The Peoples Voice (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, August 4, 1899 Page: 1 of 8
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The Peoples Voice
NORMAN. CLEVELAND COUNTY, OKLAHOMA. FRIDAY, AUGUST 4 |8W.
SOME EXTRACTS FROM THE GREAT AG
NOSTIC'S WRITINGS AND
BIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS.
[Written In 1878,on vialtlng in Scotland the
fiout* wliere tliw people* p«K*t" wiw born. It
In wil«l to I* the only poem Mr. Ingersoll ever
Though scot hi ml IxMUtt* a tliouaanU luiinex
Of put riot, king uml peer,
The nohleHt, grunt lent of them all
Way lovell anil cnulletl here.
Here lived the greatest peiuaint prliiee,
The loving cotter king,
Computet! with whom the greatest lord
Is hut a titled thing.
TIh hut a cot, roofed In with straw,
A hovel made of clay,
One door aliuta out the unow and storm.
One window greets the tlay;
And yet I *tan<l within this room
Ami hold all throne* in worn.
For heie beneath this lowly thatoh
Love's sweetest bard was born.
Within this hallowed hut I feel
Like one who clasps a shrine,
Where the glad Hps at last have touched
Tlx; something deemetI divine.
And here the world, through all the years,
As long as day returns,
The tribute of Its love anil tears
Will pay to Robert Hum-.
i to have even the faintest fear that
I their naked souls had been clutched
] by an orthodox god."
LIFE AND DEATH.
" Awhile ago I made up my mind
to find out what was necessary for
me to be saved. If I have got a
soul, I want it saved."
" If God made us, he will not de-
stroy us. Infinite wisdom never
made a poor investment. Upon all
ihe works of an infinite God, a div-
idend must finally be declared. Why
should God make failures ? Why
should he waste material? Why
should he not correct his mistakes,
instead of damning them? The
pulpit has cast a shadow over even
the cradle. The doctrine of endless
punishment has covered the cheeks
of this world with tears. I despise
it and I defy it."
" I have made tip my mind that if
there is a Gcd, he will be merciful
to the merciful. That he will not
torture the forgiving. That every
man should be true to himself, and
that there is no world, no star, in
which honesty is a crime. The hon-
est man, the good woman, the hap
py child, have nothing to fear, eith-
er in this world or in the world to
" When the poor boy of sixteen
years, goes upon the field of battle
to keep his flag in heaven, not
knowing but that when the shadows
creep over him, the darkness will be
eternal,—there is heroism. For the
man who, in the darkness, said:
' My God, why hast thou forsaken
rae? '—for that man I have nothing
but respect and admiration. Back
of the theological shreds, rags and
patches, hiding the real Christ I see
the genuine man."
" The future holds the fruit of
joy; the present keeps us from the
feast, and so with hurrying feet we
climb the heights and upward look
with eager eyes. In the gathering
gloom the fires slowly die, while
memory dreams of youth and hope
sometimes mistakes the glow of ash-
es for the coming of Mother morn."
" And suppose after all death does
end all. Next to eternal joy, next
to being forever with those we love
and those who have loved us, next
to that is to be wrapped in the
dreamless drapery of eternal peace.
Next to eternal life is eternal sleep.
Upon the shadowy shore of death
the sea of trouble casts no wave.
Eyes that have been curtained by
the everlasting dark will never know
again the burning touch of tears.
Lips touched by eternal silence will
never speak again the broken words
of grief. Hearts of dust do not
speak. The dead do not weep.
Within the tomb no veiled and weep-
ing sorrow sits, and in the rayless
gloom is crouched no shuddering
I had rather think of those I
have loved and lost, as having re-
turned to the earth, as having be-
come part of the elemental part of
the wealth of the world—I would
rather think of them as unconscious
dust, I would rather dream of them
as gurgling in the streams, floating
in the clouds, bursting in the foam
of light upon the shores of worlds;
I would rather think of them as the
lost visions of a forgotten night, than
FROM ORATION ON DEATH OF IIIS
" The loved and loving brother,
husband, father, friend, died where
manhood's morning almost touches
noon, and while the shadows were
falling to the west.
" He had not passed on life's
highway the stone that marks the
highest point, but, being weary for a
moment, he lay down by the way-
side, and. using his burden for a
pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep
that kisses down his eyelids still.
