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VOL X
BILL / RP’S LETTER
Advent of Spring Spurs William
to Thoughts of the Beautiful,
TALKS POETRY, WOMEN AND FLOWERS
To Mythology We are Indebted for
Name* of Our Most Beautiful
Flowers —The Goodness
of Providence.
It Is not quite time to indulge In
spring poetry. I tried it some years
ago and strained my mind and shall
not try it again. One poem is enough
to make a man famous, and I have
never seen mine improved upon:
“The bud frog hellers in the ditches,
He’s shuffled,off his winter britches.
The hawk for infant chickens watch
eth,
And ’fore you know it one he cotcheth.
The lizzard is sunning himself on a
rail,
The lamb is shaking his new born tail,
King cotton has unfurled his banner
And scents the air with sweet guanner.
The darkey is plowing his stubborn
mule,
And jerks the line with "Gee, you
fool.”
Adown the creek and round the ponda
Are gentlemen and vagabonds
A.nd ail our little dirty sinners
Are digging bait and catching min
ners.”
That is classic and expressive. It
rhymes well and measures well and Is
considered the champion spring poem.
Hut I will venture to make a few re
marks about flowers, for as Solomon
saith, “The winter is past; the rain
is over and gone. The flowers appear
on the earth, the time for the singing
of birds is come, and the voice of the
turtle dove is heard in the land.” It
is an old story that when God made
man and gave him hearing and seeing
and taste and smelling He created
birds to sing for him and please his
ears, and grass to grow' and herbs and
trees to bear him fruit, but Adam
wasn’t very happy and said these
are all very good, but they cannot love
me nor talk to me nor comfort me
when I am sick and sad. I am here
alone and not even your angels visit
me. And so God took pity on him
and created woman and then he was
happy. But woman didn’t care Cos be
boeing and planting and looking after
the sheep and the cows and so the
Lord created flowers especially for her
enjoyment. He also taught her to sing
and make music on the harp and hence
came the old tradition that woman and
music and flowers were God’s best
gifts to man. You see that neither
flowers nor music is mentioned in the
Mosaic account of the creation and
tradition says that they were not
made until woman was. It is singular
that in some of the ancient languages
the same word that means woman
means flowers too. Among the ancient
Greeks Romans, Persians and Egyp
tians there was great reverence for
and e'-en idolatry of flowers. The lo
tus or sacred Lilly was worshipped
ns a god in Egypt. In Japan the chrys
anthemum ia eaually sacred and near
ly all their female children are named
for some flower. In all countries every
temple service, every birth or mar
riage or death or funeral ceremony
calls for a profusion of flowers. When
soldiers went out to fight and when
they returned they were crowned with
wreaths and garlands; strangers were
given flowers when they came in to
see you. Every flower had its mean
ing and its sentiment, as for instance,
a red rose meant, 1 love you;” a white
rose, “I will marry you.” The Chinese
make the most lavish use of flowers
and have a Chinese alphabet of flow
ers. No modern nation has such love
and taste for them nor such beautiful
gardens, and Japan comes next. China
is called the Flowery Kingdom.
Almost all of the civilized nations
have a national flower. Egypt, Tur
key and India have the lotus. Japan
the pomegranate, France the iris, or
fleur de lis of Louis VII. Napoleon I
tried to abolish it and put the honey
bee instead, but the people rebelled
a nd it is still the iris. Scotland has
the thistle, Ireland the shamrock,
Wales the leek, Mexico the cactus,
Germany the corn flower, England the
rose, and the United States none at
a R- In 18S9 we tried to make It the
golden rod, but failed. The north
voted for the trailing arbutus and the
r °se and some green house flowers,
and there was no flower elected. That
trailing arbutus don’t trail in thi6 part
of the country.
Well, of course, the rose is by uni
versal suffrage the queen of all the
flowers.
