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JOHN II. SEALS, - Kdltor unit Proprietor.
MRS. MARY K. BRYAN (*) A«»ociate Editor.
A. L. HAMILTON, D.D., - Associate Editor
And Manager of Agencies.
PERSONAL-AN APOLOGY.
To the Public and the Friends of
“The Sunny South.”
“But now he is dead, wherefore should I
fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go
to him, but he shall not return to me.”—David.
Lieut. Got. K. B. Hubbard, mid Texas.—
From the recent beautiful inaugural address of
Gov. Hubbard, of Texas, we make the following
splendid extract setting forth in a nut-shell the
material glories of that great State. He says:
“In this spirit to-day we invite the earnest co
operation of all parties and of all races in our com
mon purpose to develop our resources, build up
the shattered fortunes, reclaim the waste places,
and to prepare the way for the coming of that
[For Tlie Sunny South.]
WOMEN OF THE BIBLE.
REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN.
NO. I MIRIAM.
BY MBS. MADELEINE JOURDAN BRYAN.
The first woman spoken of in the Bible as
having been promoted to high authority, was,
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY. JUNE 24, 1876.
HEW STORIES!
[For The Sunny South.]
PSYCHOLOGY OF ENOCH ARDEN.
SOURCE OF MOTIONS EXTERNAL.
•• Yet since he did but labor for himself.
Work without hope, there was not life in it
Whereby the man could live: and as the year
Kolied itself around again to meet the day
When Enoch tiad returned, a languor came
Upon him, gentle sickness, gradually
Weakening the man. ‘till he'could do no more.
But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed.”
We are told that Archimides said give him a ful
crum for his lever and he would raise the world.
He had no fulcrum and this mundane sphere was
unrocked and unperturbed by his threat. Man
the microcosm is very much in the same category.
BRILLIANT ANNOUNCEMENT!
We have in hand the manuscript of
AVe have buried'our dead, and with period in her history when Texas shall take her while yet tender in years, the instrument under
him our brightest earthly dreams. And P lace P eer - i^ not an 'ong all the sister- of rescu i D g t he infant Moses from the
J hood of states. Our children will live to see that , „ ,, „.f , , . ...
for a time, the blow seemed too crushing day, as their fathers even now catch a glimpse of waters of the ^ lle and tlie hungry jaws ot the
n i , , tt . .its splendid dawning. We have but to be true to devouring crocodile.
for human nature to en tun. Heart and our Yowg U p on her altars, to realize this rich Yes, it was due to womanly ingenuity, ever ^ ^ ,
hands refused to perform their functions, fruition ere this generation is “gathered to their prolific in expedients, that the great law-giver, Give one a fulcrum—a motive ouisidTof self—and
and we could not issue a paper last week, population ’2’ anrfriendTeYs^coSstltu^rhe^ the her ° and de ! iverer> Prevented from fall- the heart can be shaken to its very foundation.
\ r population, poor .inu inenuieas, constituted ner JD vlc t 1I21 to the monstrous edict of the wicked When the tulcrum is removed the agitation ceases.
This apology, we trust, will he sufficient. " 0U:je h 0 W> while to-day nearly two million people The realization of prophecy and the
“ T ife is earnest life is real ” are standing sentinel within her gates. Then she j of tbe j ewish nation M hung'upon the
nite is earnest, me is real, had no commerC e; only now and then some strange
and we have again shouldered our bur- sa il of the sea found its way into her waters. Now
. ... , i , lii, she sends more than six hundred thousand bales
den, and though the heart niaj bleet. at of cotton to the world’s markets, and receives in
every step, the duties of life must be return millions of treasure: she sends wheat and
g £ 0 _ discharged. Inspired by the beautiful
all the other cereals even to Kansas and Missouri
aud the great Northwest, and supplies in her cattle
some of the most intensely thrilling
ries we have yet published, and written tnou g ni tnat a s " eer angei spirit is nov- now cit ; e3 0 f the inland, and marts on the
specially for The Sunny South. The enn S about us an(1 directing our ways, sea, a t whose warves chips of foreign nations ride
Mowing are the tides of some of them : « P“‘ forth new energies and push VS. SSOXS.
