The glass was broken by a man too drunk to know what he was doing. And the two men of Boston fell upon the helpless, drunken wretch, _and kicked him to death in the streets_. Was Massachusetts and all the North condemned for _that_? What became of the homicides? One received a nominal punishment, which was not a real punishment; and the other boasts that he was never punished at all. Where was the boast made? In the House of Representatives of the United States—_for Boston, Mass., actually sent to Congress the man who had helped to kick another man to death in the streets_! His name? John A. Sullivan. I beg pardon—it is, _The Honorable John A. Sullivan._ South Carolina is far behind Massachusetts—_she has not yet sent James Tillman to Congress_. * * * * * In the name of the Good God who made us all—are we _never_ to hear the last of these bitter revilings of the South? Are we _never_ to reach the Era of Good Feeling for which so many strong men have toiled, so many pure women have prayed? Will the blind Apostles of Hate _never_ “Let us have Peace”? Shall the marplot and the bigot and the partisan and the Pharisee _forever_ be able to thwart the nobler efforts of nobler men? Shall Ransy Sniffle _always_ succeed in embroiling those who want to be friends? When I think of Abraham Lincoln—magnanimous, broad, far-seeing, praising the Confederates who had stormed the heights at Gettysburg, calling upon the band to play “Dixie” on the night following Lee’s surrender—and then contemplate this narrow, spiteful, out-of-date Professor of History at Harvard, I realize more than ever how much the South lost when a madman assassinated the statesman _who had her blood in his veins, sympathy for her in his heart, and a knowledge of her in his mind_. In vain will Congress return the battle-flags of the Lost Cause, in vain will the McKinleys and the Roosevelts labor for the Era of Good Feeling, if the violent partisans of the North, playing into the hands of the almost obsolete fire-eaters of the South, give to sectional hatreds a new lease of life. _Remember the Rascals_ The law provides that a Congressman shall be paid a salary of $5,000 per year; and in order that the compensation shall be _equal_, among members, the Government pays their traveling expenses. Otherwise the Representative who comes from the Pacific coast to the Capital, paying his way, would realize very much less on his salary than a Representative from Maryland or Virginia. The cost of travel was greater in the olden days than now, and the free pass had not then become one of the devil’s favorite inventions. Consequently, the lawmakers declared that the taxpayers should furnish _twenty cents per mile_ to meet the expenses of the Representative in going from his home to the post of duty.