About six hundred years ago the
fluke of Lancaster chose a red rose
f or his emblem. His brother, the duke
°f York, chose a white rose. The de
seendents of the two princes got to
fighting for the crown and it was called
the war of the roses. But after awhile
the son of one married the daughter
of the other and stopped the war and
the two roses were united into one
and called the Tudor rose.
In the eleventh century the Danes
made war upon Scotland, and one dark
aight planned an attack upon a for
tress that was the key to the whole
country. They took off their shoes
DADE COUNTY SENTINEL.
and breeches so as to swim across a
moat that surrounded the fortress,
thinking that the moat was deep and
full of water. But the Scotch had near
ly filled the moat, with thistle, and it
stuck the Danes so terribly that they
yelled in agony and got out quickly
and the Scotch took them unawares
and killed nearly- all of them before
they could put on their shoes and
breeches. The thistle saved Scotland,
and so they took it for their national
flower.
Away back in the centuries when
good St. Patrick went to Ireland as a
missionary, he preached to them about
the Trinity and how there were three
persons in one God, and the people
laughed at him and said it was im
possible and they didn't believe it.
Jo the saint picked up a shamrock
stem v. ith its three leaves growing
out of it and exclaimed: “Why not?
Ahy not? If this little plant can make
three from one, why can’t God do it?
So he convinced and converted all
hat people, and they took the clover
or shamrock pant for the national
lower.
In the sixth century the Normans
nvaded Wales, and just before a great
uattle one dark, cloudy evening the
Velsh went through a field where the
eeks or wild onions were in bloom,
md every man plucked one and stuck
t in his hat so as to distinguish their
.oldiers from the enemy, and by this
leans they whppped the light and
aved their country. After that they
ook the leek for their national flower.
vVhcn Napoleon Bonaparte overran
lermany and the emperor and his
amily bad to fly from Berlin and con
eal themse ves, he was awfully dis
ressed and they liked to have perish
d. But his old mother made garlands
fa iittle wild flower, known as the
orn flower cr kaiserblume, and put
hem ou him and cheered him up. and
i’hen Bonaparte was vanquished the
mperor adopted that little wild flower
s the national emblem.
When Louis VII started out on the
Jrusades he chose the iris as his
iadge, and when he returned with his
irmy it was adopted as the nation’s
lower. This is enough of national
lowers. I wish we had one for our
:at:on, and we will have one when
he Federation of Woman’s C übs
akes hold cf the matter, and I hope
it will be the golden rod. It grows
from Maine to Mexico and bends its
graceful head in field and forest.
The reason I got to ruminating
about flowers was because our good
ladies gave an entertainment the oth
er night which was quite original and
peculiar. It was called the enchanted
garden. There were twelve pretty
flowers painted on a long curtain and
in front of them was an old gardener
teaching a pretty little girl her first
lesson in flowers. He told her the or
origin and how they got their names
and whenever he mentioned one of the
flowers that was on the curtain and
pointed to it that flower disappeared
as if by enchantment and in its place
there appeared the face of a pretty
girl or woman, who sang a song that
fitted the flower —such songs as “Only
a Pansy Blossom.” “The Last Rose of
Summer,” "Pond Lillies,” “A Bunch
of Daisies,” etc. At intervals between
the songs the old gandener told his
pupil how Clyta fell in love with Ap
pollo, the god of the sun, and she
gazed upon him so continually that
he got tired of it and turned her into
a heliotrope, for this Greek word
means turned by the sun. And how
Appolo’s cup-bearer was a very hand
some boy and Appoio loved him so
much that another boy killed him
through envy and his dead body was
turned into a hyacinth.
