The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1881-05-27

IN the state whcrf MuhlenberS was born.
1t may DC said HAT such things should
not be touched upop on such an occasion
that they should bd forgotten but say 10
you, not so. They should never be forgot
ten, but be Remembered, that their like NAV
never recur. Let VI use the recollection of
them to fortify us irI the certainty of a reg.
olution that they shb II never occur again,
but that the lesson that shall be handed
down from generatiS On to generation shall be
that inscrbedupon dur columns, One People,
no North no South, 10 East, no West, com.
mon interest,
ONE COUNTRY, ONE DESTINY.
Let US make of this monument, and of other
like monuments, not objects Of local pride,
khpS q .netionak taisei6sanes: Let US not
was from our city, or our State" but let us
all, irrespective OF the latitude and long
i:uds of the places of our birth, shake
hands together and say, "This was our coun-
trymtu."
Let us teach our children to be too large
for anything smaller than nation to hold
them, Let us teach them to be too large
nationally to be confined within any imagi-
nary lines of county, township, or State, but
TO look for the limits of their nationality
only to those natural boundaries, which the
God of Nature has set as the frontier of our
domain. Let us teach them to say not Il
am efIthis State or of that" not II am \
Northerner, Soulherner, from the East or
from the West, but with head erect aud
glowing eye to proclaim unto the world, 81
am citizen of the United States"
Let this be the lesson which our column
shall teach, and this done, oh my friends,
old Daniel Morgan, "wagoner, warrior, pa
triot," whose part in all this pomp that fills
the circuit of the summer hills, is that his
grave is green-old Daniel Morgan, with
Washington and Howard and Pickens, will
look down from heavens battlemcnts upon
country greater and grauder than their
brightest dreams e'er pictured, and feel that
dead they have won greater and more en-
during victory than they won on the field of
Cowpens hundred years ago.
REvERIE OF THE FEMALE EDIToR.-
Miss Eva G. Kinney, on taking the cdito-
rial chair of the Ellis, Kansas, "Headlight,"
writes in tho following light headed way ::
GLOW glad we are we've got to be an edi-
tor at last. We always thought we knew
just how to run u paper, and now we've got
such splendid chance.
"We'll show those stupid men exactly
how it ought to be done. You won t catch
us getting into any fuses, or rows or any.
f,5o-Sue|7y'f e'fo- -prfnvipaf shiuy -ruuuius
paper
"We won't meddls in politics, and that
will save the trouble with politicians, and
well never swear-no, never. For the life
of us We cant sec the use cf swearing in a
printing Office 1t don't make type set it..
self up; it don't create items-unless YOU
happen to hit somebody with q club and
have to pay the costs-and it don't pick up
pie half so quick as fingers do. Yet the ed :
itors all think they can't run paper with
out it j.; but we'll show 'em.
"We're so glad we're an editor, and we're
going to make such lots of money we won't
spend 1t all for beer and cigars either. No,
indeed: We'll be benevolent and do good
with it. We'll give lots to the missionary
society-makc presents to all our friends
buy books and flowers for the poor, aud
oh yes maybe wen build q church and en-
dow cottage, and have our name painted
on ono Of the windows, with dcsgn.-
Yes. Of course we must have design on
the windoy. Let's see, pair of scissors
and paste pot would be appropriate; would
it not? Or boy with a rollor-but then
roller boys always have dirty faces, and the
artist wouldn't want to paint dirt, would
he
"lt's such fun to be an editor! Think
Of the sweet revenge we'll tax. when we
stuff the products of some aspiring genius
into the waste basket. And then with
what an exquisite thrill of pleasure we III take
our pen and write the author polite note,
telling him we would Fave been delighted
to publish his excellent article if we only
had room, and wonldn't he like to subscribe
tor our paper, or get Us up club? All,
we've had experience. That's the way the
men editors used to do by us when we were
only writer And swecter still will be
our revenge on those editors themselves,
who used to crush our budding genius with
! their cruelty polite sarcasms. There's that
horrld old bear of the Hay City Sentinel,
when he published our sweet little poem
about "Birdie," instead of remarking on the
smoothness of the measure, or pathos of its
sentiment, he intimatod that we'd been
| sighing for a lover. 1t wasn't true bit :;
but ah little did that rash man think we
were one day to be his peer.
ooh, dear it's getting late, and another
column Of type to go up, no copy ready
and all these advertisements behind time
but it's lots of fun to be an editor"
THE DYING BROKER.- A clergyman
stood by the bedside Of a dying broker and
said to him (: "My friend, thore are only
two roads for you to choose. One is mar.
row, contracted, thorny but it leads above