The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-10-22

Governor Bob Taylor's welcoming
address at Nashville o. New York
day, October IL, is good reading in
the south outside of Tennessee.
Since the exposition opened, Cover
nor Taylor has mado on an average
about three welcoming addresses a
week. He never repeats himself, and
his resources never fail. OF elo
quence, wit, humor and pathos the
Governor sec -ns to have On inexhaus-
tible "original PACKAGE" We give
an extract from the New York day
address:
Mr.. President, Ladies' and Gen
tlemen: New York is the Empire
fState OF the Union. She is the
great throbbing heart. Of the Repub-
lio, and every ktime she throbs the
life current of the nation flows back
and forth through the arteries of
commerce and trade. She is the
mighty whale of the Western hemis-
phore which .swallows all the Jonahs
who come " thin her reach. She is
the stupendous colossus Of the world,
leading its thought and straddling
it's politics.
The city of New York is a per-
petual exposition Of the triumphs of
thought and industry, and one Of her
grandest products is mon. She ls
the paradise of millionaires and
enjoys a considerable sprinkling of
poor folks
New York is not only great in
wealth, great in population, great in
all the elements Of modern civiliza-
ton, but she is great in the knowl-
edge Of where the green pastures
lie. Her relations with the South
remind me of an old story which has
been of river fishing. One was
an old darky, the other was boy.
The boy got nibble, his foot slip
ped, and he fell headlong in the
surging waters. The old darky
hesitated a moment, and then
plunged in after the drowning boy.
There was Il terrific struggle, but
finally the old man succeeded in
landing his half drowned charge.
A passerby, who witnessed the acene,
ran up and patted Uncle Rastus on
the back and said: "Old man, that
was a noble deed in you to risk your
life in that wey to save the life of
that trifling boy" eyes, boss, "said
Uncle Rastus, 81 was bleeged to save
that nigger, he had all the bait in
his pocket" New York was the old
man, the South is the boy.
Nevertheless we love the old
brother, and we open our hearts and
our bottles to the distinguished lieu-
tenant Governor and every son of
that proud common wealth.
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Mr.. Chairman, it is believed by
many Of our brethren of the North
that our people here in tho South
are not as vigorous as we should be,
that we lack the snap and push
necessary for the quick and perma
mont growth and development of our
country. But they forget that we
can raise three crops of potatoes in
our soil in single season, that our
cotton grows without much porsua-
sion, that we can fatten our hogs on
acorns, and pasture our cattle the
year around. They forget that our
persimmon troes yield tons of per-
simmons per annum, and that our
'possums hang like sugar plums of
glory hallelejah from the bending
limbs of the aforesaid and the same.
They forget that wo can labor half
the time and rest the othor half and
live happier aud better than any other
people on the face of the earth.
l think if we could got our New
York friends to see the point and
furnish the monoy to develop us, wo
could soon pay tho expenses Of the
whole government, food and clothe
the entire United States, have money
left to throw at the birds, and rest
all tho time.
There is ono branch of business in
which we are as vigorous as our
northern brethren, and that is poll
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