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"The Old Kentucky Homo."
The "Weekly Record of Bardstown,
Ky., gives this history of the beautiful
old song, "My Old Kentucky Home":
The song was written by Stephen
Collins Foster, a resident oi Pennsyl.
vania, while he and his sister were on
a visit to Judge John Rowan, a short
distance east of Bardstown. One beau
tiful morning, while the darkies were
at work in the cornfields and the sun
was shining with a mighty splendor on
the waving grass first giving it a color
of light red, then changing it to a
golden hue there was seated upon a I
bench in front of the Rowan home
stead two young people a brother and
a sister. High up in the top of a
tree was a mocking bird warbling its
sweet notes. Over in the hidden re
cesses of a small bush the thrush's
mellow song could be heard. A num
ber of small negro children were play
ing not far away. When Foster had
finished the first verse of the song his
sister took it from his hand and sang
in a sweet, mellow voice:
The sup shines bright on my old Ken
tucky home;
'Tis summer, the darkles are gay;
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's
in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the
day.
The young folks roll on the little ca-
bin floor,
All merry, all happy, all bright;
By'm by hard times comes a-knockin'
at the door
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night
On her finishing the first verse the
mocking bird descended to a lower
bough. The feathery songster drew
his head to one side and appeared to
be completely enraptured at the won
derful voice of the young singer. When
the last sweet note had died away upon
the air her fond brother sang in a deep
tiass voice:
Weep no more, my lady; oh, weep no
more today;
' We'll sing one song for the old Ken
tucky home,
For our old Kentucky home far away.
The darkies had laid down their
hoe and rake; the little tots had placed
themselves behind the large, shelter
ing trees, while the old black women
-were peeping around the corner of the
house. The faithful old house dog
never took his eyes off the young sing
ers. Everything was still, not even
the stirring of the leave's seemed to
break the wonderful silence. Again
the brother and sister took hold of the
remaining notes and sang in sweet ac
cents: They hunt no more for the 'possum
and the 'coon
On the meadow, the hill and the
shore;
They sing no more by the glimmer of
the moon
On the bench by do old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er
the heart,
'With sorrow where all was .delight;
The time has come when the darkles
have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night.
The head must bow and the back will
have to bend
Wherever the darkies may go;
A few more days and the trouble all
will end
In the field where the sugar canes
grow.
A few more days to "tote" the weary
load
No matter, It will never be light;
A few more days till we totter on the
road
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night.
As the song was finished tears flowed
down the old darkies' cheeks; the chil
dren crept from their hiding places
behind the trees, their faces wreathed
in smiles; the mocking bird and the
thrush sought their homes in the
thicket, while the old dog still lay
basking in the sun.
Incomprehensible Reprehengiblllty.
We wish that these bumptious Amer
ican generals would stop giving the
army such a bad name. There was
General Miles. He began It by say
ing that the war had been waged with
"undue severity" as if this were pos
sible! Only this week we were com
pelled to print the judge advocate gen
eral's report that one In every twenty
soldiers was a convicted offender a
thousand for desertion and theft, and
another thousand for drunkenness,
murder, rape and other cheerful
crimes. We leave it to anybody if this
Is not an outrageous slander on our
distant heroes, whatever the statistics
may show. And now comes General
Davis, the commander of all the troops
in the Philippines, who has had to be-
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gin his regime by issuing an ordor call
ing attention to the "carelessness of
thG officers and men in the matter of
dress and discipline," and characteriz
ing the neglect in these respects as
"extraordinary." How General Davis
could thus contradict Secretary Root,
and in the middle of a political cam
paign, we are at a loss to understand.
Wo can only put it down to the fact
that, being a soldier, he is not quite
used to the war department's policy of
suppression, and silence, and misrep
resentation, with which it has been so
pdmlrably successful up to this time.
Moreover, it was a reflection on Gen
eral Chaffee, his predecessor, and any
way what was the use? Did not Chaf
fee and MacArthur Issue similar orders
and admonitions? It ought to bo un
derstood by this time that our army
has the royal prerogative of inability
to do wrong. It is high time for these
talkative generals to "shut up" and
stop furnishing campaign material to
democrats by making far more sweep
ing charges than were ever preferred
by any "Bryanlte" or fussy anti-imperialist.
New York Post
Dig to Aid the Church.
Women of Beaver Dam, Wis., have
discovered a novel way to raise funds,
says an exchange, for churches. A
delegation had asked a certain mer
chant for funds. Ho was tired of buy
ing tickets to fairs, suppers and the
atricals, so ho made a proposition. He
offered to give $20 to the Presbyterian
church If the women of the congrega
tion would dig potatoes for two hours
and allow spectators.
The offer was accepted and a large
number of tickets worded as follows
were sold:
tyrdom." The party was made up of
"maids and matrons." Thcro were
girls of 12 and women of 70, all eager
to dig potatoes and socuro tho money
for the church. The procession moved
through tho city, the women march
ing two by two, each carrying her
own Implement A large sum was
realized.
Quay and the Coal Trust.
That the republican party as a na
tional party is not to blamo for tho
hard coal situation is true, as Mr.
Spooner says. But when ho charge
the blamo to tho commonwealth of
Pennsylvania he is speaking too gen
erally. Tho republican party of Penn
sylvania Is blamablo because It did not
bring tho cocl operators to book long
ago. Pennsylvania Is governed by re
publicans, and has been for year.
Senator Quay has but to wink one of
his drooping eyelids, and the Illegal
coal combine would have been at
tacked In tho courts, with every prob
ability that competition and cheaper
coal would have followed the attack.
Tho coal operators in tho last es
sence aro not tho most guilty men In
all this deplorable business; they act
ed as they did from self-interest Sen
ator Quay and the Pennsylvania state
legislature and its law officers were
paid to guard the Interests of the peo
ple, and they deliberately neglected
their duty Their neglect brings
shame on the republican party of
Pennsylvania. Detroit Journal.
TO STAMP OUT CONSUMPTION
Work of Research Society Gives Xew
Hope.
Tho holder of this ticket
is entitled to a reserved seat
on Mrs. Waidner's fence to
see the ladles of the First
Presbyterian church
DIG POTATOES
from 2 to 4 p. m. today,
Tuesday, Sept 7, 1902. Pro
ceeds of sale to go to the
church. Price of ticket from
25 cents up, according to tho
liberality of purchaser.
A farmer living near the city gave
permission to have-his field used and
the other afternoon 30 of thi women
marched to the scene of the I? "mar-
The Journal Research Society, 589
American Tract building, Now York
city, has been established for the pur
pose of preventing tho spread of con
sumption. The Society is sending free
to consumptives and sufferers from
bronchitis, asthma and catarrh, the
prescription of Professor Hon! of
Vienna, Austria, together with a bot
tle of the medicine and a book con
taining a full account of the cure of
Frederick Hamraan by Professor Hoff
as published in the New York Journal.
Hamman was selected from 100 con
sumptive patients at the Vanderbilt
Clinic-and sent at the Journal's ex
pense to be treated by Professor Hoff,
and returned homo after three months,
completely cured.