forward our beautiful Sunny South till , thousands of miles of railway tonnecting us with
....... j i i distant States; digging ship channels even now to
it attains its destined success. inland ports through which ocean steamships will
We now beg all its friends to co-oper- I come and go. A taxable property of three hundred
millions of value—a right royal heritage of eighty
-V
UNDER A CLOUD;
—OR,—
The Trail of Crime.
BY WALRAVEN,
The Author of the “ Two Orphans," “A Game with
Death,” etc., etc.
jpS~The scene is laid in New York city, and
is based upon the celebrated and mysterious
murder of the wealthy merchant, Nathans. It
is intensely thrilling throughout.
VICTIMS OF HATE;
—OR,—
The MysteriousWill.
BY GEO. H. POWERS,
Author of “ The Mute Banker," “ The Purchased
Bridegroom," etc., etc.
JSS' This is one of the best productions of
this distinguished author.
THE DESERT PRINCE;
—OR,—
The Eagle of the Seas.
ate with us more earnestly than ever in
sustaining and building up the enterprise.
Let all renew who have not done so, and
send in a club or at least one more sub
scriber.
millions of public lauds, with untold mineral
wealth sleeping in their bosom, and a soil as gene
rous as ever rewarded the husbandman for his
toil—with this and pictures such as these of our
real life, why should we, on a day and in a year
like this, not rejoice at the splendid strides we have
glory of the Jewish nation all hung upon
salvation of one single child among the thou
sands who were proscribed and doomed to a
horrible death. Whilst no mention is made of
any parental solicitude or anguish on the part
of Amram, we are told that Jochebed, the devo
ted mother, was taxed to the last degree in en
deavoring to devise means whereby the helpless
infant, around whose future clustered so much
that was grand and glorious, might be preserved.
Concealment was decided upon, and for a few
short months proved effectual; but the rapidly-
increasing growth of the child so threatened his
discovery that the agonized mother constructed
with her hands an ark of bulrushes, in which
she tenderly laid her darling infant, and amid
prayers, tears and entreaties, left him to the
mercy and guidance of Israel’s God. The result
of the launching of that frail life-boat, in which
were concentered interests so stupendous, is too
well known for comment. The strategy of the
devoted mother was adroitly executed by the
cunning and intelligent Miriam, and thus was
restored to the arms of Jochebed the child who
but a short time before had been floating waif-
thus far made, while only yet in the manhood of j [i] ce U p 0n the bosom of tbe Nile, around whose
our years. Such a heritage and such a prospect margin lurked danger in every appalling form,
impose grave responsibilities upon each depart- ; The heroic mother becomes nurse to her own
ment of the government. Material wealth alone j child, and brings him up in the faith of his
| constitutes but a small element of the greatness of j fathers. The mind of Moses became early and
i a State. Let us, therefore, continue to inculcate, j deeply imbued with a sense of the wrongs and
as a government, the widest dissemination of intel- ( oppression which were heaped upon his suffer-
ligence among the people, respect for public and j ing people, and he turned with disgust from the
a horses He ! P r i yate virtue, and faithful obedience to the laws, j splendor of Pharaoh’s court, and refusing to be
' * | The executive, legislative and judicial departments j acknowledged as the son of the King's daughter,
1 wanted my 0 p tbe gt, a t e government are utterly powerless in j turned his hack upon those scenes of gilded
their execution of the laws for the preservation of misery, and became an humble keeper of his
public order and the punishment of crimes unless ] father-in-law’s sheep in Midian. YVe hear noth-
fearlesly supported in their high places. Codes ! more ot Miriam through all the long and
and courts, laws and law-makers, are but things of ! eventful years ot the court-life of Moses, nor
straw before the breath of the mob unless sustained i during his sojourn in Midian; nor is she again
BY COL- PRENTISS INGRAHAM,
Author of “ The Ilival Cousins," “ The Black Flag
Privateer," etc., etc.
