TWO DEAD MEN.
THE MRMOET THAT SHALL ROT — AND A
MEMOEY THAT SHALL NOT PERISH.
Tweed's death last week preached a sermon which every fool or child could understand. Not the less foroible, either because everybody showed the natural kindly impulse to cover the sins ofthe dead, to put him and his life and its moral deoentiy out of sight. A few weeks ago a man) died in Philadelphia aB prominent as Tweed, the, meaning of whose life was as broad and pithy, bnt it was one wbicb everybody was: eager to bold up to view Bnd make much of. For it is a curious fact that even vicious and weak men are proud of 'another man's life which they I believe to be thoroughly pure,, and,. genuine, and feel themselves and wtirld the better -for it. If old_ Plutarch were alive, he would have held^the two men up for comparison until .we. could see the lines 'of their characters 3 in; shrewd and terrible contrast There, were certain circumstances in common in the lives of Willißm.-V.ejßh and j William Tweed which wouldhave justified such a comparison. Both were |men of great original force; both followed tha path (hey marked out", for themselves uninfluenced by others; bbth'were born in the atmosphere of commerce and began a business life in early boyhood with very scanty 'education; both amassed great wealth and -made tbeir way to a leadership in the affairs of their native cities. But there the likeness ceases. What Tweed was we all knbw-r-honest and industrious probably in his youth, until the greed for show, for money seized him; then a thief the boldest, most gigantic and successful in his swindling operations that the country has ever known. Eight years ago his prosperity and - wealth seemed, Invincible; diamonds literally glittered upon tbe shoes of his children, and many of the proudest and most honorable citizeDS of New York paid homage to him. Last Friday the whitehaired old man lay dead in his cc)), and of all his followers there was none so poor to*do him reverence.
William Welsh had neither genius nor scholarship to give him etninenoe; be was simply a Christian. THe force he brought to bear upon the wJrld was that j of brotherly lave and stern integrity. He, never held an office to which a salary was attached. Yet he : rescued ; the vast financial interests confided to, tbe city of Philadelphia in trust, which had else become the prey of rings as unscrupulous as Tweed's, and controlled tbeir management for years on principles of strict ebonomy and honour. He was known! as the friend of the Indian in every tribe. He gave a powerful helping, - hand to every enterprise which \ would strengthen or elevate the criminal, the poor or tbe wretched. For thirty yerrs, while carrying on one of the largest trades in the country, this man never neglected to go once a week to the, orphans of Girard College to| talk to tbem of God and life and heaven as a loving father would do to his boys. He died a week ago without a moment's warning, in a hospital, surrounded by the poor and blind, to each of whom he had been a friend. Tbe whole, city stobd.his mourner. (FrQm the! Indian tribes, from distant countries, came lamentations from countless j human beingß whom he had be friended and helped.
Both of these men had; great wealth, but lying dead to-day neither has taken a dollar with him. In the words of Mr Welsh, "nothing lasts in this world but character." In the world beyond to whioh they have gone— but there our curioue eyes have no right to follow them. We want to call the atteution of young men to these two lives, and to their curious illustration of certain old truths, of tbe Bible which do not often find their way into daily journals. Put them out of eight as we will, tbeir awful justice is not Icbs alive and omnipotent. —San Francisco Bulletin.
Take them. Give them to .whom you choose. Where thou goest we will go. Thy member shall be our member, and thy vote our vote." What waa Sir ' George to do? Waa ho to suggest some one who knew what was what, who had a mind of hia own, who might possibly criticise his measures, or even support Mr Ballance? No, decidedly not. That would have been a very tame way of dealing with such material. He could not suggest himself, because he already represents the Thames. So he did the next thing to it. He said, " Here is my nephew. He was with me on the Coast. It's all in tha family. Elect him, and it will be just the same as if you elected ms." In a word, he knew the people he had to deal with. He assumed he had to deal with a constituency of beggars, corrupt and subservient to the core, to whom no insult would be offensive coming from the man in power; and quite logically and justifiably, he consulted not their precious feelings, but only his own expediency in the course he took. We hope that the Hokitika electors will be consistent and .thorough in their lick-spittle loyalty, and will return Mr George by a thumping majority. If they reject him they will save themselves from political damnation, truly — but they will utterly spoil the best joke that has been essayed for many years. The method of- making money is ascertained to be on mathematical principles. The moneyed men of the present day have for the most part succeeded by producing really valuable articles, and adding to industry honesty. These principles hold good all over the world, and the success attending the introduction of those invaluable medicines, "Ghollah's Great Indian Cures," into New Zealand i 3 another instance of proof -sf the assertion. The public have recognised the worth of these Indian Medicines, and the cures effected by their use are extraordinary. Get testimonials and the medicines of the Chemists. Testimonial— Kew, Victoria, 26th Oct., 1871. Sir,— Having treated my own case of a very severe Rheumatic attack in my leg and ankle, I can testify to the efficacy of your Ghollah's Rheumatic Mixture. It required. only.one bottle and a-half to completely cure me. I found the cure most perfect .and extraordinary, and have had no return of pain since taking taking your medicine. I have much pleasure in allowing you to use this testimonial as you think fit.— Your obedient servant, (Signed) J. P. Robbdck, Chemist.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIII, Issue 155, 28 June 1878, Page 4
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