Newspaper Page Text
KATES OF SUBSCRIPTION".
One c 'lo' ®c year, f2 00
One copy six months. l 00
on ; copy three months, 50
CLUB RATES.
Five copies one year, * 8 75
Ten copies one year, 15 00
Twenty copies one year, 25 oo
Hfty copies one year, 50 00
To ho paid for invariably in advance.
All orders for the paper must lie addressed to
THE FREE PRESS,
Cartcrsville, Ga.
PIIOF ess sonar CAB l>s.
WALTER M. HYALS,
V V C) TC. N" K Y - A. r -LA AV,
CAHTERSVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts in North Geor
g Office with Neel, Cornier A Noel. jmlyM-tt,
A. M. FOUTK,
A. r r TORN IS Y- -A. r r -LA "W ,
i ARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA.
1 >K< )M l’T ATTENTION GIVEN TO ALL
1 business entrusted to rne. Collections and
commercial law a specialty.
office, corner Main and Erwin streets, up
stairs over B. F. Godfrey’s store.
K. P. ailA.lt AM. ▼. 34, GRAHAM.
GRAHAM & GRAHAM,
Attorneys, Solicitors and Counselors at
Law,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.
/\ | fh E IN TIIE COURT MOUSE. WILL
t ) practice in all the courts of Bartow county,
iin- superior courts of northwestern Georgia, and
c supreme and Federal courts at Atlanta, Ga.
anil
M. SEOITAKO BROWNE, M. !>.,
jLate of the flrin of l)rs. Browne & Istunasl, Mt.
Olivet, Ky.]
Physician, Surgeon, Obstetrician and Gynecologist,
Cassville, Georgia.
N. B.—Special attention given to Surgery in
bI its braches. ofIMM-n
SIIELBV ATT A WAY,
/V r OR.N K Y -A. r r - I. a. xv,
WILL PRACTICE IN ALL THE COURTS
of North Georgia.
L Sf Oiliee with Col. M. It. Stausell, Bank
Block.
GEORGE S. JOHNSON,
A. rL’ OItNEY - A r r -liA W ,
CARTEItSVILLE, GA.
OFFICE, AVestSide, Public Square.
Will practice in till the Courts.
It. VV. MURPHEY,
attorn e y-at - law,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.
jFFK F , up-stairs) in the briek building, cor
ner < i Mam & Erwin streets. julylS.
J. 31. NKKi,. J. J. CONNER. W. J. NEEL.
NEEL, CONNER & NEEL,
A ’JU - Oit NFYS-A 'JO -laA. AV
CARTEItSVILLE, GA.
\iriLL PRACTICE IN ALL THE COURTS
VV of this state. Litigated cases made a
penalty. Prompt uttentiou.giveu to all business
entrusted to us.
Oiliee in northeast corner of courthouse. feb9
M. L. JOHNSON,
A 'V J' O it N E Y - A X - LAW
t;ARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA.
Ofliec in the brick house next to Roberts’
.very stables. Hours from B>£ a. m. to 4> 3 ' p. in.
business poomptly attended to.
apr29
T. W. MILNER. j. w. HARRIS, Jit.
MILNER & HARRIS,
ATO it IST KY S- A T -la AW ,
CARTEItSVILLE, GA.
Oiliee on West Main Street. julylS
JOHN H. WIKI.K. DO Uf.ASS WIKLK.
WIKLB & WIKLE,
A. r L' r L' OJtN Hi Y B-A T-L. A\V ,
CARTEItSVILLE, GA.
Office in court house. Douglas Wikle will give
Bpecial attention to collections. I‘cb24 j
ALBERT S. JOHNSON,
A T T O Ii NEY-A r J?-LA W ,
CARTEItSVILLE, GA.
OFFICE : WEST SIDE PUBLIC SQUARE.
Will practice in till the Courts. Business
will receive prompt attention.
TRAVELERS’ GUIDE.
GADSDEN AND RED LINE STEAM- j
El IS—U. S. MAIL.
STE AMER SIDNEY P. SMITH,
( iti’ii ii. Elliott, Master; F. G. Smith, Clerk.)
Leovo Rome every Tuesday and Fridav. ..8 a m
\reive Gadsden Wednesday and Saturday. .<> a m
i,oa\e Gadsden Wednesday and Saturday. .8 a m
Arrive at Rome Thursday and Sunday... .< p m
Will go through to Greeusport, Ala., every j
Finlay night. Returning, leave Greeusport ev- I
i ry situ may morning.
STEAMER GADSDEN.
K. M. <.miter, Master F. A. Mills, Clerk.
Lione Home Mondays and Thursdays LI a m
Vn ive v ulsdcu Tuesdays and Fridays ... 2 a m
j ,i;i\ e Gadsden Tuesdays uud Fridays.... 9a m
Arrive at Wed nesdays and Saturdays. ... i pm
Oiliee No. 27 Broad street, up-stairs over the
Cotton Exchange. Telephonic connection.