The Greek spelling is Yacinthus and
Appoio stamped the Greek letter Y on
every petal and it is there yet. And
how a very vain and handsome youth
spent all of his time looking at him
self in a fountain of clear water and
one day he fell in and was drowned
and Appoio changed his body into a
narcissus. And how the carnation was
always a pink or flesh color for the
Greek word earnos means flesh, but
now it is of all colors. And how dande
lion means a lion’s tooth from the shape
of its leaves, and the tulip means a
turban and the geranium means a
crane’s bill from the shape of its
seed pods, and the nasturtium means
a nose twister, for when you smell it
or taste the seed the pungent odor
and taste make you draw up your face
and curl up your nose. And the old
man told about many others, and it
seems that we not only got the names
of the days and the months and the
stars from ancient mythology, but we
have even kept the names of their
flowers.
If flowers were as scarce as dia
monds and pearls they would bring a
much higher price, for they are really
more beautiful. A kind providence
made the best and most beautiful
things the most abundant so that the
poor might have them as well as the
rich. It does not take money to buy
sunshine nor shower nor the green
grass nor the songs of birds nor the
daisies and lillies that adorn the fields
and meadows.
The great poets’ books are full of
beautiful thoughts about flowers.
Shakespeare’s lament over the death
of Imogen is full of, tears and flowers.
Horace Smith, in his ode to flowers,
says:
"Your voiceless lips, oh flowers! are
book.”
Each cup a pulpit and each leaf a
living preachers,
-- Hemans savs: ~
"Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the '
bride to wear;
They were born to blush Ih her shin
ing hair."
And Wordsworth says: "It is my
faith that every flower that blooms i
enjoys the air it breathes and is con
scious of its own beauty,”
It was a tradition among the early
Christians that when Mary, the mother
of Jesus, fled with her child into Egypt
beautiful roses and lilies sprang up
and bloomed along her pathway as she
journeyed through the plains of Sha
ron and Jericho. Woman and flowers
&T 8 always found together, both in
fact and m fancy. Some men like
flowers, too, especially young men
who are in love, but with many men
dogfennel and gimpson weed are as
sweet and pretty as roses and violets.
—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution.
A BIG RAILROAD SENSATION.
The Common People Are Guessing as
to Who Now Owns the Louis
ville and Nashville,
A New York special says: One of
the biggest railroad deals affecting the
south, and one which has had the most
sensational and mysterious inception,
is believed in the most conservative
banking circles here to be on the
eve of completion.
The absorption of the Louisville and
Nashville railway,which in the stock
manipulations of the past few days
has passed from the control of ihe Bel
mont interests to either the Southern
railway or the Rock Island road, and
then a vast “community of interests”
is the outlook.
It was an acknowledged fact at the
close of business in Wall street Satur
day that the control of the Louisville
and Nashville had already passed, or
is in process of passing, to some other
large railway system or group of bank
ers. The most solid indications are
that either the Southern railway or
Rock Island will ultimately prove to be
the power in control. In either event,
it is as firmly understood that all of
these roads will be finally operated
for mutual benefit.
Another dispatch says: Despite de
nials from J. P. Morgan & Cos., the
ffflanclal agents, and Samuel Spencer,
the president, of the Southern railway,
and from August Belmont, the chair
man of the board of directors of the
Louisville and Nashville railroad, in
siders realize that the flurry in L. and
N. stock is due to no skillful “corner”
engineered by John W. Gates and his
western boomers.
It simply means that the Southern
railway, or to speak more definitely,
that the J. Pierpont Morgan group of
capitalists has acquired control of the
Louisville and Nashville railway.
BRITISH HOPE FOR PEACE.
Cessation of Hostilities Depend on
Klerksdorp Negotiations.
A London special says: “Peace is
within measurable distance.” That
probably sums up the present crop of
rumors, conjectures and deductions
which has Great Britain by the ears.
“Is it peace?” meets the eye in flar
ing posters of afternoon newspapers,
and the question is echoed throughout
the United Kingdom.
The Associated Press has good rea
sons to believe that the sudden sum
moning of the cabinet members Satur
day was due to a desire to decide
whether the presenting of the budget
could be postponed until the Klerks
dorp negotiations settled, one way
or the other. \
INADEQUATE TO BRUTAL CRIME.
