Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-01-26

test between Smith and Brown in
Georgia. Smith is again on top. as
Brown perhaps claims by some
hocus-pocus.
IL may be pardoned for a polit-
ical reference. even Maine has come
back, after having been hitched out
side of the Democratic crib for SO
years. And now. after q lifetime in
politics, Senator Hale finds himself a
fellow so well met that he is singing
Mr.. Johnson. Turn Me Loose"
| have sometimes been seized with
a restless spirit and at one time act
ually turned my back on old Ken.
lucky, but came back and no spot
on earth can entice me away again.
| have stood by the raging cata-
ract of Niagara and watched the
foaining waters plunge into the
misty chasm 100 feet below, but |
would rather stand here in Louis.
vile tonight and run the risk of be
Ing swept off my feet by storms of
applause than to ride over Niagara
Falls in a barrel cushioned with elder.
down,
| have climbed to the summit of
Nashington's Monument, by the side
of the broad Potomac, and gszed
down upon the most beautiful of all
our cities, but l had rather eat a
"speckled OWL in the roof garden
of your highest hotel than to drink
in the panorama from Washington's
Monument.
have rambled through the en-.
chanting scenery of the Indian River
in Florida, through forests of live
oaks draped with festoons of living
moss and plucked orchids fragrant
with perfume from the branches of
the trees, but | have come back to
Kentucky and prize far above orchids
such floral offerings as am wont to
receive of our own roses and carna
tons. have stood upon a noun,
tain top and looked down from a sun
lit sky upon the rain clouds flooding
the valleys below. have gone down
deep into the bowels of the earth
where the quest for gold makes
mountains give up their wealth. l
have gazed out like Balboa did upon
the immensely of the Pacific Ocean,
and listened to the endless roar Of
| the restless waves, lashing the beach
with the rising tide. | have foated
| like human cork upon the briny
bosom of the great Salt Lake,
have seen the mighty geyser spout
ing it columns of scalding water l0C
|, feet into the air, rivaling even oul
greatest orators. have stood upor
Inspiration point overlooking the
mighty canyon of the Yellowstone
the river winding like a silver thread
1900 feet below. Ihave watched the
eagles nesting on the crags below
half way down the walls of yellow
sand and stone, put | would rather
be back here in THE old Kentucky
Home" doing my sky-scraping in
after-dinner speeches and, if need
be in monoplanes-after they quit
making mourners.
come now to the pain of parting
In these sacred walls with all their
memories of the past; in these silent
hours of night, with solemn stiffness
all around; with my tired hearers
soothed by the soporific softness of
my own eloquence into peaceful slum.
Der, will not disturb your repose
even to say goodbye. With emo
tons | cannot express, with a heart
bowed down with woe at tearing
myself away. leave you in the arms
of Morpheus. in a sleep as profound
as that shown BY your census re.
turns. In the words of De Fioran:
Sleep on. sleep on, for if you wake.
You must be rivals in my woe"
Adieu. au revoir. farewell-but |
may come back again.