The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1888-04-28
THE MASTERING TAKING SHAPE.

The Kansas City Times of the 18th
inst. contains the tollowing:-On the
first day of May there is to be a g eat
gathering of democrats at Higginsv lie,
Lafayette county. 1t will DO a pic mic
by the well-filled baskets the country
folk will bring in IA barbecue by the
abundance of meats provided in proiu-
sion.
Many of the candidates will be there.
The county itself will turn out en- na0%Se.
Distinguished speakers have already
declared their intention of being pres
ent. The opening of the campaign is
to begin there. For some, perhaps,
this gathering will stand for fate; tor
others, perhaps, for manifest destiny.
In any event the occasion will be a
most delightful IL e.
Noted for hospitality upon all public
occasions, whether political or otherwise
the people of old Lafayette make gen.
erous hosts. The latchstring of each
door stretches in any given direction
to the confines of the county. And
then it will be May-May on the
prairies. The town itself has surely
been built by those who love nature in
all her more sensuOus and adorable
aspects. Higginsville is an island i'll a
sea of verdure. Look ut the hedges.
These are for the birds TO play hide
and seek, and for the katy dds with
their eternal opera, beginning with Il
quaver and ending in II double bsssoon.
Streets upon streets OF houses, tree
embowered-here a PaTte'Te and there
q flower garden. For the dainty feet
there is the velvet of the blue grass,
from which, as one walks, there is
heard u certain s%wishing, such swish
ing as comes from the silk and satin
edges of n throng OF dancers. In the
moonlight the red lilacs seem to cry to
the white: 81 hear, | hear" and white
lllacs TO whisper: al watt On every
hand immensity-the prairie stretching
away to the skyline, until the green Of
the II and the blue of the other COM
mingle.
Take old Mother Eve, to-day, if she
were alive-and perhaps she is in some
of her daughters-and set her down
in Higginsville of a May morning be-
fore ;the sun has well risen. There
must be dew on the grass and in the
air a benediction. A soft south wind
should blow over the wheat, aud break
on the lattice bars behind which u
beautiful coquette lies asleep, the dark
ness of her last deed of undoing to a
tortured lover
''Still hanging down in the length of her hair,
And shadOwing her p~erjured lips"
Put old Mother Eve there, we say,
and let her look but once upon the
whole magnificent picture as the sun
has painted it upon the canvas actually
furnished by nature, and from her
withered lips would burst forth the i'll
voluntary exclamation: "This is Para
disc. Where's Adam?"
Heigho | but this is not politics. Yes,
il ia, and lots of it. We preach this
sort OF u sermon to the grizzled, war
worn, battered, old veterans of the
towns and the cities. Scared by ward
fight, weary of constant war with every
sort of bolter and scratcher known to
boodlerism and bummerism, they need
to have their youth renewed. Go to
Higginsville for a fresh supply of dem
Ocratic oxygen. Go there tor a fresh
supply of democratic iron for1he blood.
Brick and mortar ~suffOcate democracy.
The bigger the town the greater the
asphyYiation. The kid glove leads
up to the scratcher; the brown stone
front paralyZes the DEGREES OF a caucus.
Go where the country lassies can be
prim like QuaEers, Or deGOMuire like
the Lorelei singing their Circean songs
of summer evenings TO the sailor lads
sailing by. Go to where a scratched
ticket burns like the brand Oh the brow
OF Cain. Go to see in their hospitable
homes the living political descendants
Of Thomas Jefferson. Go. that your
lungs may expand and your hides
loosen. Go and see u race OF people
who, when the name OF Andrew Jack
son is spoken, cross themselves rever-
emily. Kansas City's delegation should
not be less than 1000.