The People's party paper. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1891-1898, December 09, 1892, Page 5, Image 5

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iwllg HOW A ROMAN MOTHER LOST HER JEWELS. One hundred years before Christ was bom there lived in the city of Rome a lady named Cornelia. She was the daughter of Scipio, the general who defeated Hannibal. She belonged to a noble family. They had wealth and the highest social standing. Her relatives had held some of the best offices within the gift of the Roman people, and had distinguished them selves very much, both in war and in peace. This lady, Cornelia, married a man named Gracchus. She had many chil dren, who all died early except two boys and a girl. She was left a widow while these children were young. As this story concerns the two boys, I will speak only of them. They were taught in the most careful way. Their mother took the greatest pride in them, and their education and home training was the very best that could be given. To show you what solid sense and true pride this lady had, I will tell you the anecdote which is always thought of in connection with her name. One day a proud Roman lady came to pay Cornelia a visit. The visitor was finely dressed, and wore splendid jewels. She talked a good deal about her finery, and especially bragged on her jewels. Cornelia listened with the good-natured contempt which a sensible person al ways has for a fool. Finally the visitor wanted to know of Cornelia what sort of jewels she had, and asked to see them. Cornelia went out and got her two boys. She led them into the room where the proud lady was. Pointing to them, she said, “These are my jewels.” H istory does not tell us whether the proud lady fainted or not. Iler remarks are not given. In those days the kodak had not been invented, and therefore we don’t know what the expression of her face was. It was probably bilious. The boys continued to grow in strength and size, and learning; and after a while they became men. The older brother was named Tibe rius ; the younger was named Caius. They at once began to perforin the duties of life. They went to the wars and fought bravely. They gained great praise as soldiers. Their names were highly honored. Not only did they serve their country well in war, they also were active sup porters of good government in times of peace. They were both very fine speak ers, and the cause of the helpless and the oppressed found in them earnest ad vocates. They loved justice. They tried to have the right thing done always. The mother, the noble lady Cornelia, was prouder of her boys than ever. Hut the good lady was soon to lose her jewels. She was soon to see both of her sons killed by their own people. How did it happen ? You must remember that the city of Rome, at that time, ruled over the best part of the world, as then known. The Romans were great fighters. They made war upon other towns and cities, and they generally came out on top. Sometimes they had wars that lasted twenty years at a clip. They hardly ever quit until they cleaned up their enemies and took their land. By thisy means the Roman people grew to be the ruling people of the world. Now, it was the law among these Ro mans that the land they took from their enemies should belong to all the Roman people. They had all fought for it, and it was fair that all should enjoy it. You must not suppose that a Roman could not own land as private property. He could. The Romans who had bought lands could hold them just as we do. Nobody could take them away. Nobody ever tried to do so. But the land I am referring to was the public land which the army had taken from the enemy. This was public property. The law said that this public land was to be rented out and the rent paid into the public treasury. By this means the people generally would get Jhe benefit of these public lands. The law also said that no man should use more than 330 acres of this land. Now, all this looks fair. The poor folks helped fight for the land just as the rich ones did ; hence the land ought Io have been just as free to a poor man is to a rich one—provided he paid the rent. But it was not so. The rich were p-eedy for more land. They wanted more wealth and power in their own sands. They wanted to get all the lands io that the few would have great riches vhile the mass of the people were very soor. So they violated the law. and the poor leople could not help themselves. The niblic lands all went into the hands of a lew, and instead of paying rent into the public treasury, as the law commanded, hey built fine houses on it everywhere ind claimed it as their private property. They never had bought it: they had not »aid for it, and they had no right to use t except in small lots and by the pay ment of rent. But they refused to pay iny rent, and instead of using only 330 icres each, the few very rich people took ill the land, and the common folks had iot where to go. Tiiey had to use the