"GRAND OLD MISSOURI." The appellation, "Grand Old Missouri," now so often used, is said to have been originated by Mr. Wallace in his apostrophe to Missouri in his published campaign speech in 1892. RAND, beautiful, magnificent Missouri! Where rolling prairies, fertile valleys, mighty forests, placid lakes, majestic rivers, enchant the eye and woo the heart; where flowers of every hue and clime freshen in the evening dew till the green ivy of the North and the fragrant magnolia of the South meet each other in a common home, and rebuking sectional hate, entwine their arms in tenderest love; where birds of every note, and plumage wend their merry flight, from the humming bird that flutters in the honeysuckle to the eagle that builds his eyrie in the craggy cliff, while the nightingale, the bobolink and the mocking bird wake the forests with ringing melodies sweet as those that rose in paradise; where the perch, the croppie and the bass leap in the sunbeams and the hunter's horn rouses the fleetfooted fox and the bounding deer. Where yellow Fertile, bounteous, exhaustless Missouri ! harvests are locked in the golden sunshine rich as those that ripened in the land of Nile; where corn and cotton flourish in a common soil, and the apple and peach grow in luscious beauty side by side; where exhaustless beds of coal, lead and zinc lie sleeping in the earth and mountains of iron await the blazing forge. Enterprising, majestic, imperial Missouri! Where more than half a million souls have swelled our numbers during the past decade; where the lights of a genuine Christian civilization, like vestal virgins, hold their vigils unerring and undying as the silvery stars, and where under the soft and hallowed flame Progress, like the Hebrew giant, bursting the withes monopoly is ever tying about his limbs, is leaping forward in the great race for material wealth and glory with bounding strides, unsurpassed in all the sisterhood of States. Educated, intelligent, God-fearing Missouri! Where school houses so thickly dot the hills and plains that voice meets voice of merry children romping on the lea till one vast chorus mounts the skies; where from every city, village, hamlet the graceful spire and the church-going bell call the way to heaven; where thousands of Christian homes cluster by the rivers and on the hilltops with the open fire and the dancing flames, with the old arm-chair and the well-worn Bible-cherished scenes, where first we learned to lisp the name of father, mother, sister, brother. Sacred, tender, hallowed old Missouri soil! Beloved land of mingled joy and grief! Where all the flowers of youth have bloomed and grown. and childhood's merry laughter in gleeful echoes lingers still to cheer and thrill the drooping heart. Where many a hope has perished in an hour and many a falling tear has found a grave; where our mothers first taught us to kneel in prayer, and where under the willows and by the brooks the forms of loved ones gone before us, await our coming to slumber by them till the resurrection morn. Beauteous, glorious, consecrated old Missouri soil! Let others defame thee as they will-thank heaven, in life, in death, you are good enough for me. WOODROW WILSON. PROGRESSIVE PATRIOTISM. (From speech delivered at Columbia, Mo., February 6, 1912.) Note: Several months prior to the Baltimore Convention Mr. Wallace stumped Missouri for Woodrow Wilson for the Democratic nomination for the Presidency, of course, asserting his loyalty to his State and expressly stating that he wished to interfere in no way with the preference which should be given to her favorite son, whether it should be Hon. Champ Clark or Hon. Joseph W. Folk. The speech delivered at Columbia follows: Ladies and Fellow Citizens: A GOOD many of the friends and agents of what are known as "The Interests" are now going up and down our Republic saying of Woodrow Wilson: "He is merely a school master—he is simply a teacher." My friends, the greatest names in history are those of teachers. The soldier armed and epauletted and spurred and seated upon his foaming steed, splashed to the waist with human gore, has ever been worshiped by the brutal and the ignorant. But the humane and the intelligent have always regarded the teacher, whether in learning, government or theology, as the true benefactor of his race and entitled to the first place in the admiration and affections of mankind. The name of Socrates, the great teacher of Greece, and the first martyr to intellectual liberty, is now mentioned a dozen times where that of his countryman, Alexander the Great, is mentioned once. Moses, the illustrious teacher of antiquity-Moses, descending from Sinai with the Decalogue under his arms-will be loved and remembered when Julius Cæsar is forgotten, or if remembered, will be remembered only to be hated for the innocent blood he shed. Not until 1921, if on the spur of the moment I recall history correctly, will a single century have passed since Napoleon breathed his last at St. Helena. This is but a short period in the vast stretch of time, and the tramp of his armies and the din of his battles are still resounding in the ears of men. But the eloquence of Paul, the learned teacher sent to the Gentiles, will go |