M. ELLIOTT, Jr., Gen. Man gr.,
Gadsden, Ala.
W. T. SMITH, Gfcn’l Agent.
Rome. Ga.
CHEROKEE RAILROAD.
On and alter Monday, March 19, 1882, the trains
on this Road will run daily as follows (Sunday
excepted):
PA SS ENG ER TR A IN.—MORNING.
1 ,en vc (. artersville ®2 a }Jj
Arrive at stilesboro a in
A nave at Taylorsville * {“
Arrive at Koc.kmart "
Arrrivc at Cedartown 12.05 a m
RETURNING.
Leave Cedartown 2;05 p m
Arri ve at ttoekmart H ™
Arrive at Taylorsville jess pm
Arrive at Stilesboro p m
Arrive atCartersvillo . . . • • • .fj" m
PASSENGER TRAIN.—EV ENING.
Leave
Arrive at Stilesboro
Arrive at Taylorsville a:22 p m
Arrive at P m
Arrive at Cedartown p m
RETURNING.
Leave Cedartown
Arrive at Kockmart ®:“" “
Arrive at Taylorsville -..el 1 !!,
Arrive at Stilesboro ' a 111
AiTive at Cartersville . . . . . . 8:20 a m
ROME RAILROAD.
The following is the present passenger sched
ule:
NO. 1.
Leave Rome
Arrive at Kingston a m
NO. 2.
Leave Kingston am
Arrive at Rome lO.ioam
NO. 3.
Leave Rome
Arrive at Kingston
no. 4.
Leave Kingston
Arrive at Rome p m
no. 5.
Leave Rome 8:00 am
Arrive at Kingston 9:00 am
no. (J.
Leave Kingston 9:20 am
Arrive at Rome 10:10 a m
Nos. I, 2,3 anil 4 will run daily except Sun
days.
Nos. 5 and 6 will run Sunday's only.
No. 1 will not stop at the junction. Makes
close connection at Kingston for Atlanta and
Chattanooga.
No, 2 makes connection at Rome with E. 1..
Va. & Ga. It. R.. for points south.
KBEN HILLY ER, President.
.1. A. Smith, G. P. Agent.
WESTERN AND ATLANTIC R. R.
The following is the present passenger sclied
le:
NIOIIT PASSENGER—Ur.
Leavo Atlanta 2:40 pm
Leave Cartersville 4:30 pm
Leave Kingston 4:sipm
Leave Dalton
Arrive at Chattanooga B:Uopm
NIGHT PASSENGER— DOWN.
Leave Chattanooga 2:55 pm
Leave Dalton f m
Leave Kingston
Leave oaJApm
Arrive at Atlanta 8:40 pm
PAY PASSENGER —CP.
jeavc Atlanta Xi?? o m
Leave a 111
Leave Kingston ,?rr 111
Leave Dalton ® ™
Arrive at Chattanooga 12:30 a 111
DAY PASSENGER —DOWN.
Leave Chattanooga ™
Leave Dalton . ®;S
Leave Kingston
Leave ,
Arrive at Atlanta
ROUE EXPRESS
3iCave Atlanta f. .i 5 .? £"J
Arrive at Cartersville ” I }’ ™
Arrive at Kingston
Leave Kingston * *
Arrive at ,
Arrive at Atlanta . - . < • • a,n
VOLUME VI.
ICELAND’S LOGIC.
The Great Speech of Dr. Belaud Before
the Agricultural Society Last Week.
Atlanta Constitution.]
Avery fine address was delivered by
Dr. S. W. Leland, of Cartersville. The
address was a great and agreeable sur
prise to the members of the society, as
the doctor had never before addressed
the society, and none of the members
knew he could be so entertaining. The
address was on “Labor and Other Mat
ters in General.” The doctor stated that
he could not say that his address had
been burned in the fire at the Kimball
house as the address of Mr. Livingston
had been, but that it would doubtless
have been it good thing for his audience
if it had been, lie then proceeded with
his address, and said :
I rise to a question of privilege. I want
to announce here that l am no agricultu
ral tramp, no dead-beat, no kid-gloye
farmer, and only a political wire-worker,
when there is a great question involved,
or I have a friend in the field. I own a
hundred acres of land in Bartow county
composed of public road, yard, garden,
orchard, horse lot, pond and field. Hav
ing no sons to work for me, I have a lit
tle mill at the end of my pond 20x12, the
busiest little corn cracker that ever
worked for only its feed. lam the mill
er, and there is my oiliee. In it I keep a
few books, newspapers and stationery,
and the only extravagance I’m guilty of
is taking the Daily Atlanta Constitution,
as I am determined to keep up with the
times. I, emphatically, earn my daily
bread, and having no other resource, I
support my family from this vast estate,
and do not on e a human being a cent.