ands of these law-breakers and pay the lighest kind of rent for it. Now, when you remember that, under he law, this land was as much the right f poor folks as it was ,of the rich, you an see how hard it was. Therefore, the eople were in a pitiable condition. A ew men, who had taken what did not elong to them, were very wealthy, fhev lived in ease. Thev had no work d do. Tne fat of the land was theirs, ’heir houses were as splendid as Vander- Ut*s. They bathed their delicate bodies PEOPLE’S PARTI PAPER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1892 in marble basins. Tney ate their dainty food to the sound of soft music. They sometimes spent ten thousand dollars on a single meal. They had different places to live at during the different seasons of the year. It was considered in bad taste to live in the same palace all the year. Unless those aristocratic thieves had a “cottage” by the seaside for the sum mer, the other thieves, who had also got ten their wealth by violating the law, would turn up their noses at them as they passed by. Those high-flying ras cals also had slaves by the hundred to wait on them. Some of these slaves were black, but most of them were white. Some of them dressed these refined rob bers ; some cooked, some washed, some harnessed horses, some waited on the table, some furnished the music, some poured the wine, some danced to amuse their lordly masters, and some of them worked in the fields—the very fields which belonged to them, and which their masters had taken away from them. That was hard, was'nt it ? Now, while the few were having such a good time on the money they had made by trampling the law under foot, the great mass of the people could hardly get enough to eat and to wear. Their homes were full of sadness and sickness and suffering. Sometimes they starved to death within a few hundred yards of where the rich law-breakers were having a feast which cost ten thousand dollars — where enough food was wasted and cast away to feed a hundred men. Now, as I have told you, these two brothers both were brave soldiers and had fought for their country in foreign lands. As Tiberius, the elder, was coming home from the wars, he passed through a por tion of the country districts of Rome be fore he reached the city itself. He was shocked to see the sad condition of the farmers and laborers. He did not know it was so bad. He had been living in the city, and city people are slow to believe that country people work hard and yet suffer. Besides, Tiberius was a rich man, and not many rich men take pity on the poor. Most of them seem to think be cause they have a nice time, it is no con cern of theirs how other people live. But Tiberius was a different sort of man. His mother had taught him no bler lessons. She had taught him to love right and to despise wrong. She had taught him to feel for those who unjustly suffered, no matter how poor they were. Besides this, he knew what the law was. He knew that these poor men were in rags because the law had been violated: because the land had been unlawfully monopolized; because a few men, having money on their side, had got control of the many men who had only labor on their side. He saw that the masters had grown wealthy by doing what the law forbade; and that the farmers had be come slaves because they had no leader and no union among themselves, and no way to oppose their oppressors. All these things he thought of as he passed through the country on his way home from the wars. He made up his mind to fight the battle of these people. He knew it would be dangerous as well as doubtful; but to him the word duty was a gospel—to do right his religion. So he publicly announced that the rob bers ought to be made to give up the lands they had taken. He showed that the distress of the people came from bad laws and from the violations of the good laws. He said that the public lands ought to be given back to the people so that all equally could enjoy that which belonged to all. He made no war on the rich. He simply attacked the advantages they had gained by doing wrong. He made no war on private property. He simply claimed that no man should take to him self that which belonged to the public. He believed in equal rights to all and special privileges to none. He thought that every citizen ought to have a fair chance to earn a living and to gain a home. The people were delighted that they had found a leader, but the land-grab" tiers were mad. They were full of malice against Tiberius. They said he was dis turbing the public peace and stirring up strife. They said he was an incendiary and ought to be killed. But he knew he was right, and he would not not turn back. lie gathered the people together and made them a speech. A part of it is still to be seen, as it was put down by the historian. Here it is : “The wild beasts of Italy have their dens and caves, but the brave men who spill their blood in her cause have noth ing left but the light and the air. With