Murderer of Miss Jennett Gets Off
With Only a Life Sentence.
At midnight Saturday night, seven
ty-two hours after Professor Joseph
M. Miiler murdered Miss Carrie M.
Jennett with a hatchet at Detroit, he
was in Jackson prison, sentenced to
spend the rest of his life there at hard
labor.
He was arraigned in the recorder’s
court Saturday morning on the charge
of murder, and the trial was quickly
concluded.
In sentencing Miller Judge Murphy
called him a demon, and said he con
sidered that the sentence he was
about to impose on him was inade
quate to his horrible crime.
MISS DAVIS SPONSOR IN CHIEF.
General Gordon Names Grandniece of
Jefferson Davis For Highest Honor.
General John B. Gordon, command
er in chief of the United Confederate
Veterans, has. appointed Miss Varina
Davis, of New Orleans, sponsor in
chief for the forthcoming reunion at
Dallas, Texas. The appointment is one
that will prove popular with the veter
ans of the south, for she is one of the
few remaining representatives of the
family of the confederacy’s dead presi
dent. Miss Varina Davis is the daugh
ter of Mr. Joseph Davis, of New Or
leans, and a grandniece of Jefferson
Davis.
Senate Confirmations.
The senate Thursday confirmed the
following nominations: To be major
general, Brigadier General Robert P.
Hughes; colonels to be brigadiers,
Isaac D. De Russey, Andrew S. Burt
and Michael V. Sheridan.
Offloial Organ Of Dado COunty.
TRENTON. GA. FRIDAY. APRIL 18,1902.
DR.TALnAGE'S SERHON
Preached a Short Yirtte Before
his Death.
Sulject: This euriavn and Gloi If* of
Heavenly LI fa A Cilhnpje of llie
tiin&’rf
Hour in Kternitj^
YVASHIiffSTON, D. 'C.- 1:1 the following
discourse) prepaid hj Dr: Talmago before
his illness; a vivid glimpse, of the splen
dors mid glorie; ouhraven'y iiie is pre
sented; text. Revelation viii, 1, “There
was silence in heaven about the space oi
half an hour.”
The busiest place.' in the universe is
heaven. It is tne centre from which ail
good influences rtaij; it is the goal at
which ail good resells arrive. The Bible
represents it as active with wheels anil
wiqgs and orchestras and procession.*
mounted or chariots. But my text de
scribes a space wheii the wheels ceased to
roll and the trumpets to sound .nnd the
voices to chant. The riders on the white
horses reined in their charges, The doxol-
Ogles were hushed and processions halted.
The hand of arrest Was Upon till the splen
dor, “Scop heaieiu ’ cried an omnipo
tent Voice, and it flopped. For thirty
minutes everything .'.celestial stood still.
“There was silence f i heaven about the
space of half an hour,”
From and wd ca:t leafn it is the onlj
time heaven ever stopped. l,t docs not
stop as other cities for tbe night, for there
is no night there. It does not stop for a
plague, for the inhabitant never says, “1
am sick.” It does not stop for bankrupt
cies, for its inhabitants never fail, it
does not stop for impassable streets, for
there are no faliertrsnows or sweeping
freshets. What, tHba, stopped it for thir
ty minutes? Grotius and I’rofessor Stuart
think it was at the time of the destruction
of Jerusalem. Mr. Lord thinks it was in
the year 311, between the close of the Dio
cletian persecution and the beginning o.
the wars by which Constantine gained the
throne. But that was ail a guess, though
a learned and brilliant guess. I do nor
know when it was and I do not care when
it was, but of the fact that such an inter
regnum of sound tool p’ace 1 am certain.
“There was silence in heaven about the
space of half an hour.”