The Bible says:.“Seest thou a man dili
gent in business, he will stand before
Kings; he will not stand before mean
men.” Verily this day is this scripture
fulfilled in your hearing, for here I stand
in the presence of the lords of the soil
and the sovereigns of the state of Geor
gia.
Through the courtesy of the executive
committee and onr honorable secretary,
I was invited to deliver an address on
labor, or any other subject. As I was
chosen from tlie rank and iile of this so
ciety, and wanted a? much latitude as
possible, I determined to accept, and will
make an eltort to address you on labor,
or on any other subject, particularly the
last clause of the verse.
I will give you some solid reasons why
you should listen with patience and for
bearance to this, my first experiment. I
have been a member of this society for
ten or twelve years, have never occupied
a minute of your time, liaye never even
risen to oiler a motion of thanks or
moved an adjournment to get my name
mentioned in the proceedings. A\ hen I
first came among you, I found men who
talked a great deal, men who would talk
and men who I liked to hear talk. Asa
delegate, I, too, had a right to talk, and
could no doubt have learned to do so, at
your expense, but as difiidence and mod
esty have weighed, like an incubus, upon
my ambition all my life, I preferred to
listen anil to learn, and have patiently
sat at the feet ot these agricultural Ga
maliels, and absorbed wisdom as it was
scattered broadcast, drilled and harrowed
into me.
During the last few days I have
changed the whole programme of this
performance. I had written an essay on
labor so deep, so full of research, so ex
haustive, so laborious, that my’ name
would have been handed down among
the Macauleys and Carlisles of literature,
and Nancy’s creek would have appeared
on the next published map as an import
ant branch of the Etowah, because the
great American essayist lived upon its
verdant banks. But the weather was too
hot, the domestic, farming and milling
calls were too frequent for me to perfect
it. So, with my heart filled with kind
ness and pity for a patient but suffering
audience, I kicked the pedestal of fame
from under my feet and pigeonholed the
valuable document for my grandchildren
to use as wrapping paper, and determin
ed to draw inspiration from laboring
mill rocks, floating meal dust and the
music of falling water, and scratch these
thoughts as they occurred to me, always
certain that if it was not on labor it must
be ou some other subject, maxing up by
length what it lacked in depth, and con
fident of paying back some that have
preceded me in measure full, well shaken
and running over, as a miller’s toll dish.
Labor is a subject diffuse enough in it-
self, if I could stick to it.
It is scattered all over this round world.
It was instituted soon after the creation
of man, and rolled down the stream of
time, ever increasing, ever improving as
the human race multiplied, and the civ
ilization of nations demanded, and the
various instruments ot toil will never be
laid aside until dropped from the nerve
less hand of the laborer; when the angel
shall set one foot upon the sea and the
other upon the land and swear by Him
who liveth forevei that time shall be
no more. For man may come and man
may go, but work goes on forever!
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
bread, and right there was labor institut
ted. There is no dignity in labor. Those
who have written splendid essays on its
dignity never tried it with their mus
cles. Seneca wiote of the beauties of
poverty and was rich enough to it on a
table of gold—but the poor would rather
have the table than the essay.
Labor is a curse entailed on us by the
transgressions of our first, parents. They
had a good thing of it. They wanted a
better, and they lost it all! Don’t con
shier me as blaming the old tolks. 1 here
is no pair of their descendants, young
and healthy, who, isolated to themselves,
without the fear of public opinion, but
would have done as they did. Ihej have
THE FREE PRESS.
always had my sympathy, especially
since the war.
They had a splendid landed estate, but
nobody to work for them, for the negro
was not then caught and tamed. They
did all they could, under the circum
stances; they begot sons. Cain was not
dignified by his labors. Contending with
cat-claw briars and sassafras sprouts did
not improve his temper, and he behaved
bad. And when he went to the laud of
Nod, it was not to go to sleep, but to
make a living; so he, too, begot sons,
and put them to work.
Work is honorable. It is the founda
tion of civilization, but there is no dig
nity in sweat and toil.
It has no doubt happened to you, as
well as to myself, for some sewing ma
chine agent, or fruit pedler to drive up
to the farm and ask us if the gentleman
ot the place was at home.
llow’ often in youth have I heard some
beautiful but thoughtless city belle say,
with a sneer, why, lie is only’ a mechanic
or only’ a farmer. I have lived long
enough to know some of them, when
languishing as old maids, or worse, the
slave of some bescented sidewalk dandy,
feel, in the bitterness of regret, that real
ly’ she believes, some she rejected before,
would now do very well for her. As
well may yonder tall and tapering spire,
which rears its architectural beauty heav
enward, scorn the strong and rugged
rocks upon which it is founded! Labor
and sweat are the penalties of the fall;
but Heaven has draped these penalties
with beauty’ and love. Our Creator has
so constituted us that none are happy un
less their minds or hands are busy, ex- i
eept the educated negro and the dude.