out houses, without any settled homes, they wander from place to place with their wives and children. They fight and die in order to advance the wealth and luxury of the great. They are called the masters of the world, while they have not a foot of ground in their possession.” You can fancy how such words, spoken to men who knew them to be true, must have stirred the people. Tiiey arose and followed their leader. After the most bitter contest he car ried the day. His enemies stole the ballot-box and ran off with it, but he pushed right ahead with his plans. He turned out of office one of the rulers who illegally opposed him, carried the question directly to the people, and they sustained him. Under his leadership much of the pub lic land was taken away from the rob bers and given to the people. But the aristocrats hated him most bitterly for what he had done. They said if it had not been for this man the people would have stayed quiet. They said he had arrayed one class against another. They said he had stirred up strife. They said, “Let us kill this man and then ail will be quiet as it once was ; our people will all come together again - the poor man will again believe, just as he once did, that his povery is a blessing which God sent, and that he was created to work for us. This demagogue has got the people to believe they ought to work for themselves. He is a dangerous man ; let us kill him !” So they watched their chance, and they laid their plans. Thus it happened that one day when he was attending a public meeting, his enemies raised a row, started a fight, rushed in on Tiberious, and before his friends could defend, knocked him down and clubbed him to death in the streets. His body was thrown into the river as though he were a dog. Thus Cornelia lost one of her jewels* The younger brother, as I have said, was named Caius. He was nine years younger than Tiberious, and he kept quiet for some time after the murder. But finally he was elected by the peo ple to be one of their rulers. Then he at once took up the same line of reform work which had cost his brother so dearly. Os course he must have known he was running the same risk. No doubt he felt he would lose his life. But to some men duty is so strong a feeling that they fear no loss so much as the loss of self-respect. He met with great success. The peo ple loved him and trusted him. The land-grabbers and usurers and money kings feared him. He passed some good laws. They had for their object the better distribution of wealth nd of po litical power. He ■wanted e plain, common people to have a share in the products of their labor ; and also to have a share in governing the country. One of his favorite ideas was the encouraging of the poor people to buy land and own their homes. He was the promoter of many public works which benefited all the people. He toiled at his public du ties with the greatest zeaJ, giving all his time to the service of those who had elected him. But the classes who had hated Tibe rius, hated Caius. They determined on his ruin. They tried in every way to turn the people against him. They put a movement on foot to do away with the good laws he had passed. The aristo crats did not like to give up their special privileges. So they got together a band of men to kill Caius. He knew his danger but would not show any fear. His wife beg ged him not to go out into the city, and fell down in a swoon when he left her. She never saw him again. The band of murderers were on the hunt for him, and the people deserted him. They had been so scared and de ceived by the aristocrats that they did not lift a finger in defense of the man whose only crime was that he had taken the side of the people against the law breakers. It is said that this cruel desertion hurt him more than the prospetect of death itself, and that he prayed that “the peo ple of Rome, for their ingratitude and base desertion of him, might be slaves forever.” Two of his personal friends died in his defense. After this only one man (a servant) remained with him in his flight. He asked many of his friends to help him out of the way of his enemies ; he begged them to get him a horse that he might escape; but no one did so. He stood alone —only his servant remaining faithful. Then seeing that escape was impossible, he ordered the servant to kill him. The heroic slave did so, and then killed himself. The head of Caius ’was cut off and borne about the city on a pike. His body was thrown into the river. Thus Cornelia lost her other jewel. After it was all over, the people who had so basely deserted their leader felt very mean about it. To show that they really loved their leader who had died for them, they raised marble monuments in honor of the two brothers and made the ground upon which they bad been slain sacred. As each season rolled by the people offered up to t e i in memory of their great work the fiit,u fruits of the harvests. Many came there to pray, for the place was treated as if