The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-10-09
BEECHER AND PHILLIPS.


An account of the meeting of Henri,
Ward Beecher and Wendell Phillips i
Chicago during the Star Lecture Cours,
last year is given in the Chicago Tri-
b@ne
| An incident of the course, wAich at the
time ttlacted considerable attention
was the bringing together for the first
time in tea years the two veterans of the
anti slavery movement, Beecher and
Phillips. Those who were present will
never forget the tenderness and nobility
of Phillips utterances Introducing
Beecher an address which, though all
too brief, was one of the most notable Of
Phillips graceful minor speeches. just
previous to their appearances on the
platform together, Beecher and Phillips
met In the parlor.studY of the Michigan
Avenue Baptist Church. To the few
friends who witnessed that interview the
event will ever be memorable. Phillips
was seated before the grate-fre with hls
back to the door, conversing with
friend, and did not notice Bcecher when
he entered. Bsecher, seeing him, quick
~ advanced to his side, and taking him
almost roughly by the shoulder, shook
him playfully, saying: swell, my old
friend, is this your greeting to me ?"
Phillips was on his feet In an instant,
and, with Doth hands, graaped
Bsecher's left hand, the right still being
on his shoulder. Phillips face seemed
Attained with delight, but Beecher seem
ed sad and melancholy after q second
glance. Thus they both stood, these
lions of anti-slavery agitation, leach
gazing at the other as if to note :he
changes that time had wrought until the
silence became embarrassing and painful
to those present, and some one uttered
commonplace about the pleasure it must
have given them to meet again.
This broke the spell, and Phillips
walking up and down with his hands
behind his back, began to recall the las,
time they had seen each other, which
proved to be near ten years before, on the
Cooper Union platform, during one OF
the stormy meetings of the anti slavery
faction during the early part of the war
Those were the good old days, when
we had something to. live tor,-weren',
they, Phillips ?" exclaimed Beecher ami
then stopping before Phillips, in tina,
soemnly droll manner which is inimits.
bly, Beecherian, he said with twinkle in !
his eye: why, Phillips. how must have
degenerated since those days /; I declare
| have entirely forgotten the smell of n
rotten egg !" VT
And / too; all my eggs are fresh
laid nowadays, Beecher,-not the faint |
est odor of the past in them. The mos,
| can get of them is cacLJe zoe and
men, returned Phillips, laughing.
After several salIies of this sort, Beech.
er grew sober again, and, otter a few
moments quiet, he SAID, with pathos in
his voice that revealed the feeling in hi
soul, "Ah Phillips, you and are get
ting old. I am, at least, for feel tina
there is nothing left now to fight against
-notuing that excites my antagonism as
did those questions of our younger da s.
They are settled, and you and l are of nc
account any longer"
Phillips had no time to reply, for the
hour had arrived for them to go on the
platform but those who heard his brie
address, before alluded TO, may now un>
derstnnd the secret Of its tenderness and /
pathetic references TO the past.
A SWooNING EPIDEMIC Hampton Court