in whose midst even prowling robbers, as in this case-unknown except to a few as such, thank Heaven!-may find, if they choose, abundant food and shelter without a farthing's pay. What a magnificent State!-with her hundreds of thousands of happy, prosperous, intelligent law-abiding inhabitants, and resources enough within her own boundaries, if tested, to supply their every want; with thousands of miles of railroads, built largely with money received from the toil of her own sons, for the welcomed incoming and onward march of progress and civilization; with towering, cultured cities springing up on her borders, and fretted within with churches, colleges, and innumerable school houses. While all this is true, I must also agree with Colonel Philips that Missouri has been maligned, slandered, vilified, as has no other State in the Union. It is a proud fact that good laws are as firmly and impartially executed here as in any State in America, but common candor forces the admission that while the bad stories heralded abroad have been exaggerated a thousand fold, they are not totally without foundation. A few desperate men have perpetrated on Missouri's soil as daring robbery and bloody murder as the world ever saw, and thus heaped odium on the people of the whole State; for you know by the evidence that the town of Winston, in this State, was the scene of such a horror on July 15, 1881.

You now have it in your power, on overwhelming testimony, to proclaim to justice and the world our people's disapprobation of this horrible crime. Alas! if with Frank James's guilt as clear as noonday, you should-from sympathy or prejudice-find as these gentlemen are beseeching you to find, what eternal stigma would you bring upon yourselves and your State. Gentlemen, hear me when I say it, let the Court hear me, for after all that has been said, it is my duty to proclaim it in deliberate reply-and would that I had voice so loud and shrill that it might resound in the remotest corners of your minds, and Heaven's most distant bounds might hear it-I say that a verdict of not guilty, on this overwhelming testimony, would bring greater shame upon the State than all the robberies, small and great, committed within her borders since 1868. It were far better for us, that this defendant had never given himself up to the officers, and had never been tried.

Colonel Philips talked much about popular clamor, whose mighty storm he seemed so much to regret and fear, and he implored your bravery to stand against it. So, no matter who the defendant is, or was, or who his friends may be, we ask and implore

you to stand bravely by your duty and your oaths given to your country and your God.

Gentlemen, my task is ended. May the "God who ruleth in the armies of Heaven, and doeth His pleasure amongst all the inhabitants of the earth;" "Who holdeth the hearts of all men in His hands, and turneth them as the rivers of water are turned;" may the "God of the widow and the fatherless" of McMillan's wife and child come into your hearts, and guide you to a righteous verdict in this case. I thank you for your kind attention. [Applause suppressed by the Court.]

ANOTHER TRIBUTE TO MISSOURI

(From Lecture on Missouri.)

Note: A few years ago at the suggestion of a good many citizens of Missouri, Mr. Wallace prepared and delivered a number of times a lecture entitled "Missouri." This lecture portrayed the wonderful beauty of Missouri, set forth her unsurpassed development and defended the honor and civilization of her people. A part of the lecture was in verse. His devotion to his boyhood State prompts him to publish it now..

HEN all Nature smiles in the month of May,
Come behold Missouri at break of day:

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Sunbeams are dancing in the azure sky;

Aurora is driving her horses by;

Star-eyed, she dashes through the streaming light
With radiant face and apparel bright;

Roses are tangled in her golden hair;

Ne'er yet was the goddess of morn so fair;
And the flowers she strews with lily hand
She's plucked from the soil of my boyhood land.

Now fleeing shadows close the reign of night,
And the heart is wooed by a magic sight:
Beauteous hills display their lofty heads;
Rich valleys awake from resplendent beds;
Fertile plains are greeting the ravished view;
Silver lakes are bidding the stars adieu;
Majestic mountains hail the flaming dawn;
Magnificent rivers go foaming on;
Stately woodlands bend to the passing breeze
Like trembling billows on gentle seas;
Streamlets are singing Nature's songs of love,
And the blue grass matches the skies above.

Ere long the blazing sun is mounting high;
Locked in his brilliant rays the landscapes lie;

Diamond dewdrops deck expanding green-
The angels could revel mid such a scene.

Roll back, O Time! make me again a child
Light-hearted to roam o'er the prairies wild,
Where flowers of every clime and hue
Are bathing their tints in the crystal dew.
Let me hunt again for my father's cows
Through towering forests with bending boughs,
Midst the gurgle of brooks, the buzz of bees,
And aroma that comes from blooming trees.
Where the young squirrel leaps from limb to limb
And the turtledove cooes her plaintive hymn;
Where the wild turkey hides, the winds are mum,
The pheasant is beating his muffled drum;
Where the bounding doe is swift in her track
As she flees from the huntsman's yelping pack;
Where Phoebus is lavish with his warming beams
And the game fish leaps in the laughing streams.

Ah, let me feel again the pulse's thrill

As I listen to notes both soft and shrill,

For the song birds have found this matchless land, And they gather hither from many a strand.

The robin proclaims the coming of spring,

And the bobolink makes the forests ring;

The lark greets the morn o'er the meadows wide, And the whip-poor-will chants at eventide;

The canary trills in the poplars tall,

And the bobwhite answers the plowboy's call;
The oriole warbles where branches pour,

And the gentle wren by the farmer's door;

The faithful thrush sings morning, eve or noonThe nightingale by the silvery moon,

While the mocking bird charms with sweeter note Than Apollo's lyre or a siren's throat.

Beauteous, marvelous patrial home!

I find not thy match though the world I roam,
And Heaven her favors doth still bestow.

You're lovely now as in the long ago.

My heart is thrilled with the rapturous truth:
Missouri lives in perennial youth.

But Missouri displays her rarest charms
When beauty and plenty entwine their arms,
When the harvest come in this matchless clime
In bounteous, glorious summer time.
Then Ceres approaches on golden wing,
Scattering sunbeams while the sickles sing.
Then yellow fields in the radiance bask,
Yielding the toiler all that heart can ask.
Then the North and the South contend for the prize
In the most wondrous soil beneath the skies,
Where corn and cotton flourish side by side,
Clover and alfalfa in valleys wide;

Where all fruits their highest excellence reach,
The Northern apple and the Southern peach.
Peace and plenty are within our gates;
Ceaseless abundance on appetite waits,

For this is the land where the walnuts grow,
And the milk and honey forever flow.

APOSTROPHE TO MISSOURI.

Grand, beautiful, imperial Missouri!
No land hath bluer skies or purer air.
Thy men are brave; thy women are fair.
Whate'er is good, God has given to thee.
Thy resources are like a boundless sea.
With matchless climate, water, grain and grass,
In flocks and herds no State can thee surpass.
In precious treasure hid beneath the ground
Thou wearest the laurels the world around.

Hospitable, honorable, law-abiding Missouri!
Where the latchstring hangs on the outer door
Welcoming alike the rich and the poor;
Where the true Missourian despises lies
And exalteth honor to the very skies;
Where this is the motto of which he's fond:

"Your word, let it be as good as your bond."