Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-10-05

cas- filled the room; deadl CONSERVATION
y, the eitv- The old and hOnOred and
honest President went into little back
room. laid his watch on the wlndOw-slll,
took his knife, cut his throat Eere1 cut IL
fbera turned up his sleeve, severed this
vein that vein, then sat down to look a.
the minute-hand Of his watch and de.
The pride Of his heart came, trailing her
rich silks in the blood of her murdered
father. Murderedl Yes, murdered by the
Danites Of New York.
IN THE STATES PRISON OF NEW JERSEY.
Ispant last Sunday in the States prison
Of Trenton. l was sent there to see how
many men had left honor, heme, heart, all
things behind them, and entered the
gloomy, brown walls because of these de-
cOys in Wall street under the allurements
Of these Danites. Beginning with Bald
win, the President of the Newark Bank
who had been induced by them to steal
more than two millions Of money entrust-
ed to HIM, and ending with the State Sem
atOr who had been brought back from
Canada and sentenced to the State prison,
found FIRST and last more than twenty
OF these men who had appropriated the
money OF others to swell the millions Of
these New York Danites: these monsters
WHO have desOlated ten thousand homes:
these men who have reYeled in luxury,
bot never so much as grown blade of
grass or given one grain of wheat to the
world. From the grim windows of the
State prison you can see the asylum for
the insane. And how many have they.
these Danites, driven to this home Of pity?
We never can know.
And the men who have been driven into
exile in Canada and France and all over
the world, the men who have been tempted
70 ruin, are hiding their heads in shame,
While we not only protect, but even glOrify,
chronicle in the press, and give respectful
mention to the blOOd-stained Danites who
brought such ruin upon them and such
shame to the land.
HOW TO ESCAPE THE DANITEs.
You ask the remedy? Public sentiment.
The American people are a power and a
law that nothing can resist. A sentiment
with us is religion. When the people
/ come to see clearly that these millions are
rock on which the ship Of state may 60
to pieces; when these Danites see that the
mob may rise up and take these stolen
millions back again, we will cease to defy
! them and they Will cease to defy the law.
/ Why, we passed through much Of this
I years ago in California. We had the first
/ great stock board in America. We were
I suddenly race of gamblers in stocks.
I Why, you could not hire cook in your
I kitchen without having also a stock indi-
I Gator there, so that he could see himself
grow rich as he roasted your mutton. The
I thing became stencil in the nOstrils of
/ the people. The pulpit, the press, the
| brave and unsubsidized California press,
put the gambler down in the dirt, where
I he belonged, and to-day the grass is grow
I ing between the flags at the door of that
/ stock board.
One falls to wondering what will be the
/ end of the chiefest of these Danites. l
1 imagine / can see the great big man with
Z his rrraof hfrr rod banHc a1acuoI horI oxrc,-
\ his hundred millions lest one dollar might
/ fall out from the tightly-closed and big tat
/ fists. / can imagine ! see him sitting in
/ his great parlOr, in his splendid house,
/ late at night, the gas turned low and he
| all alone, sitting on his gold and leather
\ throne at his table, thinking, thinking;
thinking of his hundred millions of gold!
/ His hands clasp tight on the arms of his
I great gold and leather throne. But sud-
/ denly he sees some one sitting OppOsite;
I he sees in the dim, low light that it is an
/ old man; an old, bowed, humble and I'M
/ assuming servant he seems to be; but
/ what in the world is he doing with that
/ scythel 1t is not haying time; it is not
/ harvest time. What is the man doing
/ with scytheI What does he want here?
/ What is he going to cut down? All what
/ is he going 10 cut down with his scythe?
/ The great millionaire tries to cry QUIT He
\ tries to move his feet, his hands! His
/ hdnus Eoll on, uOWn, DOWN, Wlue open ana
empty; wide open and empty for the first
time. The great DANTE is dead!
The gold that with the sunlight lies
/ In bursting heaps at dawn,
The silver splitting from the skies
At night to walk upon:
The diamonds cleaning with the dew
He never saw, he never knew.
He got me gold, dug from the mud,
/ some silver crushed from stones;
! The gold was red with dead mems blood,
The silver black with grOans.
/ And when he died he mOaned aloud,
They'll make no pocket in my shrOud."
JOAQUIN MILLER.