All honor to every industry engaged
in gathering the materials and shaping
them so as to be applicable to the uses of
mankind; all praise to all labor which
contributes to the material, intellectual
or moral wealth of the state. But agri
culture, primus interpares, the first among
equals, the chief most excellent, the
heart which sends its life currents
through all the departments of industry,
and by’ its deposits sustains, enriches and
adorns all the accumulations of labor.
The mother of all the arts, of all the
trades, of all the industries, it can look
around upon the busy, progressing
world, and claim all the products of
skill and labor and genius as its own con
tribution to the world’s happiness.
There is in it what the old alchemist
sought for in vain. They thought they
could find a tluid which would transmute
all tilings into gold. The plow is the
great alchemist of modern time. Not a
steam transport; not a locomotive with
its rich freight; not a city’with its pal
aces, and its shops glittering with gold
and gems; not a factory witli its whirl
ing spindles and clattering machinery;
not. a house with its luxuries, or necessi
ties; not an inventor, instructor or au
thor, but agriculture can say to each and
every one of them : These are transmu
tations of my skill and labor.
Yes, the general might return from a
victorious campaign, with laurels upon
his brow, but he cannot browse upon
laurels,
The statesman and the orator can
climb to the height of power, and become
♦he idol of bis party by fooling the peo
ple.
'Uhe preacher, by his pulpit eloquence,
can make men give everything to the
Lord—but their pocket books. The
doctor, by his scientific researcli and pol
ished address, may amass great riches
and even win the gratitude of heirs by
smoothing the pathway to the grave of
some rich but tenacious old man.
The lawyer (a necessary evil), backed
by rho wickedness of man, and his two
great coadjutors, alcoholic drinks and the
credit system, may roll in wealth and
honor.
The successful speculator, who counts
his gains by millions; bulls and bears,
who pull the wool from the lambs of a
thousand pastures, and can build rail
roads and factories, thus gaining more
wealth and power—all these may be ne
cessary to the upbuilding of a great
country, but they are all fed by tbe
sweat and labor of the humble worker.
Yes, in the hard hand of the farmer,
made so by honest toil, lies the grandeur
of civilization and the strength of a coun
try.
I wish f had time to dwell on some ot
the great labors of the farmer. One of
them is to control his temper.
In a great many sections of the state we
are in an anomolous condition. We have
a fence law, but no lawful fences, and no
limiter to build them. The communist,
and those always prejudiced against the
landholder, will not allow us to do away
with the rotten things we have. So every
farmer lias to keep up miles of expensive
fencing to keep out a few hogs, with
heads like a gar-fish and tails like a black
snake. Think of the poor farmer, ready
with his family to go to church on Sun
day; he sees these creatures destroying
his crop; he looks around for help in
vain ; his hands are all gone off and the
dogs gone with them. Telling his family
to go and remember him in their pray
ers, he rushes out to do the hardest day’s
work of the week. The hogs, lean, long
legged, and fleet as grey-houiuls, lineal
descendants of those possessed with dev
ils, can never see the hole they came
in at.
If a man can preserve lus religion and
dignity under such circumstances, he
will be entitled to a high seat.
But we huye this consolation, that we
are living under the freest government
the sun ever shone upon. Free to whites,
free to blacks, free to dogs and free to
bogs; where every man, if he chooses,
can sit under a vine or a fig tree, with
none to molest, unless he is afraid.
Another great labor of the farmer is to
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 23. 1883.
keep out of debt. The farmer that buys
fertilizers and supplies cn credit to make
cotton is condemned to the labor of Sy rsi
phus. He can roll the stone to the top,
but it will be certain to roll down again.
He is like the man whose sheep-fold was
ravaged by a wolf. To remedy the evil
he bought him a wolf-dog, and put him
on the robber’s tracks. They all went
belter skelter through the woods until
coming up with a wood-cliopper, he
asked him in breathless excitement,
“Did y T ou see a wolf and a dog pass by
here?” “Yes.” “How were they making
it?” “Nip and tuck, but the dog was
leetle ahead.”
I could advise the farmer to a shorter
road to ruin, and one that would save
him all the trouble of farming. Buy the
cotton ready-made; give his note for it
secured by’ a mortgage on his farm. Sell
the cotton and live lille a fighting cock on
the money. And when the sheriff sells
him out, he can go to Texas or the devil,
for what the community will care.
Raise all the provisions you need. Then
plant ail the cotton you can. Get one
year ahead even if y r ou have to practise
the Irishman’s idea of economy—to do
without things you are obliged to have.
