The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-06-21

ness was the Fcaofus OL the eHnud4 cs~ say by Mrs. c. H. Frye of The Pratt City Herald. as follows.
 Humanity.
 Mrs. Agnes A. Frye.
 When the editors of Alabama at their last annual meeting elected me essayest for this session, 1t came as So com plete a surprise that 1t fairly took my breath away and filled me with such a feeling of utter helplessness that l could not even protest.
 During many days and weeks that followed, the very thoughts of what was expected from me caused a sensa- tion resembling the first stages of a chill to take possession Of my whole being, and might truthfully add that I have never fully recovered from that feeling. For a long time the question of a theme was a most vexing one, until, by a sudden inspiration the thought came .o my mind that no subject could in- terest my co-laborers more than "Hu- manity." do not mean to take the word as a noun, meaning all mankind, but rather that quality of man which differentiates him from other beings. No power in the world has done more to humanize mankind than the print ing press and no product of the print ing press is So closely woven into the lives of men as the newspaper. During our generation. the children of men have raised the standard of hu- manity in many ways. True humanity Is based on chartty--that love which obliterates all malice, swallows up avarice, bridges cisms and establishes the universal brotherhood of man. In this material age, when men are destroying each other in their mad struggle for fame and fortune, how much of deception and hypocrisy one sees in the course of a lifetime con- tact with his fellows.
 Who knows better than the editor how many human vultures there are in their community who fatten and thrive on the fallen character of their fellow men? As we sit in the sanctum and hear the character and reputation of neighbors and friends assailed and torn to pieces and realize that these scavangers of character are trying to build themselves up on the fallen hopes and aspirations of those whom they would teGr down, is 1t any wonder that we become cynical and cold and look with skeptkcal eyes upon anything which pretends to be an act of human ity? Yet ever anon the sunlight of charity breaks through the clouds of receit and selfishness, and one gets a glimpse of the great world filled with love and brotherly kindness. l am truly glad that the world is not as heartless and dissembling as 1t would seem viewed from the tripod.
 It is the invariable rule that those who make the toughest work with the regulations of others are those who themselves have the most imperfec- tions. The loud-mouthed denuncia- oH Vnafro seem in the majority when in reality they form but small part of the hu- man family. Back of these one may find. if they search, the great rank and file of fellow beings whose hearts are full of true humanity and who deal in love and charity with every living creature. Love is modest. Love is never blatant and loud-mouthed. Love, though the most powerful influence in human affairs, is quiet and unassum- ing factor. If we only consider the acts and listen to the rantings of the few who clamor for notoriety and who crave public recognition, the world seems a hollow mockery and humanity a mere farce. But, thank God, this iS but a deceitful veil that hides the gen. uine and true.
 It is not my purpose, however, to
 deal with individual humanity, but rather to touch upon few common inhumanities that perchance by SC do- ing I may inspire my fellow men 10 look more deeply into this great sub- feet and take action toward applying a remedy to the evils.
 Between human beings there is no greater inhumanity than war. Phll Armstrong says War Is Hell.
 Yet 'tis sweet to lay a brother deep within his grave.
 To feel his death grip on your blade. To hear the cannon's roar. To drive the keen bayonet home. Oh. 'tis grand to charge a wall or men and tread their mangleo uooies meath your heel.
 tlSn. @n' 'g' brave to crush a "'aksF n'-
 Tn cut her soldiers down like win nOwed chaff and earn the worlds praise
 But when before the Omnipotent God you stand in the day of judgment, how will you answer?
 Oh! the scenes of carnage! On, what heartaches and suffering! Who can describe with speech or pen That cry of thousands of suffering men That breaks on the mortified ear!- Moan of anguish, Shriek of pain,
 Ravings fierce
 Of delirious brain Rising and falling
 And rising again, Mingled together
 In terrible strain,
 Like waves of sea of agony
 Filling the soul with fear.
 And for what is all this bloody strife. This reckless slaughter of human life, What can such sacrifice mean? Iris but the way
 Of a nation great Settling account with