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MIK PACES.
Will My ere fe still very much at
large
Tom Watson is a very picturesque
politician.
Georgia will be well represented at
Chicago.
After all £ome is the liveliest eity
in Georgia.
The calamity howler is becoming a
back number.
Our manufacturing industries con
tinue to -develop.
Georgia ie in prime condition for a
campaign of hog and hominy.
We cannot expect to be happy
unless we endeavor to do right.
A Maine statesman has reached
the age of 94 and still wants office.
Poor old Mrs. Nobles has been sen
tenced to hang. Hers is a pitiable
plight
The convention is over. Now let
every democrat in Georgia do his
duty.
The last few days have been as
warm as the most cold blooded mortal
could desire
Do not mourn over what might
have been but try to make the most
of what is.
Small pox and yellow fever are
adding devastation to the Cuban hor
rors of war. 1
There were 33,469,600 barrels of
beer made last year and still people
complain of thirst.
Waycross is to have a baby show
July 4 Editor Sweat will be strictly
in it on that occasion.
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Brantley is a man of much promise
b it he will hardly be able to succeed
Turner except in name.
The Spaniards do not like Gen.
Fitzhugh Lee. He is not their style
of man by any means.
Cuba has cost Spain nearly $20,000,-
000 in the last six months and the end
has not been reached yet. Evidently
Spain would be better off financially
without that costly piece of property.
THE ROAD TO SUCCESS.
Never in the history of the world
have there been such splendid oppor
tunities for success as exist today.
The young man who makes up his
mind to win can do so if he will but be
true to himself and diligent in the dis
charge of his duties. It makes no
matter what hie calling or profession
may be he can succeed if he will be
industrious and make the most of his
opportunities.
This is the golden age of time and
we ought all to be thankful that we
are permitted to enjoy life under such
auspicious environments. The chronic
complainer who looks at life from the
standpoint of the cynic is necessarily
unhappy. There is no reason for
such pessimism where the world is so
full of progress. Our advantages are
really so multitudious that we cannot
properly appreciate them.
The printing presses are turning out
books and periodicals by the thousand
and schools and churches are better
supported than ever [before. Ignor
ance and illiteracy are disappearing
and culture and refinement are be
coming universal The people of the
United States enjoy exceptionable
privileges in these lines, art and
science furnishing so many things
that go to make life enjoyable.
But men must work if they would
win. There is no royal road to success.
Work is ennobling and healthy.
Mental and physical activity tend to
elevate mankind. Indolence is pro
ductive of viciousness. The man who
works is the happy man for he is ful
filling the mission for which God
intended him. It is a glorious thing
to succeed in one’s calling, no matter
how humble it may be.
THE CUBAN CONDITION.
It is enough to arouse the indigna
tion of civilized humanity the world
over to contemplate the atrocities of
the brutal Spaniards in Cuba. To
think of the abominable conduct of
that bloodthirsty soldiery is enough
to make all true and just minded men
sick at heart. It is to be hoped that
Gen. Fitzhugh Lee will be able to
stir up the loftier sentiments of the
American people.
He is a man well fitted by nature
and training for the position of great
responsibility to which he has been
appointed. The eyes of the whole
people are upon him and we feel that
he will acquit himself with honor and
ability in the work of protecting
American interests there and in get
ting at a true statement of the facts
in the case. Weyler will not be able
to bulldoze him.
The groans of that oppressed people
have appealed to all nations and but
for the niceties of selfish diplomacy
they would long since have been rec
o’nized as belligerents and put on a
footing of equality with other nations.
We hope to see the day when mon
archical rule will be forever at an end
in the Western hemisphere.
Spain is bankrupt financially and
the very synonym of misrule politi
cally and her position is exceedingly
paradoxical in the attitude of tyran
nizing over the proud and struggling
patriots of the Queen of the Antilles.
If the president of the United States
could bring himself to render the
Cubans proper recognition it would
be the crowning glory of his career.
SOUTHERN RAILROADS.
The increase of railroad mileage
in the South in the last twenty years
has been something remarkable.
Texas leads the list with 7,800 miles
and Georgia comes next with 3,000.
In 1870 there was only one state,
Georgia, with over 2,000 miles and the
total mileage only amounted to 1685
whereas it now foots up 9440 miles.
The State of Georgia has been com
pletely covered by the great lines of
railway and there are a number of
charters in existence now that will
develop into roads so soon as times
get a little better and money begins
to circulate. Towns that twenty
years ago were insignificent villages
have become almost metropolitan
through the work of railroads.
