Lamentation Of Prophet Watterson

In a column and a half of doubleleaded editorial Mr. Watterson talks to the miraeroua readers of the Weekhj Courier-Journal. No man knows his constituency better than Mr. Watterson, nor is anv man more thoroughly regaxded as "' guide philosopher, and friend " by his constituency. To use the vernacular, wliat Mr. Watterson says " goes " in the farmhouses aud country homes of a large area of the Southern States. So that things must be in a bad way when he begius a discourse, witb all the emphasis of doublé leads, by sayine: The Democratie outlook does not brighten ns the solar system puts on its sumiller garb of green and gold. The confusión at Washington is radiative. lts dissonauce epidemie. Demoerats go about bewildered. Chagrín among the rank and file of the party, passing from amtizemeut to dismay, has culmiuated in disgust, deep and universal. A political society which has weathered so niany headjands and survived so manv adversities. was surely not boro todie: but little hort of complete reorganization seems adaquate to its rescue from total disruptiou. And ends it tlius : Besides it is not victory, but defeat, that stares us in the face. It would be useless to ask of Mr. Watterson that lie should diye into the Sargasso sea and rescue the drowned Stat-Eyed Goddesa of Kefonn by the locks. Bhe has no lock's whereby to lio rescüed. Fathomsdeep in the ooz( óf desuetude lies the skeleton ui that sometimë sorcerèss. Her skull is bald, the sockets of lier eyes are vacant. Xo motioi' has sin; nou-, nor force, She uelther ln-ars nor sees. Xever again will her lips utter mollifluous enchantméjits, tiever again will she ride lier milk-white steed through the blne-grasa valleys aud over , the blue-gra8s liills. Slic is as impotent as a deserted distillery. Echoes of her voice may - though we -doubt it - still baunt certam secluded glens of Kentucky, but all that remiuds one of her in the North is au occasional fragment of paper that tells how certain sappy gentlemen who sang a false tenor to her bewitching, though meretrieious, soprano once made certain utterances that in the intoxication of the effervesceuce of i'olly tliey spoke of as "editorials that won." Quisridet? Who rides novv? Who does the laughing? Behold ! It is not the robber barons who have done this thing. It is not '-the leagued Republican monopolista " that have compassed this defeat- for defeat is Mr. Watterson's, and lias he not written it : Besides, it is not victory, but defeat, that starea us in the face. It is an o], Ier Eorce than Républican, probably i gross exaggeration of what anv one ])erson e;in do in this crisis, but even it' it were so, and that one man rèfused to entertain any propositipn of settlement uutil the spirit ot' war haif lieen effectually exercised, he would be perfectly justifiable in his stand. No toleration of that attitude of deflance shonld l;e countenauced. The open blocking of a train of cars, no matter if no life is niperiled, is a crime which must not be allowed to gain headway. If it does the very foundations of societv