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PUBLISHED WKKK1.Y. TUPELO. : i » 'mTssISSIPPL =-■=--i— . .. life is worth the living. I eare not what the world may say In malice or resentment; Within my heart abides to-day The spirit of contentment. While skies are blue and fields are green, And God is all forgiving. In spite of loss and pain, 1 ween This life Is worth the living. I am an optimist; I see In life more good than evil; More of my brothers bow the knee To Christ than to the devil; Against the allied powers of ill . The Soul of Good is striving; In spite of strife and evil still— This life is worth the living. Though bitter bread be ours to-day. And grief before us beckon. Breath cannot to us be but sweet, However it we reckon; Undreamed of blessings to us all Are every day arriving; There's more of honey than of gall— This life is worth the living. Let pessimists presume to sneer The Plan Divine concerning; I learn new trust w ith every year, v And broaden with the learning. Within my breast there grows to-day A psalm of glad thanksgiving, I care not who shall say me nay— This life is worth the living. —Arthur fl. Goodenough, in Boston Budget. | The Sparrows i i in the Square f | By S. RHETT ROMAN t m i icu »cii fumcuicu. IT She was growing elderly and somewhat overstout, and was by no means as active as she used* to be and she had fallen into the lazy habit of sitting aloof on some swajing branch overlooking her flock from a vantage ground of actual as well as mental elevation. Grisette, this bright spring after noon. quite plumed herself on vlie wisdom of her diplomacy one year ago, when she had induced the riot ous, turbulent sparrows to take lef uge in the square facing the ca thedral, the day there had been so much rioting and bloodshed along the levee front, when a large number of men, all dressed alike (soldiers, peo ple said they were), had marched up with guns on their shoulders and. standing in a long line across tin street, had fired into the crowd, wounding and killing many. Then they swept down the levee, driving everybody, a frightened, hud dled herd, before them. The sparrows rushed helter-skelter, fluttering to right and left, trying to get out of their way and the reach of their horrid guns, but several had fallen dead, ami had been trampled underfoot in the dust, for how could they guess the soldiers were going to shoot? Well, she had hurried them af frighted and panic-stricken into the quiet, beautiful garden, where orange trees were budding and all the spring flowers had begun to open their eyes and breathe out their fragrance. Two or three of the flock were missing when she called them around her. The sparrows were very quiet that afternoon and unhappy and thor oughly willing 1o stay inside the tall iron railing of the garden, where they could get rich food in the dark loam of the flower beds, and there were quantities of seeds which the gar l deners took so much pains to scat ty around, ready to be picked up. Grisette remembered how she had preached to her flock, of the many dangers of the turbulent levee, where men so often fight, and quar rel and give death blows, and street boys were always chasing them with sticks and stones. So she coaxed them to stay in the beautiful square, where only well dressed children came to play and run up and down, and people sat on benches under the trees and read books. It was not so much the quiet or the square which kept the sparrows there, or the crumbs of cake the children threw around so profusely, or the attractiveness of the branches of the big viorm tree in the corner, where they perched at night, as it was the sense of security they all felt inside the garden by contrast to the stormy scene of bloodshed and riot they had witnessed on Old Levee street that day when three of them had been done to death by the cruel soldiers. Grisette had taken advantage of their fright, and would lecture and remind them how reluctantly she came back from the respectable, de cent life they led on the clean well shaded avenue, back to the noise, confusion and dirt of the wicked, dis reputable levee. And gradually, when the organ pealed out and beautiful church mu sic filled the square, Grisette would coax and lead them in the cathedral, through an open window, and they would perch on the acanthus leaves of the tall columns supporting the galleries or in the rich molding of the niches where the statues of saints and apostles stood silent and motionless; or, if brave enough, up in the organ loft, where the singers practiced, and the pretty girl who sang Gounod’s “Ave Marie” so well whispered and laughed with the tenor, while the orgiinist played the opening fuge. Grisette’s hope was that her flock had learned to appreciate the delights of a calm, unruffled existence, secure from harm and molestation, and that never again would they care to leave the square, so full of delights, and the old cathedral, where they could listen to words of wisdom from a noble-looking old man, in white vest ments, who was always preaching “peace and good will towards men.” The wind, blowing in from the river, swayed the branches of the flowering almond where Grisette sat, giving it-a pleasant rocking mo tion, and looking around it the spar rows, some picking up crumbs under -s the benches, others fluttering gayly from tree to tree* Clrlset-t? felt con tented with life and present condi tions. There were only two of her .flock about whom she had misgivings, and they were Undoubtedly the ,wo most attractive and the best looking. “Say, Frivoll?; this is getting mo notonous. Aren’t you tired of this sort of life? 1 am. I like variety, and a few shindies. You remember that row in the French market,' when thnt, handsome fellow stubbed the girl who was selling flowers? And the time the mad dug ran down Old Levee street and bit the newsboy? How everybody shrieked and ran! It was rare fun. And the time when the big Norman horse, pulling the brewery wagon, ran over the child with the golden hair? Oh. it’s load* of fun on the levee. Here in this stupid garden it’s deadly! Nothing ever happens. People stroll in and out, £nd foolish children roll hoop* and scamper around. “There’s that old tramp again. I’m sick of him. Ah, there’s the prettj girl. She's the only interesting thing around here.” “Oh, no she isn’t,” Frivolle an swered. gayly, perching up by Dick'i side. “That good-looking, clever young fellow, the law student who lives across the street, and’studies hall the night, he's much more fascinat ing than the girl is. He’s got twie< her brains, and even if he is wile sometimes he has so much snap ant go one lias to like him. He’d make a mummy laugh." “Yes, he isn’t a bad fellow," Bol said, cocking hin head sideways It look at the young man who was striding down the broad gravel walk whistling softly, Ills laughing, keei gray eyes fixed intently on the glen tier young girl, sitting on a bench shaded by tall rustling leaves of c clump