And, first of ail, we learn that God and
all heaven then honored silence. The
longest nnd widest domain that ever ex
isted is that over which stillness was
queen. For an eternity there had not
been a sound. World making was a later
day occupation. For unimaginable ages
it was a mute universe. God was the on!v
being, and as there Was no one to speak
to there was no utterance. But that si
lence has all been broken sjijiri to
and it has become a
Worlds in upheaval, worlds
tion, worlds in conflagratior
revolution. ■^ r -
If geologists are r, .affiMul I believe
they are— there huMMßwen a moment ot
silence since tkrfWffu began its travels,
and the and the splitting and the
uproar anil the hubbub are ever in pro
gress. But when nnong the supernals a
voice cried, “Hush!"land for half an hour
heaven was still, silence was honored. The
full power of silence >nanv of us have yet
to learn. We are told that when Christ
was arraigned “He answered not a word.”
That silence was lcXPOfi than any thunder
that ever shook the world. Oftentimes
when we arc assailed and misreprSsentec.
the mightiest thing to say is to say noth
ing, and the mightiest thing to do is to do
nothing. Those people who are always
rushing into print to get themselves set
right accomplish nothing but their own
chagrin. Silence! Do right and leave-the
results with God. Among the grandest les
sons the u’orid has ever learned are the
lessons of patience taught by those who
endured uncomplainingly personal or do
mestic or political injustice. Stronger
than any bitter or sarcastic or revengeful
answer is the patient silence.
The famous Dr. Morrison, of Chelsea,
achieved as much by his silent patience as
by his pen and tongue. He had asthma
that for twenty-five years brought him
out of his couch at 2 o’clock each morning.
In my text heaven spared thirty min
utes, but it will never again spare one minj
ute. In worship in earthly churchsjj
where there are many to take part mr
have to counsel brevity, but how
heaven get on rapidly enough to lidrone
hundred and forty-four thousand' get
through each with his own story and
one hundred and forty-four million
then one hundred and forty-four/dbfffion
and then one hundred and forty-four trill
ion?
Not only are alt the triumphs of the
past to he commemorated, but all the
triumphs to come. Not only what we now
know of God, but what wo will know of
Him after everlasting study of the deific.
If my text had said there was silence in
heaven for thirty days, I would not have
been startled at the announcement, but it
indicates thirty minutes.
Why, there will be so many friends to
hunt up, so many of the greatly good and
useful that we will want to see, so many
of the inscrutable things of earth we will
need explained, so many exciting earthly
experiences we will want to talk over, and
all the other spirits and all the ages will
want the same, that there will be no more
opportunity for cessation.
How busy we will be kept in having
pointed out to us the heroes and heroines
that the world never fully appreciated—the
yellow fever and cholera doctors who died,
not flying from their posts; the female
nurses who laced pestilence in the laza
rettos; the railroad engineers who stayed
at their places in order to save the train
though they themselves perished. Hu
bert Goffin, the master miner, who, land
ing front the bucket at the bottom of the
mine just as lie heard the waters rush in
and when one jerk of the rope would have
lifted him into safety, put in the bucket a
blind miner who wanted to go to his sick
child, and jerked the rope for him to he
nulled up, crying, “Tell them the water
ha3 burst in anil we are probably lost, but
\ye will seek refuge at the other end of the
right gallery,” and then giving the com
mand to the other miners till they digged
themselves so near out that the people
from the outside could come to their res
cue. The multitudes of men and women
who got no crown on earth we will want
to see when thev get their crown in heav
en. I tell you heaven will have no more
half hours to spare.
Besides that, heaven is full of children.
They are in the vast majority. No child
on earth who amounts to anything can be
kept quiet half an hour, and how are you
going tojieep five hundred million of them
quiet half an hour? You know heaven i.-
much mere of a place than it was when
that recess of thirty minutPs occurred.
Its population has quadrupled, sextup’ed,
centupled.