,75©" This is a thrilling romance of Morocco
and its waters, and one of the most fascinating
that has yet emanated from the pen of that pop
ular and brilliant writer.
THE MARRIED BELLE;
—OR,—
A Terrible Lesson.
BY DAISY DEAN,
The Author of “ Lily of Los Angeles,’ “Evelyn's
Secret," etc., etc.
This is a brilliant littls romance of the
famous Alleghany Springs, in Virginia.
IMOGEN’S MISTAKE;
—OR,—
FATE OF THE BETRAYER.
JUS'A THRILLING LITTLE STORY.-SS,
Do Something-.—An English servant once sued
an employer for wages due him to the time he quit.
“He sets me such funny jobs,” said the servant,
“such as standing on agate-post to whitewash the
moon with a pot of blacking; at another time,
to fetch a load of clouds to litter tlie
told me the other Sunday, when
dinner, to cut a Bath brick into mutton chops,
and fry them in a four-wheeled wagon at Vish-
uvious. It aint likely that I can do them conjura
tion tricks.” Ridiculous as this appears there is
a moral to be drawn from it. It is—work at
something- “ Better,” said Christina of Sweden,
“to be doing wrong than doing uoihing !” That
goes too far, but the strange queen wanted to ex
press her disgust of sloth in the strongest words.
Whenever business is dull, and hard times come,
many people complain of a want of confidence
complaint be- j of the past, its quarrels and estrangements, we are j enacted; not as the mere adjunct of her broth-
ers, but as their coadjutor in all the measures
which were devised for the distinguished of her
captive people. For the prophet Micah tells us:
“I brought thee up out of the land of Egypt,
and redeemed thee out of the house of servants;
and I sent before thee Moses, Aaron and Miriam. "
Thus we see Miriam was made equal with, and
joint actor in the memorable scenes which
transpired in that great and important crisis
sudden and untimely death of a bright and j greatness makes it hard to connect Him with when, by the command of Moses, the waters of
sweet young girl! And how infinitely is the j homely, every-day matters. We get soine sense ! ! h , e Eed , S f a uplifted themselves and became
shock increased by the thought that in an evil ! of Him in church, or in the prayer-racing, or ! I 1 ' e c jp ,Kta w ) a | s ' " di e , ^ srae s * 10st plunged
1 -,-W. A -CTeiU P*rtad deep, aa-d in safety reached the
,vTnifirE ii. \ Tff. U i destined shore. Pharaoh, repenUng himself of
the weakness which prompted him to grant the
departure of the Jewish people, made haste to
by the virtue and iron heroism of a free people.
In conclusion, my fellow-citizens, I cannot per
mit this occasion to pass away from the memory
of men without invoking a renewed devotion, on
this anniversary year, to our common country,
in the spirit, of patriots and statesmen let us re
member that notwithstanding the bitter memories
more than a want of work. Thii
comes chronic, and those who grumble the most do j still one people, descended from the same great
the least to bring individual confidence up to its j ancestry, speaking the same language and inherit-
health point. Labor, unintermitting and wisely j ing the same love for liberty, and should go for-
directed, is a catholicon for nearly all the ills of | ward, hand in hand, to meet the same glorious
hard times. Work at something, and with a pur- J destiny,
pose, and the crust of business stagnation will soon
introduced until after successive and fearful
miracles wrought by the hands of Moses, and
Aaron, the cruel king, is induced to let Moses
conduct his burdened people from the land of
mourning and bondage.
Coming, now, to the hour of Israel’s deliver
ance, we observe with unfeigned admiration the
conspicuous and important part which Miriam
begin to show signs of breaking.—Ex.
