In San Domingo there is no Tuskeegee, Hampton or Howard. In San Domingo there are no flourishing manufactories created and operated by negroes; and no up-to-date automobile street-car lines, such as the negroes started in Nashville, Tennessee. The negroes of San Domingo ought to have a commerce—one of the most profitable in the world; but they haven’t. Their navy is a myth, and their army a joke. One revolution chases after another with such confusing rapidity that when our Senate meets to debate the ratification of the San Domingan treaty which Roosevelt had arranged, the “President” with whom Roosevelt had made the treaty is a fugitive, whose “Cabinet” has compelled him to take to the woods. There used to be an “Order of Nobility” in San Domingo, with its Marquis of Lemonade and its Duke of Marmalade; but as these eminent Noblemen have failed to show up in the later turmoils I fear their titles have become extinct, or that the “Order of Nobility” has been abolished. Which is a pity. It would have been something worth living for to have seen the Duke of Marmalade paying a visit to this country, receiving the adoring attentions which New York’s “Swell Set” pay to all “noblemen” whomsoever. * * * * * Nowhere else in the universe is the negro treated so well as in the United States. He was once a slave, but his own people sold him. Either he was a captive in war who would have been slain, broiled and eaten, if the English or Dutch sailor had not come along and offered to buy him; or he was in the power of his chief, his father or his brother, and was by them offered for a price. Some of the blacks who were brought to this country may have been kidnapped, but, as a rule, there was no need for kidnapping. Negroes could be bought for a song all along the Coast and all through the interior of Africa. The most successful “kidnapper” was New England rum. Yes, it is a literal historical fact that the negro was sold into slavery by his own people, just as Joseph was sold by his brethren. In the long run what was the consequence to the negro? He was changed from a savage into a semi-civilized man. In his native land he had been an ignorant serf whose life depended upon the temper of a despotic brute—his chief. He exchanged a slavery for a slavery; and the slavery to which he was brought lifted him from a brute into a man. We taught him how to work; we taught him how to read; we taught him how to think; we taught him how to live. To free him from the bondage into which his own brethren had sold him, a million white men rose in arms. There were four years of terrible, horrible strife; half a million white men fell in battle; six billions of dollars were devoured in the flames of Civil War; and over all that period of strife, and over the host which finally triumphed, waved the flag which the freed negro—freed at such frightful cost—now safely denounces as a dirty and contemptible rag!