Heaven has more on hand, more of rap
ture, more of knowledge, more of inter
communication, more of worship. The
most thrilling place we have ever been ir.
is stupid compared with that. and. if we
now have no time to spare, we will then
have no eternity to spare. Silence in heav
en only half an hour!
My subject also impresses me with the
immortality of a half hour. That half
hour mentioned in my text is more widely
known than any other period in the calen
dar of heaven. None of the whole hours
of heaven is measured off, none of the
years, none of the centuries. Oi the mill
ions of ages past and the millions of ages
to come not one is especially measured off
in the Bible. But the half hour of my
text is made immortal.
The only part of eternity that was t-v r
measured by the earthly timepiece w s
measured by the minute hand or my text.
Oh, the half hours! Thev decide every
thing. I am not asking whet you will ilo
with the years or months or days of your
life, but what of the half hours ? Teli me
the history of your half hours and I will
tell you the story of your whole life in
Eternity.
The right or wrong things Vou can think
in thirty minutes, the right or wrong
things you can say in thirty minutes, the
right or wrong things you can do in thir
ty minutes are glorious or baleful, inspir
ing or desperate.
Look out for the fragments of time.
They are pieces of eternity, It was the
half hours between shoeing horses that
made Elihu Burritt, the learned black*
kill ith i tile half hours between professional
calls as a physician that made Abercrom
bie the Christian jihilosOpher, the half
hours between his antics as schoolmaster
that made Salmon I’. Chase Chief Justice,
the half hours between shoe lasts that
made Henry Wilson Vice-President of the
United States, the half houre between
eanalboats that made James A. Garfield
President.
The half hour a day for good books or
bad books, the half hour a day for prayer
or indolence, the half hour a (lay for Help
ing others or blasting others, the half hour
before you go to business and the half
hour after you return from business—that
mak.es the difference between the scholar
and the igrtoraSnUs, between the Christian
and the infidel, betW’een the saint and the
demon, between triumph and catastrophe,
between liedven and heal,
The most tremendous things of your
life and mine were certain half hours. The
half hour wheii in the parsonage of a
country minister I resolved to become a
Christian, then and there, the half hour
when 1 decided to become a preacher of
the gospel, the half hour when Ifflrst re
alized that my sou was dead, the half hour
when I stood on the top of my house in
Oxford street anduKRV our church burn,
the half hour in wmlkH entered Jerusa
lem, the half hour ill stopped on
Mount Calvary, the half hN&jn which 1
stood on Mars Hill and inWfcL ten or
fifteen other half hours are the
of my life.
You may forget the name of the
years or most of the important events of
your existence, but those half hours, like
the half hour of ray text, will be immor
tal. I do not query what you will do with
the twentieth century, 1 do not querv
what you will do with this year, but whai.
will you do with the next half hour?
Upon that hinges your destiny, nnd dur
ing that some of you will receive the gospel
and make complete surrender, and during
that others of ypu wi'l make final .and fa
tnTrejection oi the full and free ana urgent
and impassioned offer of life eternal.
Oh, that the next half hour might be
the most glorious thirty minutes oi your
earthfv existence 1
Then there are those whose hearing is
so delicate that they get no satisfaction
when you describe the cash of the eter-
and they feel like saying, as
in Hudson, N. Y., said af-
me speak of the mighty chorus
of heaven, “That must he a great heaven,
but what will become of iny poor head?”
Yes, this half hour of my text is a still
experience. “There was silence in heaven
for half an hour.”
You will find the inhabitants nil at
home. Enter the King’s palace and take
only a glimpse, for we have only thirty
minutes for all heaven. "Is that Jesus?”
"Yes.’’ Just under the hair along His
forehead is the mark of a wound made by
a bunch of twisted brambles, and His foot
on the throne has on the round of His
instep another mark of a wound made by
a spike, and a scar on the palm of the
right hand and a scar on the palm of the
leit hand. But countenance!