of banana trees. She wore a big straw hat and hei fingers were busy working bright rec roses on a bit- of cloth. funny to see how^ fond tbey are o1 each other. Or rather she is of him lie^s only amusing himself,” Frivollt said, swinging up -and down with gaj energy. “Sliows what a fool she is. I tolc you he had ten times her gumption,’ Dick remarked, eying them closely. “How fully industrious you are Can’t you waste some little time this exquisite spring evening? I)o put uj your work,” Stanley Feverslmm said gently pulling it away from her thrusting it in a small work basket and taking her hands in his. The young girl looked up with t laugh, a dimple showing, and dazzling little teeth and a lovely face, lit uj shyly by two soft hazel eyes. But neither Dick nor Frivolle couh hear what she said, because he stooi in front of her and laughed gayly Sitting down, he leaned his arm oi the back of the bench, took his hai off, to let the river breeze blow free ly over a broad white forehead am ruffle the dark hair, out of whicl he tried hard to keep the curl bj diligent brushing, but which insist ed on coming back on the slightesl provocation. “She’s pretty as girls, go. But lool at him for a beauty. He's going t< be a great man some day. He has eyes like a good-natured eagle,” Fri voile remarked. “And what’s more he is bored to death by this hum drum existence, same as we are lie’ll kick over the traces soon, see i he don’t,” Dick answered, watchinj with a critical eye the animated eon versation going on between Stanley Feversham and Claire, the sweet faced girl, who supported ht rsel: and her mother by the sale of won derful roses, and other flowers, sin knew so well how to work. “She’s a big fool not to do wha lie asks her.” Frivolle remarked, witl a gay twitter. “There's the Cathedral, and Peri Joslyn lives right across the way, anc if she wants to keep him by her side she better marry him now. It's jus1 like a silly girl to want to wait ant put things off. That’s the reason mei and women have so much trouble They are always standing in each oth er’s way, and in their own light. The; don’t know how to be happy.” Dick yawned and chirped, and hut tered about, and looked longingly a some cotton floats, going down ole Levee street, and one piled with bag: of rice, from which bright yellov grains fell on the rough stone pave ment as it lumbered heavily' by. A gang of street boys ran noisily, go ing down on the wharves to fish in tin river. One of them threw a brokei piece of glass among the sparrows Dick laughed. “Say, Frivolle, sup pose you and I cut this, and run away,' he urged. “There goes that blessec organ again. Mendelssohn or Bach I suppose. I’m so durned tired o that sort of music. I hope I’ll neve hear it again. Give me a hand organ and ragtime tunes. That’s the stuff I say. You remember that black-eyec Sicilian boy, Carlo Visanti? lie hac an organ for your life! Bet you any thing he’s playing right this minuti in the alley opening on old Levei street, where the sailors gather anc play cards and dice. “Lord, they have fun down there It’s not like this respectable, stupic place, where everybody behaves, anc the organ is everlastingly rolling ou THE LOBSTER’S ENEMIES. FUhe» That Peed on the Sea Bottoa Prey Upon and Destroy Many of Them. “The lobster,” said an old fisherman according to the New York Sun “has no greater enemy than the bot tom-feeding fishes—blackfish, codfish haddock, and so on, “They eat the lobster entire whei they find one that has just shed it: shell, when it is not only soft but pow erless, and they may disable a lobstei and then destroy it even when it is it fighting trim. Half a dozen blackfish for instance, might come across a lob ster and manage to bite off its legs anc so partially disable it. “The lobster is agile, a quick anc Jong jumper through the water, bu the blackfish is quicker and it can easi ly keep up; and the lobster finally di& abled, it quickly finishes it. In this u:-: , , Mm solemmnasseg and eanttques, and wed ding or funeral marches. “Down there they laugh and dance, and gamble and drink, and that hand some girl with red hair and black eyes sings fine songs. You remember how she slashed that schooner captain withi a knife. Well, she disappeared. The police never knew what became of her. But I do. I perched on the mast of the Carlotta, when she was towed down Old Basis canal. I saw her.” “Where did he take her?” Frivolle asked, craning her neek to watch the girl on the bench, who had covered her *face and geemed to be weeping. “None of your business, Miss In quisitive,” Dick answered, piping shrilly. “But that’s just why I like the levee, and the French market, and all those cafes and grog shops and funny places. Something is always happening, and there’s a lot of mystery and queer doings around.” “If you want amusement so much, watch those two. She won’t marry him, that’s evident. Says she can’t leave that feeble old lady she brings out here in the evenings. Now he’s get ting in a temper. He’s going to walk off; then she will be in despair. “What did I say? Did you see his face? A perfect thundercloud, and she’s weeping, of course. “Aren’t they silly? That’s a master ful fellow. Of course he’s going to make his way in the world and be a success, if the soft little fool only realized it. Don’t you call that a comedy?” “Not spicy enough for me,” Dick de clared. fluttering his wings impatient ly. “Come on, Frivolle. Let’s steal i away while Grisette is not looking. We will fly down to the Mariner’s Best and see what devilment they are up to. Come on.” With a gay, subdued twitter of de light Frivolle stole away by Dick’s side and flitetd off down Old Levee street. Grisette was listening to the choir practice which floated across the square in sweet, long-drawn notes, and only noticed the look of acute pain and anger on Stanley's face us he passed by with his usual long, elastic step, and, going through the gate, disap peared. But the other sparrows began to look around ueasily. “What’s become of Frivolle and • Dick? Have any of you seen them?” one of them inquired. “They're gone. Flew over the rail ing and went over on the levee as fast as they could. You need not expect to see them again. They’ll never come back here,” the old maid of the flock said, in wicked delight. “They have gone? Well, I’m not going to stay in this stupid place, either.” “Bon soir, meg amies,” said the lead er, as he flitted away. “If Beau thinks he’s going to leave me behind, he's very much mistaken. Here goes,” cried out the usual com panion of that faithless fellow. “Are we all going to desert Gris ette?” called out a plaintive little voice. She was young and good tem pered, but easily led astray. It was growing dark, and Grisette was so absorbed in Cherubini’s beau tiful music and the organ accompani ment, as it pealed out through the open stained-glass windows, and was so accustomed to let her little flock wander at will among the orange and palm trees, the flowering shrubs, the mignonettes and violets, and rose bushes of the beds, that she failed to notice how still the square had be come without the twittering of the sparrows. , Looking around, she saw the bowed figure of the weeping girl. “Poor child! Poor child! You are I too fair and too young for such bit ter tears. But take courage. He may comeback. Who knows? His heart strings were wrung like yours. How can he keep away?” Then Grisette fluttered down andbe 1 gan to call her flock around her. Her search was fruitless. Slowly ‘ the truth dawned on lirr, and, trem I ' blin.g with emotion, Grisette resumed . ! her perch on the swaying bough of the ; sweet almond bush. I | “They have gone! All gone and de i serted me. The voice of the levee • called them, and they have left me tc fall back into their wicked ways.” Grisette moaned softly. “They have deserted me. after all these years!” ■ The orgnnist. having dismissed the choir, was playing Mendelssohn. 