Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-03-06

states, Out Qecl1noQ IL he renamed
plain Mr.. Grady. Nearly all the other
orators of the political arena, as soon as
the elections are over, go to Washing
ton, or Albany, or Harrisburg, or At
lanta, to get in city or State or National
Office reward for their services, and, not
getting what they want, spend the rest
of the time of that administration in
pouting about the management of public
affairs or cursing Harrison or Cleveland.
When the great political campaigns
were over Mr.. Grady went home to his
newspaper. He demonstrated that it
is possible to toll for principles
which he thought to be right, simply
because they were right. Christian pa
triotism is too rare commodity in this
country. Surely the Joy of living I'M
der such free institutions as'those estab-
lished here ought to be enough reward
for political fidelity. Among all the
great writers that stood at the last
Presidential election on Democratic and
Republican platforms, you can not re-
call in your mind ten who were not
themselves looking for remunerative
appointments. Aye, you can count
them all on the fingers of one hand.
The most illustrious specimen of that
style of man for the last ten years was
Henry w. Grady.
Again Mr.. Grady stood for the New
South and was just what we want to
meet three other men, one to speak for
the New North, another for the New
East and another for the New West
The bravest speech made for the last
quarter of century was that made by
Mr.. Grady at the New England dinner
in New York about two or three years
ago. 1 saw him that evening and knew
something of his anxieties, for he was
to tread on dangerous ground and might
by some misspoken word nave antagon-
lied forever both sections. His speech
was victory that thrilled all of US who
heard him and all who read him.
Who will in conspicuous action rep
resent the New North as he did the
New South? Who shall come forth for
the New East and who for the New
West? Let old political issues be buried,
let old grudges die. Let new theories
be launched. With the coming in of
new nation at the gates of Castle Gar
den every year and the wheat bin and
corn crib of our land enlarged with
every harvest, and vast multitude of
our population still plunged into illit-
eracy to be educated, and moral ques-
tions abroad involving the very exist
ence of our Republic, let the old
political platforms that are worm
eaten be dropped and platforms
that shall be made of two planks, the
one of the Ten Commandments and
the other of the Sermon on the Mount,
lifted for all of US to stand on. But
there is a lot of old politicians grumbling
all around the sky who don't want a New
South, a New North, New East or
New West. They have some old. war
speeches that they prepared in 1861, that
in all our autumnal elections they feel
called upon to inflict upon the country.
They growl louder and louder in proper
ton as they are pushed back further
and further and the Henry w. Gradys
come to the front. But the mandate,
think, has gone forth from the throne of
God that a new American nation shall
take the place of the old and the new
has been baptized for God and liberty
and justice and peace and morality and
religion.
Men of the great roll, men of the pen,
men of wit, men of power, if our friend
had to go when the call came, so must
you when your call comes. When God
asks you what have you done with your
pen or your eloquence or your we, It'll or
your social position, will you be able to
give satisfactory answer? What have
we been writing all these years? If
mirth, has it been innocent mirth or that
which tears and stings and lacerates?
From our pen have there come forth
productions healthy or poisonous?
am glad that by the better SANTA
ton of our cities and wider understand
ing of hygienic laws and the greater
skill of physicians these Apollyonic as
saults upon the human race are being
resisted, but pestilential atmosphere is |
still abroad. Hardly family here but |
has felt its lighter or heavier touch. |
Some of the best of my flock fell under |
its power and many homes here repre- |
scented have been crushed. The fact is, |
the biggest failure in the universe is |
this world if there be no Heaven beyond. |
But there is, and the friends who have
gone there are many and very dear. o,
fearful eyes, look up to the hills Grim
soning with eternal morn! That re-
union kiss will more than make up for
the parting kiss, and the welcome
will obliterate the goodbye. 1.-The
Lamb which is in the midst
of the throne shall lead them to living
fountains of water and God shall wipe
away all tears from their eyes" Till
then, o departed loved ones, promise US
that you will remember us as we promise
to remember you. And some who have
gone up from this city by the sea and
others from under Southern skies and
others from homes of the more rigorous
North and some from the cabins on
great Western farms, we shall meet
again when our pen has written its last
word and our arm has done its last DAYS
work and our lips have spoken the last
adieu.
And now, thou great and magnificent
soul of editor and orator! under brighter
'hACo VIC SHALL uuCCO az dill. EIOn OOu
5hou earnest, and to God thou hast re-
,urned. Not broken down, but assembled.
Not collapsed, but irradiated. En-
hroned one! Coroneted one! Sceptered
me! Unparalleled one! Hail and fare,
veil!
The Newspaper Industry.
Some interesting statistics are given
n the Literary World covering the
lumber of periodicals circulated in Eu-