Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-03-04

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never tell what people will do" "Why, yes,
certainly, he is honest. Didn't you hear
how he got his money? His wife had an old
aunt who short time ago was removed by
kind Providence to another world. She
fell asleep in the Lord and left all the money
to him. Big streak of luck, wasn't it?"
But Ireland don't do business in that way
The poor mans union says: 1--WE are starv.
ing, you can take 80 much, or nothing; if
you try to get any more We will meet you
with pitchfork or club" The women
stand up and are dragged down by the hair in
defence of their principles. Thy have bayou
cts run through them without concealing their
purpose. They are for more privileges and
less price, and they don't care who knows it.
They demand it openly in the most honora,
BILE way. They don't play the hypoerite about
it at all. They are manly and noble about
lit.
Let the Irishman heed the advice of Wash
ington and he is all right. Gin union there
is strength" Omitted we stand, divided we
fall.'' Stand firmly boys, shoulder to shout
blood flows. like band of brothers, and the
green flag will yet wave triumphantly DER q
free people.
without guns. The world will feed you while
you are striving to get your rights. If you
don't work England herself will starve. She
can't eat her money, she has got to feed On
your labor-make her pay for it-and if you
are forced to starve and die in the gutter,
put in all the good work you can in the right
direction, before wrapping the drapery of
your couch around you and lying down t0
pleasant dreams. Do something that will
help benefit your race.
If this wave should ever roll far enough to
reach America want the grocery keeper
that sends me streaked butter, or syrup
made out of old rags, for six months at a
stretch, to trot off and talk about suing me
for his pay. Or have the butcher meet me
ia the street, and because had owed him q
little bill for eighteen months or two years,
draw down his eyebrows and look at me, as
though was felon, or as though he had
never sent me bologna with dog in it. Oh,
1 guess not. Most respectfully,
BUDD REEVE.
P. S.-As economy is one of the watch
words of Democracy, it will save postage
stamp to add postscript to this letter.
When Mr.. Washburn left here last fall, sup
posing he was member of Congress,
asked him to send me Commissioner
LIE Dues report on sugar. He failed to do
80 while he was member. Whether it was
because he had 80 much on his mind or
whether he was not aware of the uncertainty
of human events am unable to say.
Those old adsges "make hay while the sun
shines" and ''never put off till tomorrow
what can be done to-day" never struck me
with greater force-more peculiar force. As
it is decided that you are the legal represent
alive to Congress from this district, wish
you would send me that report. As the days
grow longer feel as though would like to
have something to sweetdkmy tea-and if it
has never been tried, it may be that dipping
the report into the cup will beat the sugar
itself. If it does I am all right. AS you
have been somewhat delayed by having Mr..
Washburn in your way for few months you
must be considerably behind with your regu-
lar duties. If you don't care to hire Charley
johnson for your private secretary let me
know and will do the best I can for you
myself. Or does Charley go with the seat?
Was the candidate elected to have him
thrown in to do the work in place of extra
pay or does the House furnish secretaries?
There are various opinions here in regard
to the contest. Many of Washburn's best
friends think he will be political cripple
for life. Then there are others who think
he is stone dead. am told that Dorillus
Morrison and Gov. Plllsbury have already
purchased Grape to put on their erms and
hats, and have made arrangements to meet
his remains at the depot when they arrive.
Let us for one moment turn our attention
from politics and talk about fortune. If I
could get photograph of your pluck could
make million dollars out of it. While there
are few who did not vote for you, there is
not one who is not loud in his praise and an
ardent admirer of your pluck. Every one of
them says, "Didn't he hang to him well9''
"Isn't he the devil on wheels?''
Even the public teachers and little chill
dren are reading with renewed interest that
old lesson: off at first you don't succeed, try,
try again."
thine will bring you your reward, etc., -
though money is piled up by the cord.
B. r.