1 Claire raised a sad white face from > her hands, and looked upward to where a few faint stars had set their sileflt - watch in the sky. “He will never come back, never!” • , she whispered, despairingly, pressing • I her hands together in bitter anguish I “Thp wnrl-H Inti pnllotl In’m ifc • ambitions and struggles and pleasures - and Ifc 1 as gone from me forever.” “My birds have left me. Oh, how 1 cruel. They have left me to1 a soli . tary life. Alt my loves, affections f and sweet solicitude have gone, and ' will never return. Would that I could , close my eyes forever on the world’s . ingratitude and emptiness.” I The whirr of a brickbat sped through 1 the air. With a soft cry Grisette fluttered and ; fell on the. dew-wet. grass. - With a laugh of delight a street boy I sped along the iron fence towards the levee. “Poor bird, how I envy yo.u!” the 1 young girl said, softly, as she rose 1 from the bench, and went slowly out > of the square.—N. O. Times-Democrat. way a blackfish might get away with a lobster of considerable size, i “The codfish gets many—very likely the codfish knows the haunts of the lobster better than men d.o. The skate, clumsy as it is, gets some; if it can blanket a lobster, get one of its big | fiap-like pectoral fins over it, the skate ’ ! gradually works the lobster up to its mouth, and holds it so while it eats it. The skate gets crabs in the same man ner, and there is a fish called the crab ‘ eater. “In fact,- there is constant warfare going on at the bottom of the sea among the dwellers there in the strug gle for existence, and the lobster among them has no greater enemy than the bottom-feeding fishes.” A Horae on Papa. Papa (who has been playing horse for three hours)—Now', Bobby, lets play' that horsey’s goin’ to take a rest. Bobby—No, papa; let’s play' he’s just had a rest.—Chicago American. -MISSISSIPPI THEN AND NOW The Grandeurs and Glories of Her Ante bellum Times* AN ELOQUENT ADDRESS BY BISHOP GALLOWAY At the Dedication of the New Capitol—“No State Ever Had Purer Patriots, Braver Leaders, Greater Statesmen, Manlier Men or Holier Women"—A New Era of Prosperity. “It Is Daybreak Everywhere." So unanimous and bo loud have been the praises of the oration of Bishop Charles B. Galloway, deliv ered on the occasion of the dedication of the new State capitol in Jackson, June 3, and so many of our readers having expressed a desire to possess it in print, we herewith publish the address in full: Bishop Galloway’s Address. Fellow-Mlssisslpplans, I.adles and Gen tlemen—I congratulate you upon the aus picious dawn of this great day—a uay that marks an era in the history of our beloved State—and bid you welcome to its bril liant and jubilant ceremonies. With glad hearts we hall the completion of a mag nificent structure, which will ever be the pride of our people, aud with patriotic reverence we dedicate it to the cause of human liberty and constitutional govern ment. Fair to the eye of beauty, every line and curve the perfection of grace and symmetry, it has ail the charm of an ar chitectural poem, and is awe-inspiring as a miracle in atone. As Keginald Ileber said of the Taj Mahal In India, it looks like "the conception of Titans and the handi work of jewelers." This splendid building represents the re fined taste, sturdy stscngth anil progressive spirit of an all-conquering people, and the freely given treasures of a proud common wealth. Consummate wisdom has been dis played In its planning and construction, it did not rise like the walls of Thebes at the strains of the Orphean lyre, but as wise meu planned and patriotic hands held the plumb-line, and critical eyes watched It grow from deep foundation to lofty dome. As we move out of the old capitol Idto the new, our prayer is that the glory of this latter house may exceed the former. Mighty memories linger around thaj old building, and honored names are assoc iated with Its sacred history. Wonderful scenes were enacted there—scenes tragic, heroic, and sometimes comic—that changed the currents of the century aud mightily af fected the nation's destiny. Though its walls are stained and bare our loving im aginations have adorned every square foot of space with the portraits of heroes and patriots, whose features grow stronger and dearer with passing years. Its heavy at mosphere is yet tremulous with the echoes of eloquent voices and the strange presence of conscious but unseen spirits. Those old corridors have felt the tread of giants, and in those halls mighty leaders, strug gling for political mastery, have won vic tory and met defeat. Dear old capitol— nnorlu n ...mt,,-,.', 1. II.. and historic memories—memories of peace and war—may the day long delay Its com ing when the violent hand of an aggressive commercialism will profane thy sacred pil lars and command that not one stone shall be left upon another. What marvelous changes have been wrought since the old capltol was first oc cupied In 1839! Then the white popula tion of this young commonwealth was only 178.607 ; now our aggregate citizenship is 1.570,000. Then there were only 454 stu dents In college; now there are over 3,000. Then there were only 8,373 pupils In the common schools; now there are 413,040, of whom 208,340 are colored. Mississippi was ordained hy Providence to a commanding position lu the sisterhood of American commonwealths. Our State Is fortunately located within those gentle, genial parallels of latitude lu which great results are wrought out under favorable conditions, and which have been the home and scone of the world’s grandest civili zations. With an average temperature dur ing the year of 04 degrees, with skies as soft as those that bend over Italy, with ^•alleys as productive and beautiful as the Tiile. with many streams that drain aud re fresh every foot of our soil, and laved by the tides of the world's mightiest river, we have all the geographical and topo graphical conditions that enter Into men tal. commercial and industrial empire. The