That Young Suicide. —How shocking is the
Walking with God.—The difficulty which
most people have in religion is to bring the
thought of God in their daily lives. His very
moment she ‘mould taks her prscioTtS young"*'
life in her owA hands and terminate it without
leaving behind} a word or the slightest explana
tion for the rash act. That Lillie Harrison was
pure, and pious and good, and the idolized
daughter of affectionate and indulgent parents,
no one for a moment doubts, and why then the
rash act ? Echo only answers, why. But let ns
not seek to investigate the mysterious provi
dences which are continually occurring around
us. We cannot understand them.
The sympathies of all the people have gone
out to the Rev. Dr. Harrison in this sad bereave
ment, and the memorial service in Columbus
was deeply impressive.
Spanish Girls.—Spanish poor girls (and rich
girls also) offer a marked contrast to their Eng
lish sisters—so says a Spanish paper. It is a mat
ter of simple honor with them—brave, loving,
generous, passionate creatures as they are—never,
having once won a man’s heart, to throw it away.
Come what may, your Spanish girl will never
forsake, never betray you ; you have suffered for
her, waited for her; she will suffer for you, will
wait for you; never will she betray you, lie to
you, throw you over, never! And so, the poorest
peasant-girl who has “given her troth” will wait
for years and years, until he who owns and holds
her pledge shall return from the wars.—Temple
Bar.
THE FURLED FLAG.
BY GRACE RAYMOND.
A story of the late war, the scenes laid in
and around Charleston, S. C.
Misplaced Fear.—All languages have a litera
ture of terror about death. But living is far more
terrible in reality than dying. It is life that
foments pride, that inflames vanity, that excites
the passions, that feeds the appetites, that founds
and builds habits, that establishes character, and,
binding up the separate straws of action into one
sheaf, hands it into the future, saying, “ As you
have sowed, so shall ye reap and again, “ As ye
reap, so shall ye sow !” Yet life, which is the
mischief maker, is not at all feared. Death, that
does no harm, and is only the revealer of life’s
work, is feared.—Ex.
we g<l into the Liu}/ w«ftld, where m st of our
life is spent,.God fade* ayay into hebj-en, that
is farther off than the bine sky above ofir heads.
This is a great loss to ns. It is neglect on our
part of our highest opportunity. God walks
with us, in closest nearness, at every moment.
There is in Him, if we could learn to take it, a
provision of helpfulness, of sympathy, of suf
ficiency, for every step in the whole round of
our daily life. The very things that seem insig
nificant and without spiritual meaning, are set
round us by God as part of our education. And
if we habitually recognize his presence in them
all, the incidents of business and our household
care and daily walk ffould become threads of
gold, holding us in the sweetest, noblest friend
ship with our heavenly Father.
Our Mrs. Bryan and the Commencements.
—Our distinguished editress reads a poem this
week at the commencement exercises of the Fur-
low Masonic Female College in Americus. Next
week she reads for the Griffin Female College, and
urgent invitations are pressing her to read in
Newnan and Forsyth. The “dirine afflatus” has
eertainly been vouchsafed to her a natura in an
eminent degree, but we greatly fear that the de
mands upon her Pagaesus will extingnish his
vital spark.
Wild Oats.—“ A young fellow must sow his
wild oats.” In all the wide range of accepted max
ims there is none, take it for all in all, more abom
inable than this one as to the sowing of wild oats.
Look at it on what side you will, and we will defy
you to make any but a devil’s maxim of it. What
a man—be he young, old, or middle-aged—sows,
that, and nothing else, shall he reap. The only
thing to do with wild oats is to put them carefully
into the hottest part of the fire, and get them burnt
to dust, every seed of them. If you sow them,
no matter in what ground,up they will come.—Ex.
BLOODY LINKS;
—OB,—
The Devil’s Chain.
This thrilling temperance story is begun
in this issue.
