Mississippi leader. (Jackson, Miss.) 1892-1895, 1892-05-19
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open doors OF silence. n certain SOM
bre inquisitiveness that, like the
sphinx, perpetually turns its face to
the desert. ~
\ people full of old lost loves and
old vain regrets, sun-burned and wind
tanned and poverty-worn, have waited
and watched with heavy WEAKNESS,
but with much composure for the Dem
ocratic Party TO solve the riddle of ever
approaching ruin under the mortgage
of English bondage, a bondage worse
than that of Egypt or Israel.
But the Democratic Party sets its
face to the past and its promises have
become as phantasmal, delusive and
elusive as the brilliant phantasmagoria
of one of Col. Hooker's speeches, but
not one-half as sootheful or somno-
lent.
speak without persiflage, and with
such certainty as one may afford with
out fear of the lugubrious in Mississip-
pi parlance land ask boldly and plainly.
can any one of the old leaders of the
Alliance cause, who advises strict ad-
herence to the Democratic Party. ex-
plain how they reconcile their fealty
to the Alliance with true loyalty to
the Democratic Party =? which party
always Jeffersonianly opposes in all
places and in all platforms every sin
gle and solitary special and explicit
article of faith and principle peculiar
to the creed promulgated at Ocala Tex
cept free trade in necessities).
Perhaps one should not call for an
swers to such questions, lest he be I'M
derStoOd as doubling some persons
sincerity, and it we're dangerous in
these days to do that. The shot gun
argument has its weight and little
bullet makes but little hole in the
heart, but it will serve. And hence the
Sneer is represSed when one marks with
pitful beholding a duplicity so very
thinly guised; and one could verify
wish the garment was less gauzy that
our friend wears
Yet there are those who are sincere,
and | would really impugn no one
though truly it requires deep delv-
ing in psychological fields and
great knowledge of certain peculiar
people to say this, as freely do, that
it were not in their hearts the farmers
were betrayed ; and one marvels much
how blind we're they who are 50 incon-
sistent, and yet fail to observe the
whole world smiles at the falsity of
their positions, while their friends
blush for such dense mental opaque
ness.
1t was the donkey who donned the
lions skin, but failed to cover up his
ears, thereby leaving out to view that
which most loudly proclaimed the ass
The point of this joke is not to be APP
piled here except as to the author.)
vic hiOh tipnn hr1CinnCc
mingled in politics, for the hungry far
mers are tired of standing agape at the
doors of congress listening at long
winded, exquisite discourses of tariff
for revenue only, with incidental pro-
lection, while the Jay Goulds and
money brokers of. New York are pen
stoned out of contracted currency and
the NationalBanks.
Mr.. OFerrell spoke truly when he
said he was not of that class of politi-
clans, who found it necessary to label
himself, Il am a Democrat" in order
to let people known his political faith
Alas too true he was advocating Mr.
Cleveland's candidacy for President,
and every body knew from that fact,
that he, O'Ferrell, was either a Demo
GRAFT or mugwump Republican, and
the difference was so indifferently in
finitesimal, it was not worth the trouble
to put on our opera glasses to observe
it.
Mr.. O'Ferrell's fashion does not how
ever obtain in these parts because it
were absolutely necessary here for
every would-be Congressman or Rail
road Commissioner in every speech on
the hustings, to give these grand hail
ing words, Il am a Democrat MY
father was Democrat !! My mother
was a Democrat !!!--born lin a high
key in Democratic cradle ~! Fellow
citizens, propose to die a Democrat,
and when that dreaded time comes,
the grand principles of Thomas Jeffer-
son and Jefferson Dayis will furnish
wings for my soul to fly over the cim-
merriam shadows of eternity III! Great
applause.)
Now when that is said, the eloquent
statesman may go happily on until
some handy legged hard-headed Grang-
er asks the orator what he thinks of
the Sub-treasury Bill? Then great
shades of Jasper county, how he, the |
statesman, will wipe the sweat from his
corrugated brow and with perturbed
conscience admit, or submit that the |
scheme he thinks is constitutional, but !
possibly ineKpedient, (which is as near
as he could come to Straddle.) But |
then, oh, departed Cincinnatus what |
a rousing tribute he will pay to the |
horny handed yeomen, and how he
will come down from the rostrum and |
pat the granger on the back and fami- |
liarly ask about Sally and the children. |
Now the Chinese have stood still in |
the onward march of the progress of |
the people, longer than any other.
They worship the shades of the depart
ed, and are opposed to railroads, be-
cause they said the steam cars would |
brighten the spirits of their ancestors
lurking about the premises of their
burial grounds.
One loves to indulge in sentiment
and it is melancholy pleasure to look
occasionally at the passion flowers nod
ding gracefully in shadow land.
But Jackson and Jefferson are dead.
and the issues of their days are dead
also, and condition, not sentiment,
confronts us. The rich are growing
richer, the poor poorer, and the far
mer's homes are crumbling with the
weight of mortgages.
Out of garlands of faded glories you
may weave no yard of cloth for Sally
and the baby, neither can you bake in
to bread the sun beams that brighten
ed the hill tops of other days.
The swallow flies high and far, but
he does not build his nest in the air
for all of his vigor of wing.