The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1912-08-29

If did not sfshoot on my lip
a little at this stage of the games.
l might "bust, and the fun of it
is am tackling something | don't
know anything about, but there
are such great peculiarities, exag-
.gerated circumstances, and ex-
trinsic facts, staring US in the face
at this time, that I can't help but
infer a few exquisite results. I'll
seems to be a day OF pessimism
and should this detestible world
be posted at every cross roads in
Claiborne, as well as hung over
the door of every doctors, law
yer's, preachers and merchants
desk, it would not convey a more
compelte idea of the situation than
that furbelow smile that fingers, in |
expectancy, on every mans fors-
castle you meet, both in town and
in the country.
never could believe in pessi-
mism or patriotism. but ever and
anon aloft, and beyond, have held
to optimism and opportunityism
with death grip and grim visage.
"Why mourn when there is no mourning
cause,
Why weep when weeping hath no pause.
"Are we shackled with iron that
we cannot mover Ali Vestus;
abl Vestus!" (Dante.) I've seen
the day when every crumb came
from the dusty strokes | gave
mother earth on blistered knees.
I've trampled hard clods with ach-
ing bones and with no dream of
heritage save results OF earnest
travail; but never have | hugged
the DAD BLAsTED phantom of de-
spair.
| have just spent nearly . week
with brother farmers in the Beech
Grove neighborhood under the
gospel eloquence Of that grand old
veteran father, S. r. Young, and
the humble sincerity of Bro. Jones,
whose mlnistrations of hope were
par excelIen pis all. A grand.
noble, exalted people, yet behind
the screen was a tub of the ''blues"
that seemed to have spattered the
faces of all, as though every life
) had been punctured by boil weev-
: Ills. "No cotton--got big weed,
! but no cotton" | pretty nearly
) learned it by heart, so that | could
fore talk what every man would
saw when asked about his crop.
! Well, it's truth, but why sombre
Y the shades of mourning for King
D CottonP King Caesar crossed the
: Rubicon, why not King Cotton
e Was Rome squelched because O.
a Caesar? But to the Inferno again
!, "VestusI Vestus! other seeds may
J he sown. Hi theel hi theel" (Plu
e to.) I do not quote from thi'
d damnable spectre book as fittinl
/, any special community, but tn
n UNIVERSAL SONG. Egypt wa
s. not more grieved at the loss of al
j. of her first born, nor Rachel les
5, to be comforted in her doletu
b toomb gibe-but what Of i'll L
" not doctor the patient. We are !
,e the school of expression. LIVE
ne LEARN AND DARE. In the languag
S, quoted above, "Other seeds ma
so be sown. Hi therel hi therel"
or Politics, hand in hand with den
ey agoguery, national, internationa
lie and universally am an OPT
hit timist, yes, and conhning my P
,ss litical hopes to our own countr
en- | look for the greatest shower
1is benefits from these political clio
ID, that has fallen since the surrende
us The steel of its yeomen is wieldil
w; its swath, Virginius, for the sa
of his daughters honor stabb
ere her to the heart, held the ia
Ike poignard in her bosom with
em right hand, encircled her with
les left arm and with vanished tei
md kissed away her moments of deal
Uncle Sam has gone one bett
;s., For the sake of their own hon
ard stabbed two sons to the be
ur- (Wm. Jennings and Theodor
car while the people laugh With !
quenchabIe scorV at their brol
ure sceptre. "What monstrous c.
are Gus children some folks do rails
,ac- (Major Jones.) What peculiar