whoever they be and whatever their aims, to the reason and these , but a great and noble city, full of farmers' boys who rather than below the standard of other considerable centers here without warrant or commission. My own people, who delivering this message I want to plead before the bar of of homes and altars, whose church bells echo vibrant to the God is your God, in religion and in morals something above 107 / protest against that religion which sands the sugar and the most cruelly maligned. I appeal from the partisans, fighters. In the direct Scotch line, however and I believe ter their fortunes, still clinging to the old rooftree; a city justice of the whole people, and I declare that Louisville is as you do in pedigree and heredity there was a good old Lexington, the happiest of cities, the cause of Louisville, of Lexington, whose interests are your interests and whose neither the Sodom nor the Gomorrah so often pictured by in divisions and brigades to speak for themselves. I bring came to town from every part of the commonwealth to bet- ty Presbyterian preacher, and I trace back to him. I am not minister of the gospel, my great-grandfather, a Madison coun- what I say, when, the day after tomorrow, they come here you a message of fraternity in advance from them, and, in know me best and have always stood by me, will indorse The Rule of "Not Too Much." of business and population. church bells of Lexington, whose heart beats true to the heart