The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-12-01
EX-GOVERNOR BOB TAYLOR.
He Delights n Grenada Audience with
His Matchless Imagery And
Word Painting.

There is only n Bob Taylor, and In
the language OF one of his stories, he
is the only sheep that has never been
sheareo." A magnificent audience
greeted the eloquent Tennesseean at
the Opera House Wednesday night
an audience made up OF the best people
of this and other communicative
kind who are attracted by the good
rather than by the base. In accord
ance with the old axiom that sugar
will draw flies, Bob Taylor's honeyed
words will draw the people, and
whether he returns once a week or
once "A year, he always finds an eager,
appreciative and %expectant audience
awaiting him. The lecturer was hap
PLY ana ~eloquenily introduced by
President w. NJ. Mcintosh, Of Grenada
| College, who made the Ex-Governor
| actually blush like a coy maiden, by
theextravagance Of his compliments.
The first syllable Of Bob Taylor's lee
ture comes like a clear-toned bell, and
It's music tinkles its way to the inner
most sa~uctuaries OF ones being, warns
the heart and awakens beautiful senti'
ments and ennobling thoughts tina,
have long lain bound by sordid and
selfish things.
1t would be as easy to put In words
the witching music OF a mocking bird
and analyze the madrigal OF the lark
as TO portray in cold and unfeeling
type the faultless d%iction, the bubbline
humor, the fearful pathos, the melting
tenderness, the robust gayety, the en-
gaging mimicry, and the rollickipe
rhythm of Sentiment" as the word.
come in a t%uneful melody from the lips
and heart OF this word painter, who |:
a past master Of his art. The listen
err sits chained helpless by the irresist
ible charm which is thrown around
him, and as he drinks in the soul-to'
soul talks his pleasure is hinged onl.
by the iutruding thought that 10 a few
brief moments the %witchery must end
and when it ends those who have lis
tened are better men and women, will
better thoughts in their minds aud no
bier impulses in their breast.
When we listen to Bob Taylor We
live again for a brief while in child
hoods golden age, and are sweetheart
and lovers-memories long dead sprins
again t~o.quickened being. WeIsee thu
seasons pass in review, autumn follow
ing summer and winter following au
tumn. Next to man Bob Taylor love
nature most, and on this thread h
hangs the brightest jewels Of his sweet
ly told tale. We see the sunlight dane
ing on the river as we pass along a ros'
strewn pathway from youth to oil
age, and from old age to the grave
Love is around all and above all. Love
is crowned king and yields the scepter
Love is the keynote, the Alpha ant
Omega, and Is exemplifed by the blush
ing youth and maiden as they exchange
the first youthful kiss In the leafy lane
and by the old mar whose days are al
most ended, as he kisses the bloomles
cheeks OF his wife with the same unva
rying love with which he blessed he
when the roses in her cheeks rehecte'
the roses OF the field. And SO W
might continue, but we could not de
scribe what Bob Taylor's lecture is.
true conception OF that can reach th
mind only through the ear, and tina
ear must get it first-hand from the lir
Of its creator. Long live Bob Taylor
TO continue to brighten and make hu
manity better and happier.