The Osceola times., 1882-04-01


for the truth Of this remark with pain
hl fervor, for verify 4 say unto Won
that, in my memderiugs through
these low grounds OF sin aud sorrow,
it hath often happened that tbat por-
ton OF my earthly tabernacle, which
is gracefully encircled with the waist
band Of my breeches, hath travelled
for vittlcs and as the ass brayeth
for bis proyender, even so have /
been forced TO cry unto the children
Of Mamnon in the language Of my
text.
cmlDREE, HAVE YoU Any MEATf
II. therefore, We raise not the ",il-
tles,' how can ya have the staff. and
if We have not the staff how can We
support the life, and If We support not
the life, what in the thunder IS 20
become Of the country and the
proachersf will tell Won my agra
rian brc,heren, what will become of
you. Nou will sit, like the prodiEal
son among the swine, and dolefdily
sing,
want but &c yltilos - he,e btIiw,
And want that "viulos quick,
or shall wIpc my weeping eye,
And ihe bucket -oonly kiCk,
No we WON'T some clucklc-
headed brother viii say, "we will
arise aud 60 unto our merchant and
buy the fatted calf on tick" But
what If the merchant should say:
80 foolish and impecunious gen
Grafton, We saeketh after tick, hut no
tick shall be given you save the tick
Of the prophet Jonah >
You know, my brethren, he tried
to obey the Lord on tick, and the
consequence was that he got ducked
in the sea and swallowed by whale,
and walloped around generally, in a
way that made him git up and git.'
Just so will YOU get souscd in a sea of
trouble, swallowed by a whale OF
debt, and walloppcd aboutuutil you
will look meaner than the sneaking
"yallcr" " dog that Adam found stink
ing around his kitchen. aud has skunk
around the universal creation ever
since.
O, misguided brethren, are you
content to sit, like a legion Of Laz-
aruses, at your merchants doors,
and feed on the crumbs YOU can beg
from their bounty? Can you stand
up ike men and feel that You are
free born American citi2ans ass long
as you whine after others fol your
"yittlcst Then rise, rise We s!oih-
ful farmers, from the bog holes of
credit, soar alot on the blessed CON
sciousnoss ofhagiHg raised your "yit-
ties " and year after year you will
rise higher, and higher whom your
lives shall reach the scye and vel
low leaf YOU will perch ON the pin
acle Of independence, and, planting
the point Of your thumb on thc apex
Of your nose, YOU viii be able TO
twist your fingers in coatcmptuous
defiance at the hordos Of Shylocks
who lie in wait for the mvary farmer,
trying to gobble up all he makes by
furnishing him "vittlcs!' And when
the caterpillar, like the angel Of death
shall spread his wings on the blast.
and sweeping from cotton field, to
cotton field, shall gather into his ca
pacious stomach the crop Of the South
then rising from his feast, like an
eagle with bloody talons, shall startle
the land with his exultant scream Of
CHILDREN, WHERE'S YOUR 'ylrTAEs"
then You viii be able to smile "with
a smile that is chilJiilse and bland,
aad shout back the defiant answers
| got you that time old fellow, !
raised en- myself"
Then from every hilltop and ont
of eyssv valley, ten thousand, times
ten thousand sperrits Of just made
perfect" viii kick up their heels and
shout
BULLY FOR YOU.
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