it were a temple. The death of Caius was a great blow to the cause of the common peeple. They never in after-times got so good a leader, and they never did get their rights under the law. The cause of re form went backward. The wealth of the country all got into the hands of a few. Corruption followed. The liber ties of the people were completely destroyed. The rule of military leaders took the place of the rule of the people as it had been. The common people had no power. The higher class had it all. Had the friends oi Caius stood by him like men it all might have have been different. He might have saved his country. Cornelia, the mother of the mble men, was still alive when her ycungestboy was killed. She bore her troubles grandly. She did not give way to idle grief. She moved away from Rome to Misenum, and her life was full of dig nity and usefulness. She loved to have her friends about her. When her sons •were mentioned she would allude to the places made sacred by their death and say that “they were monuments worthy of them.” So highly was this Roman lady hon ored that kings were glad to be her friends, and one of them, the King of Egypt, asked her hand in marriage. She refused him—like good, sensible woman she was. During their lives the two sons always showed the utmost affection for their mother ; so that when a perfect example of the nobleness of filial love is sought, we name “the Gracchii.” The two boys, about whom I have told you, are better known by that name than any other. Had they chosen tne usua life of wealthy laziness they would have lived a few more years, without usefulness and without honor. They would have then died and been buried and forgot ten —like so many of their class. But they gave themselves up to duty. They were made the lot of many poor people happier. After all, is not that the grand way to live ? Many a Roman girl who brought fruits and flowers to the sacred places where they fell, blessed them with her pure lips and said, “Had it not been for these brave men I would not have a home.” Many a Roman boy who paused in rever ence before the monuments said, “Had it not been for those men I would have been a beggar, as my father ones was.” Many a patriot in that land and in other lands, during all the years from then until now, has read the story of their work, and their toil, and their heroism, and has said. “Had it not been for these champions of the right, many a glorious battle for freedom which has been fought and won would never have been fought at all.” Tyrants have always hated and feared the name of Gracchus. The people, the plain common people, have always hon ored and loved it. Their example has been a precious legacy to their fellow men. It showed the world how grand a thing it was to die for what was right. It has been the pioneer in many a con test for freedom. It lives, and will always live, on the lips of the orator and in the thoughts of the statesman. It lives, and will always live, in poetry and song. And always, and everywhere, history is proud of these boys, as their mother was; and she shames into silence the silly braggart of worthless tinsel by leading forth the lives of these heroes upon her glowing pages and saying, “These are my jewels.” T. E. W. THE UNDER-TOW. You hadn’t ought to blame a man fer things he hasn't done, Fer books he hasn’t written, or fer fights he hasn’t won. The waters may look placid on the sur face all aroun’ An’ yet there may be an under-tow a keepin’ of him down. Since the days of Eve an’ Adam, when the fight of life began, It ain’t been safe, my brethren, fer to lightly judge a man ; He may be tryin’ faithful fer to make his life a go, An’ yet his feet get tangled in the tie tch erous under-tow. He may not lack in learnin’ an’ he may not want fer brains ; He may be always workin’ with the patientest of pains, An’yet go unrewarded, and, my friends, how can we know What bights he might have climbed to but fer the under-tow ? You’ve heard the Yankee story of the hen’s nests with a hole, An’ how the hen kept lay in’ eggs with all her might an’ soul, An’ never got a gettin’—not a single egg, I trow ! That hen was simply kickin’ 'gin a hid den under-tow. There’s holes in lots of hen’s nests, an’ you’ve got to peep below To see the eggs a-rollin’ where they hadn’t ought to go. Don’t blame a man fer failin’ to achieve a laurel crown Until you're sure the under-tow ain’t draggin’ of him down. The Best Blood Remedy. J. W. Messer, Howell’s Cross Roads, Cherokee county, Georgia, writes: “I was afflicted with chronic sores nine years, and had tried many medicines and they did me no good. I then tried B. B. B. It cured me sound and well.” See ad vertisement elsewhere. A Tribute to Tennyson. The beautiful pall sent by the Kes wick School of Art for Lord Tennyson’s coffin was a two day's labor of love by five workers, including Mrs. Rawusby, the vicar’s wife and head of the school, the designer of the pall, her husband having been the son of one of Tenny son’s oldest friends, by whom and from whose house Tennyson was married. The whole ground of handwoven, un bleached Ruskin linen was covered with trails of English wild roses, worked in natural colors, emblematical of the poet’s love of his own England, while the blossoms and buds, forty-two in number, symbolized the years of his laureateship. Upon a scroll in the center were embroidered in gold thread, shaded with a deep brown silk, the last four lines of tho poem, “Crossing the Bar.” Above this, in shades of green, was worked a laurel wreath, bearing berries, and below a baron’s pall coronet and the initials “A. T.” in gold. The pall was white silk.