Mississippi leader. (Jackson, Miss.) 1892-1895, 1892-06-02

side purllng streams In the sylvan
groves, and deeds of the Douglass aud
and the James Fitz james and Rob
Roy came inspiringly out OF the voice
of the whispering pines.
y false pride with pistol and sword
built his nest in good Saxon hearts /;
aud Sentiment, Il sickly fellow born of
the ghosts of fcudal days, was elected
the God lover to dominate Miss Lib
erty, who, despite vestal VOWS, with
but few protestations, surrendered
her charms in his shadowy arms.
/ Mr.. Common Sense and Nj. Reason,
who had paid her some court, were
both unccrcmoniously kicked out of
doors and horse whipped, banned and
disgraced, for refusing to accept a
challenge to fight a duel for certain
rcmarke they let drop on the occasion.
I Since then there has been some idle
progeny haunting the people i'll the
realm of political and social philoso
/ ply vain and chimerical.
Despite the fact that very cruel
war has torn down many of the air
castles, and put steam and electricity
/ to work in the ancient windmill, yet
/ the old tobacco chewing Don of "yc
olden" golden days and his faithful
/ follower Sancho, are yet abroad III
every State south of the Mason 81
Dixon line, and are found in our own
/ State in the shape of General Bully
! BumfuZ, of Grenada, and your Maj.
/ Silly Bully of Nicksbnrg. And it is
/ the mortal truth, too, that each and
every one of these gentlemen will
most certainly and tcarfully deplorc
the great degcmeracy of the times,
when Il hungry people so far forget
themselves as to leave OFF voting
biindly for the dead Thomas Jefferson
Il have certain computations about
saying jefferson Davis and even to
be seen at times in converse with those
poor plebeians, Mr.. Common Sense and
Mr.. Reason, who, perhaps like Jerry
Simpson, go sockless.
The fitful wings of beautiful dream
may give length to sleep, but the
morning comes with stern reality
for every phantom of peace.
The rustic may sit down by the
river with his shadow in the stream,
and its music may float swcetly mp
through his soul, but the waves that
once held the shadow and made the
music will float past him on out to the
sea. A generation may fold their
arms and wait among the cra%s of the
glen of ruin, but time and tide will
90 on and leave the shadows where
they are.
marvel not the time will come and
a generation too, some day, when some
wiser ones will be heard to say, and
say both boldly and truthfully, that
had our people done more thinking
and had cultivated more the society
of plain Common Sense and Reason,
and had done less dreaming, and
elected less of the General Bum Fuz-
yes and Col. Silly Bullies, that Mr..
Watson of Georgia would not vainly
call for vote on the Sub Treasury
Bill. And Mr.. Hill would not find it
so easy to force Tammany politics in
to Congress and upon the nation ;
while Mr.. Cleveland would become
the nominee of that party to which he
of right belongs with an Executive
committee framed of the rich impOt-
ers and brokers on Wall street.
Again, too in our own little Missis-
sippi affairs, it might be that one
would have to possess some very few
other distinctive political accomplish
ments to get high offices from the peO-
pie, than Mr.. Bully Blubber and his
clan, which consists in having a num-
Der of brothers and cousins, perhaps
uncles. to invade every county with,
that are, like himself, expertly adept
in the exquisite art of properly slap
ping the heavy Granger on the back,
and of remaining as candidate or Office
holder, everything to everybody, any
thing to anybody and nothing to no
body, except to Mr.. Bully Blubber.
They are crude people no doubt,
and do but little thinking-these
masses of mechanics and farmers. But
some day some of them will grow
tired of n. party or parties who for
fear of losing appointments as post
masters, waste time listening to Snod-
grasses, who show great relationship
with the donkey and display that their
only appreciation of states craft con-
sists in finding fault with the pattern
of Farmer Simpsons standing collar,
which seems not to. have been at the
time of the exact height of those worn
by Ward McAallister's four hundred
dudes.
'.No. This Presidential year and
the Democrats must be careful the
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