The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-08-02
POLITICAL.
SOUTHERN OUTRAGE.

The Duty of the Nation to Protect Equal
Rights in the South.
From the indianapolis Journal
trinity NJ. E. Church was crowded
TO repletion last night to hear the ser.
mon OF DR.. Bayliss suggested by the
0utrages upon the family of Senator
Twltchell, in Louisiana, with whict,
THIS community have become familiar
by reason of the funeral of Mrs. Helen
>! Il. Willis, in this city. last week.
Hundreds went away from the church
because of lack of room. The dis
course was listened to with the Deep
est interest, and three times the audi-
ence broke over the restraints of the
time and place, applauding loudly,
when, with earnest indignation, the
reverend gentleman spoke of the in.
suit heaped upon the memory of the
dead woman by the editor of the Sen.
tlnel, IN comparing her funeral to the
funeral OF strcet-car horse. But the
sermon speaks for ITSELF, 1t was as
follows:
Ps "a, 1--6: 0 Lord God, to whom VEN
Geance belongeth: o God, to whom ven
seance belongeth, show myself
Lore, how long shall the wicked, how long
shasl the wicked triumph How long shall
they utter and speak bad things, and an the
WORKS OF iniquity boast themselves? They
6reak in pieces the people, o Lord, and az
tlict thine heritage.
They STAY the widow and the stranger, and
Without knowing or intending st..
the psasmlst has here given us Il pic
ture OF large portions of the South,
and has furnished a form of prayer for
the stricken ones.
The trrth has beell forced upon u.s.:
tor we have had among us during the
past week 4 specticle which to many
OF us was appalling. We have follow.
ed to the grave the remains of u
woman who was killed by Southern
cruelty, anG we have seen following
her. III his solitary soEEow, man,
both OF whose arms have been DESTROY.
ed by bullets from rifle in the hands
OF Southerner. The woman is at
rest. The angry surges Of sectional
hate will sweep over her no more.
The crack OF the assassim's rifle can
not disturb hey sleep. She heard of
the murder of her kindred for the last
time. Let us congratulate her. The
brother is not so. He still lives
lives to remember the graves Of his
murdered kindred; lives to- look at
the meager stumps of his helpless
arms, and to be- reminded by them
every day of his life OF the malevo]ent
/ GOODNESS with which an assassin. in
open day, in the most conspicuously
public place in a Southern village de.
lberately fired TWENTY-FIVE shots at
h1m and his companions, and then
rotse 'mmolested away. Lives also to
thank that he has suffered all this in
country for whose freedoms and unity
he had received other wounds in open
WssE. Some of us have seen this man
sitting in the deep shadow Of his be-
reaFement, and absolutely 50 helpless
that friend was compelled to- sit by
aaad wipe for him the tears which ran
over his scared face as he. mourned
for his dead. We have seen him help
ed into carriage by friends who
foNnd it difficult to assist hi2a because
he had no arms for them to. take hold
OF and yet he could Tot 60 alone, be-
cause the same assassin had made
ghastly wounds in other pants, of his
body.
And rs we looked. some Of us wept,
partly for pity for him, partly for
shame for our country that is so STAIN
ecu by these infamies, and partly in y
sort OF helpless Indignation or impo-
tent rage that such is the structure of
oasr government, and such Its relation
to- society and public sentiment, that
saaeh outrages can be perpetrated by
the thousand, as they have Been. and
the guilty parties go free NO arrests
made, no indictments foalnA-a free
riot of blood.
This case comes home to us. We
hear of such instances Often but they
are far away. and distance robs them
Of their startling horribAeness. In
deed, in the peacefulness OF our North
ern society, it seems to us that the re-
ports must be exaggerations. It seems
incredible to us that in civilized society
t assassins should prowl about; day and
night, killing men for their opinions.
/ The most OF us had read Of this case,
but we gave little heed to it. We did
not hear the crack of the rifle, nor see
the cool murderer ride away when his
work was done. But the victim, ln-
expectedly to himself and us, finds
himself here for few Edays, and we
can see him, and hear him, and help
him bury his dead. Thus this truth
comes home to us, and we are compel
led to believe that political assassina-
ton is verify in America, as real, as
INSCRIPTIONS, as bloody, as awful, as
| the Secret Council and the Bridge of
Signs in Venice in the days of despot-
| ism.