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'Ota 13” Vol. I. TOOMER, WHITE, PLEASANT & C0.,1 Publishers. J 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- ( Price $1 00 a Year, Payable Quarterly in I Advance. Single copies 5 Cts. 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- No. 16