An Impressive Thought.—We think of the
; earth as the only solid, substantial and abiding
i thing; all else changing, when, in fact, it is
only an egg-shell with a yoke of liquid tire
| seething within. What if there were to be a
! great rift in the crust, and the-ocean let in upon
- the fiery mass ! The generation of steam and
gases would blow this terrestrial bombshell into
millions of fragments in a twinkling, filling the
! surrounding space with new asteroids, just as
we have reason to think we see the seventv or
EDITORIAL MENTION.
Oub popular Mrs. Nora Sneed, of Atlanta, has
gone to Rochester, New York, to spend a few
months.
The nomination by the Republican Conven
tion of Governor Hayes, a Western man, and
General Wheeler, a New York man, was a saga
cious movement.
The gubernatorial excitement in Georgia
pursue and overtake them that he might divide
the spoils. Amid exultant acclamations and the
noise and rush of countless chariots, he, to
gether with his army, pressed into the frightful
chasm made by the upheaved floods, when lo!
the magic rod is waved over the waters, and
with a crash sublimely deafening in its roar
the mighty billows rushed together in frantic
embrace, and Egypt’s proud and cruel despot,
with his royal legions, were overwhelmed be
neath the treacherous waves. In commemoration
of this grand and mighty triumph, Moses,
filled with inspiration, composed a song, which,
for beauty and sublimity of sentiment, has
never been equaled. Miriam, too, full of pro
phetic fire and gratitude, assembled the women
of Israel, who, with “timbrels and dances,”
joined in her chorus to this ode of victory.
This song of Moses and the chorus of Miriam
was composed more than six centuries before
the advent of Homer (the father of poetry), the
blind old bard of Greece, and is therefore the
most ancient poem chronicled. Thus we dis
cover that the second poetical effusion we find
on record was inspired by the genius of Miriam,
the distingbished prophetess, the sweet impro-
visatrice of Israel. It is with pride that we refer
to the intellectual attributes and virtues of this
remarkable woman, who, standing upon the
rocky cliffs of the Red Sea, with Israel’s daugh
ters gathered about her, poured forth in all the
rapture and enthusiasm of her glowing nature
an exultant thanksgiving unto the Lord for his
miraculous deliverance. “Sing ye unto the
Lord ” was the grand refrain of Miriam’s song,
in which countless numbers joined until heaven
and earth rang with the melody of this tri-
uphal chorus. Here amid her grandeur and ex
ultation we fain would leave this maiden proph
etess, but we must be faithful, and proceed to
touch reluctantly upon some points in her char
acter over which we would gladly throw the
vail of oblivion. The wise and eloquent Miriam
had her frailties; she was mortal, and therefore
weak; nor could her commanding genius save
her from falling a victim to the “green-eyed
monster,” or to that fell demon of the soul, am
bition. Her heart had turned to bitterness, and
her murmurings against Moses were sinful and
treasonable, for which Jehovah visited her with
a fearful affliction. She became a leper “white
as snow,” and for seven long, dreary days she
was an outcast from the camp of her people,
who, weary with their wanderings and impatient
of delay, yet awaited uncomplainingly the ex
piration of Ler penance, when sheshould return
to them spotless. Through the intercession of
Every event with which man’s free agency enters
is a proof of this law. The lever in mind which
we denominate susceptibility to motive finds its
fulcrum outside of the possessor. A purely abso
lute selfish action is impossible. Men in this world
to be sure are lovers of self to an alarming extent,
but across their path stands this great law like a
flaming cherubim with his fiery blade to prevent
them going to an extraordinary length in its exer
cise. Complete isolation and life can never be
long coexistent. It is not only •* not good for man
to be alone,” but practically it is impossible. No
machine can run long by its own inertia. It will
stop. The heart cau uo more surmount difficulties
without a motive beyond sell than a man can lift
himself over a fence by the straps of his boots.
Even the worst form of extreme selfishness has an
element that relates to other people. Affectation,
the most disgusting form of egotism aud a species
of pure selfishness, is a compliment to the by-sland
ers. Whilst it exhibits bad judgment as respects
policy, it shows the regard the affected person
bears for the opinion of the spectators.
