Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-27

| ing class, but the brain and culture of
| the world. In support of this correction
! Mr.. Savage asks, Twas it the slave who
| pulled himself out of bondage onto the
| high land of freedom? No, it was the
! educated, tenderhearted Garrison, the
| aristocratic Phillips!
Was il the ignorant starving sick
weaver of France, who re-established
that waning industry in the provenC es?
No, but the idle dreamer Pasteur, por-
ing over the diseases of insects, IN his
| laboratory in Paris! -
In the next round Mr.. Savage peroept-
IDLY Judges and, and Mr.. Bellamy profits
| by that involuntary sympathy yielded by
L fair-mInded audience, to the imposed
upon. This is upon the subject of Mr..
Bethany ''surp)us fund, - the gentle
man = pet argument, which he has gone
10 special pains TO base upon Logical prem
ises. MIR. Savage ridicuIes Mr.. BeIIamy's
entire system OF government calling it
"a ragged remnant of the old European
paternal system. - He compares it to
the amusing story of q young mans
argument upon the pros and cons of get
ting married. 81 can about half sup
port myself, and l think it pity if my
wife can t support the other half As
to who is going to support the wife
meanwhile, depOnent sayeth not. Mr..
Savage insists upon knowing "where
Bel!amy's surplus fund is coming
from, - denying emphatically that
simply concerted action will produce it,
and at the same time ignoring
Mr.. Bellamy's explicit state
ment that the adjustment of
standing armies, customs duties,
taxes, ann all such unnecessary expen-
diture, viii, in itself provide this "sur-
plus fund.- necessary for running that
model government of 1000. So much for
Twedledeel The colossal desiderRtum of
the age is the eQuipoised mind, the mind
capable of graspiu@ both horns of a di-
lemma at the same time. Strong preju-
dice is at high water mark nowadays.
The dispassiouate reasoner is no reasoner
at all. Enthusiasm is the latest "fad''
in the intellectual world. Let our or
thOdox friends console themselves with
the fact that at least one of their in
spired tenets is in full blast to-day.
che that is not for me is against me. -
No middle man is recognized. 1t is
"long live Bellamy,' or ''down with
BelIamy. TweIedum can "hoIler''
just as loud as Twedledee! The handles
of the world seem to be turned by two
sets of cranks, one pulling as hard as 1t
can to the right, and the other as hard
as it can to the left. Even time and
space are growing inadequte to mans
presumption. What an autocrat is this
Ego! How arrogant this human mind! |
We people OF the Nineteenth century
have not time to think. We act! We |
fly into the face of Destiny and demand |
her DEGREES con time. - No steed can |
keep pace with our restless ambitions, |
except the thunderbOlt. We must chain |
our ears TO the lightning and talk with |
each other across the world. Between |
these COntending parties, the suscep- !
tible mind, is like ball in the hands of |
school children playing. One side cries |
"Anthouy over, - aud the other, lover |
she comes. - We listen TO the optimists |
and grow calm under the assurance that |
the world is gliding on oiled wheels to- !
ward the milleneum. We turn to the |
pessimists and are assured that the !
throttle valve of sinfulness is
wide open and we are already |
in the sulphurous confines of perdItion.
Truly, we live in an age of extremes, |
with q preponderating pessimistio ten
denc. Such books as " Robert Els
mere. - Looking Backward - MIR. |
KEENAN, 5 articles on Siberian prisons,
and to descend to smaller and nearer ,
instances, Mr.. Ross society pillaging
novels, and the ''sin nailinS' sermons
of Sam Jones, are enough to dishearten
the Christ himself as to the result of
these 1900 years of civilization and re-
demption. Involuntarily ones thoughts
go back 10 Daute's Inferno. to that sui
len black pool lying so dismally
under the shadows, TO those slow rising,
unclean bubbles, breaking upon
the surface, like fostering sores, and to
the doleful voices of those unfortunates
within IFS murky depths. those ''whose
hearts had been dark within them dur
ing their days upon earth, unmindful of
the sunshine and the blessed blue of the
sky Knee-deep in this loathsome
puddle Mr.. Bellamy stands, bidding us
TO follow. Mr.. KEENAN, waves the
bloody knout from Russian steppes, and
the walls of dying eXiles pierce our
hearts. If We turn to America, Labor
and Capital, White and Black, stand
facing each other with drawn |
bloody swords, and the poor, dog |
the footsteps of the rich, with "mur-
DER written on their gaunt faces Even
gay, witty, pleasuTe-lovinG France has
caught the infection, and lola bias
phemes, while Sardou "eXposes. -
Away to the frozen North the black
cloud drifts, and Talstoi protests and
dies, while Ibsm, despairiug, yet bold,
cuts right and left among established
codes, sacred traditions.
Turn where we may, We grown up
children of to-day are scared by the
bugaboos of heredity ungodliness
and despair! In short, we are the
victims OF what Edgar Saltus would
term IAN immense and unnecessary
affection. Oh. for an equipoise! We
are so tired Of being tossed through the
air from Mr.. Savage TO Mr.. Bellamy aud
tossed back again! Oh, TO be "Caught
on the n.y. by some level-headed mid
dleman and calmed on the terra firma of
nationality by the good old tale of ''Red
Riding hood or Sc Pilgrim s Progress. -
Oh, for return of the days when Socra-
ties, Plato and EDicurtus chad time' TO |
loiter in the market places and teach the
youth how TO think! When Shakespeare,
wandering along the banks of the sweet |
Towering Avon laid his fnpsr |