While yet in love with live and rapt-
ured with the world, he passed to
silence and pathetic dust.
"Yet, after all, it may be best,
just in the happiest, sunniest hour
of all the voyage, while eager winds
are kissing every sail, to dash upon
the unseen rock, and in an instant
hear the billows roar above the
sunken ship. For, whether in mid-
sea or 'mong the breakers of the
farther shore, a wreck at last must
mark the end of each and all. And ev-
ery life, no matter if its every hour
is rich with love and every moment
jewelled with a joy, will, at its end,
become a tragedy as sad and deep
and dark as can be woven of the
warp and woof of mystery and death.
" This brave and tender man in
every storm of life was oak and rock,
but in the sunshine he was vine and
flower. He was the friend of all
heroic souls. He climbed the
heights, and left all superstitions far
below, while on his forehead fell the
golden dawning of the grander day.
"He loved the beautiful, and was
with color, form and music touched
to tears. He sided with the weak,
the poor and wronged and lovingly
gave alms. With loyal heart and
with the purest hands he faithfully
discharged all public trusts.
" He was a worshipper of liberty,
a friend of the oppressed. A thou-
sand times I have heard him quote
these words : ' For justice all place
a temple, and all season, summer.'
He believed that happiness was the
only good, reason the only torch,
justice the only worship, humanity
the only religion, and love the only
priest. He added to the sum of hu-
man joy ; and were every one to
whom he did some loving service to
bring a blossom to his grave, he
would sleep tonight beneath a wil-
derness of flowers.
" Life is a narrow vale between
the cold and barren peaks of two
eternities. We strive in vain to look
beyond the heights. We cry aloud,
and the only answer is the echo of
our wailing cry. From the voiceless
lips of the unreplying dead there
conies no word, but in the night of
death hope sees a star and listening
love hears the rustle of the wing.
" He who sleeps here, when dying,
mistaking the approach of death for
the return of health, whispered with
his latest breath, ' I am better now.'
Let us believe, in spite of doubts
and dogmas, of fears and tears, that
these dear words are true of all the
ON THE PHILIPPINE WAR.
Shortly before his death, Mr. In-
gersoll said :
"I have one sentiment for the
soldier—'cheers for the living and
tears for the dead.' If it were meet
to weep over the sacred dust of the
brave men who died to render our
flag stainless, and keep it in the sky,
it is now proper to flood the graves
of the boys who are falling in the
Philippine Islands. For they are
not fighting to add lustre to Old
Glory or to save the Union, but as
mere machines, at the behest of the
administration, which for the time
is the government of the United
" War with Spain, for which the
volunteers took up arms, has long
since ended. Congress has not de-
clared war against the Filipinos, nor
voted money to carry on a war of
conquest. Then why this thunder
of guns, the flying thunderbolts of
hell, and these new made graves as
numberless as the stars ? It is a war
not in the name of liberty, but
against it. Our arms are not add-
ing glory to the flag, but instead are
staining that starry emblem with
the blood and tears of a people
fighting for the right of self-govern-
ment. The soldier is not to blame.
Therefore, when he falls in such a
war his bier should be draped in
deepest mourning and drenched
with the tears of his fellow country-
men. Take Colonel Stotzenberg as
an example. No braver, truer sol-
dier ever wore uniform, or marched
in the shadow of the flag. He only
recently remarked that he was sick
and unsatisfactory. As it is with
them, so it is likely to be with their
" The eight millions of people of
the Philippines are as highly civil-
ized as the twelve millions of Mex-
ico. If the American people will
imagine the United States to have
acquired Mexico against her will and
engaged in an attempt to put down
a universal rebellion of Mexicans
with 20,000 troops, they will have a
duplicate picture at close range of
the situation in the Philippines—
with the exception that the climate
of the Philippines is 10 to 15 degrees
hotter than that of Mexico."
I3ACON ON THK HIND.
of such a war, and looked forward ,
There was luck of woman's cooking—too much
to the near future, when he hoped of Aigar'abeef.
he and his brave volunteers would 1 Dut._" bont be"1',e ",m to h®ar w"at
be relieved from killing men who
were struggling for independence.