The ease with which some men overcome losses
and afflictions is to be explained by noticing the
number of points where their hearts touch other
people. Take away their property, they are buoy
ant and active. Love of display financially is gone;
but love of fame, ambition to shine intellectually
and influentially takes possession of them. Destroy
this and the broken capitalist and disappointed
politician recoils within the domestic circle and is
happy. His wife’s eyes ali'ord him light to irradi
ate his beclouded pathway aud warmth to defend
his heart against the chill that would freeze the
current of his soul. Such a man was Mr. Micaw-
ber, in David Copperfield. He was always looking
for something to “ turn up,” and whether it did or
not he touched the world in so many points he
always kept his spirits.
On the other hand the facility with which some
men are completely overwhelmed is explained by
the fact that they have so few motives outside of
self. These few though are most powerful, and
their subjects most generally considered the most
generous of people. Such an one was Enoch Ar
den. He had no motive outside of his wife and
children. His love of Anne was a stream that had
rippled down the flower-garnished, sun-gilded,
and cloud-begirted mountain of boyhood, to the
broad valley of manhood with its glorious sun
shine and misty fogs. It had become a mighty
river. It was obstructed. It broke over the levees
that defended happiness from the distructive tide,
and it flooded life with stagnant pools from which
ascended miasmas of woe. He bore a lonely exile
when a source of motive was yet held out by hope.
He could not live in the home of his childhood
when no motive remained to give him strength.
He could not “linger in the twilight of life with
all of earth,..gone on*, and nothing ty- hoaven Ly
view.”
Wise is the God who by great laws has driven
us to heart commerce with other beings, andplaced
a high tariff on our attempts at exclusive social
protection. This tariff is death.
Poor merchantman who has but one port.
Great may be his profits, sweet may be the friend
ships contracted, and beautiful the associations.
But some day the port will close. Woe to him who
voyages only to the ports of earth. They are tem
porary and afford but decaying wares. Blessed is
he who commerces with heaven. With such
“ No gladlier does the stranded wreck
See through the gray skirts of a lifting squall,
The boat that bears the hope of life approach,
To save the liie despaired of than they see
Death dawning on them and the cloae of all.”
The thither port of life with them is earth; the
hither, heaven.
[For The Sunny South.]
TECUMSEH AS A MASON.
BY DOUGLAS.
The regiment of candidates are j ^ OBes and the mercy of God, Miriam was healed
! of the foul moral and physical leprosy with
waxes hot.
eighty fragments of an exploded world moving marshaling all their strength, and very soon the sbe ba( j been polluted, and again resumed
in their orbits around the sun ! j lucky man will be announced. Delegates from | her place among the leaders of Israel. She was
this county to the nominating Convention will a woman, but was her weakness greater than
be selected on Saturday.
Mystery of Cedar Bay.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
Life and its Ends.—Remember for what pur
pose you were born, and, through the whole of
life, look at its end. Consider, when that comes,
in what you will put your trust. Not in the bub
ble of worldly vanity—it will be broken ; not in
worldly pleasures—they will be gone; not in
great connections—they cannot serve you ; not in
wealth—you cannot carry it with you ; not in
rank—in the grave there is no distinction ; not in
the recollection af a life spent in the riddy con-
ifly f
that of Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived,
who, renouncing God and forgetting whence his
Honors to a Georgia Girl.—At the Com- wisdom and the magnificence with which he
| formity to the silly fashions of a thoughtless and
wicked world ; but in that of a life spent soberly,
fiZS'This is said to be the best story ever j righteously, and wisely in the present world.—Ex.
written by our brilliant editress, whose stories
mencement of Dr. Ward’s Seminary for young
ladies, Nashville, Tennessee, Miss Lura Fielder,
daughter of the Hon. Herbert Fielder, of Cuth-
bert, Georgia, read so well her fine essay on
“Georgia and Tennessee,” that the large and
fashionable audience completely stopped her
reading with applause.
are now attracting more attention than those of
any writer of the day.
