Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1893-12-27

Society VIII Come in Peace.
/ an asked what has been the lessor
Of my life which have learned in my
years of living to bequeath as my
most precious legacy to humanity?
reply tn at my soul has two message,
of counsel, of promise and of threat
to deliver. One to the rich, the Other
/, to the poor. The two contain the
sum of human wisdom.
To the Rich.
The poor cry out to the wealthy.
The slaves implore their rulers, and as
much now as in the days of Spartan
Helots. ! am one of them, and l add
my voice to that of the multitude that
it may reach the ears of the rich.
Who am 1? One of the people. From
whence come j? From the bottom
less pit. How am l named? | am
wretchedness Ny lords, Ihave some
thing to say to you. My lords. you
are placed high. You have power,
opulence, pleasure, the sun immovable
At your zenith, unlimited authority,
enjoyment undivided, a total forget
fulness of others. So be it But there
is something above you. Below
you, perhaps. My lords, l i'm
part to you a novelty. The human
race exists. | am he who comes
from the depths My lords. you are
the great and the rich. That is peril
GUS. You take advantage of the
night. But have a care; there is a
greater power, the morning. The
dawn cannot be vanquished. 1t will
come 1t comes. 1t has within it the
outbreak of irresistible d y. You,
you are the dark clouds of privilege.
Be afraid. The true master is about
to knock at the door. What is the
father of privilege? Chance. What is
his son? Abuse. Neither chance nor
abuse is enduring. They have, both
of them, an evil tomorrow. leone to
warn you. come to de- ounce you in
your own bliss. 1t is made out of the
Ills of Others. Your paradise is made
out of the bells of the poor. come to
open before you, the wealthy, the
grand assizes Of the poor-that SOW
ereign who is the slave, that convict
who is the judge. am bowed down
under what have to say. Where to
begin know not. l have picked up
in the cruel experience of suf-
tering my vast though strug-
Cling pleas. Now what shall 1
do with them? They overwhelm
me and 1 throw them forth, pell-meu
before me. ! am a diver, and bring
up from the depths pearl, the truth.
Ispeak because | know. l have ex-
perienced. l have seen. Suffering?
No, the word is weak, 0 masters in
blissl Poverty! l have grown up in
it. winter have shivered in it;
famine have had it: shame-l have
drunk of it. l felt it requisite that
should come among you. Why? be-
cause OF my yesterdays rags. 1t was
in order that my voice might be raised
among the satiated, that God coming
led me with the hungered. Oh, l
know not this fatal world, whereto
you believe that you belong So high,
you are outside of it. l will tell YOU
what it is. Abandoned, an orphan,
alone in boundless creation, / made
my entry into this gloom that you
call society. The first thing that
saw was law under ,he form of a glib
bet; the second was wealth-it is your
wealth under the form of woman
dead of cold and hunger; the third was
luxury under the shape of a hunted
man chained to prison walls; the
fourth was your palaces beneath the
shadow of which covered the tramp.
The human race has been made by you
slaves and convicts. You have made
of this earth a dungeon. Light is
wanting. air is wanting, virtue is
wanting. The workers of the world,
whose fru is you enjoy, live in death.
There are little girls who begin at
by prostitution, and who end at 20 by
old age. Who of you have been to
Newcastle-on-Tyne? There are men
in the mines who chew coal to fill the
stomach and cheat hunger. Look you
to Lancashire. Misery everywhere.
Are you aware that the Harlech fish,
men eat grass when the fishery fails?
Are you aware that at Burton LAYERS
there are still certain lepers driven
into the woods, who are fired at if
they come out of their dens? In Peck
ridge there are no beds in the novels.
and holes are dug in the ground for
their children to sleep in; 20 that in
place of beginning with the cradle
they begin with the tomb. Mercy,
have mercy on the poor! Oh, 1
conJure you, have pity! But no,
you will not. l know We all; devils /
bred in hell and dogs with hearts of
st one. Upward to your golden thrones
for ages has gone the cry of miserT, I,
the groan of hunger and the sob of
despair, and We heard 1t not. What
mercy thou hast given shall be meted
out to you in turn. Bear in mind that
the series of kings armed with the
sword was interrupted by Cromwell, /
with the ak. Tremble The incor-
ruptible dissolution draws near: the
clipped talons push out again: the
torn-out tongues take to fight, be-
come tongues of flame scattered tn
the wings of darkness and tbar hol
in the infinite. They who are hungry
show their idle teeth. Paradises built
over hells totter. There is suffering
and that which is above leans over.
AID that which is below gaps open.
The shadow asks to become light. The