Always pay as you go. It has been said
that if you do. that, you will not
go far. Well, don’t go far, at least
no further than Atlanta. If you
stick to farming on that programme, you
may never be a bloated bondholder, or a
coupon clipper, but you will be that no
blest work of God—an honest man.
It has always seemed strange to me
that men of nerve and resolution; men
who could lead a forlorn hope, or charge
a battery, cannot curb their own desires,
or command their own families. Why is
it that we did not profit by the lessons of
the war? With our ports blockaded, and
our borders occupied by a cordon of foes,
we had to live on the wholesome produc
tion of our own soil, and were clad by
the untiring industry of our women.
Had we carried the lessons of economy
and thrift we learned there into the
times of peace, the surrender at Appo
matox would have been a final triumph
to our section.
During the war they flooded our coun
try with the hirelings of the world,who
stole or destroyed everything they’ could
find. After our flag was folded, they’ in
vaded us with their accumulated stock
of goods, and flooded our country with
pinch-back jewelry, patent medicines,
and every conceivable trash that would
tempt the extravagance of our women, or
administer to the appetite of man, until
they had gathered the proceeds of all the
cotton they failed to find. No wonder
they had a contempt for us, and bemoan
ed us, and reconstructed us, and retro
verted ami male tis untai <• i*-i “
mental reservation) to honor and obey’
that once grand old constitution after
they had defined it with patches and per
fumed it with the aroma of Africa.
Wo have the finest country in the world,
and it will be our own fault if we do not
become the greatest and richest people the
sun ever shone upon. We have all the
elements of success right here in our
midst, and could be, if we chose, inde
pendent of the world. All men of capi
tal and skill are welcomed to join us, but
I do not believe in begging them to
come. Make it to their interest, and
they will flock in fast enough.
We do not want white foreign hire
lings in our fields. Oglethorpe tried that
150 years ago, and failed. Jf there is any
credit attached to it, the distinguished
Georgian has the honor of resisting the
importation of negro slaves by Yankee
cruisers even-to his own loss. The Puri
tan Bible readers knew that they were
intended for the hewers of wood and
drawers of water tor a superior race, and
if there was any money to he made by
carrying out a Bible curse, they were the
missionaries to execute it.
Five millions of negroes are scattered
over our country. They were born upon
our soil and grew up under our influence.
He is so constituted that the summer’s
sun at noon does not affect him, and he
fattens upon the miasmas of the swamps.
He can live upon the coarsest food and
wear the shabbiest clothes without falling
in the esteem of his fellows. On the bare
floor, with his blanket around his head
and his head to the fire, he can sleep
through the coldest night and awake up
refreshed for his daily toil, lie has no
thought tor to-morrow and no aspirations
for the future. He is deficient, it is true,
in gratitude, but lie has little revenge.
He is a negro now, and will be a negro
always, for the Ethiopian ean never
change his skin. Our enemies say that
these low characteristics are the result of
slavery. They know that the assertion is
false. Before any of us were born the
colonization society took the very best of
the race and settled them in Liberia and
Africa. They gave them the land, they
furnished them with implements of labor
and with plenty of food. All the Chris
tian governments banded themselves to
gether to protect them in their liberty.
They bad their own government. Ev
ery office from president to constable was
tilled by negroes. Nearly a century has
passed, and what have they done? What
statesman, historian, poet or inventor
have they furnished to the world as a
proof of their advancement? Notone.
Their fathers went there trained laborers;
their children are ignorant, idle vaga
bonds. The advancement which they
make here is owing to their association
with their superiors. Isolated to them
selves, they would soon go back to bar
barism.
But we needed them as slaves; we
need them as freed men, for L contend,
for the planting of cotton, rice and cane,
the negro and the mule are a sine qut non—
the one was created and the other in
vented especially to suit the necessities
of southern culture. It is nonsense to
talk of their idleness. Cali you the mak
ing of seven millions of bales of cotton
last year not workimr? Uncontrolled,
the negro is a nuisance; properly man
aged, he is a blessing to the south. It
is not only on account of their value to
us as laborers, that I want them here.
It is because they stand between us and
the desires of our enemies, that we should
lose our characteristics as southerners,
by commingling our blood with all the
white vagabonds of the earth, and be-
come, like them in thrift and meanness.
We have nearly five hundred thousand
negroes in Georgia, the best kind of
hired labor, for our soil and climate.
They are finding out that the southern
land-owners, are the only friends they’
have upon earth. Thev are unable to
take care ot themselves. We need their
brawn and muscle, and tiiey need our
brains. Always treat them kindly and
justly’. Do not find ton milch fault with
their triflingness and want of judgment,
for it is owing to these traits that they’
are and always will be hirelings. Re
member the suddenness with which these
people were changed from slaves to citi
zens. It took England fiye hundred
years to abolish white slavery in her
government. The great Creator of the
universe, when He determined to take
the Jews out of Egyptian bondage, with
a high hand and outstretched arm, kept
them out of Palestine for forty years, until
all but two of the old slaves were dead,
knowing they would not be fit for free
dom or citizenship. Our government
made citizens of our negro slaves, by a
proclamation, and took them out of the
cotton fields to be our rulers and legisla
tors.