Travel and transportation have
become so cheap and rapid that peo
ple have little trouble in securing all
the conveniences of life. The great
trade centers are brought within a
few hours of the rural districts and
the railroad systems have become
large factors in the dissemination of
enlightenment and general knowledge
among the masses of humanity.
The electric railway is accomplish
ing wonders in and around the big
cities. It appears now as if the trolley
cars were going to come more and
more into use aud sooner or later the
big lines of railroad will adopt the
electric motive power which is super
eeding steam to such an extent. The
electric lines are especially popular in
the big cities of Georgia.
FALL INTO LINE.
The great thing to do now is to fall
into line and get ourselves into shape
for the fall campaign. We are going
to have no picnic with populism aud
TH*; Home tribune, sU&6ay, junk 28, iB»6.
republicanism rampant. We need to
get down to business and put in our
hardest licks during the next few
momhs It will not do to rest on our
oars now that we have the work laid
out.
We can whip the fight by sticking
close together but that is the only way
to do it. The State convention has
cut out our work and by acting in
perfect harmony and accord we can
do a great deal toward assisting in
carrying the country for democracy
in November. Every little helps and
enthusiasm is infectious and encour
aging to the weak kneed and waver
ing.
Men in other states that are not so
safe and sure as Georgia, will profit
bv our example and nerve themselves
to higher efforts in the coming cam
paign. It is going to be a hard one
to win and we will haye need of all
our forces and energies before it is
ended. Let there be no wrangling
among democrats in Georgia and let
the majority rule.
Those who differ with the majority
on the financial question must bury
their differences and lose sight of
everything but democratic success.
It is a doctrine that is eternal and
imperishable and gives us the best
government that we can secure in this
world. Let it be perpetuated in the
hearts and minds of Georgians for
ever.
OUR GREAT STATE.
Great is Georgia, the Empire State
of the South, and there is none like
her. There never has been such in
stitutions of government as we
possess. Our laws were modelled
after the English with all their faults
eliminated and the statutes mod
ernized and improved until they are
about as near perfect as human in
genuity can devise.
It is with pride that we are able to
point to our successful institutions
and our happy, prosperous and con
tented people. Our law makers were
born statesmen and the constitution
of our government contains the ac
cumulated wisdom of many centuries
of thought. It would be hard to im
prove our condition in that respect.
It is a good thing, a glorious thing,
to feel that we are free to enjoy all
the blessings that a wise and bene
ficent Creator has provided for us and
that we are at liberty to do as we
choose so long as we do not infringe
upon the rights of others. We should
guard and cherish these liberties of
ours as a previous legacy for they
came to us through the best blood of
our brave ancestors.
It should be a source of exultant
pride to any man to be able to say
that he is a Georgian. So long as we
keep our traditions intact and permit
no interlopers to disturb the serenity
of our institutions, we are safe and
can boast of the greatest and best
regulated republic that the world
ever saw, the sovereign state of
Georgia. __________
THE TIME TO ADVERTISE.
Now is the accepted time to adver
tise. When the dull days of summer
come then is the time to set forth your
bargains in the most captivating
style. Now is the time to put your
name and bargains before the public
in proper shape and The Tribune is
one of the finest mediums for doing
this in existence.
Do not allow the public to fall into
the idea that you have shut up shop
because of the dull times. Keep up
the interest in business by investing
every dollar that you can spare in
healthy advertising. In these latter
days of the nineteenth century there
is no success achieved without active
advertising. It is absolutely essential
and must be done persistently.
The intermittent advertiser is not
the successful man because he keeps
the public in a condition of uncer
tainty as to what he is doing. The
successful merchant keeps his name
and business always prominently be
fore the people and so does the popu
lar professional man. These are facts
that are irrefutable. You must con
sult the public taste in this as in
other matters.
Life is full of happy illustrations of
the value of newspaper publicity to
the individual and community, for
where the merchants of a place ad
vertise liberally it gives that locality
a good name elsewhere. The success
ful man is the man who advertises in
an intelligent and attractive manner
and who eternally keeps it up.
Let the democrats quit wrangling
and go to work to win. They have a
fair field in which to operate.
The Sigua Iron Works, capitalized
at $5,000,000 to operate iron mines in
Cuba, has gone into the hands of a
receiver.
