The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-01-25


 | write the impassioned poem:
 DELENDA
 Laura E. Richards Because the blood that long has filled | her cup 1 To-day brims o'er; | Because the, banner that she lifted up Drips red with gore; Because our brothers from her death- struck plains For help do call;
 Therefore this land shall fall! Because her props that ehored her crumbling throne Are rotted through; Because not one hour could it stand alone,
 Black 'gainst the blue; Because the earthquake clutches at the foot
 Of tower and wall; Therefore this land shall fell! But most because the Lord is Lord of might,
 And Night, and love; Because the nations in His balance hand
 Are weighed above; Because His mill, slow grinding grind l eth small;
 Therefore this land shall fall! Is it not the right, the duty of Chris tian nations, the world over, to unite | to hasten this downfall? These horrors are but the continuation of centuries of wrong-why need we wait any longer to avenge them?
 A CURIOUS TEXT. Americus-I call him so because that is not his name, though suggestive of. it lis a fair sample of the colored house servant of the present day, doing his work faithfully though in sort of Ire sponsible fashion, r1irthful, obliging fond of approval as a child or q dog and much addicted to self-adornment.
 Like all his race he delights in ac, quiring new words especially those ol many syllables, and high sounding phrases he rolls as sweet morsels under his tongue.
 A word caught up by ear, with nc knowledge of it's real meaning, is insert ed wherever Americus thinks it will be most effective, hence, oftntimes sup prssed hilarity on the part of 'the white folks" which, though it may be sus- peeted, is rarely resented. Even open laughter seems to be more bewilderine than exasperating. If he calls the church contribution by the name of Att lanta's biggest newspaper, or remarks that hits gwine to rain, cause there's a circus round the moon,' or informs us | sxs, All ftx, /. dey's holdin' conquest over him." he may be made to feel that there's 8 mis- take somewhere but just what 1t is he cannot imagine.
 Americus really enjoys a sermon, and if he cannot report it, or even repeat the text correctly, does he differ greatly from some of us whose advantages have been many times greater than his? But he at least will make try al it.
 He returned one day from church | with a countenance expressive of great satisfaction. The service had beer somewhat unusual-the re-dedicatior of a remodeled and partly rebuilt church.
 "Hit was splendid sermon," he re- ported.
 What was it about?" was asked
 "Oh, hit was all about the Ladder Housev'
 "The Ladder House? What in the world is that?"
 Americus did not know, nor could he give any clue upon which another could seize. He could only repeat that Init was splendid, and all about the Ladder House." Curiosity ran high, and Americus was requested to ask the text of some one who had heard this re- rnarkable sermon. Later he reap peared, jubilant. and announced that the text was this: "The Ladder House is better than the Farmer House. More perplexity. Had the pulpit orator taken this opportunity to advertise a hotel? But to the mistress of the household there came a sudden inspira- tion. Might it not be something like this?-the latter house is better than the former house. And that was the text, or, rather, the sense of it, and a most excellent one it was for the occa- sion. It required much searching oi the Scriptures, even with the aid of the Concordance, to find it, but at last in Haggai, ?. g. we read:
 ''The glory of this latter house shall be greater than of the former, saith the Lord of hosts"
 We concluded that if the sermon was as good as the text Ameticus' enjoy ment of it, though hay and uncompre- lhendlng, must have been genuine These vague delights, not to be ex. plained or shared, are not unknown to minds of higher type than his HILARY.