musical name of Mississippi links to us the almriglnal history of America. Some of the most poetic and powerful In dian tribes claimed this as their beautiful and happy home. They roamed through the forests in search of game, and rowed up and dowu the rivers, their dipping and dripping oars keeping time with the heart beats of their Innocent hopes. If the stories of their brilliant feats had have been preserved and woven into literature by the genius of some J. Fennlmore Cooper, our American youth would have read with thrllliug interest tales equal to "The Deer Slayer” or "The I.ast of the Mohicans.” The pathetic story of the maid of Pasca goula and the mysterious music of our Southern sea on the trembling lyre of a Ilenry W. Longfellow would make melody like the song of Hiawatha. To these po etle sons of the forest we are indebted for the beautiful names given many of our streams and counties, aud for the charm ing traditions that have come down In the folklore of the generations. Mississippi began well. We have a mag nificent Inheritance in the character of our fathers who laid the foundation of this great commonwealth. They were not ad venturers and ignorant freebooters, but mostly men of education and wealth, seek ing better lands and more Inviting fields for the Investment of their capital and character. The best blood of the world flowed In their rich veins, and hy virtue of certain historic conditions It has kept sin gularly free from foreign admixture. 1 dare to affirm that the white population of Mississippi contains a larger per cent of pure American blood and orthodoxy In religious faith than any other section of the continent. Isms, social and religious, do not nourish in these parallels, and we have been but slightly affected by the Ill flux of foreign doctrines and customs. What a heritage of heroic and historic names have we to Are our souls aud stir everv noble ambition ! What manly cour age to be imitated ! What sublime achieve ments to be emulated ! What brilliant his tories to be repeated! What radiant vir tues to be reincarnated! No State ever had purer patriots or braver leaders, or greater statesmen or manlier men or holler women. Let me call the names of a few on the canonized roll of our heroes and sages. There was Jefferson Davis, our greatest chieftain and highest citizen and grandest hero, who led no army save at Mississippi’s command, and championed no principle or policy without her direction or cordial suoDort. In early years he was the pride of her chivalry ; at a later period her (D-aotmil ctutoamiin Hill] 1*1 in TDPT1 lpn<l er, and. In old age. her patriotic benedic tion. Ills splendid genius was Mississippi's rarest jewel : his teachings were her doc trines : his oblation of himself her sacrifice : his sufferings her bitterest pain ; his death her sorest bereavement, and would that his honored remains, sleeping on these Capi tol grounds, were her most sacred treas ure. He will ever be enthroned as the un crowned chief of an invisible republic of loving and loyal hearts. There was Sargent S. Prentiss, the al literative music of whose inspiring elo quence was only equaled by the majestic sweep of his infallible logic. Chief Justice Taney said : "If he were not the greatest of orators I would pronounce him the pro foundest of lawyers.” The handsome face, the eagle eye, the marvelously muslcai voice, the frail, crippled body and the vast, eager crowds hanging breathless upon bis ?;olden speech, are the woof of many thrill ng stories of the earlier times, and form a picture hung up in every Southern home in the Southwest. The traditions of his triumphs In the court at Vicksburg, Jack ssn, New Orleans and elsewhere and the legends of his unrivaled eloquence on great national Issues addressed to enraptured thousands, belong to the forensic history of the last two generations. Political friends and foes alike accord him prominence. At the bar he was the acknowledged mas ter, whether stealing away the technical hearts of the stern judges or weaving a seductlvectale Into the honest ears of sworn Jurymen. When great orators are being discussed no other name Is mentioned in the same class with Sargent S. Prehtiss. He shines alone—a star of the first mag nitude. He yet reigns without a rival—no one daring to usurp his throne or wear his golden crown. The tall trees that stand sentinel over the grave of his sleep ing gen tup two, miles south of Natchez are drapd in long moss. Thus nature seems to provide ber own mourning emblems to perpetuate a nation's grief for her greatest orator. As the wind sighs gently through the moss-hung branches, a low, sweet dirge fails upon the ear and sweeps in solemn numbers' through the chambers of the soul. And thus through the passing days and years our soft Southern winds,give plain tive voice to America’s sorrow that the cruel grave claimed all too early her might iest master of eloquence and persuasive speech. When only 42 he fell asleep, the world filled with his fame, and a great nation gratefully bending at the feet of his majestic genius. There was Lucius Q. C. Lamar, whose stainless character and broad statesman ship and dauntless leadership Mississippi will ever proudly remember and delight to honor. He united In himself many of the distinguishing characteristics of America's grand senatorial triumvirate. Wcbsterlan in his masterful grasp of great constitutional principles, and as profound and unerring as Calhoun In the stately and steady march of his logical processes, he could at will command the imperial eloquence of Henry Clay In the illustration and enforcement of mighty argument. He was the tlrst Southern representative after the war to rift the darkness of our national skies and bring light Into the despairing parallels. The voice that spoke over the dead Sum ner, like another prophet In the wilderness, proclaimed the day-dawn of our national peace—the cloudless sunburst of our Fed eral immortality. Well has he been called “the inspired pacificator.” But time would fall me to tell of David Holmes, Mississippi’s tlrst and one of her greatest governors ; of MaJ. Thomas' Hinds, for whom this capltol county was named, who was as confidently trusted in civil life as he was proudly followed by his brave dragoons; of tieorge l’oindexter, the first codifier of Mississippi's laws, a great gov ernor and a greater senator, a figure of massive and majestic mould, the hero of Chapultepec, an accomplished gentleman and capable general of armies; of William H. Sharkey, the Chlqf Justice Marshall of Mississippi jurisprudence; of Edward C. Walthall, the Chevalier Bayard of the Southwest, a brilliant cavalry commander and an ideal senator; of Ethelbert Barks dale, the Sir Hubert Feel of Mississippi, a leader in any host, a premier In any cabi net, a peer la any realm, who In all his con spicuous political career never compro mised a principle or betrayed a cause or tied a field or deserted a friend ; of James