The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-11-20

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station and the next, and repeated
his capers. My curiosity was aroused,
and I asked him if he was some Yam
kee hunting dirt to adulterate meal
and sugar with. You know our
Marl' 10 dirt is most good enough
to cat.) He said, "Oh no.; that he
had read u. E. ~, and was hunting
land to make tobacco upon; that he
was from Virginia, and thought there
was fortune in South Carolina to-
bacco. He said that he would soon
have monopoly in certain grades OF
tobacco.
In soil, climate and natural re-
sources the two sections will not bear
comparison. The fields of the South
are richer than ever with unfailing
crops; her mines, scarce developed,
each year increase their product OF
inexhaustible wealth. With manu-
featuring industries constantly ez-
panding and railroads spreading over
all available territory, we have but
to turn our h carts and our hands to
utilizing thesevast resources, and out
of the ashes of defeat we Sill pluck a
glorious victory.
When The South makes bread and
meat to feed her people, and with her
o,cn mills spins her o,vn cotton, then
will she stand forth infinite in riches,
matchless in beauty, a Glorious Queen,
the commercial mistress OF the earth.
The figures of the last census all
prophecy this, and God be praised,
our own State does her share. In
the last ten years she has outstripped
all competitors in the increase of
manufacturing industries. Proud little
SEle, in the forefront, leader again,
ir rs the new battle for supremacy.
T:...s too my friends in spite OF an al
verse financial system, in spite OF a
volume Of money that has been stead
ily contracting. Let every farmer
make his supplies at home, cotton and
tobacco bis surplus crop and our iron
furnaces and cotton factories will ac-
CO. j5lish what cannon faild to do at
Gettysburg.
Ladies:-I would be an unworthy
son of Carolina did I not pay my
special respectto you on this auspic-
joas occasion. lam glad you are here;
Your presence is honor to the dead
ard encouragement to the living.
have addressed some of the men pres.
ant as Survivors. It is thirty years
since the war closed. Age is a del
icate subject to handle in your pres
ence; J. never saw 'horse trader"
With an animal more than "nine year
pa ST., or widow or maid more than
twenty-eight years old. Judging by
the looks OF all I see before me, I am
sure none of you can be more than
ssweet sixteen; or, if you are ''Surviy-
ors", your hearts yet sweat, tender
and young, have enabled you to defy
the ravages of time. The "Women
of the South" during the war! What
a. food of tender memories these few
words recall! My only recollection OF
the war is the close, and fair young
mother barely twenty-five, widowed,
with three children, myself, the eldest,
less than four years of age. Oh, those
troublous times when Sherman
marched by! I remember very well
that they took everything on the
place except one old yellow pullet
that few Too fast and too far for even
"Sherman's Bummers" to catch. This
old ben lived many years after the
the war, and I always imagined that
the other chickens looked upon this
fine old ante-bellum aristocrat, anc
sole Survivor with more than or
dinary respect and awe. You ladies
did your part nobly during the war
and since then You have been the stay
comfort and inspiration in the re
demption of our country. Hundreds
of women all over the South
reared in the lap of luxury
whose fingers touched nothing rough
er than the keys of the piano, whose
weightiest thought was as to which
shades of silk best adorned theil
beauty, left the piano for the loom
substituted homespun of their OWL
spinning for silk, and foresook the
ballroom for the hospital. Insteac
of fashionable garments for them
selves, they made clothes for the sol
diers. and bandages for the wound
ed. History records the fact tha
nearly all the bandages used at the
first battle of Manassas were made anc
forwarded by two Georgia women
Blessed with a land of unrivallee
beauty, and marvellous richness, oul
women are its chief Jewels. Show me-
the man who does not reverence WON
en- next to his Creator, and who, for the
sake of his mothers memory, is moi
tender and considerate to all her sex
and will show you a wretch whose
heart is dead to every noble impulse
and generous emotion, and who
shall go down,
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung
Unwept, Jnhonored, and Upsung."
Paraphrasing the words of another
There is no shrine of God 80 sacred as
a mothers knee; there is no school,
academy, or university, whose light
so fructifes the mind and kindles the
heart, as that which radiates from the
hearthstone of horne. Ladies, would
you mould the destinies Of mankind,
then let it be by your influence upon
the homes of this country, and not
through the ballot box. You are now
above man; do not be dragged down