“Fools madly rush
Where angels scarce would tread.”
But now comes the politician with an
other abstraction. He takes the negro by r
the collar and leads him to the front, and
asks what shall we do with this problem?
In the name of common sense, is the ne
gro always to be a factor in our politics?
Will politicians never cease to fondle
with his wool? Has he not been freed?
Is he not a citizen? Don’t it appear that
he has equal rights under the law? Has
lie not the same inexorable task-masters
over Him in common with all laborers,
the stomach, the back and the law ? Is
he not the cheapest voter in all the gov
ernment? Don’t he divide between the
two great parties according to the eternal
fitness of things, by giving his principles
to the republicans and Ills votes to the
democrats? What more would y’ou have?
He must be colonized! Colonized where?
Must he be sent to the north to freeze
and starve? To the western territories to
he scalped ? To Tewksbury to be skinned,
-a-c-Soo. to be eaten? Xo; “he is in
his father’s home, anu ue is nere to
stay.”
But, says the New England philantrop
ist, these victims of your oppression must
be educated. Well, let them educate
them. It would be nothing but right if
they devoted every dollar, for which
their forefathers sold them, to the benefit
of their condition. Victims ot oppression !
Compare the southern negro with his
progenitors in Africa, even of the royal
blood, and be is as nuuJi superior as a
two hundred and fifty dollar Kentucky
mule is to a Mexican donkey’.
I am in favor of education, but I’m not
in favor, and never will be, of taxing one
man to educate another’s children, and I
also assert, that no man lias the right to ask
the government for bread, for work, for
education, for religion or morals, and
sl,ou]d they ask our government for the
two last, they’ might as well go to a goat’s
house for wool.
But this is a dangerous subject, as I
might be conscripted into being a candi
date for congress from the 7th, and if I
was not in favor of all the humbugs of
the day, I’d have it thrown up to me.
So, goon, Mr. Politician, with y’our
policy, and Mr. Philanthropist with your
foolery. Insist upon a high grade of
education for the negro, whether he is
fit for it or not. Stuff his head full of
classical lore; make the differential and
integral calculus as plain to him as the
multiplication table. Let the pons asin
orum, the hypothefieuses and the parala
peipedous be to him for playthings.
Give him a contempt for all manual la
bor. Then close eyery oiliee of profit te
him. Deny him your clerkships; shut
the doors of your professions upon him;
and I tell you this problem vill become a
conundrum.
I will make this proposition : Let the
cities take care of all the so-called educat
ed ones, and we in the country will be
glad to iiave those who only liaye sense
enough to fear God and obey’ the laws of
the land.
T always associate labor with the negro
the negro with the yankce, the yankee ;
with that grand old crew of crop-lmired
fanatics, the pioneers of tyranny and
oppression, who tied from persecution !
to become persecutors themselves whose
whole idea of civil and religious freedom
was to do as they pleased, and make
others do as they did, who as soon as
they landed on that celebrated rock,
called a meeting, and after opening with
prayer, unanimously adopted the follow
ing preamble and resolutions:
“The earth is the Lord’s, and the full
ness thereof.”
Resolved 1, That all things belong to
the Lord’s people.
Resolved 2, That wo are the Lord’s
people.
That was the platform that enabled
them conscientiously to rob and murder
the Indians, to steal and sell negroes
from Africa,to persecute the Quakers, and
burn and drown old women for witches.
Their descendants in gratitude for the
wealth and power acquired by the
teachings of these hard headed and iron
hearted pilgrims, have invoked the gen
ius of history, poetry and orator}", to
throw ;i glamour over their vices, and
cause their imagihary virtues to shine as
the stars of lleaten.
The classic Everett, and the godlike
Webster have woven for themselves un
fadingchaplets by showing what a cul
tivated imagination and brilliant elo
quence could do- tor such hard cases. If
the ghost of a departed pilgrim could
have been present and heard these mag
niticient eulogies, be would have thrown
up bis bloodless bauds and said, “Stop,
boys, all that can do us no good now.” 1
was once a poet myself, and in my leis
ure moments use to write lines on “The
Beautiful Snow,” and f can embody the
truth about ourselves and posterity in six
lines of poetry, every line a volume.
“Ou Plymouth rock our tents we set,
Our guns and rum made the Indians get;
We smuggled slaves from C ongo’s mouth,
When it did not pay we sold thoui south—
Then groaned because of southron sins
And freed the negro to tan their skins.
