Birmingham state herald., 1895-11-02
ALABAMA EDITORS.

The Huntsville Mercury pays the fol- lowing tribute to Peter Zinszer:
 We cannot refrain from noticing edi- torially the death of Peter Zinszer, the furniture dealer of Birmingham. It was not necessary that one should meet him to know him, for every reader of Bir- mingham paper was familiar with his name and business. By his plan of hber- al advertising he attracted trade to the city, and in his death Birmingham loses a factor in her business circles"
 The country editor seldom gets left. Even the seasons seem to play to his hand And now as the sturdy farmer places the yellow yam potato on his desk he chants like a mocking bird in spring time:
 "The berry crop is over
 Human mater, human mater,
 Still we are in clover
 Sop and tater, sop and tater"
 The announced appointments of Sena- tors Morgan and Pugh carry them through to November 23. After that time they will probably devote some time to calling the hogs in off the range in the north Alabama hills.-Huntsyille Mer- cury.
 Is the public to infer from the above that those people who inhabit the hills of north Alabama are "hogs?" Has it reached the point when a newspaper must refer to the people who may not agree with its policy, but among whom it lives and has it's being as "hogs?" Verify the Mercury must have gone mad.
 The Lafayette Sun this week gives a group picture of two old colored men, one a democrat and the other republi- can. Beneath the picture is the follow ing poem. The poem itself is meritorious and shows that the writer possesses a ge- nius above the ordinary:
 Two old decrepit sons of Ham. of whom I wish to speak, Have lost the Vigor of their youth with furrowS on their cheek. They've passed through hardships in this life-the end is yet to come And then these good old colored men will reach their peaceful home.
 They've tasted of the sweets of life, the ash cake made of dough; Their faces black "as ace of spades" their heads as white as snow. Uncle May comes first bowed down in years. the age of 93, Supported by walking stick, republican is he.
 Next comes old "Uncle Jerry" whose age is 91; He's always been democrat-a good race
  They've been in bondage. and have felt the lash of long ago, Their faces now are wrinkled, and their heads as white as snow. They've seen the wild and savage beasts around their cottage door, And heard the varmint's midnight shriek, which made them walk the floor. They've heard the Indians warwhoop, that made them shake with fear; They've seen their piercing arrows kill the nimble-footed deer; They've heard the wildcats hideous scream in accents loud and low, But now 'tis like mystic dream, their heads as white as snow. Their mas sas whom they loved so well have died and gone to rest, While these old negroes finger on, their memIies in their breast. | Their totteripg footsteps. one by one are marching to the grave Like heroes on the battlefield they've been both bold and brave; | They've plowed the horse. also the mule and drove the steer that's slow, | But now they neither drive nor blow, their heads white as snow. l Old Jerry takes his sweeten dram, old May l takes hisn straight; | He says the liquors all he wants, and al ways wants bait. Old Jerry says, T tell yer, boss, dis nigger'E | But Tse gwine ter be CT democrat an die within de fold" | God bless old Jerry and old May while here on earth below, | And lead them to that happy land, witt WILLIAM 6. DOZENS. IA LaFayette. Ala- Oct 30 1895