The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1893-07-27

try drSDutiSm vastly more 0pprpssiye
than that against which they rpbpled.
IaXatlon without representation"
they said "waS tyrannv;" yet within IA
century after that declaration the
wall street kings were wringing trib.
uteS OF millions and millions of dollars
from the y nerican people. 1t is idle
10 TAX OF liberty and equality when
one man owns an eighteenth part of
the nations wealth. The love of mon
ey Is preparing for us despOtism
vastly more oppressive than ever Il
CHSar or Napoleon imposed. We are
making MammOn our god and the NIL
liouaire our idol.
1t is well for us who live in the New
South to take heed to ourselves. Not
until the alien and clear-headpd, but
cold hearted. spectators from the
North came Southward. etching
their nets for the loaves and fishes
were the mass Gf the Southern people
IN the race for wealth. How times
have changed! Never before in the
south was such an impulse given to
that coarse and selfish utiitarianism
winch has spread like lepro5y over the
North ana West, infusing the seeds Of
death into all their free institutions.
we are trying to out strip each other,
not In the nOblar virtues the sweet
charltleS and relinementS of social life,
TIE sacred claims Of the IireSida and
lne nome, OF prtriOtiSm and religion
put IN the crazy greed for gain. What
means 1t when Il distinguished com
mencement orator tells the graduating
class: "l Dung men, put money in your
pockets. a man with money is ii king:
without a Digmy?" What means IT.
when mHn of wealth and not men of
brains are the mighty men in the
council chambers Of the nation? What
lace Is there among us for letters, for
art, for culture, for social distinction,
superb mental endowment, whrn the
mlljl0nalre, the patent medicine man,
the maker of toilet soaps, the railroad
m 'Suate. the great mOnOpOlIStS, are
set high above the poet. the pairter,
The sculptor, the statesman, the teacher
and the farmer?
God grant that the South whose cv-
cry foot OF soil is hallow+d bv the bloOl
OF brave men, here. where nature has
done her Dest-where skies as "sOfI as
those of italy are hung in beautiful
transparency above. and glory like a
summers dream ll)ats Der the rich
l"ndscapt' God grant that this O!d
S"uth, "rlch I'll the mam Dry Of bygone
years. long glowing sun shine, genial
ship, all that life eudears," may keep
forever from her territory the EASTERN
naDooS, who bow at no shrine save
mammon'S; who would, if they could,
m0nopoliz- the very air, bottle the sun
shine an dew, corner the rains that
quench the thirst of whitening ljWerS
and NidaS-likp, would turn to mann
mon mint the golden robes Of dying
day. Well did Virgil say: "Accursed
craving for gold, what dost thou not
drive mortal breasts to dO?" what has
lnammon ever done for man? COrrOd-
ing the heart, driving up the fountains of
affection, eradicating the love Of
beauty, OF honor and Of truth, thou
haSt Taught him how to be cunning, to
plllage, to plumber and to Slay, but
thou hast not given him one high an Il
enobllng thought, has never melted
him TO one unSeliSh act. to one mag
nanlmonS purpose. What does the
world owe To CrwSuS, to Midas, to
CrasSuS. or TO GOu!I? The men at
whose ShrineS humanity worship, the
intellectual and material saviorS of the
race. the poet, th" artist. the teacher
and the missionary, the men who have
joined
''lhat countless choir invisible
or those immortal dead VINO live again
In pulses stincp tn generosity,
In dee Is of daring r"ctimdr, in S'Orm
For miserable aims that end in self
In Thoughts sublime that pierce the night
liAr stars,
And with their mild persist cnrr urge men :
To Vast"r issues"
these men hav" never bowed 1T Mann
mons shrine.
Shakespeare, Il Northern professor
informs us, wrote his dramas, not for
glory, not to make the world butter,
but to put money into his pocket. Was
then the bard OF Avnn, the 'myriai
minded. "LhOuS ma SOuiei" Snakes
prarr. shat "Sweet and gentle spirit,
beloved by AL VINO knew him." Il
greedy, grasping, avaricipuS man /?
Hear the words Of Charles Ltmn:
"Nothlng can be more delightful ihnn
10 contemplate this wonderful man,
IN TIE Wig )r of his life and in me fun
possession OF his amazing faculties, re-
tiring from the scenes of his Wrllcarhed
triumph, to find in the ScclusiOn Of his
native town mat repOS- and uuietude,
both Of body and mlnd, Whch Is not to
be looked for in t"r hustle of The
world. And if he, whose glHry was to
ill the universe, and whose pursuits
Wer" worthy of an immortal soul
could pant for retirement IN the me-
rldlAn of his days, What excuse have
thcy,Wh0, III Senectitudc and ferbpncsS
continue to toll for little perish able
gold for which they have no nSr when
they nave obtained it,
The inOrdlnatc desire rapidly TO be.
come rich is Sapping In" very fouada-
tlonS OF our rural IIir. 1t IS this that
| Is plltAinu tine ailEht of death ;ud dc.