Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-12-15
An Eloquent Tribute tO the WO-
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 The following beautiful compliment to the daughters of Mississippi is from re- cent address delivered by en. Albert Pike, in De Soto county, Miss
 Mothers, wives, sisters. daughters of the men of Mississippi. cannot speak to you, No angel has touched my lips with the burning coals from the altar of the sacrifice. leave to others the fine phra. ses and the empty compliments that you would not value. What you have done in the past is sufficient guarantee of your heroism and devotion in the future You have more than rivaled. you have ex- celled the women of Saragossa and Verona and the Hebrew matrons and maidens who helped to defend the holy city of Jerusalem against the legions ot Vespasan. You will also do your duty in the days, dark or bright, that are to come lou will teach those who love your fidelity to principle amid all temptations to prefer honor to prosperity, and the dangerous truth to the safe and profitable falsehood; constancy and courage, and the manly and hopeful endurance that befts man. You are the conquerors who take all men captive. and whose silken ietiers, stronger than tempered steel we are glad and proud to wear Into our souls your eyes seem like stars, and We bow down and worship, and in love ind new strength to undertake great enterprises or endure great calami- t.es O! flowers brought to us by the an gels from the Garden of Paradise, you bloom here to bless, to encourage and to console. We are all your willing slaves. Age gives no exception from that service: l for, m the sud and sober autumn of our days We still covet the loving smile and ! loving look that can-be ours no more The sober autumn of cur days! For you the bright and glad anticipations of the future, the dreams that make youths hap pness for it's tue memories of the past. of joys and sorrows interminsled, of hopes aud loves, and bitter disappointments and cruel losses, of the days that are no more. Our country, also, our own dear Southland that you ioyo so well, las its memories oi the past, of glad, bright dawn and morning iull of promise, that darkened in- to d day full of gloom, terror and disaster Out ot that dstkncss the faces of nnr dead look sadly. and pityingly, and lovingly up on us They have not died in vain. The land they died for shall yet reap the frult of the great sacrifice. Our country, also, has it's hopes that are no, delusive for the future. To 1t, the sober autumn days have not cume-nor even those of lltes summer. For it, the rosy days of spring have not departed, though the inmortsiics planted by angels bloom on many graves, 
 How NOT TO MAKE X VILLAGE GROW. Ill you wish to keep a town rom thriving. dont put up any more build ings than you can conveniently occu- py yourselves. II you should accident ally have an empty dwelling and any one wants to rent it, ask him about three time, the value ot il. Demand d Shyiock price for every spot oi ground God has given you stewardship over. Turn d cold shoulder to every mechanic or business man who seeks home among you. Look at every new conner with scowl. Run down the work of every new workingman. Go abroad rather than trade with those who do business in your midst. Fail To adver- tise, SD that people abroad may not know whether any business is going on in your town or mol. Wrap yourself up wi,h coat ef impervious selfish ness. There is no more etfectual way to retard the growth of d town than actions like those enumerated.--Somer- set Messenger.
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