Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1878-03-28
ON HIS TRAVELS.

oieBt CITY of MRcOmb : $50
SLEEPY"
Mr.. Bob Burdette thus writes
home to his paper, the Burlington
Hawkeye, from the town of Ma
comb, ILL.,:
Macomb is an ancient and a clas-
sical city. Few cities of the prairie
State can boast of greater antiquity
than the pride of McDonOugh
county. Shakespeare mentions it
when he writes, "To what base
uses we Macomb at last" or words
to that effect. Josephus referred
to it when he said, in a treaties on
domestic life and enjoyment, at
should be the first aim of every
man to Macomb happy" And that
he was right is evident from the
fact that, in spite Of the weather,
Macomb always is happy and con-
tented. The sweet singer had his
thoughts fixed on this busy, bright
little country metropolis when he
attuned his deathless harp to the
immortal strains of
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And first Macomb in which to store
His honey hour by hour.
1t was thinking of these ancient
traditions Of the capital of the State
of McDonough, no doubt, that in
duced me to Macomb the subject of
my last lecture there. AS usual, l
went there in company with rain
storm. 1t came down like water
spout. | was attended with more
cold water than any temperance
lecturer in the field. Mr.. L. Hol-
land, one of those good old friends
whom one will rush out into a
storm to shake hands with, and
who isn't a day older than ho was
when | and other good barefoot
urchins used to lay plans for gather
ing his grapes in Peoria (while,
perchance, he slumbered and slept
met me at the depot with an UNI
brella big enough to frighten old
Aquarius into commissions, and
offered to take me home on the
street cars. Declined with thanks,
fer the Macomb street cars have
not yet been adapted to passenger
service. But | went home with
him all the same, and enjoyed a
most delightful visit with some old
and some very new friends, the new
ones being some young Hollands
who have taken up life's cares and
marbles and trials ard shiny clubs
and dreams and autograph albums
and things since | said goodbye to
their father in Peoria.
A BREAKFAST WITH SCHUYLER COL
FAX.
| could sit and write about Ma
comb for six weeks, but won't.
came down to this city to lecture
last winter. How it did rain that
night, too. AT Bushnell l was way
laid by Captain Epperson, of the
Record; Schuyler Colfax, he told
me, was TO pass through Bushnell
the next morning at five o'clock.
lie would wait nearly an hour for a
connecting train. They had ar
ranged little breakfast party as a
surprise for him There would he
o great deal TO eat, nothing to drink,
and a little to say, ! must come.
reflected. 1t was twelve miles
from Maeomb 10 Bushpell.
couldn't get u train. ] would have
TO take team. The The roads we're not
Of the good, goodly, because it had
been raining on them for some
twenty-five years, oil and on; prln-
cipally on. But l yielded at last
and went down to Macomb by rail,
the team following overland to take
me back. 1t took me back.
We loft Mgcomb's a little before
midnight. II was darker than q
theological CONTROVERSY, 1t was
raining as though Aquarius had
got mad and Just kicked the whole
tail gate out Of his wagon. splIsh,
splash, splush, splosh, the horses
vent through the mud. 1t thun-
dered hard enough to sour a mans
temper Where the horses couldn't
wade they could swim, When it
didn't lightning you could reach