Z. tieorge, the great commoner and able senator, the framer and expounder fit con stitutions; of John Marshall Stone, whose granite character was as majestic in the councils of peace as In the storm of war; and hundreds of others, In church and State, who are worthy to be held In high and everlasting honor. Theirs are the deeds which should not pass away, and names that must not wither though the earth forget her empires. Through all the eventful years of our history Mississippi manhood has stood many severe tests and vindicated every high confidence. Aa another Is to speak especially of that conclusive quadrennlum which began with the bugle blast of 1861, I am only permitted to say that the bril liant courage of our heroic legions was the astonishment of one army ana the udmira tlon of the other. And for the brave souls who bore the flag of their faith, with un falteriug steps, over every boleaguered height of battle plain, we have a reverence that Is little less than adoration. Veterans of the grandest battalion in all history, now war-worn and growing old, we uncover In your august presence and crave from each a hero's blessing. The Anal test of Southern character was not displayed in laying the broad founda tion of a new civilization ; not In the sol emn but tumultuous councils out of which was evolved our great system of govern ment : not In the historic halls of State tv iwv i c s iiaun auufi^iru UM l IIW IliUSLClJ over national principles and policies; not in the splendid valor of her sons In the storm and red rain of ferritic battles ; not in the military genius of her peerless cap tains. pronounced by critics to be the great est marshals of modern times, but in their serene fortitude and unyielding heroism and unconquerable spirit after the storm of battle had ceased and they were left with only "the scarred and charred remains of the tire and tempest.” Surpassing the splendor of their courage In battle was the grandeur of their fortitude In defeat. The sublimest hour in the Southern soldier's life wns the time of his pathetic home coming. I have seen paintings representing the returned Confederate soldier, which. In my judgment, is not true to the facts of history. He stands In tattered garments amid the ruin of his home, the gate fallen from Its hinges, weeds covering the door step, lennlng upon hts old musket, with a downcast look and a broken heart. As a matter of fact he only waited long enough to greet the faithful wife whom he had not seen for four stormy years and kiss the dear children who had grown out of his recollection, and then with grim deter mination put his hand to the stern task of reconstructing his once beautiful home and rebuilding his shattered fortunes on other and broader foundations. Men of principle never falter, though they fall. They felt the bitterness of defeat, but not the hor rors of desnalr. How these brave men, the sons of affluence, addressed themselves to the grinding condition of sudden and humiliating poverty, can never be described by mortal tongue or pen. And oil I those pitiless years of recon struction ! Worse than the calamities of war were “the desolating furies of peace.” No proud people ever suffered such indig nities or endured such humiliation and degradation. More heartless than the rob ber hands that infested Germany after the Thirty Years' War were the hordes of plun derers and vultures who fed and fattened upon the disarmed and helpless South. Tnelr ferocious greed knew no satiety, and their shameless rapacity sought to strip us to the skin. As Judge Jere ltlack. with characteristic vividness and vigor, said, "Their felonious fingers were long enough to reach into the pockets of posterity. They coined the industry of future genera tions into cash and snatched the inherit ance from children whose fathers are un born. A conflagration sweeping over the State from one end to the other and de stroying every building and every article of personal property, would have been a visitation of mercy In comparison to the curse of such a government." Itut no brave people ever endured op pression and poverty with such calm dig nity and splendid self-restraint. And by dint of their own unconquerable spirit and tireless toll they saw their beautiful land rise from the ashes Into affluence. The South no longer "speaks with pathos or sighs the miserere.” She has risen from poverty and smiles at defeat. Out of the nre and tempest and baptism of blood our State has come undaunted In spirit and iu unfaltering faith in the future. It Is said that the green grass peacefully waving over the field of Waterloo the summer after ♦ ho fnmntio linHlo cno’ivouttwl tn I nrH Uv. ron, In his "Chllde Harold,” to exclaim : "How this red rain*has made the harvest grow !” So every battle plain that was once fur rowed by shot and shell and wet \*th the blood of brothers, now waves with the abun dant harvests of a new and larger life. The refluent wave has set in. After a long and bitter night the morning dawns. "It is daybreak everywhere.” The total taxable property in Mississippi is $241,000,000, and the rate of increase never had such an accelerated movement. Even within the past three years the as sessed valuation of property, real and per sonal, increased $52,713,217. The appro priations for education In the same period advanced $642,798. The bonded indebted ness of the State has decreased $400,000, while the tax levy has been reduced from 6% to 6 mills on the dollar. The total amount, from State, county and city tax ation, devoted to education is $2,163.(98.97. The educational history of Mississippi is worthy of the highest honor. Dr.Mayo of Boston, a distinguished authority in such matters, made this emphatic state ment : "No other people In human history have made an effort so remarkable as the people of the South in re-establishing their schools and colleges. "Last year," he said, speaking as far back as 18H8, “these six teen States paid nearly $1,000,000 each for educational purposes, a sum greater, according to their means, than ten times the amount now paid by most of the New England States.” According to per capita wealth, Mississippi ranks first among the States of this Union in her contributions to education, and in the amount devoted to this great cause, out of the State's total appropriations, she has no equal in the whole world. Mississippi has been a gen uine friend of sound learning from the days of her territorial minority. Her first legislative act was to charter a college. She built school houses In the footprints of the retreating savages, and has trained and sent out into the various walks of life some of the noblest names in our national history. And believing it vital to the very exist ence of a democracy, there will never be any abatement of patriotic laws, and work ing out the mighty problems of a govern ment of the people, tor the people and by the people. From these basal and eternal principles let us never be severed