The unrestricted interchange of
ideas, with a congenial spirit, is one
of the happiest things known to the
human heart.
It would be a good idea to celebrate
the Fourth in grand style in Rome. A
number of cities and towns in the
state are preparing to celebrate the
day in the regular old time democratic
fashion.
I Love You.
“I love you!”
This sweet, simple phrase
The purest gem of earth contains,
Not all the great world’s meed of praise
Bnch perfect happiness conveys
Or lingers long in after days,
When little else of joy remains.
“I love you!”
All sufficient this
To bind the heart in chains of gold;
Like young affection’s first warm kiss,
The soul desires no higher bliss,
The book of life—no leaf amiss—
And not a sentence left untold.
“I love you!”
Swift have sped the yoars -
Since, like the south-wind breathing low,
That soft voice on my raptured ears
Fell like the gentle sighs one hears
When dew-drops fall like happy tears
Beneath the snnset’s dying glow.
“I love you!”
Oh, the blessed tbonght
That one true heart is all my own;
And nearer earth to heaven is brought,
While in tile soul what wonders wrought!
▲ thousand glories new are taught,
And hopes unfold before unknown.
“I love you!”
As the sunbeams burst
Through clouds that shroud the sullen skies
A star when storms are raging worst—
Soft rain to burning lips that thirst—
So comes this holiest bliss uncursed,
A sacred joy that never dies.
“I love You!”
All that grieves and harms
Is driven from out the throbbing heart,
Abides a soothing peace that charms
All cares and sorrows* wild alarms,
And in those close entwining arms
Content is found, and perfect rest.
—Montgomery M. Folsom.
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The Great Commoner.
One sweet spring day I stood upon
the ground made sacred by the foot
steps of one who was greater than his
time. •
As I walked these ancient streets, coa
val with the time of the revolutionists,
and thought of him that is far away,
my soul went out in thankfulness that I
am left to pay my mite of tribute to
“the great commoner.”
And the words of one inspired poet
came hack to me with double signifi
cance, as I paced those deserted walks
and thought of his unrecognition.
“Come, oh thou tJaveler unknown,
Whom still I hold but cannst see;
Mv company has gone before,
And 1 am left alone with thee.”
Such was Alexander H. Stephens, the
genius of the second revolution, and
whose greatness was but half appreciat
ed and whose to the world history may
possibly unfold.
Getting off the train I threaded the
olden streets of Crawfordville uuguided.
I saw the mass and the lichen on the
stones of residences and business houses
of bygone days, and each and every one
was eloquent with the mystic lore of by
gone days.
i I thought how “Little Aleck” and
“Mars Boh” had trod those self-same
1 sidewalks and looked upon those verita
ble scenes when their gloom and their
glory foreboded the future of their lives.
When I sought the old courthouse
where their voices were uplifted in pro
secution or defense of that which either
claimed to be right and just. In those
days there were giants!
The saying was never nearer made
good than in the records of their remark
able lives.
The old courthouse stands today a
monument to the pioneer builders.
It is a small, square, red building,
the bricks of which were moulded in a
home-made brick yard. The story is
verified in the half obliterated lettering
on the homely front—
: 1828 :
Just to think what scenes that old
structure has witnessed!
Ascending to the second story, I asked
a lawyer, busy at his desk:
“Which was Stephens’ old office?”
‘ ‘Pardon me, sir, but I am very busy.
Come back this afternoon and 1 will
take pleasure in showing you through
the building. ”
That was practicable business.
I was in search of impracticable mem
ories.
In the corner of that self-same build
ing, the commoner had his office.
It is occupied by the ordinary now.
Well, sometimes ordinary thingsap
pear extraordinary to the eyes of those
who look beyond.
At the little window in the hallway
adjoining this office—l did not get a
chance to enter—l stood and looked out
over an autumn scene of surprising sog
gestit’eness. In the foreground a largo
red oak, riven and blasted by the storms
of passing years—to the left an ancient
post oak, below the medium in height—
afar, beyond all the highest, bleakest,
most uncompromising point in view,
the birthplace of Stephens, the greatest
of heroes, the smallest of mortals.
From that spot he went, forth from the
pathos of poverty to be the ruler of the
proudest republic that the world .has
ever known.
So mote it be!
He walked forth from that poverty
painted homestead, in the garb of a
cracker boy and a liliputian physically.
He came back a full grown man intel
lectually, but, s> far as physical make
up was concerned, a liliput still
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Bat in the strength of his heart and
soul he outstripped all competitors and
demanded renown rather than ask for
recognizance.
