The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1872-07-11
Az INDIGNANT EDITOR ON AMrn1c.n

.:, Aho iacIlty with which
titled snobbery imposes upon the ave-
pleasaLt reflections. Not In anv conn.
try OF the world is such genuine HOMAGE
paid the European nristocracv ~ IT.
never fails to receive from Americans.
Notwithstanding our boasted repnblican
simplicity. The pregnant hinges of no
European knee crooks half so grncionsly
ns our own-whenever the insignia Of
heraldry loom in sight. With us a coat
ui-"rins comes nearer consecratipe crime
:uau Tue acqultting verdict of dozen
!aiieS: IL ls absurd to pretend to
ueny IT, Honesty compels US to admit
!na1' spite OF ourselves, we feel it. cnrse
itIyet c"nnot shake it off. Like INV
other SILLY superstition, it is dif;cnlt to
get rid of. No man believes in ohostsW
on, no, of course mott Who does~;n
the daytime? We have no respect
Whatever for royalty-at distance: bnt
when the glitter of the tinsel actnollv
nashes upon our startled vision-when
the pomp Of heraldry and the pride OF
power come in personal contact with
our poor democratic senses-there's the
rno; this is the ''respcct" which makes
the calamity" of such long life! We
may boast there is nothing in name
that the mans the nun for a that and a.
that! That the gowd is but the guines's
stamp! That oil men are, and Of right
ought to be. free and equal-and vet the
very next minute the presence of NV
Lord will absolutely knock enough
Fourth of July out of us to set M a
score OF small republics withal! In the
language OF the poet,
why IS these things thus?"
1t surpasseth US, indeed, to toll! The
dnothl Seauton of the Greeks has never
compassed the psychological paradox
which nnderlies the reverence of the
clear Western grit for Eastern chaffi
we may fathom the passions, the preiu.
dlces, the impulses, the motives OF
human nature. when our inquiry is
directed otherwhere than to the inyesti-
CATION of this peculiar idiosyncracy; but
before this we must lay down eli our
metaphysical lore, baffled at the yery
outset.
The Lord Gordon humbug has inst
peen exposed IN New York city-wonder
now long before we shull have another
of the same sort? This Scotch noble.
man. eo'called, like prophet was no.
.hing IN hls own country. In New York
lie was everything. The Erie monopoly
got on lts knees to do him honor, and
Tree passes were crammed into the hand
ol MS valet over all the roads in the
country. Would his Lordship do Com.
modore Vanderbilt the honor to accent
ride in his palntial cars? Would his
High NIightiness repose his precious
limbs upon the plush sofa Of some mil.
iiona're, the while his lovely daughter.
Miss Sophronia Araminta, held his Iordlv
head? Would my Lord Gordon leave
the impress of his rosy lips upon the
tinkllng goblets of Fifth Avenuedledom
III New York? He would. He did. He
came. saw and conquered.
Lord Gordon had but two rules of ac-
tion-short and simple. The first was
TO get all he could; the second to keen
all he got. He needed not to paste these
IN his hat. jay Gould, Jim Fisk, Boss
Tweed. and even the great Tom Scott
himself, became but the puppets of his
Lordship's will. Stocks and bonds and
banks and bankers were at his command.
ana II his vaulting ambition had not
mail overleaped itself. he might even
now have New York city, with the Gus.
tom house TO boot, in the capacious
pockets of hin pantaloons.
Bnt Mas! in an evil hour, the dream
vanished. Arrested like a democratic
mortal and thrown iuto jail for swind
ling and ''actiug Lord without the title"
he proves to have been oil along nothing
but common clay. For the fiftieth time
in her not very short life, Miss Sophro-
MIA Arnmlnta las 6shed for Lord ami
caught lonfer. Determined never to
wed with sluggish blood, she still pines
upon the parent stem, the envy of those
who cannot reach her, the football of
those who can. How often are the
tender sensibilities of our darling wo-
men to be thus triaed with and SLOWLY
irittered away? The ''comipg man" is
here-the coming woman is come and
gone-when shall our weary eyes behold
IN real truth the coming Lord? We
tali, we faint. we fail, weary os watching
and waiting.
With fear and trembling we predict
that our next blooded visitor will be a
humbug also-and that Miss 8. A. will
be deceived again. This exploding of
the royal hnmbug carries about IS much
PRACTICAL warning with it as the explosion
OF q Kerosene oil can. The last one has
always Just gone to pieces-the next will
be non-explosive. Well-we shall see.
Ne,o Albany Ledger.