Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1885-09-05
DEFENDER OF HOME,
Marriage Shall Not be Mocked Nor the
Wronged Husband Without
Redress.
Senator Voorhees, Great Argument in
the Defense of Captain John
son in the Trial at
Greenville.
Cincinnati Enquirer.

Captain Edward II. Johnson, recently
acquitted for the killing of Henry, at
Greenville, Tenn, has been put in
pamphlet form for general sale. The
Senator, after most pathetic sketch
of the accused, in which he paints the
once happy home circle, thus de-
scribes the sancity of home:
''More than thirty years ago the
American consul at Tunis died at that
distant place, and there was buried.
He was not great as a statesman,
jurist or warrior. He had never led
in council, court or field. Why was
it that one whose own name will
never perish as the benefactor of the
present and future generations and as
the muniticent patron of literature,
the arts and sciences, called back the
dust and bones that had lain 50 long
on the far-Off shores of the Mediterra-
mean? William w. COrcoran, the
most eminent citizen of the Republic
in the love and esteem of his country
men, simply asked his governments
permission to bring, at his own eX-
pense, the remains of John Howard
Payne home to rest in his native
land. And then on the 9Th day of
January, 1888, there gathered around
his grave in the little cemetery at
Tunis the representatives of the most
powerful nations of the earth. The
Christian and MOhommedan stood to-
gether and bent with reverence over
the hallowed spot where the Ameri-
can had slept so long on a foreign
shore. They carefully raised his crum-
bling coffin and tenderly preserved
every atom of his precious dust, and
then in a triple casket all his mortal
remains were covered with flowers,
and to the music of an immortal song
he started on his final voyage home.
"As the ship that bore him rode
into the harbor of New York, the au-
thOrities of that great metropolis rose
up to do him honor as if one of the
mighty dead had returned to earth.
The City Hall was opened, and there
his remains, although invisible, were
laid in state, while thousands and ten
thousands of people crowded by to
catch a glimpse of the outside Of the
coffin in which they repose. AT Wash
ingtOn City, the capital of a govern
ment of more than fifty-five millions
of people, the wanderer was hailed
with an ovation never to be forgotten
while American history endures.
Statesmen and heroes were his pail.
bearers distiction, culture and re-
tinement asked place at his funeral
ElOquence paid its lofty tribute, and
music, with its sweetest, richest, and
most imposing strains, welcomed
John Howard Payne to his fina
abode in the city of the dead.
"And why now were all these
honOrs without a parallel in human
history paid to his memory? All
how we'll you know the answer, how
quickly your swelling hearts respond
He wrote one song in which he EN-
bodied and embOsomed the most pre-
ci0us desire and the undying emotion
Of the universal heart of man, woman
and child. He wrote "HOme, Swee
Home" There are but fourteen
lines in this blessed song, including
the chorus, but it will live as long a
these blue mountains stand. Home
Home! Sweet, Sweet Home! 1t
strains have visited all lands and en-
circled the globe, they have ravisheC
the listening ear in the palaces o
royalty and wealth, in the peasant
lonely hut. John Howard Payn
sung the song of Home, he interpre
ted the human heart. "There is n
place like home," the poet cries an,
the whole world cries in union, "B
it ever so humble, there is no plac
like home"
"Can this be true; can this son
live if the defiler's step may cross tn
threshold of home with impunity
The habitatiOn may be built wit
boards, or the walls may be construC
ted of unhewn logs /; it may be a shi
ing on the mountain side, or a hove
in thevalley below; the bleak wind
of autumn and winter may blov
through it; the rains may descen
through its frail roof, and the leatht
string may be its latch-key by ola
and by night, but it is home, til
home where the wife and mOth6
loves and nurses, where children al
born and bloom in strength and beal
ty, where joy and smiles greet the
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