The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1890-01-09
What, then, is the duty Of the South?
II rS.,

sectional problem that keeps US compact.
ed. That is not the hope Of dominion OF
power, but an abiding necessity-not
spoils or patronage but plain self-preser.
vation that holds the white race together
in the South. Let us make this 80 plain
that q community anywhere searching
its own heart would say "the necessity
that binds our brothers in the South
would bind us as closely were the neces-
sity hefe." Let us invite immigrants
and meet them with such cordial welcome
that they will abide with uu in brother.
hood, and so enlarge the body of intelli-
gence and integrity, that divided, it may
carry the burden Of ignorence without
danger. Let us be loyal to the Union,
and not only loyal but loving. Let the
republic know that in peace 1T hath
nowhere better citizens, nor in war braver
soldiers than in these States. Though
set apart by this problem which God
permits to rest upon us, and which there.
fore isright, let us garner our sheaves
gladly into the harvest of the Union, find
joy in our work and progress, because it
makes broader the glory and deeper the
majesty of this republic that is cemented
with our blood. Let us love the flag
that waved over Jasper and Marion, that
waves over US, and that when We are
gathered to our fathers shall be guaran.
tee Of liberty and prosperity to our
children and our chidren's children, aud
know that what We do in honor shall
deepen, and what ne do in dishonor shall
dim the lustre Of its fixed and glittering
stars. [Great cheering.
Some one has said in derision that the
old men of the South, sitting down amid
their ruins, reminded him "of the Span
ish hidalgas sitting in the porches of the
Alhambra, and looking out to the sea
for the return of the lost armada" There
is pathos, but no derision, in this picture
to me. These men we're our fathers.
Their lives we're stainless. Their hands
were daintily cast, and the civilization
they buildsd in tender and engaging
grace hath not been equalled. The
scenes amid which they moved as princes
among men, have vanished forever. A
grosser and material day has come, in
which their gentle hands could garner
but scantly, and their guiltless hearts
fend but feebly. Let them sit, therefore,
in the dismantled pcrches Of their homes
into which dishonor hath never entered,
to which discourtesy is a stranger-and
gaze out TO the sea, beyond which their
armada has drifed forever. And though
the sea shall not render back to them the
Arguses that went down in their ship, let
US build for them in the lard they love
so we'll a stately and enduring temple
its pillars founded in justice, its arches
springing to the skies, its treasures filled
with substance. Liberty walking in its
corridors; art adorning its walls; reli.
gion filling its aisles with incense, and
here let them rest in honorable peace and
tranquility until God shall call them
hence to "a house not made with hands,
eternals in the heaven"
Extracts from the Boston Speech.
Below is an extract from his late Bos-
ton speech:
The love We feel for that race you
cannot measure nor comprehend. As I
attest it here, the spirit of my old black
nanny, from her home up there, looks
down on me to bless, and through the
tumult of this night steals the sweet
music of her croonings as thirty years
ago she held me in her black arms and
led me smiling in to sleep. This scene
vanishes as I speak, and I catch vision
Of an old southern home with its lofty
pillars, and its white pigeons futtering
down through the golden air. I see
women with strained and anxious faces,
and children alert yet helpless. I see
night come down with its dangers and its
apprehensions, and in big and homely
room I feel on my tired head the touch
ofloving hands-now worn and wrink.
led, but fairer to me yet than the hands
Of mortal woman, and stronger yet to
lead me than the hands Of mortal man
as they lay mothers blessing there,
while at ber knees-the truest altar l
have yet found-I thank God that she
is safe in her sanctuary, because her
slaves, sentinel in the silent cabin, or
guard at her chamber door, puts black
mans loyalty between her and danger.
I catch another vision. The crisis OF
battle-a soldier struck, staggering, fallen.
1 see slave, scufling through the smoke,
winding his black arms about the fallen
form, reckless of hurting death-bending
his trusty face to catch the words that
tremble on the sticken lips, 30 wrestling
meantime with agony that he would lay
down his life for his masters stead. ]
see him by the weary bedside, minister
ing with accomplishing patience, pray
ing with all his humble heart that God
will lift his master up, until death comes
in mercy and in honor to still the
soldiers agony and seal the soldiers life
see him by the open grave mute,
motionless, uncovered, suffering for the
death Of him who in life fought against
his freedom. I see him when the mound
is heaped and the great drama of his life
is closed, turn away and with downc:st
eyes and uncertain step start out into
new and strange fields, faltering, atfug
Cling, but moving on until his shambline
figure is lost in the light of 8 better anc
brighter day. And from the grave
comes voice saying: "Follow him