The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-04-19
From The Haw Bushes

rom i ne Haw BUSHES
The breeze raised by my recent let.
ter to the Standard having ceased te
sigh through the haw bushes, I am
emboldened to venture forth yei
again. | trust you will keep the dogs
off. 1 shall probably say something
but it will be purely from the stand.
point Of crank, and must not be
taken seriously. If I can succeed in
securing another loving epistle from
Wellston, I shall be only too happy
l see by the Argus that Wellston has
IAN inexhaustible supply of magnif-
cent water" Seriously, believe beer
can be more readily found there than
water.
This suggests that Coalton has a
species Of aridity that is a municipal
blessing. I learn that the grand little
town continues dry by Sc majority.
A friend and enthusiastic temperance
worker writes that Coalton is ''as dry
as cracker" Here's greeting to
Kin. Glenn, Mayor-elect, Yves. Evans,
Berry Robinson and Bro. John Hall,
the dry" victors, and the whole ar
ray Of the splendid men who tri-
umphed. I think Mike Lambertson
should be presented with a gold med
al. Count me for dollar. The next
thing to do is to kick the saloons over
the Township fence, and the hog
holes should all be stopped. The sa-
loon-keeper always reminds me Of
three thjngs-the hog, the buzzard
and the spider. He has the hoggish-
ness of the hog, the cunning Of the
spider, and, buzzard-like, feeds on cor
ruption. liz fact the saloon-keeper is
creature suggestive Of everything
repulsive, be it "beast, bird, or devil. y
The spider weaves his web where
game is plenty, hides himself in a
hole in his den and patiently waits.
Alas, poor fly! While the web still
vibrates with his fruitless struggles to
free himself, the cruel spider seizes
him with tooth and talons, and slow
ly extracts the blood from his body,
literally eating him alive. The next
time you pass a saloon, think of the
spider. The saloon-keeper prefers,
however, hiding behind green screen
to going into hole. as the spider,
but his victims are destroyed, soul and
body, in hell. But friends, who is
responsible for the existence Of these
horrid human spiders? Christian vot-
ers, you answer that as you must an
swer to God. The spider must go.
A friend of mine was observing a
huge spider in his den when wasp
by some means became entangled in
the web. The spider pounced upon
him like tiger. The wasp doubled
himself up, gave one stilletto thrust,
the spider quivered moment, rolled
over, and turned up his toes.
The plan is now to sting the saloon
to death with the ballot, and if that
fails, it will be shot to death. 1t
must die the death. The question is
in the second stage of its evolution
political. The next stage of the con-
fict will be physical. The philosophy
of history is instructive here. Slav-
cry was first a moral question, and
rent Methodism in twain in "A.
Slowly it entered the arena of politics
under the protests Of politicians. who
as late as Vallandigham, said it was
"a question of the churches and the
individual conscience" But Slavery
became the dominant question in pol
itics-from Webster and Calhoun to
Douglass and lincoln. Sumter and
Appomattox tell the rest.
Prohibition is taking the same
route, but the politician is as blind
and deaf as in the days of Slavery.
He can scent an Office a thousand
yards, but as to principles he is color
blind. Here is another thing. The
twin infamies of this generation are
the abrogation of the Sabbath by the
Dow Law in the interest Of the sa-
looms, and the refusal of the Demo-
cratic administration to support the
international movement to exclude
rum from the free Congo State.
These two acts, with the Ives spool
Bill," Republican measure in New
York, surely fill the cup Of political
iniauity. How the Devil must
chuckle as he watches the steamer
leave New York for the Congo, with