—He arrived on the battlefield fresh
from the arms of his wife at Manila.
At the head of his regiment, leading
a charge, he falls, pierced through
the heart. For what great principle
did his life go out ? Will the ad-
ministration answer ?
" It has always been glorious to
die fighting for truth, liberty and
eternal right. But when one falls in
the Philippine war, there burns no
halo of glory above his dust, but
the sad, untimely, uncalled-for death
causes tears to moisten the eyes of
every patriot in the land."
he might say,
The com rat le, he wax ull bent up, he hud It the
The dying soldier rallied it* he gra*i>ed his
And he said, MBeware of Alger's beef, pressed
in Mckinley tin,
Take a message and a token to Home distant
friends of mine,
For I wss fed on putrid beef, not on Hacou on
" When you 1 break the news to mother
her this can <>f beef,
A token from my knapsack, it may bring some
For if without a funeral her sorrows can't be-
Just bury this Instead of me, for It has been
And have them dig the grave as deep, yen,
deeper than a man,
And if my billy goal's alive, don't let him get
Then on the tombstone don't forget to add one
Explaining it was putrid beef, not Hacon on
"Tell my sister she can't weep too much, and
mourn, and sob and cry,
For, though I was a soldier boy and not afraid
Yet 1 inn even robbed of chance of glory by
I cannot e'en be shot to death, but die of stom-
And if they do not bury this, but hang it on
To show to friends and relatives whenever
they may call,
I say, tf she should hung It where the big green
files may dine,
Just warn the flies it's putrid beef, not Hacon
on the Rind.
Ami when they choose a senator, way up In
Oh, have thetn choose some other chump be-
sides that Alger man.
Tell my brothers ami companions and ull con-
To tell my mournful story to the \oters ut the
How we fought the buttle bravely, how not a
Hint disobeyed an order, or tried to break and
How, when we'd fought his battles with scour-
age most divine,
He fed us on his putrid beef, not Bacon on the
His voice grew weak and weaker, for just about
Then, writhing with convulsions, he had to
cease to speak.
Ills comrades had writ down his word?, that
they might all be read,
When the soldier fed by Ksgun, in foreign lund
And the great voice of the people rose with it
Till tliey foitned a beef commission, with u
monstrous whitewash brush.
Yea, calmly, with that whitewash brii9h they
fixed up things go fine,
When on my day of life the night i falling,
And, in the winds from unsunned spaces
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
My feet to paths unknown,
Thou who hast made my home of life so pleas-
Leave not its tenant when its walls decay.
0 lx)ve divine, O Helper ever present,
He thou my strength and stay!
Be near me when all else from me is drifting,
Earth, ky, home's pictures, days of shade
And kindly faces to mine own uplifting
The love which answers mine.
1 have but thee, O Father f Let thy spirit
He with me then to comfort and uphold ;
No gate of pearl, 110 branch of palm, I merit,
Nor street of shining gold.
Suffice it if—my good and ill unreckoned.
And both forgiven through thy abounding
I find myself by hands familiar beckoned
Unto my fitting place :
.Some humble door among thy many mansions,
Some sheltering shade where sin and striving
And flows forever through heaven's green ex-
The river of thy peace.
There, from the music round about me stealing,
I fain would learn the new and holy song,
And find at last beneath thy trees of healing
The life for which 1 long.
—John Green leaf Whlttler.
San Francisco, Aug. i.—An offic-
er of one of the volunteer regiments
in the Phippines has written the fol-
lowing letter to the Associated press:
" Manila, July 27.—The arrival of iTl,ey ,n,u1e 111080 ral10"8 n""'-v look llRe ,,H
, , _ con on the Hind. — Alba lleywood.
the rainy season finds the ' insurrec- -
To make a General 'Clean-Up.'
We have all New Goods, and the prices are already low,
but we offer Special Inducements in all lines
for July and August!
If you are looking for nice, new, clean Goods—and P> >r-
gains, too, come to see Us.
JUST RECEIVED :
Men's and Boys' Linen Suits, and Pants,
Big line "Buckskin" Breeches and Shirts,
Silk-Front Shirts,O'Gent's Neckwear,
Umbrellas and Parasols,*® and the nobbiest line of Shoes
in Norman. ALL GOOD SHOES!
