The Butler weekly times., 1890-01-08

OF the people as the voice of God.
lApplause.] Great types like valu-
able plants are slow to flower and
fruit. But from the union of those
coionists, from the Strengthening of
Their purposes and the crossing of
their blood, slow perfecting through
century, and he who stands as the
FIRST typical American, and first who
comprehended within himself all the
strength and gentleness, all the mai
esty of this republic-Abraham
Lincoln. Loud and long continu-
ed applause. He was the son of
Puritan and cavalier, for in his ar
dent nature were fused the virtues
OF both, and in the depths of his
great soul the faults of both were
lost. [Renewed applause He was
greater than Puritan, greater than
cavilaer, in that he was American
Lrenewed applause and that in h S
homly form was first gathered ii 6
vast and thrilling forces of this II al
government-charging it with such
tremendous meaning and 50 eeyat,
ing 1t above human suffering aud
martyrdom, though infamously aiu.-
ed, came as fitting crown to life
consecrated from it's cradle to human
liberty. Loud and prolonged cheer
ing. Let us, each cherishing his
traditions and honoring his fathers.
build up with reverent hands to the
type Of this simple but sublime life,
III which all types are honered, and
III the common glory we shall win
as Americans there will be plenty to
spare for your forefathers and mine.
Renewed cheering
WHAT THE NEW SOUTH MEANS.
In speaking to the toast with
which you have honored me 1 accent
the term, The New South" as in
no sense disparaging the Old. Dear
to me Sir, is the home of my child
hood, and the traditions of nv peo-
pc. There is New South not
through protest against the Old, but
because of new conditions, new adj
Justment, and, if You please, new
ideas and aspirations. It is to this
that | address myself / ask you,
gentlemen to picture if you can the
footsore soldier, who, buttoning up
in his faded gray jacket the parole
which was taken, testimony to his
children of his fidelity and faith,
turned his face southwark from Ap-
pomatox in April, 1865. Think of
him as ragged, half-starved, heavy
hearted, enfeebled by want and
wounds, having fought to exhaus-
ton, he surrenders his gun, wrings
the hands of his comrades, and lift
ing his tear stained and pallid face
for the last time to the graves that
dot the dead Virginia hills, pulls his
gray cap over his brow and begins
the slow and painful journey. What
does he fnd--let me ask you, who
went to your homes eager to find all
the welcome you had justly earned
full payment for your four years
sacritice-what does he find, what
does he find when he reaches that
home which he left four years be-
foree He finds his home in ruins,
his farms devastated, his slaves freed,
his stock killed, his barns empty,
his trade destroyed, his money
his social system, feudal
IN its magnificence, swept away, his |
people without law Or legal status,
his comrades slain, and the burdens
Of others heavy on his shoulders.
Crushed by his defeat. his traditions
gone. Without money, credit, en-
oloyment. materia, Or trainin ng-and
besides all this, confronted with the
,ravest problem that ever met hu-
nan intelligence-the establishing
of q status for the vast body of his
liberated slaves.
What does he do-this hero in
gray with a heart of gold-does he
lit down in sullenness of dispair,
Not for day. Surely God, who
las scourged him in his prosperity,