or alien ated. The wisdom of our great national com pact, said by Mr. Gladstone to be the most wonderful uninspired document ever strnck from the human brain. Is evidenced If we study political history. The French people had five written constitutions in ten years —the constitution of 1791, of ’93, of ’95, of ’97 and of ’99. One In every two years, "passing through the revolution like the pictures In a magic lantern. Ours has stood the test of the world’s most eventful cen tury and has become the model ror all modern republics. And In this connection I will farther .. . . * venture to modestly suggest that In the future Increased emphasis will be placed upon conatructtve statesmanship. We want builders rather than destroyers—leaders and not mere objectors—the hammer stroke Instead of the bugle note. We want com manders who will not only give warning of the dongerous course to lie shunned, but Will point out the path of progress to be pursued. The destructive critic has his place and Is not without a defibnite value, but he leaves no monuments—only ruins. Criticism, when dlscrimlnMng and sincere. Is wholesome and necessary, but becomes pernicious when It hardens Into a habit. My ardent ambition for the South Is that she will not sit forever lu the opposition benches, but develop a generation of mighty leaders of creative and constructive genius, each with all the seven lamps of ar- . chltecture in his strong, brave hand, build ing and painting for the eternities. Far better the altruistic spirit of the old patri arch who dug a well in the wilderness at which a thousand generations have been refreshed than the violent communistic hands that would pull down the Vendome column and* gloat over its magnificent frag ments. I cannot withhold reference to another matter of vital and far-reaching concern to Mississippi. A most delicate and yet stupendous task has been imposed upon us a task of growing out of our relation to another race In our urtdst, and upon the right performance of which our material prosperity and even the security of our civilization largely depends. Mr. Bryce, the fairest and most philo sophical foreign student of our civil and social institutions, in his "American Com monwealth” has ventured this cand'd opin ion : "The problem which confronts the South is one of the- greatest secular prob lems of the world, presented here in a form of peculiar difficulty. The present dif ferences between the African and the Eu ropean race are the product of a thousand years, while one race was advancing in the temperate zone, and the other remain ing stationary In the torrid zone, and cen turies must pass before their relations as fellow-citizens and neighbors can be prop erly adjusted in America." That, I hon estly believe. Is tpo somber a view. It dis counts those great redemptive and elevat ing forces that give meaning and inspira tion to our Christian civilization. But it is a momentous fact that the full force of that perplexing problem is most keenly felt here in Mississippi, where the races are go evenly divided. I make no apology for any failure or neglect on our part, but I believe the dominant desire of our people has been to deal justly and do right. And wherein we have failed the fault has not been all our own. While gratefully according the purest motives and largest benevolence to many friends in the North. I am constrained to say that the problem of the negro has often been dangerously accentuated and made perilously perplexing by a policy of intru sion and hasty criticism. And although in many instances the criticisms were kindly meant and even well deserved, yet their necessary effect has been to hinder rather than to help—to hurt and not to heal. Every effort from the outside—es recially every legislative and political ef ort—based on mistrust and censure of the resident white people, lias tended to put ruthlessly asunder what Providence has Joined together. That man was an unwise champion of the negroes who. allowing his indignation at the real or supposed wrongs to permit the statement that in a conflict of races the black man will lie no uneoual antatr omst. Decause u box of matches will be equal to a hundred Winchester rifles. The very suggestion must strike every humane person with horror. 1 give It, feiluw-MIsslsglpplans. as my de liberate judgment, that there can never be any ju»t and permanent adjustment of this stupendous problem that does not enlist the cordial and enlightened co-opera tion of the white people with whom the negro iqust forever dwell. And any policy which tends to Inflame prejudice and widen the racial chasm, postpones indefinitely the Anal triumph of the Son of Man among the sons of men. if the poor black man is never to have a friend and brothekr In his Southern white neighbor, one or the other must move out. Enemies cannot live on adjoining lots without perpetual conflict. And now that the matured and best sentiment of the North has reached the conclusion that past policies having failed, this grave problem should be left to the Southern people for solution ; our honor, ability and magnanimity are put to the crucial test. That we will disappoint the confidence and hope of the nation, we must not indulge a fear. What the future of the American negro is to be 1 do not pre sume to predict. I believe In doing imme diate duty and leaving results to Him who knows the end from the beginning. But 1 do insist that the negro should have equal opportunity with every American citizen to fulfill; that at no distant day this won derful valley will be the pulsing center of the Industry, the wealth and power of this great nation. Mighty possibilities sleep In this sacred soil and mighty destinies await us, when brilliant prophecy shall be converted into heroic history. It is said that Henry Clay, w’nen cross ing the summits of the Alleghany moun tains on one occasion, alighted from the stage coach and stood, silently, reverently, for some minutes, as if listening for dis tant echoes. Friends at length asked, "Mr. Clay, for what are you listening V” The great tribune of the people replied, "1 am listening for the footsteps of the coming millions." Brothers of a common heritage, that was not all a dream. No doubt that prophetic genius of statesmanship and lofty patriotism, heard the thunder of the mighty millions moving up and down this valley of the Mississippi from its source to the sea. and from the Uoekies to the Allegha nies, building and extending a civilization that was to be the glory of America—the miracle of history—the wonder of the world. You will pardon me on this day of our rejoicing, if I make earnest appeal to Mis sissippians to seek the old paths in which our constitutional fathers so devoutly walked. While adopting new methods to meet the changing conditions of the stren uous years, catching the spirit and keeping step with the commercial and industrial genius of this restless age—let us hold with an unfaltering