In Africa, in Liberia, in San Domingo, negro preachers have not flourished, increased, or put their hands upon so many good things as they have done in poor, little, old North America. And the shining hosts of negro school-teachers, flush with the white man’s money, do not wave any palms of victory beyond the limits of the country which is worse than hell, the country whose flag is a dirty, contemptible rag “where the negro is involved.” * * * * * Take out of your pocket a five-dollar or one-dollar treasury note, or certificate, and look at the name signed to give it validity. “_Judson W. Lyons, Register of the Treasury._” Do you find it? Well, that name has been a legal necessity to every treasury note issued by the Federal Government during the last eight years. Judson W. Lyons is a negro. For the last eight years he has been holding the high, responsible and well-paid office of Register of the Treasury of the United States. Nevertheless, this Judson W. Lyons went down to Macon, Georgia, to attend a convention of negroes, and in this convention he heard Bishop H. M. Turner, a negro, denounce the flag of his country as “A CONTEMPTIBLE AND DIRTY RAG;” and Judson did not open his mouth to protest. He also heard this ungrateful Bishop declare that—“_Hell is an improvement on the United States when the negro is involved_.” Still, Judson W. Lyons sat there in apparent acquiescence—he an officer of the Government! Now when you are told that every blessed son and son-in-law of Bishop H. M. Turner was appointed to office under President Cleveland, and when you bear in mind that Judson Lyons has so long been in the enjoyment of a Federal office which pays him $8,000 per year, you can form a fair idea of a radical defect in negro character. It is _Ingratitude_. Bishop Turner has been treated with the utmost consideration by the whites. He enjoys a larger income than he could hope to draw as witch doctor in Africa, or as voodoo man in San Domingo. He lives on the fat of the land, grows juicy himself, and yet runs no risk of being hot-potted by hungry brethren—as he would in his native land of Africa. He dresses in a manner which would have stunned King Tchaka; and to see him take his ecclesiastical ease in a Pullman car is a sight for the sore-eyed. _What is the Bishop angry about?_ Apparently for the reason that “drunken mobs” in the North, South, East and West diabolically persist in accusing the negro of committing rape. The Bishop says that the negro is innocent. Being innocent, he is necessarily as innocent as a new-born babe. The Bishop declares that “no negro has been tried by the courts and found guilty of this crime of rape in fifteen years.”