What a smile! What
a loveliness I What/jjyverwhelming look
of kindness and Why, He looks as
if He had world! But come
on, for our time Do you see that
row of is the Apo3to!ic
rcov. Do you long reach of archi
tectural g!orit>fJiat is Martyr row. Do
you see structure? That is
the biggest heaven; that is “the
house of ipfi!'M®iansions.” Do you see
that wall,ilEa*/M e your eyes against its
burningf° r that is the wall of
bottom and amethyst
at t!ia|[Wfr river rolling through
ofEMp'eat metropolis? That is
cojtfjing which those who onre
AvfT on of the Hudson or the
aHabama <i'V/* Rhine or the Shannon
jiy, saw the like of this for
’clarity That is the chief river
of ,!®)right, so wide, so deep.
BujWhere are the asylums for
thtmmr’ off gwer. “The inhabitants are
are the hospitals for
the are all agile.” "Where
are the iJßnaries for the hlind and
deaf?” "IS all see and hear.” "Where
are the alaßiuses for the poor?” "They
ara all ml millionaires.” “Where are
the inebrS asylums?” "Why, there are
no saloonjßj “Where are the graveyards?”
“W 7 hv, thSJ, lever die.”
“Oh, le*l e go in and sec them!” you
say. K ottif, u cannot go in. There are
those whwlp mid never consent to let you
come ou®t in. You say, “Let me stay
here in place where they never sin,
where ver suffer, where they never
part.” liSPno! Our time is short, our
thirty minutes are almost gone. Come on!
We must get back to earth before this
half hour of heavenly silence breaks up,
for in your mortal state you cannot en
dure the pomp and splendor and resonance
when this half hour of silence is ended.
The day will come when you can see heav
en in full blast, but not now. I am now
only showing you heaven at the dullest
half hour ot all eternities. Come on!
There is something in the celestial ap
pearance which makes me think that the
half hour of silence will soon be over.
Yonder are the white horses being hitched
to chariots, and yonder are seraphs finger
ing harps as if about to strike them into
symphony, and yonder are conquerors
taking down from the blue halls of heav
en the trumpets of victory. Remember
we are mortal yet and cannot endure the
full roll of heavenly harmonies and can
not endure even the silent heaven for more
than half an hour.
Hark! The clock in the tower of heaven
begins to strike, and the half hour is end
ed. Descend! Come back! Come down
till your work is done. Shoulder a little
longer your burdens. Fight a little longer
your battles. Weep a little longer your
griefs. And then take heaven not in its
dullest half hour, but in its mightiest
pomp, and, instead of taking it for thirty
minutes, take it world without end.
But how will you spend the first half
hour of your heavenly citizenship after
you have gone in to stay? After your
prostration before the throne in worship
of ITim who made it possible for you to
get there at all I think the rest of your
first half hour in heaven will be passed in
receiving vour reward if you have been
faithful, t have a strangely beautiful book
containing the pictures of the medals
struck by the English Government in
honor of great battles. These medals are
pinned over the heart of the returned he
roes of the army on great occasions, the
royal family present and the rival bands
paving—the Crimean meda’, the medal
of the mutiny, the Victoria cross, the
Waterloo medal. In your first half hour
in heaven in some way you will be honored
for the earthly straggles in which you won
the day. Stand up lefore all the royal
house of heaven and receive the insignia
while you are announced as victor over
the drafts and freshets of the farm field,
victor over the temptations of the Stock
Exchange, victor over professional allure
ments, victor over domestic infelicities,
victor over mechanic’s shop, victor over
the storehouse, victor over home worri
ments, victor over physical distresses, vic
tor over hereditary depressions, victor
over sin and death and hell. Take the
badge that celebrates those victories
through our Lord Jesus Christ. Take it
in the presence of all the galleries, saintly,
angelic and divine, while all heaven
chants, “These arc they who came out of
great tribulation and had their robes
washed and made whit,' in the blood of
the Lamb.”