grasp the great basal prin ciples upon which our government was built and put restored emphasis upon an unselfish and untainted patriotism. Jeal ous and tenacious adherence thereto is the condition of national Integrity and progress. We must ever keep in mind the met, so eloquently suueu uy uuotuer, iuai, “the stones upon which the temple of American liberty was built are the only stones upon which It shall ever be able to stand.” These great political verities, so admira bly summarized by Thomas Jefferson, in his first Inaugural address in 1801, I crave the privilege of repeating and commend ing : “Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce and honest friendship with all nations—entangling al liances with none; the support of the State government In all their rights, as the most competent administration of our do mestic concerns; the preservation of the Federal government fh its whole constitu tional vigor, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad ; a jeal ous care of the right of election by the people; a mild and safe correction of abuses, which are lopped by the sword of revolution, when peaceable remedies are unprovided: absolute acquiescence In the decisions of the majority, the vital princi ple of the republic, from which there Is no appeal but to force, the vital principle and Immediate parent of despotism ; a well dls clplined militia, our best reliance lu peace and for the first moments In war. until regulars can relieve them : the supremacy of the civil over the military authority ; economy in the public expense, that labor may be lightly burdened; the honest pay ment of our debts and sacred preservation of the public faith; encouragement or ag riculture. and »of commerce as Its hand maid ; the diffusion of Information and the arraignment of all abuses of the bar of public reason ; freedom of religion, freedom of press, freedom of person under the pro tection of habeas corpus ; and trial by ju ries Impartially selected.” By these fundamental principles the na tion has been wonderfully guided. Let them continue to be the creed of our political faith, the text of those who occupy public place. Guard them with the reverence of a religious faith. There Is urgent demand for the re-en thronement of the lofty political ideals of our fathers in the South. Some things In that old civilization are happily gone never to return ; others should outlast the splen dor of the stars. The standards of per sonal and political honor which w£re em braced with the sacredness of a sacrament, should be preserved In their integrity and entirety. Any slight departure therefrom was visited by a firm, swift, social and po litical condemnation from which there was neither pardon nor reprieve. The states men of those halcyon days may not have been “practical politicians,” as the phrase now goes; they cared little for great wealth and deplored the spirit of the gross com mercialism : but they were men of sensitive honor, distinguished courtesy and high-born chivalry. They put Integrity above posi tion, and scorned political preferment on which was the faintest suspicion of Im moral taint. The typical plantation of the old South was a school of character distinct and dis gulshed. For generosity and magnanimity its sons had no peers, and In queenly grace and beauty Its daughters had no rivals. The abode of plenty, It developed gener osity : the home of hospitality, Ft was the educator of courtesy and refinement; af fording learned leisure. It was at once a school of fine arts and national politics; accustomed to affluence. It encouraged ele gance ; proud of pure blood and family tra ditions, It was tne teacher of dignity and stainless honor. Sons of such an Illus trious ancestry, let us emulate their noble examples and reincarnate their splendid virtues. Goethe’s advice, "Be true to the dream of thy youth,” is as good for a nation as an Individual. Those wore- aolld prin ciples and golden dreams that Inspired the splendid ambitions and undaunted heroism of this young republic— dreams of a tree people, making and administering therein himself the highest purposes of an all-wise and beneficent Providence. I rejoice In the assurance that sectional ism Is vanishing from onr national coun cils. and 1 am bold to affirm that if its spirit Is ever revived the South can claim acquittal from all blame therefor. The nation has hgd enough of geographical poli cies. Senator Lamar, from his place In the senate of the United States, and speak ing for the whole South, uttered these tre mendously significant words : “From the day of the surrender of her armies to the present moment In no part of her vast tei ritory has one single hand of Insurrection been raised against the authority of the American Union." And It was another gal lant Mlssissipplan who, with eloquent speech, and a far more eloquent armless sleeve at his side. In the early years after the war. gave expression to this soulful sentiment : "We nave given the parol of soldiers to maintain the honor of the Fed eral government and the integrity of the constitutional union of these States Tne redemption of this pledge has become uqr political faith." The time has come, .therefore, for us to claim and demand the full fellowship end absolute confidence of our great national brotherhood. The fidelity of our people to their political covenant and their loyxlty to the flag that floats over them, have been attested by the valor they have -Uuplayed and the blood they have freely split, The explosion of the Maine In Havana harbor was first heard in our Southern shores, and Its awful echoes, louder than any blast of trumpet, was a call to arms. And the first valiant American to respond to that call of country was a son of the South And the largest volunteer enlistment tifr that Spanish war, among all the States of the Union, was from a Southern common wealth. We have a right, therefore, to protest against being kept on perpetual probation, lx the South contains a statesman with eminent qualifications Xor the presidency of this great nation, there shohld be no hesi tancy in urging his nomination and elec tion. In England, the white and rod roses of York and Lancaster "bloom on the same stem," and In patriotic service to country there Is no distinction between Koundbead and Cavalier. On the sides of the same monument in Citadel Square, Quebec, are the names of Wolfe and Montcalm, oppos ing generals, who were killed in the same battle on the heights of Abraham. And today England Is appreciative, even to pro fusencss, of the Boers, her late stubborn enemies in South Africa. Boer generals have been received In London with almost royal honors, have dined at the king’s ta ble. and the colonial secretary, recently returned from South Africa, rs eloquent to extravagance in praise of Uie sustained courage and splendid leadership of Kruger's stern battalions. England's effort now is to make loyal subjects cot of honest and determined