Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1902-03-20

On this afternoon, March 10, 1902,
I have almost done my journey in
and out Of the buildings and over the
grounds of the Charleston and West
Indian Exposition, save that I have
not yet visited the Philadelphia
building, which is separate, and else,
where on the. grounds, from the
Mooresque palace erected by the
State Of Pennsylvania.
The wires, pipes and bulbs, for
electric lighting, along the friezes
and engirting the ~pinnacles, have, not.
yet received their voltic. thrill; nor
have the feet of vesper nymphs, in
shoes of light, yet dangglledl> through;
the sombering blue. over entabla-%l
lures and domes. But, low over the
skirting waters Of the Ashley river,
there is a misty netting, which is, in
deed, the thinness of the early hazed
of twilight. But, Notwithstanding
the trenching of the quiet even
ing, I am, or4the sake of one
more look along the enchanting
vista of the Sunken Gardens of the
Plaza Of the Court OF the Palaces, de-
ferring my visit to a once distin-
guished orator, but noWsadly dumb,
whom I am told is in the Philadel-
phia building. However, I cannot
yet forego the exqaisiteness of the
witchery over my senses by abruptly
averting my eyes nom the Plaza
that they may pilot zpe to the n SO
sadly dumb. So, my eyes yet an
swer the reckoning loveliness of the
gardens of the Plaza stretching from
my feet to where Pan, in snowy
statue, stands before thefacade of the
Cotton Palace, making music to his
statuesque COMPREHENSIVE too
elusive for the humanear yeta SYM
phony, indeed, in the ideality of art.
Bordering the naSIow lake of soft
drowsiness, which splits the Sunken
Gardens of the Plaza Of the Court of
the Palaces, are imtative embodi-
ments of sculptured dolphins, with
tails curled under the outer prongs
Of tridents; the whole an unbroken
coping, but, on each side, with cor
respondence of reflections, from rigid
:. parallels, conforming to the gentle
ar, a. 4lo Io1ro
Before me and thanking each side,
rise the palatial revelations, the tri-
umphs of Bradford Lee Gilbert, the
, architect. There are those here, but
sadly it has not been myprivilege to
be one, who, having Egnged at the
shrine-places of colonnaded art, in the
; old world, declare that not elsewhere
5 have such persuasions over the be-
t holders n of the sublime been
1 more resolutely shackled in captivi-
ties of design and strunARre.
Turn me loose!
l AT last / am free MSf1 the tyranny
3 of art. I am in s1e Philadelphia
! building.
There is that dumb one-right
r there! Old Liberty Bell!
: Hail, ancient creator and modern
t mute! Once resonant, now cracked
y ,-speechless, with a slit in YOU
throat!
You once, old bell, retaining the
Psalm of Liberty-the- Declaration O
Independence-spoke to the world
: while, with the same speech, calling
the quaint folks of Philadelphia to-
r gether to hear the first public render
ing of the Psalm from human lips
e In the second verse of the Psalm you
RETAINED the great doctrine of The
south, loudly intoning to mankind
a these words: +
sHThat to secure these Rights, Gov
ernments are instituted among men
l deriving their just Powers from thu
: Consent of the Governed, that wher
" lever any form of Government be
lcomes destructive of these Ends, it i
the Right of the People to alter o.
a abolish it, and to institute new Gov
a eminent, laying its Foundation OF
such principles, and organizing it
Powers in such Form as to them shall
seem most likelyto effect their Safety
and Happiness"
The doctrine of secession, and we
unrevoked in the Psalm of Liberty
o Old bell-ld pr~opagandisto of seces
; sion-at the final Judgment on tn
of Empire, your dead voic
I will bewooed into the golden mouth
:. of the bells Of God, and their beatin,
= tonn11oS will beat OUT its dumhnnc