The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-09-23

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Let rs teach our children, that while
they do not hate the North, to love the
South. y
''The South, cut loose from all the
moorings of common government, and
despising any port of safety which she
can reach only at the cost Of her honor,
does indeed present grand spectacle.
General Gordon closed with beautiful
apostrophe to the South, which met with
an enthusiastic response.
The Reform Canvass-Extrnct from
Speeches. OF NIessrs. Kennedy and Car
pentcr.
From General Kennedy's speech Mt
Marion, VIC make tho following extract,
showing erho pays The faces:
"We como next to the subject of taxa
ton. The taxes of tho State in its
palmy days amounted to $50, ,79O.5S.
In 1866, 81, 141, ,968, not including the
interest on the debt. Last year, it was
81 1858, 259.0 for tho State, and S5O1,-
097.32 for the Counties. Now, my
friends, who pays those taxes? It is the
hard working men, the laboring men
who pay all the taxes of country. They
who drive the plow and hoe the corn
throw money into the treasury of South
Carolina. If the taxes were lower, the
planter could afford to pay more for
labor, and you would got more than you
do to-day. Not only that, but in the
comforts that you desire to throw around
your little homes, in sugar, coffee and
tobacco, in all the luxuries you wish you
must pay two or three prices. Permit
me to impress this upon you by illustra-
tration. There was tavern once called
the Seven Holes and there were seven
figures upon its sign-board. There was
a King with his royal robes and crown
upon his head; and under him was writ
ten, I rule all Next him was minis
ter, with the blessed Bible in his hand,
and under him was written, L preach
all Next was q lawyer, with paper in
imaginary jury, and under him was writ
ten, I plead all Then there came a
doctor, with mortar. He was mixing
pills, and under the doctor was written,
Il kill ALL. Next was merchant, who
was measuring out calico, and under
him was written, I sell all. Then there
came clown, dressed up as you have
seen them in the circus, and under the
clown was written, 4 please all. But
away down in the corner of the board,
of to himself, there was man with his
coat of, his sleeves up, tho sweat pour
ing down bis face, spade in hands and
his foot on the spade, and under him
was written, Il pay all. He paid the
King. the minister, the doctor, the law
yer, the merchant and the clown. He
paid all. I tell you the labor Of the
country pays oil the taxes of the coun-
try; and ut the present rate Of taxation,
labor will bring less and less, and rs the
white people get poorer, the colored
people will be poorer too. We arc all in
the same boat, and whatever swamps
that boat will throw into the water the
white and colored man together.
'Now if we who own the lands in the
nous taxation, to keep them, how can
you keep them if you have to buy
them and pay the taxes too? It is i'm
possible"
Judge Carpenter thus closed his
speech:
81 never sought this nomination for
Governor; wanted to do battle under
tho banner of some Carolinian. Your
people put it upon me- 1t is your fight;
it will be your victory. If lost, it will
be your everlasting disgrace. If you
say you cannot vote for me because I
was in the Federal army, thank God, 1
have no such feeling towards you. I
yet have to lave the first quarrel with
Confederate soldier. When q man Of
fers his life for his honesty. am bound
to believe he is honest. Your soldiers
fought in q cause that they believed to
be holy and just, and your State sent to
its support as gallant men rs ever drew
sword or shouldered muskot. I honor
such men, and it is their memories I
wish to preserve from everlasting dis
homer. You cannot honor these men
more than I do. Their fame has spread
throughout tho whole land. It is o part
of my heritage; it is American proper
ty. Those who have gone down to their
graves in the discharge of duty, amid
the roar of cannon and tho flash of mus
kets, have sealed their fame forever and
it can never be defaced by man. It is
the song of the oceans that wash the
shores of this American continent.
The trees arc whispering and the brooks
arc murmuring their names; the very
air is peoplcd with the spirit of their no
bic resolves.
Their spirit wrap each dusky mountain;
Their memory sparkles in each fountain;
The ripping riil and rushing river
Roll mingled with their fame forever