—London Letter. An Entering Wedge. The admission of Miss Ruth Gentry, an American girl, to that fortress of learning, the University of Berlin, which has hitherto been impregnable to the assaults of women, is most signifi cant. Although Miss Gentry goes into the grim pile as a “fyearer” only, it is the thin edge of the wedge and may prove an opening, as did tho “letting in a little way” a few years ago of one per severing woman into the Institute of Technology at Boston. Miss Gentry holds a fellowship from the Society of Collegiate Alumnae, and is undoubtedly a most fit and worthy young woman to be the pioneer of her sex in this new and difficult field. w At the university at Leipsic twenty-two young women are re gularly enrolled students.—New York Times. A Policy for Woman Voters. One thing is clear. WOman suffrag ists should preserve toward political par ties the same attitude which the parties hold toward woman suffrage. If in any state, as in Wyoming, one party espouses suffrage with sufficient power to make its action effective, that party should then and there have our support. But, as a rule it is the man, not the party, whom we should favor or oppose. His views on woman suffrage and not his po litical affiliations are the important point. —Woman's Journal. Women at Old Yale. Twenty-one women are registered as Yale students in the post graduate courses, under the arrangement which this fall threw those courses open to graduates of any college, regardless of sex. Os the twenty-one six were gradu ated from Vassar, three from Wellesley and two from Smith. Two have the de gree of A. M. and one of Ph. D.—New Haven Letter. The Women of Wyoming. In my father’s house sisters were just as good as brothers. Ever since I have been waiting and hoping to see the same principle established in the nation. At last I have been cheered by seeing one state in the west where brothers .and sis ters have equal rights. The finest of monuments will some day be raised to the men of Wyoming.—Rev. Daniel Whitnev. FOR LITTLE FOLKS. A Parlor Elephant. Everybody loves the long winter even ings, when the members of the family gather around the sitting room fire and stories or games are always ■welcomed with joy by the young ones. * But after all some of the ingenious methods for home entertainment of the children that grown folks of the present day recall with great pleasure are difii- fU X \ WF" v u- p V /// \\ r \ cult to excel, particularly if the para phernalia required is not very extensive, and hence is at everybody's command. The elephant impersonation is very simple and affords considerable amuse ment. Two gentlemen wearing rubbers place themselves in the position represented, while the foremost one holds something in his hands. This is a gray shawl or table cover, rolled up to represent the elephant’s trunk, which the performer swings about to produce a lifelike ef fect. All that now remains to be done is to produce a gray blanket and spread it over the united operators, fastening two pieces of round paper with black / j dots on them, in the proper places, for eyes, and a couple of rags or old mittens for ears. The elephant is now complete, save the tusks. These can be made out of twisted white paper, pinned to the in side of the blanket, and then you have a first rate elephant for a Christmas party. —Washington Star. Chinese Babies. When a Chinese baby is a month old it is given a name. Its head is also shaved for the first time—a ceremony which is called “munefut” and is made the occasion of great rejoicing in rich families. All members of the family are present in their holiday attire and the baby to be shaved is clad in a light red garment. The hair that is removed is wrapped in paper and carefully preserved. After the barber has performed his task an aged man —who is hired for this purpose and receives a small compensation—lays his hands upon the head of the little one and exclaims, “Long may you live!” Those present thereupon sit down to a great feast, of which even the little hero of the day receives his share in the shape of a tiny piece of the rice flour cake which was donah y his grandmother. All who have m presents of cloth ing, bracelets, etc., to the child since its birth are invited to this repast. On this day the infant is also pre sented with a red bed, a low chair of the same color and a cap upon which either golden, silver or copper ornaments rep resenting Buddha or eight cherubs, or written characters (that signify old age and riches) are placed. Before the child is put into the new bed, however, the father consults a calendar and selects a lucky day.