His name went abroad over the face
of the earth as the brightest of the bril
liant, the bravest of the brave.
His contemporaries—men who thought
themselves gifted with superior mental
gifts, and endowed with more accepta
ble physical attributes.
And they went down. Before the
sword of his logic and the fire of his
reason, men who thought themselves
greater physically, intellectually and
anything but morally—went down,
down, down, to the grave.
“Sans pcur et sans reproche!” .
That was the motto of the celebrated
chevalier.
But thing of Stephens. Compare him
with all the historsc figures', comporane
ous or gone before.
Is there a chance for a comparison?
Let mA whisper a w ord in yonr ear,
oh public!
Here was a man who sought only the
good of his fellows.
Irritable?
His irritabi ity had its fountain head
in physical complaints, and the volume
was increased by the impurities that
daily flowed into that currant from men
whose motives were apparently good,
but whose impurities jarred against his
purity.
Did he love?
You mean as love of carnal pleasures
go? I doubt it.
Incapable?
Yes, to that extent that soul can rea
son, and a heart overflowing with hu
man kindness can appreciate.
Suppose he loved some one, dearer to
his lofty spirit than the earth, the heav
ens and the regions beyond.
It was but another divine characteris
tic of that immortal spirit to worship at
a distance, and to command and to con
quer the nearer and more controllable
fancies of life.
1 made a little pilgrimage to Liberty
hall.
1 raised my hat as 1 entered the worn
iron gate
Buried in thought I appcrached the
entrance, and asweec woman c inducted
me through the building.
Have you evet seen it?
A great rambling two-story building,
with rooms, ante rooms, and outhouses
innumerable.
Because he was of small stature, this
intellectual giant bailded himself a great
house.
i He had a place for the distinguished
j guest, where wine ran freely as from
the wine press, and hospitality shed its
generous light over all.
Then he had a place of quiet and calm
a repose for the wayfarer, sore of heart,
. scant cf clothes, foot sore and weary.
But in his own little bedroom, what
did I find?
t The trophies and the mementoes of
1 victory and appreciative hearts?
No, only the little, old table with its
drop light, whose last beam faded when
his soul sought communion with the
9 greater stars; portraits of himself, Bob
s Toombs, a sweet womanly face whose
3 story is forgotten, a picture of Daniel
, Websteraddressing the United States
1 st nate on the great compromise question
. and some masks of forgotten deities that
no one can interpret.
But the sweet face of that calm-eyed
, woman was a key to a love dream that I
1 would like to make clear.
Nevertheless
i Requiescat en paceur!
“Out there is his grave,” said the
kindfaced lady.
“Where is his library?” I asked curi
’ ously.
‘ ‘Scattered to the four winds of heav- >
9 en?’ ’ she replied, • ‘but all this hall and
all this back room wero filled with books-
I saw them myself, and when somebody
. told me that Mr: Stephens had read all
1 of them, I couldn’t help but laugh at (
s such a notion. He was a great man, ’
t but such a thing as that was impossi
, ble.”
“Why/do you think so?”
> “Just because all these shelves were
s full from top to bottom; the ball, the
back room in his library, and his own
room. Nobody could have done it.”
I walked down the paved drive, bor
s dered by grey-headed china trees, in the
sear and yellow leaf, and I discerned a
lowly square, surrounded by an iron
paling.
No mound covers the grave of the
“Great Commoner.”
And yet far sweeter to me than that
> was a cluster of sweet violets that strug
gled for existence on the barren spot.
One blue-eyed blossom, like the spirit
of some lost love peeped upward with
the gentle dews of morning in its half ,
’ famished eyes.
“I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one.
3 “To pine on the stem'” 1 murmured
unconsciously, and I reached over and
plucked from its hallowed bed rhe deli
r cate flower. The spirit of the vandal
was not upon me. But instead, I re
member a bunch of those self-same flow-
1 ers from another source, and I knew
that the generous o»>e would approve if
, 1 added.'
. ’‘Since the lonely are sleeping*,
I (Jo s lumber with them ”
M. M. F.
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' Let every democrat, matter what J
• I his views or preferences may be, make I
s up hie mind to fight the battles of I
democracy inside the ranks. The
, man who deserts h’s party at a crisis
’ like this, deserves to be ignored in
6 the time of our triumph which must .*
come, sooner or later.