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Show HOW IT MltiHT II WE bi;e. Xevcr iiiiui Tilton. Tiiton be blowe.l! he's univ a por devil of a cuckoid, whu didn't take a pistol, like Mr. Md'nrland, and go and shoot Bcccher during one of his admirable ad-mirable comely performances some Sunday morning in Brooklyn. Suppose Sup-pose he had. (Sods, what a hero he would have beer. There would have been a sensation for you! Suppose some quiet Sunday after collecting his proof and making his case Til-ton Til-ton had'stalkcil into Beecher's presence pres-ence and interrupted one of his grand sentences with a buliet; tho greal preacher throws his arms upward to God and tails upon his lace.dead; the assassin moves out calmly, a pale, curly-headed maniac ; Mr. John Graham makes a beautiful speech; and all ii well. The fireside has been vindicate !. The false preacher has been punished. The murderer is a true man and a hero; and the world moved on as it moved before, self-satisfied, self-satisfied, self - righteous, self-glorifying. The tragedy passes into tradition. tra-dition. Courier-Journal. |