The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1900-08-11

running mate ended in L. That's
why the wise men wouldn't take Hill
this time-too much L (helD in it
they said. But all's well that Ms
(ends) well, so Mr.. Shakespeare says.
Bryan and Stevenson will sweep the
country, for the double Ms have
never yet been defeated.
And there is another shameful neg
lect in our histories. They tell us
nothing scarcely of the mothers or
wives of the presidents; nothing of
their children nor who was born in
the white house. OF course we know
about Washington's mother and his
wife, and about Dorothy or Dolly
Madison who was Widow Todd, and
maybe was kin to Mrs. Lincoln, for
she was a Todd. We know something
about Gen. Jackson's wife and about
Mrs. Eaton, for there was scandal
about her, and because Mrs. Calhoun
and others wouldn't visit her in the
white house jackson broke up his
cabinet and took a new one. We
know that Jefferson had no sons, but
that his daughter married Mr..
Eppes, and her descendants are quite
numerous. One of her grandsons was
my classmate in college. We know
something about Mrs. Polk and Har-
riett Lane. who kept the white house
for Buchanan, and about Julia Dent
Grant, and Miss Folsom, whom Cleve-
land married, but this is about all.
The mother of great man deserves
the highest consideration of the his
torian, but they have not had it.
With the few exceptions that have
named our people know nothing OF
the mothers, wives or children of the
people know who was Daniel Web
ster's wife or mother? How many
Carolinians know of Calhoun's, how
many Kentuckians know of Henry
Clay's? But the women are at last
coming to the front, and will here
after occupy a higher place. We are
impatiently waiting for the coming
of the promised volume by Mrs. Sarah
Butts, giving the biography of not
able southern women. A woman
ought not to lose her name when she
marries. My wife ought to sign her
name Octavia Hutchins Smith instead
of Mary Octavia Smith, and every
woman preserve her fathers name in
this way.
Well, am away down here in
Montgomery county basking in the
sunshine of Mount Vernon, an old
time, unpretending village beautiful
ly situated on perhaps the highest
plateau in the county. 1t is my first
visit and 1 was pleased to be invited
here, for to me it is classic and ven
Grated ground. Eighty-two years ago
my father taught school here, an old
field school, and there are few peo-
pie still living who remember the old
log schoolhouse. But it has long
since passed away and not patron
is alive and, so far as l can learn, not
one of his pupils is living. All gone.
Many a time did he tell us of his ex-
perience while teaching here and how
rude boys rebelled against his dis
cipline, and for a month he had to
fight his way, but finally subdued and
subiugated them and became famous
with his patrons, for those boys had
ran off three teachers before he came
and the community rejoiced when
they got a teacher who was game
enough to conquer them. This is
quiet, delightful place to rest. Even
the signs of antiquity are pleasing to
the eye. Beautiful legistremias in
full bloom ornament the front yard
of my hotel They are not bushes or
shrubbery, but are large trees and l
reverence them, for they were my
mothers favorites away back in my
childhood, and there are still sweet
memories clustering around them.
am here right in the midst of flowers
and fruits. Oh, the fruits that every
where abound. Indeed, this is a
blessed country to live in and be
happy, and as for that, have not
suffered at all nor found any differ
ence between this region and north
Georgia, provided you keep in the
shade. The nights are cool and pleas
ant.-Bill Arp, in Atlanta constitu-
ton.
More than half the population Of the