We have the Celebrated JULIA
MARLOWE SHOE for Ladies,
both in high and low cuts.?© II
you are wanting something Good
and Beautiful, come and
get a pair.<f
Our Grocery Department is full of good things to
eat, and you will find us cheaper than anybody. Just re-
ceived 2 cars of flour and 1 car of sugar.
We buy everything that farmers bring us, and give
more than you can get elsewhere.
We appreciate your trade, and will sell 'em low
and send and get more.
tion' as vigorous as it has been at I
any time since the outbreak. The
native armies are well recruited,
notwithstanding their heavy losses,
and are well clothed and fed. They
have profited by their five months
of warfare with the Americans.
They are fast adopting the Amer-
ican tactics and are becoming better
disciplined and more skillful in the
use of their weapons every day.
One hundred thousand soldiers
should be here ready for business
by the beginning of the dry season
in November. Garrisons could then
be stationed at other strategic points.
A continuous warfare cannot be
carried on in this enervating climate
"It Helps the Town."
Topeka Mail ami BreeZC,
You say, friend, that personally
you don't drink, but that saloons are
necessary to build up a town and
make it prosperous.
VVell, if you are right about your
last proposition, you are not doing
the right thing. You are not con-
tributing a bit to this branch of the
If all the fellows in town follow
your example the saloons will go
broke for want of custom and the
town won't have a cent of saloon
revenue which, you say, is necessa-
ry. When the saloons are wiped
out, the town, according to your
S/ledge Sftros. & Philips.
• Sftcillinert/ and 2)ressmahing.
** * * * * We have moved our Millinery and Dressmaking business
to the cozy new building four doors east of M McGinley's
Grocery, where we are really "at home" in parlors fitted especially for
our work. We have ground floor rooms, too—no more hot, tiresome
stair-climbing.* *'*'\n a few days our fine new stock of Midsijmmkh
Mii.i.ineky will be on display, and offered at lower prices than is usually
asked for such goods. ...
\\ «• invite tin* ladies of Norman and vicinity t<> visit us In our new
parlors, examine our Midsummer stock, and buy if goods un<l
prices suit them.
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by the same troops. Frequent re- theory, will go to the do^s.
liefs are necessary. Troops should
not be kept here longer than a year.
Men from a northern climate retain
their native vigor for six or eight
months after arrival here, and then
begin to succumb to the various ail-
ments of the tropical weather. This
is exemplified in the cases of the
volunteers and those regulars who
have been in the Philippines since
last summer. Most of them are
saturated with malaria, many have
rheumatism and all are greatly debil-
itated. They are unfit for further
The thing for you to do as a pat-
riotic citizen is to drink hearty so
that the city may have the revenue.
Drink stone blind and go home
blear-eyed and soaked. You will
wake up the next morning, of
course, with your fevered blood
pounding in your temples and your
wife and children will be weeping,
but then you will be helping to in-
sure the prosperity of the town.
Sooner or later, if you keep up
the gait suggested, you will probably
drive your wife to the grave and
duty, and recuperations seem slow make yourself a miserable, brutal,
ragged wretch, dependent on public
charity, but when they bury in an
unpainted coffin in the pauper's cor-
ner they will have to say of you:
"He did what he could to keep up
the saloon and make the town lively.'
A Sad Case.
A railroad conductor story, by
Bert iloward: "I found a lady in
black grieving profusely. I asked,
' My poor madam, can I be of any
help to you, and what is the mat-
ter? ' She replied, ' Oh, conductor,
conductor, I have my husband's re
mains in the baggage car carrying
them to Baltimore to be cremated.'
A little farther down the car a lady
just as handsome as the other said
to me, ' Conductor, what ails that
good sister ? ' ' Madam,' 1 replica,
' she is carrying the body of her
, husband to Baltimore to be cremat-
ed, and I am surpriseil at her grief,
as it is her fourth husband.' Then
l Lady No. 2 began to weep very vig-
1 orously, and in great surprise I said,
!' Madam, you are worse than the
other sister; what ails you ? ' ' Oh,
i conductor, the I.ord is not good. I
1 have trusted to the Lord for forty
j years and never had nary a hus-
I band, and there is a woman with
' husbands to burn.' "
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