The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1876-07-19
Two Dollars a Year.

+ burban residences, those decaying fence
J into splendidly wrought iron raiing-
+ those rugged country roads into pave,
J streets, lighted by gass lamps, and thos
; wasting fields into parks, pleasure drives
] orchards and gardens.
Why cannot some enterpri>ing Nissis
sippian originate in our State an industr'
of that character Why may not tn,
small farmers Of our State uniting thei
means sustain and enlarge it? And VIII,
will not foreign capital and skilled Labor
coming to our country, as they have gon,
to other lands, build up our wasting
fields, factories and manufacturing cities
What sites for new industries are in
our State. In the Northeast corner al
|. IlShomingo j. 4 mountain OF clear white
land. Beds OF lime rock are scat.
tered about it. Great forests stretch
round it on every side. The Tennessee
! river laves its base. And the coal
fields of Alabama are not far OIL Ma
ture seems to have selected that spot a.
the glass, lime and cement emporium of
the world. 4 few miles North of u,
lies a beautiful lake, ted by rivule.s
flowing from perennial springs embedded
in the hills by which it is surrounded
\ broad clear rapid stream flowing from
this basin falls into the Taliahatchie
river. The solitude of the beautiful spot
is broken by the rumbling of trains on a
neighborng railroad A horseman who
drinks from the lake in the morn
ing may rest at shutdown in the Delta Of
the Gazoo. That wonderful county
which tor ages will supply the world with
cotton, wants 10 better market and man
ufactory than mills upon the crystal lake
among the holly springs Of good Old Mar
shall. Often when a boy have | tished
in babblng brook which flows by my
old home, laughing rs II runs its rapid
course, among the giant pines which
shades its banks and stretch for miles on
either side of it. The moss covered ruins
of a saw mill stand upon its shore, like
n old hester left by departing genera
ton to point out to their children the
grand uses Of the place. Amidst orange
groves and magnolias, IN the land Of the
sea island cotton, where the song of the
mocking bird mingles with the music OF
the waves, an island harbor tenantess |
of ships reposcs on our Southern coast, !
Il splendid statue, waiting the Promo. !
thean spark Of Progress to warm it into
life.
These spots forged in the laboratory
of nature as foundations for great man |
ufacturng and commercial wealth lie |
scattered through our beautiful State, |
like the rich wild grapes which cluster
on her hIll-tops and valleys.
You, my countrymen, must gather |
these grapes from the vineyard Of wealth |
and press from them the sparkling wine /
Of prosperity,
No great thing was ever achieved by
nation which did not spring from the
children Of the soil At Steinkrk the
English had well nigh decimated the
French army. They charged the irwin
chile Swiss soldiery and scattered them
like chaff before the wind. Then Lux
umburg ordered forward the house.
hold troops-the sons Of La Belle
France. Swinging their muskets back
over their shoulders, sword in hand,
they charged the English. For Il moment
nothing was heard but the crash Of the !
bayonet and sabre. Then broken and /
defeated, the Islanders fell back down
the hill. While on the heights Of Stein
kirk, in the rays of the morning sun,
but victorious, stood the
household brigade, the heroes Of the army .
and the saviours of France
Now, in Mississippi, at the crisis of |
her fate, you sire called to check the adj !
vancing column of poverty, desolation
and ruin. You may let these invaders
ravage our beautiful plains, or you may
drive them back from another field like
tot -tpIr lro mil
a Cinderella in the ssterhood of States,
or you may raise her to pre-eminent
dignity and power. You, like old NOR
tality, may write the story Of your coun-
try's former greatness on the tomb OF
her buried hopes, or like the household
brigade, you may carve out iDr your
State a future on which ages will gaze
with wonder.
Last autumn stood on the gallery Of
my cabin home. a dark cloud had hung
for hours over the surrounding fields.
The pattering Of the rain on the windows
aud the signing Of the wind through the
weeping foliage made nature dreary and
sad, while the dull rumblIng Of distant
thunder added grandeur to the scene.
the fields were flooded with the
yellow rays of the setting sun. In the
East hung canopy Of carmine, amber
purple and gold. And in the light Of /
that November evening / saw in ideal
presence our native State, ROBBED like a
bride. in the wealth and beauty which
awaits her.
Her fields were carpeted with the pro-
ducts Of every zone. Splendid country
seats were scattered over her surface.
The land was covered with railroads and
canals, the rive. Hiled with shipping.
Great manufacturing and commercial
cities, reared their minerets On her
plains. And within hes broad armed .
ports slept the commerce Of the civilized 1
world
When that ideal shall have become
a realized hope, our State Will be one Of
the brightest jewels in proud Co!umbia's
crown.