B^No “Sunny
issued last week.
South ” was
In the death of James H. Callaway, which oc
curred on Sabbath last, this city and State lost
The Daughter of Horace Greely.—The in- a good and useful man. He was a man of
teresting notes of an “Italian Journey,” in this wealth, and his many deeds of charity to the
issue, are from the pen of one of the distin- poor had endeared him to the people, and his
reward in the hereafter will be rich and bounti
ful. We have in hand a beautiful tribute to his
memory, which will be published in our next
issue.
guished and amiable daughters of the late Hor
ace Greeley, and we return her many warm
thanks for the contribution.
was surrounded came, turned idolator, and fell
down in worship before Ashtoreth and Molech ?
Melrose, Georgia, 1876.
Edgar A. Poe—A Correction.
New York, June 8, 1876.
Editor Sunny South,—J see in a recent issue
one of your correspondents, speaking of Edgar
Poe, says: “His mother-in-law, Mrs. Clemm,
died in great poverty, a few years after his
death.” _ ^ -
If the fact is of any interest to your readers j naturally into the heart of this great Indian,
you may inform them that Mrs. Clemm died an , and made him, the illiterate savage, the brother
inmate of the Church Home, Baltimore, 16th man and the brother Mason to Frederick the
February, 1871. Edgar Poe died in the same ; Great, Napoleon First, and George Washington,
city, 7th October, 1849.
Respectfully, j Blowing is not playing the flute; you must use
Jas. Wood Davidson. ! your fingers.
Masonry, the handmaid of the Christian re
ligion, dwells amongst the wild and inhuman
inhabitants of the woods, as well as in kings’
palaces. She loves to associate with the rudest
men, in their fiercest moods, and soften their
cruel hearts by her magic influence. To them,
her symbolisms and mystical language speak
more eloquently and far more impressively than
the words of any written or spoken tongue.
The Great Spirit and the Great Architect are
revealed as the same, by storms on the moun
tains, the roar of the waters, and the majestic
silence of the forest, tuneful to the sensitive
soul of the child of nature.
To whom has the Masonic virtue of Silence,
the Golden, been more perfectly taught than to
the American Indians? And when that silence
is broken, it is with words few, sententious and
dignified. Never was this laconic eloquence
better illustrated than in Tecumseh’s speech to
Governor Harrison when the interpreter said to
him:
“ Your father requests you to take a chair.”
“My father !” replied Tecumseh, with a look
of scorn. “The sun is my father, and the earth
is my mother, and on her bosom I will repose,”
and he threw himself on the ground.
Or when in battle, the Americans had been
surrounded, and his blood-thirsty warriors were
massacreing them, he mounted a stump, on
hearing the Masonic Cry of Distress, and deliv
ered his briefest and most celebrated speech:
“ Kill no more white men !”
He had been made a Mason some time before
when visiting Philadelphia, and in his noble
heart Masonry found a true home.
Tecumseh was a general in the British army,
and fell at the battle of the Thames, in 1813,
under the hand of Colonel Johnson, of Ken
tucky. He was known as the “Indian Bona
parte.” “ His appearance was always noble,
his form symmetrical, his carriage erect and
lofty, his motions commanding; but under the
excitement of his favorite theme, he became a
new being. His fine countenance lighted up
with a fiery and haughty pride; his form
swelled with emotion; every posture and every
gesture had its eloquent meaning. And then
language, indeed—the impressible outbreaking
of nature—flowed glowing from the passionate
fountain of the soul. As a politician, he was a
Philip; as an orator, a Demosthenes; as a war
rior, a Napoleon; without their intellectual cul
tivation.”
In such souls as that of Tecumseh, Masonry
finds an interpreter; her deep teachings came
bbtinct print