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Letter from Dr. Turner.
Savannah, Ga., March 14, 1876.
Editor Colored Tribune:
Several exceptions have been taken to
rny position in regard to going to Africa
and establishing a negro nationality,and
thus protecting ourselves from a set of
ravenous white wolves, who are preying
like the vampires of hell upon our peo
ple. I am called a fanatic, a fool, an
aspinhit for royal honors, the would be
king, etc.
But if those stay-bere parties will an
swer me this question, I will surrender
my convictions and join their cavalcade.
That question is this How long can the
negro race last in this country at such a
ratio of murdering as is now in process
of operation in this State? I have just
figured up the reported number of col
ored persons who have been brutally
killed within the last twapty-five days
in this State alone, and find the sum to
be twenty-seven. Some it is said were
convicts who were shot trying to escape
the chain gang; but it is cold blooded
murder, nevertheless, and we are the
dreadful victims.
Now I shall expect these anti-negro
nationality men to put a stop to this
thing, or I shall have to charge them as
accessories to these murders. No white
man has be«n or will be arrested if he
kills forty negroes, (I judge the present
by tire past.) So you anti-emmigration
ists must now come up with your life
preservers, or tell us how long the negro
nice can exist at this rate before he will
become utt< rlv exterminated. The twen
ty-seven murders which has come to say
attention, would possibly be augmented
to thirty-seven it all the facts were
known through the State. I am not com
plaining about it; I use to complain,but
I have quit; it use to be the fault of white
men—but it is now the fault of negro
men. We all know our lives are not
worth a cent, if a negro killer wants if,
still we sav, let us stay hero and take ia
All right gentlemen, if they will spare
me this yeir.they will have to come some
distance to find me next. The only rea
son I am here now is on account of a
few debts hanging over my head. I pray
that God may help me to cancel them
soon, and those who wish to remain can
have my place.
Henby McNiel Turmib.
(From New York Herald,)
BROOKLYN TABERIV AGILE.
Seathing Rebuke of the Leading Wouen in
Washington Society — “Vashti has Lost
her Veil Sermon of Bev. T. De Witt
Talmage. D. D.
The Brooklyn Tabernacle was throng
ed in everv part at the principal service
^fUterday morning. The discourse of
WITH MALICE TOWARD NONE; WITH CHARITY FOR ALL.
Saturday, March 18, 1876.
the pastor, Rev. T. De Witt Talmage,
was again directed to women. The text
was taken from Esther,. 1., 9 and 12 in
clusive, descriptive of “the banquet of
Ahasuerus, wherein the King commands
that the Queen, Vashti, shall be brought
before the multitude of men unveiled.
She refuses, and is thereupon driven
forth in poverty and ruin, to suffer the
scorn of nations and yet to receive the
applause of after generations,who shall
rise up to admire this m irtvr of kingly
insolence. Ah. it was no small woman
to be queen of such realm as Vashti,
said the preacher. When I see a woman
with stont faith in God, putting her loot
upon all meanness and selfishness and
godless service, I say, “That woman is a
queen,” and the ranks of heaven look
over the battlements upon the corona
tion, and whether she came up from
Tn» SHANTY ON THY COMMONS
or the mansion of the fashionable square,
I greet her with the shout, “All hail!
Queen Vashti.” What glory was there
on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or
Elizabeth of England, or Margaret of
ot France, or Catherine of Russia, com
pared with the worth of some of our
Christian mothers, many of them gone
into glory? Or of that woman men
tioned in the Scriptures who put her all
into the Lord's treasury; or of Jephtha’s
daughter, who made a demonstration of
unselfish patriotism; or of Abigail, who
rescued the herds of flocks of her hug
band; or of Ruth, who toiled under a
tropical sun for poor, old, helpless
Naomi; or of Florence Nightingale, who
went at midnight to staunch h a battle
wounds of the Crimea, and hundreds of
women unknown on earth?
Had Vashti appeared before Ahasue
rus and his court on that day with her
face uncovered she would have shocked
all the delicacies of Oriental society, and
the very men who, in their intoxication,
demanded that she come, in their sober
moments would have despised her. God
once in a while does call an Isabella to a
throne, or a Miriam to strike the timbrel
at the front of a host, or a Marie An
toinette to quell a French mob, or a
Deborah to stand at the font of an arm
ed battalion.
WHEN WOMIN ARE CALLED TO SUCH
OUTDOOR WORK
and to such heroic positions God pre
pares them for it. and they have iron in
their soul and fighting in their eye, whirl
winds in their breath and the borrowed
strength of the Lord Omnipotent in their
right arm. They walk through furna
ces as though they were hedges of wild
flowers. But these were the exceptions.
When I see a woman going about her'
daily duty wi’h cheerful dignity, presi
ding at the table with kind and gentle,
but firm discipline, presiding in the nur-
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sery, going out info the world without
any blast of tiumpets, following in the
footsteps of Him who went .about doing
good, I say “^his is Vashti with a veil
on. ’ But when J see a woman with un
blushing bol Iness, loud voiced, with a
tongue of infinate clatter, and clatter
with arrogant looks, passing through
the streets with the step of a walking
beam—[laughter] —
GAYLY ARRAYED TN A VERY
HURRICANE .OF MILLINERY,
I cry ‘out, “Vashti has lost her veil.”
When I see a woman struggling for pol
itical preferment, anxious to harangue
popular assemblies, trying to force her
way up to the ballot box amidst the
blasted masculine demagogues who
stand with swollen fiists and bloodshot
eye and pestiferous breath ro guard the
poll®, going through the lo.derism and
beastliness of popular sovereign!, who
crawl up from the saloons greasy and
fowl and vermin covered, and damned
with every pollution and debauchery,
to decide questions of justice and order
and civilization— when I see such a
woman I say, “Ah, what a pity, Vashti
has lost her veil.” [Applause.]
When I see a woman ot comely fea
tures and of adroitness of intellect, and
endowed with all tlfat the schoolscan do
for one, and of high aocial position, yet
walking, moving in society with a sup
erciliousness and hauteur as though she
would have people know their pl ice, and
an undefined combination of giggle and
strut, endowed with allopathical quan
tities of talk, but only homoeopathical
inSnitesimals of sense, the terror of dry
goods clerks and railroad conductors—
[laughter]—discoverer of significant
meanings in plain conversation, pro
igies of badinage and iuuendo, I say
“Vashti has lost her veil.” When I
see
THE LEADING WOMAN IM WASHING
TON SOCIETY
maintaining her position by gathering
up bribes from the trading pests, run
ning the risk of ruining the reputation
of a husband whose iife had again and
again been imperilled for the govern
ment, and who lived an honorable and
a just and a pure life, and had a conse
crated purpose, yet for the purpose of
keeping up with godless display, risking
all this and standing thus last week,with
both hands full of bribes, in the pree
ence of an astonished United States and
an astonished world, I sav to the Presi
dent, and to the Cabinet, and to *he Sen
ate Chamber, and to the House of Repre
sentatives, “ Look ! look ! Vashti has
lost her veil.”
Tae reverend gentleman next consid
ered the lesson which was to be adduced
from the self sacrifice taught by the text,
wherein the Queen gav up her regal posi
tion rather than be guilty ot an un-
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