on the 2nd day of
July and John Adams wrote to Ins wife
the next day and said: “The 2nd day of
July 1778, will be the most memorable
epoch la the history of America au4
will be celebrated by succeeding get)-
eratlous as the greet anniversary festi
val. It will be commemorated from
one end of the continent to the other
ea the day of our deliverance."
But it seems that the trimmings had
not been put on. The colonies had on
ly seceded. They had not told the
world why, and soon the 4th the whole
thing as written by Jefferson wee
passed.
Mr. Jefferson tells an amusing story
about that. He had in tho original
draft blamed England for eonniving al
the Afrieuu slave trade/and this part
was voted down by ^outili ( urolinu ami
Georgia because they Kvunted to buy
more slaves, and by N/fcw England bo-
eftttfle they Here engaged in the slfctt
trade and were making large money*
by bringing slaves from Africa and
selling taem to southern colonies. So
it was stricken and New England con*
tinued the business at the old stand.
Judge story, tho great jurist, tried to
stop it in 1820 by charging the grand
jury in Portland and Boston, but they
denounced him in the public press and
they didn’t stop it, but found another
market in South America aud I am not
sure they have stopped it yet. Some
body is buying them with rum and
sending them to Madagascar—so the
papers said not long ago.
Speaking of that great and good
man, Judge Story, reminds me of what
he wrote about woman more than half
s century ago. lie says: “I was early
struck with the activity and power of
the female mind. I went to sch >oi
with girls until I was fifteen years old
and they were quite our equals if not
wr superiors in our studies and
ipiircments and had much greater
quickness of perception and delicacy of
feeling. I then imbibed the opinion
which I have often since had confirmed
that their talents are fully equal to
those of men. The difference in after
years in intellectual power comes from
the fact that education stops with them
about time it effectively begins with
men. Their pursuits in life do not en
able them afterwards to cultivate
science or literature with much •'dili
gence or success.”
This is a fact clearly stated, but if
Judge Story was living now and should
visit the exposition he would be still
more confirmed in his opinion by wit
nesses what woman in her new sphere
is doing for the world’s progress.
Jefferson was never satisfied vvj
the manner in which his declaratfir^y
indepen lence was hawked mut
ilated. and said “but wlmt^]^, COV jl<j
we except of a body of u£n t h at had
150 lawyers in it whose^ade it is to
question everything^i el( j nothing
and talk by the houf ' j . SL . rV (.d with
General Washington^ the legislature
and with Dr. 1 ranking i n congress and
never heard either uf them speak more
than ten minutes ay a time nor to any
but the main poin|L v hic!i was to decide
the question.” /
Ben Franklin, j^jed to comfort him by
telling how a fr^ n j G f his who sold
hats designed a^iew sign board to be
painted. Ho life wrote it out: “John
Thompson, ha£er, makes and sells hats
for ready money,” a nd had a figure of a
hat subjoined, ]{ e concluded, how
ever, to sujrtt it to his friends. The
first said ifierc was too much hat about
it and tfiade him strike out ‘hatter.’
ThesBext advised him to strike ou l .
for nobody cure l whether he
them or not, so that was stricken
Another told him to strike out “for
ready money, as nobody was selling
goods on a credit, so that mujh was
left out.
The last friend sail: “Well, now,
strike out ’sells h its,’ for nobody
expects you to give them away.” Ho it
finally read: ’‘John Thompson,” with
a figure of a hat added. After the war
with England was over it took a long
time for real peiej to oini. On both
sides there were friends to reward and
enemies to punish. Everything Eng
lish was boycotted and snubbed tint'd
it last th ■ bitterness broke out again In
the war of 181’!. Our north aud south
might take a lesson from this and quit
quarrolingover sectional nutters. The
hostility was so intense that when
George Frederick Cook, the great Eng
lish tragedian. Was invited to eou.e to
Philadelphia to act and was promise]
the patronage of the president and h
cabine’. he scorned it in an insulting n
ply. saying: “No sir, 1 act before kinj •
and queens and nobles. I will not de
grade myself by acting for yankee
doodle.”
One of our nursery rhyme books made
fl change in
‘‘Sin r a sone of six pence
A pochel full of rye.
Four anh twenty blackbirds
Halted in a pie,"
And it was published after this
manner:
‘•When the pie was opened the birds they
were houi/Icss,
Wasent that a pretty dish to set before
congress’:’'
The king - wasent allowed to be in it.
Well, it does take a long time for
national enmity or even sectional en
mity to wear ou .. The only way seems
to be for a new set of children to grow
up and intermarry. Bh.l A up.
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