1 have traveled over that wonderful
I country. (For 1 have not always been a
miller). My feet have pressed that sa
cred rock at Plymouth, and while it look
ed like an ordinary rock to mo my feet
grew bigger from that day. 1 have
breathed the classic atmosphere of Boston,
and 1 grew so bigoted and conceited that
1 was charged double price at the hotel.
1 visited Salem, hut found that the ponds
where they drowned old women for
witches had been drained. I did not go
to Tewksbury, for it had not attained its
celebrity for tanning, as negro skins were
too dear. 1 have rested under the shade
of Bunker Hill monument, and have
thought since if they would put up an
other at Bull Run, they would both serve
as monuments of tiie folly of their light
ing, unaided, a people of superior brav
ery.
But after all they are a great people, a
prosperous people, a wealthy people—
and they owe the most of it to the indom
itable energy, industry and economy,
practiced by them from the cradle to the
grave. They get all they can, keep all
they get, and throw away nothing hut
their prayers.
It. was foolish for us to have fought
them. A poor man might as well go to
law with a rich one for his rights, lie
might gain every verdict, yet die in the
poor house. If the confederates had not
worn themselves out whipping them and
quit when they did from exhaustion, the
yankees would have hired out the finish
ing job and got rich on shoddy contracts
and plundered goods, and actually enjoy
ed themselves reading about our devasta
tion and destruction.
But, thank God, these terrible times
diavc passed, and passed forever. Those
strong and cruel men who rose to emin
ence uirougu mt'u vi no ......
gone to their reward. Their loss has
been our great gain, for they have gone
where the wicked cease from troubling
and we the weary are at rest. There will be
no more war between the sections from
now, henceforth and forever. There
will always he a contest, hut it will be
carried on under the banner of peace.
Achilles, who was thought to he invul
nerable, caused great havoc in the Trojan
ranks, until they found a tender place in
his heel. The tender place in our late tri
umphant foes, are their pockets, and we
must attack them there.
It will do no good to compromise your
principles or your policy with them.
You may throw tub after tub to the
northern whale on the subject ol negro
education, hut the whale wont bite.
Military companies may exchange visits
and have a royal time. Conquered ban
ners and worthless swords may he mutu
ally returned, and the yankees will smile.
But let the south ask for a place in the
government. Present the purest, the
host, the most gifted southern statesman
to them for president. That will he the
Ithurial spear which will turn this smil
ing, social people into demons of hate !
The Turks have a remnant of the strip
ed petticoat of one of Mahammed’s wives.
They call it their sacred banner, and it is
never flaunted to the breeze unless their
religion is in danger. Under it they
light to death, asking for and giving no
quarters. Our noithern brelhern have
a dirty rag taken from the caned back of
one of their statesmen, and whenever
their pocket nerve is touched, the “bloody
shirt” is waved! Then,
“Farewell, trace and oath begone.”
In that light they have no serried ranks
with gleaming bayonets, no belching ar
tillery, no blood is shed under their sa
cred banner. But Wall street is agitated
to its center. Newspapers flame with
lies, the pulpit is prostituted to the worst
passions of man, office holders are bled
■nid offices sold in the shambles. Money,
not blood, Hows like water. Tt e vast
patronage of the government must be
kept in their midst. They know the
value of money, for it can buy a doubt
ful state, it can purchase a seat on the
supreme bench, it can make a president
of the United States.
We must get rich ! Let the young south
;t rise in their might and compete with
them in everything but their religion
and morals. Don’t mind old fogies like
myself and others of the same age, who
are sulking in their tents.
“Life is real, lift; is earnest,”
In this modern fltflit of life;
lie not like your old ancestors
liut let money be your strife.
We have the cotton and can make
cheaper goods than they can. We have
the wool, and will have sense enough to
use it. We can make iron at less cost
than they can, and must manufacture it
into implements we are obliged to have.
In exchange for their pork and filthy
lard, made out of putrescent carcasses,
] give them a salute all along the line, from
j thousands of cars, loaded up to the muzzle
I with encumbers, watermelons and gar-
RATES OF ADVERTISING.
Advertisements will be inserted at the rates of
One Dollar per inch for the first insertion, and
Fifty Cents for each additional insertion.
CONTRACT RATES.
Stack. 1 mo. 3 mos. r> mos. 1 year.
One inch, $2 50 $5 00 $7 50 $lO 00
Two inches, 8 75 7 50 10 00 15 00
Three inches, 500 10 (X) 12 50 20 00
Four inches, 000 12 50 15 00 2> 00
Fourth column 7 50 15 00 20 00 30 00
Half column, 11 00 20 00 40 00 BG 00
One column, 15 00 30 00 00 00 100 00
NUMBER G,
den truck. I never see a train of refrig
erators, dashing along at break neck
speed, but what, with my hand pressed
just below my heart, l breathe a silent
prayer for its safe arrival, feeling that
our revenge is coming at last.
