Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1850-01-16
Philip s. White.

Philip s. White. e
This distinguished Son of Temperance, not
less in intellectual vigor and beauty than in
the high grade he has attained in the Order he
so ably represents, arrived here on last Tues
day, and the day following delivered two ad'
dresses to the citizens of this community, the
effect of which will have lasting beneficial in.
~fiuences upon the moral progress and wealth Of
P%laquemine: indeed, his %eloquence, combined
with truths so beautifully illustrated, touching
the heart and the senses, came over our village
like the morning breeze from some exotic isle
laden with the sweets and perfumes Of a land
whose genial influe0e we have have just felt
aud which we would fain inhabit awakening
delightful sensations, and aspirations OF a pure
and ennobling character. He varies his dis.
course with graphically told anecdotes, aad by
descriptions of scenes and circumstances that
exalt the feelings to the highest apex OF su'
blimity or carries them away by the power of
pathetic inspiration-and, then, like a meteor he
dashes into metaphors of grand and imposing
language, like the mountain cataract or the
electric flash, that thrills the senses, and stamp
him as a man of gigantic intellectual powers.
The following lines, from the Louisville
Journal, are a just tribute to the exalted worth
and talents of Mr.. WHITE:
TO PHILIP s. WHITE,
G. P. w. p. Of the National Dirision, s.. Of T.
BY NJ. T. cARPESTER.
Among the brightest names thine " sbould stand,
To greece the annals Of our naive land,~
A beacon iight Of love. to all who fain
Would break inc terror of destruction's reign,
And calm the fears within the mothers breast,
And hid the anguished wife TO be at rest,
And feed the famished little ones, who long
Have only known the curse that follows wrong;
The blighting curse and intamy that clings
Unto those harmless, unprotected things,
Who draw their breath from him, who, day by day,
In dissipation l,ngs his life away;
Who browns within the accurst and maddening bowl,
The man, that once resided in his soul,
And leaves him ref Of feeling, hope and pride,
A bloated thing, to intamy allied,
O!great and glorious White, how much we owe
To thee, who in this world Of crime and woe,
Hast staid the march of that great monarch, vice,
Whose cravings all the world would not suffice:
But seemed TO grow-increase-as victims ca ne,
And offered up their every hope ofiame,
And life and happiness, to quench a thirst,
Which would be greater FAR, at last, than first.
Thon sawest this evil growing in our cline.
And saw its million victims stepped in crime;
lhou h@rd'sta cry Of anguish wildly rise
From widowed hearts, and saw the weeping eyes
And haggard cheeks, that once were brighta and fair.
A. -l sA. IL l--A.- II .-S. lo~-~
Ttom heard's st the mothers and the infants prayer
To the Eternal one. to shield and spare,
All that they loved from shame and crime aud death,
Thou saw and heard'st-and with thy living breath,
Before high Heaven didst then and there declare
A war, with that stern monarch of despair.
That should not end until the victory was won,
Or till in deaths dark shade had set thy sun.
Thine oath, by angel messengers ofIovc,
Who borne to Him who rules supreme above;
And midst the songs of love and harmony,
In Heavens bright page was registered OIL high.
Years have passed by, yet still, along our cline,
Thy mighty voice sweIls up in tones sublime,
Warning the youth to shnn the fatal bowl,
That drown in lasting shame the living soul;
Calling the father back from terror's reign,
To be the light and life 0fhome again,
And Weakening in the mothers breast anew.
The long lost hopes her earlier feelings knew:
And bidding fires on cherries hearths to glow,
Dispeling every trace Of want and woe,
And scattering peace and plenty all around,
Where penury and want were lately found,
The laureled hero coming from the strife,
Where thousand hearts have yielded up their life,
Wears not SO bright a halo round his name,
As that which keeps alive thine own proud fame:
For though his cause be sanctioned just and good,
His name must still stand lettered forth in blood,
While thine embaincd iuhearts made warm by thee,
Is cherished there in love and purity.