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GEN. HAMPTON DEAD
Distinguished Soldier and States*
man Goes to His Reward.
MOST NOTED CALVARY LEADER
Much Beloved and Honored Son of
South Carolina Crosses Over the
Dark River at His Home
in Columbia.
A special from Columbia, S. C., says:
General Wade Hampton died Friday
morning at 9 o’clock from valvular dis
ease of the heart. He had been uncon
scious for several hours.
The general had just passed his
eighty-fourth birthday. Twice the past
winter he has had attacks that greatly
weakened him, but he rallied wonder
fully on both occasions.
Today every town in South Carolina
is mourning the man who, considering
his combined services and achieve
ments in peace as well as war, is con
sidered the state's greatest son.
Tho end came somewhat unexpect
edly, as it was only within the preced
ing thirty six hours he was known to
be seriously ill. A few days ago the
general, after rallying from an attack
was able to take a drive about the city.
He Talked of Battles.
The general’s last moments were
painless. During the last few days he
had been talking constantly to long
departed friends and had again led to
victory the noble legion that followed
him to battle as a veritable war god.
Immediately the news spread over
town, schools were dismissed, social
functions called off and the bells tolled.
By noon the state house and confed
erate monument were draped in black.
The secretary of the treasury ordered
the flag at half mast.
Strong efforts were made to get the
family to consent to a state funeral,
but the general’s wish was that the j
last ceremonies should be as unosten
tatious as possible.
Proclamation by Governor.
Governor McSweeney Issued the fol
lowing proclamation:
"Whereas, The Honorable Wade
Hampton, a former governor of South
Carolina and a United States senator,
diedMfc his home in Columbia this
morning, at ten minutes* before *
o’clock, full of years and of honor;
therefore I, M. B. McSweeney, gover
nor of South Carolina, in recognition of
his distinguished services to his people
and his country, throughout his long
and honored career, and in further
recognition of his broad statesmanship
and true nobility of character and his
high patriotism and devotion to duty
and his state, do request that on to
morrow, Saturday, all public offices in
the state of South Carolina be closed,
and, as a further testimonial to his
worth, that the flags of the state and
of the United States be put at half
mast on the state capitol and all other
public buildings in the state, and re
main in that position until the funeral
services are held.”
Hampton as a Statesman.
Few figures that arose in the civil
war period to take a large part in
that struggle and fo act an even more
difficult part in the restoration of homo
rule in the sot liallenged and won
so completely the confidence and love
of the people of the south as did W ade
Hampton.
He won brilliant and lasting fame
as a commander of the Confederate
cavalry and has. a permanent place in
history as one of the great quartet of
which J. E. B. Stuart, N. B. Forest and
Joseph W’heeler are the other mem
bers. But splendid as was his war rec
ord, his services to his section and his
nation in a time that tried men’s souls
perhaps more severely than did the
armed conflict between the north and
the south, were greater.
But for his wonderfully cool courage,
his admirable judgment and his abso
lute determination during the compli
cations which occurred during the con
test over the presidency and political
rule of South Carolina ensuing upon
the presidential election of 1876 there
would surely have been a very serious
trouble, if not armed* conflict between
the people who felt that they had a
right to control the domestic concerns
of the southern states and had re
solved to do so. Great as are the claims
of W 7 ade Hampton to fame as a soldier
he is surely entitled to a still loftier
place as a practical statesman and a
preserver of national peace.
Because of his career during the po
litical storms of 1876 and 1877, he be
came a recognized leader of the Uni
ted States senate the very moment
that he entered that body.
RACES CLASH IN GOTHAM.
Shooting of Negro By a Policeman
Causes Small-Sized Riot.
Negroes and whites clashed in the
heart of the tenderloi ndistrict of New
York Friday night and as a result
some twelve or fifteen of the former
were badly beaten up.
The cause of this small-sized race
riot was the shooting of Holmes Eas
ley, a young negro, by a bicycle police
man.
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