—St. Louis Republic. She Wrote to the President. One little miss in this city wrote to the chief magistrate stating that het papa, lately deceased, was a member of bis old regiment and asking if Mr. Har rison remembered his name and could give any account of the dead soldier’s record. The president's private secre tary replied to the effect that an answer would arrive in due time, and sure enough it came. The letter stated that its writer remembered well the soldier in question and gave some details of his military career until then unknown to the epistle’s youthful recipient.—Phila delphia Pr - js. How Could He Forget? The little girl ran flying down the front steps and called out with agonizing cry: “Papa! Papa!” Papa had started down town. He stopped and waited. “What is it, Bessie?” “I want to kiss you goodby/’ “Well, dear, why don’t you kiss me?” “I will,” said the little girl with trem bling lip and quivering chin, “as soon as I can make the pucker!”—Exchange. Names of Indian Children. Indian boys have queer names. Until they are grown up into boyhood and can handle a bow and arrow they are called after their father." Little girls are named after their mother. An Indian girl will be, perhaps, “Short Face Papoose,” “Crook Pipe Papoose.” “Crow Woman Papoose,” or “Piping Woman Papoose.” A boy will be called for his father, “Little Young Bear,” “Little White Skunk,” “Little Red Calf,” or “Little Hard Case.” —New York Recorder. A Youthful Heroine. Little Mamie Corrigan, who is about ten years of age, is a weak, pale little child, who earns a living for herself and mother by working in a store. She left school in order to support her mother, who is an invalid. Not only this, but the child works at night, sweeping, sewing, wash ing and ironing, and never complains in the least. It is from such material that martyrs like Joan d’Arc are made.— Cor. 'New York World. TO FRIENDS OF THE CAUSE. The newspaper is as necessary to the success of a political party as ammuni tion to an army. When you build up a paper you build up the party whose prin ciples it advocates. •The way to build up a paper is to send in your own subscription and get your neighbors to subscribe. Can’t the readers of the People’s Party Paper send us the names of five thousand subscribers between this date and the end of the ear ? You can if you will—will you? Two Ways of Taming Horses. What is announced as being a trial of the relative merits as horse tamers of Leon, of Australia, and Sample, of Amer ica, was commenced in the theater adjoin ing the Westminster aquarium the other evening. A committee of between forty and fifty gentlemen, including military men, veterinary surgeons and others, has been formed to supervise the affair, and it is intended to award the winner a prize of £IOO. A number of intracta ble and vicious horses, or horses suffer ing from other defects of temper, will be submitted to the rival tamers, and the committee will decide as to which, in the -words of Professor Atkinson, most nearly conforms to the require! ments of simplicity, humanity and prac ticability. Owing to various causes last night’s demonstration was of a rather restricted character. Each man “handled,” as the term is, two horses, and with, from his own point of view, success. Leon’s system of “tam ing,” as is perhaps generally known, consists in the subjection of the animal to bo operated on by an ingenious and most effective arrangement of bits, gags and cords, while Sample, after securely boxing up his patient, brings him into close proximity with a steam engine, and having familiarized him with its noises while under restraint, afterward drives him right up to it. Both men gave demonstrations of their respective methods with a fair amount of success, and it is understood the committee will award points nightly and give their de cision at the end of the fortnight.—Lon don Telegraph. OFFER TO CHRONIC INVALIDS. After twenty years practice I am con vinced that every disease is caused and. continued by its own Germ, or Microbe. Any person who has been in ill health for three months or longer, can send me history of their case, with ONE DOLLAR and receive a trial package making two gallons of medicine. This is my own preparetion, basid upon the Germ Theory of Disease, and s not a patent medicine. If no benefit received the money will be returned to you. I refer to any clergy man in Atlanta, or to the editor of this paper. J. W. STONE, M. D., (Late Dean of the Woman’s Medical College of Georgia) We knew Dr. Stone; he will do exactly as he agrees.—Editor. SI,OOO In Premiums. Through the generosity of H. W. 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