foes. She has learned in the school of bitter experience that great fun damental doctrine so admirably stated by Edmond Burke, that "a nation is not gov erned. which is perpetually to he con quered.” If the same generous judgments and gen uine brotherhood and broad statesmanship obtain In America, what could he more ap propriate than for Virginia to place in atflfllflrv Hull ilf W-iahlmrt/.n » Ln«/.l.. of that peerless patriot and flawless char acter and stainless Christian and dauntless leader, Gen. Itobt. K. Lee? "Ah, Muse, you dare not claim A nobler name than he. Nor nobler man has less of blame. Nor blameless man has purer name. Nor purer name hath grander fame. Nor fame—another Lee.” When William McKinley, himself a gal lant soldier. In the magnanimity of bis great soul, and voicing the sentiment of a reunited nation, proposed that the govern ment should garland and protect tho graves of our Confederate dead, the angels of a new apocalypse swept through our Ameri can heavens and sang again , the song of the Judean hills, “peace on earth, good will to men.” This nation Is more united iu heart and hope today than ever in its his tory. The honor of our flag is as dear to the sons of the South as the North, and wrapped in its glorious folds, they have been laid to sleep in the same heroic grave. I cannot forget thatj we were “One people in our early prime. One In our stormy youth. Drinking one stream of human thought One sprig of heavenly truth." And I trust that we may forever fight the battles of our God and country under a common flag, on which there is a star which answers to the proud name of Mis sissippi. And from such a wide national outlook there will come immediate and permahent blessing to these Southern States. There Is profound political philosophy in the nt terance of a distinguished Mississippi statesman, that: "The one great need of the South Is a great national inspiration nationally recognized.” Let the wide sweep of our horizon take in the whole nation. Our domestic troubles may find easier solution in the broadening of our political activities. Passion ana provin cialism vanish in a perspective. But, above all else, let us put the em phasis on manhood. > The strenth of every nation is measured by the uuali’ty of its citizenship. "To no purpose is the country great if the men are small.” On the other hand, great men are the incarnation of great principles—and they alone type and determine the destiny of nations and civilizations. The glory of Greece went down with the decay of her men, and they declined witn their loss of faith and the lowering of their personal and national ideas. How sad the change ! There are yet the game soft skies and blue seas—the same purple hills and shadowy vales—the same Olympus and Aegean—but it is no longer the land of Ho mer and Pericles, of Hesiod and Demosthe nes. Greece lives only in memory. She has become little more than a national reminiscence. Let us remember, therefore, that the life of our country is not in things material. A nation cannot live by bread alone. The citizen must be enthroned above the work of his hands. Finally, I would urge upon all patri otic Mississippians an active participa tion in public affairs. Upon the statue of Renjainln II. Ilili in the capitol at At lanta. Ga.. a statue erected to that great senator, the echoes of whose strangely mu sical voice yet thrill the heart of Southern patriotism like the notes of a bugle, are these words, spoken by himself: “Who saves his country saves all things, and all things saved will bless him. “Who lets his country die, lets all thing? die, and all things dying will curse him.” That sentiment I would engrave upon the heart of every young Mlssissippian and make it the inspiration of every patriotic service. One as much betrays his country by disregarding her needs as in deserting her colors. Patriotic activity in miblic affairs Is the present and imperial demand upon every American citizen, and the hum blest service. If courageously and consci entiously performed, will be of infinitely more value to the State than the dignified dawdling of some petted lounger in con spicuous place. I have seen It stated that along the line of the great Siberian railway men are stationed at certain short distances, each furnished with a green, flag bj day and a green lantern at night. By the waving of these the engineers are assured of a clear and safe track and confidently fly over the steel rails with the speed of the wind. They are never out of sight of a waving flag or a swinging light. Theirs is a mod est and monotonous, but a most momen tous service. Oh. If I can do more good for the land I love—the lnnd which gave me birth and In whose generous bosom 1 hope to sleep at last—Tet me wave a flag In day time or swing a light in the darkness for the safe and swift passing of her triumphal car of progress down the track at the centuries. And now, fellow-MissIsslpplans. suffer me a concluding word. As we today dedicate this splendid structure to the cause of pure democracy—to truth, liberty, justice and righteousness—let It be an occasion for each sovereign citizen to replight bi» faith to the principles of the republic and repledge his devotion to the progress and prosperity of our great State. My sin cere hope Is that the fair faces with relied eyes that adorn the Interior of this fault less dome may not be simply triumphs of art. but true prophecies of that absolute and even-handed justice that shall distin guish the judicial, executive and legislative history of Mississippi for the coming years. 'May the golden eagle on the marvelously beautiful dome of this magnificent capltol fitly symbolize the Inspiring spirit of Mis sissippi ! Ijook at him, proud bird of Jove, perched on the pinnacle of this triumph of architecture, his undlmmed eye Is Hied upon the unclouded sun and his mighty pinions are outstretched ready to “Soar through heaven's unfathomable depths And bathe hlg plumage In the thunder's home.” So may this day of jubilee be the begin ning of larger plans and loftier hopes and wider visions, and grander achievements. Uilded by the earliest light of the morning and crowned with the mellow glory of each parting day, may this capltol also be a sym bol of the perpetual benediction vouch safed to our great commonwealth by a fa voring Providence. My earnest prayer for my native State is that Mississippi may ever rank among the greatest, strongest, purest, proudest and most prosperous commonwealths lu this mighty nation. And for the nation i have a vision, "simple in Its majesty, sub lime in Its beauty, best described in the eloquent words of our Incomparable l.u clus <J. C. I-amar. “It Is that or one grand, mighty, indivisible republic upon this con tinent, throwing its loving arms around all sections, omnipotent for protection, powerless for oppression, cjirslug none, blessing all.” '■•'-•-"V*-- ~'"*M ' '<*• ir i i 'i-'i Y #"**• -Y-; "jTir .... kjhv-r.'.v .