Get rich! Sell everything marketable
and live on the culls. Let every yellow
legged chicken, dozen of eggs and pound
of butter look in your eyes as fractions of
a dollar, and act accordingly. Get rich !
if you have to he mean. The world re
spects a rich scoundrel more than it does
an honest poor man. Poverty may do to
go to heaven with. Butin these modern
times, if you should become so poor as
to get full of sores, and you should he
laid at some rich man’s gate, and you
will find that the good dog, moreover, is
dead; and you will either be carried to
the calaboose or get a blooming ease of
hydrophobia,
Get rich! and the south will no more
beg for settlers; the sails of your vessels
will whiten every sea; emigrants will
pour in; capitalists will invest, and
should tlie yankees bring their machine
ry to the cotton, instead of carrying the
cotton to their factories, and move here
in force and adopt the south as their
home—with all their energy, thrift and
industry—then I would say to my
“Brother in black,” that there will he no
more romantic novels written about him,
no more addresses delivered and publish
ed in lirst-class newspapers with refer
ence to our duty to him; hut in that age
of utility and progress, when the old fog
ies of the south are dead, lie will find
that he is not tiie pet of any one. A poll
tax paid by one in ten will not send his
children 10 high schools and colleges,
lie will have to stir himself and march
to the motto of “every man for himself
and the Lord for us all, and the devil
catch the hindmost,” or get up and double
quick it from here to save not only his
hide from the lanyard hut his body from
the compost heap.
Get rich! and Georgia, through her
watermelon start over her southern sis
ters, will not only he the empire state of
the south, hut in less than halt a century
will he empire state of the whole union.
The great labor performed by nearly
one-half of the inhabitants of the globe
is very seldom spoken of or written about.
I mean the uuseltlsh, neverending work
of ti e women of the land. And when T
speak of women I do not mean these but
terflies of fashion, tiie female dudes of
society. They, too, work, hut is the
work of self-adornment. And the older
they get, the more artistic work they have
to do,until they get to be such experts that
all they want is a frame to hang their
drygoods on. For she can buy soft and
silken curls to cover her denuded head.
She can freshen up her faded complexion
wirh nowders and nuiuts. She can cover
her empty gums wun wimc,
teeth. She can make her shrunken bust
look full and voluptuous. After great
toil she can sail out upon streets for an
evening promenade with her lull-flowing
crinoline, a regular man trap, not made
,o by her Creator but by some artistic
dressmaker. Here she goes—false on
top and false at bottom, false before and
false behind, and very otten with a false
heart beating behind a false bosom. If
mothers they ever become, they are
mothers of the educate 1 btobiei and
brainless dudes, which infest the land.
The women L speak of are those duti
ful daughters who are ever ready to help
and comfort their weary mothers—of
those faithful wives who are helpmee's
to their husbands; of those mothers who,
with entire self-abnegation, devote them
selves to the rearing of their children,
only supported in her never-ending toil
by that well of love that ever springs fresh
and pure in a mother’s heart. Her’s is
the only real ami unselfish love that this
world is blessed with. She nourishes
and protects her offspring in childhood,
and when grown beyond her maternal
care, she will watcli over and pray for
them. The world may point the finger
of scorn at them, but she is always ready
to fold the returning prodigal in her lo v
ing arms, repentant or unrepentant.
It they grow up to he an honor to he-,
oh ! how proud she is, but she will cling
to them even in their disgrace, and,
should they die drunkards or felons, will
go and weep over their dishonored
graves, and forgive them, too.
Whilst labor is the strength of a coun
try, its civilization and refinement are in
exact proportion to the love and respect
entertained for woman.
Solomon, that muchly married man
who was famed for his wisdom, his
wealth and his wives, wrote that after
searching diligently he had not found
one true woman in a thousand. I oor
man, a thousand wiyes and not a tru s
one. What a time he must have had.
He must have found some one else’s wife
that was all right, for in his proverbs lie
paid a magnificent tribute to an industii
ous worn in which partially attoned for
his slanders upon tha women who n he
more than any one else had helped to de
base. My experience lias been altogetb*
er different from that of the magnificent
Jewish sovereign, but I suppose it is al
together owing to the way a man has
been raised and the kind of company lie
keeps, for I know that for purity, faith
fulness and devotion to duty, they ate
superior to me or to any other man that
ever lived, old Mr. Solomon not except
ed.
It is easy and natural for any man to
love the young and beautiful of the fair
sex. I once saw a picture of Eve by one of
the old masters as she came fresh from
Divine hand, a masterpiece of creative
power. No rough- apron of fig leaves
marred that exquisite form. She was
clothed in her own innocence and purity.
I realized for the first time the full sig
nificance of the expression “ I’hat beauty
(Concluded on Fnorth Page.)