. . . There was especial interest to hear Craig and as he arose to speak he was greeted with an enthusiastic round of applause. His spech was a finished oration, difficult to do justice to in a brief newspaper report. Some of its points points were as follows:

This is a climax in history. The irrepressible conflict is ended. This peaceful revolution has restored the government of the commonwealth to a position of stable epuiliberium. The triumph of the Anglo-Saxon was inevitable. We rejoice that the victory is so peaceful, so speedy and so complete. * * *

It was the Teuton that died before the legions of Caesar, but not a man surrendered. It was the Anglo-Saxon that stood like a wall of granite, where the great emperor hurled against him those projectiles of war—the grand army and the old guard. It was the Anglo-Saxon that drove back the savage and reclaimed the new world. Before his pioneer ax primeval forests fell, the wilderness was transformed into wide seed fields and steepled cities. It was the Anglo-Saxon at Santiago that stretched out his arm of power to crush the tyrant and unshackle the slave; at Manila, that sent his bombshells blazing and crashing through hell fire the miasma of despotism in the Orient

He has sent forth his fleets and armies, not as Rome sent forth her legions to conquer, rule and crush, not as Napoleon sent forth his armies, to march by the light of blazing cities, to found new dynasties and consolidate arbitrary power, but to civilize, to Christianize and make peace on earth.

In South Africa, in Australia, in the Philippines, in America, from whence the Goddess of Liberty lifts her beacon hand from the surges of the Atlantic—over mighty rivers and empire states—to where the waves of another ocean beat gently on golden sands, in all the world wherever he set his foot he was ruler—except in North Carolina. And this is the state of Halifax court house and Mecklenburg; this in the state consecrated by the blood of Guilford Court House and King's Mountain. It is the state of Nathaniel Macon and Badger and Pender and Vance. It is the state that has 125,000 sons who sleep in the battle-scarred bosom of old Virginia. It is our sacred Fatherland. Inspired by the hallowed, glorious memories of the past, commanded by the solemn duties of the present, sustained by the prayers of her manhood, empowered by Him who dwells in omnipotence beyond the morning stars, who wrote the eternal law, we have decreed that North Carolina too is the Anglo-Saxon's heritage and shall be ruled by Anglo Saxon men. * * *

The race question is the most difficult problem of the ages. The sins of our Fathers will be visited upon us and our children. We must solve this problem with the courage and with the enlightened conscience of the Anglo-Saxon. Justice must be done to all men. * * *

Never yet share of truth was vanly sot in the world's wide fallow,
Other hands may so the seed,
Other hands from hill and mead,
Reap the harvest yellow.

The public weal, the welfare of both races, self preservation. demand that the negro be eliminated as a disturbing element in politics. They stand in a solid phlanx, 120,000 strong, ignorant and politically vicious, with smart, unscrupulous leaders they are a constant menace to the state a constant threat of anarchy and ruin, "red ruin and the breaking up of laws." They cannot rule this state. When the armies of Louis XIV, encircled Holland and it seemed as if resistance were almost useless, William, Prince of Orange, called the state's general together and it was solemnly decreed that sooner than surrender to the foreign conqueror, they would cut loose the dykes and let the ocean sweep over the land; that nothing should appear above the waves except the towers and steeples of the cities of Holland. The people of North Carolina, too, have determined that the African shall not rule in this land. and this determination might as well be written into law.

The ballot box should be protected from corruption. We should have an election law to prevent as far as possible all corruption and bribery. The democratic party is the friend of the poor man. His sovereign right to vote should be protected and jealously guarded. * * *

In this great struggle the souls of men were aglow with a fire that could not be quenched. They were moved by the mysterious moral power that despises gold and bayonets; that is more resistless than the advance of imperial armies The democratic hosts, like the avalanche crushing all before it, swept onward to victory.

In this hour of triumph let all the sons and daughters of Carolina rejoice. For the honest republican we have nothing but good will. There are no populists, they are all democrats, and the democrats all belong to the great People's Party. We are united more firmly than ever in the brotherhood of the democracy of Zeb Vance. The rivers are shouting hallelujahs and the mountains are clapping their hands for joy. * * *

There are a few men in North Carolina who were traitors to every trust and false to every instinct of our race. They not only basely betrayed the cause of the poor, but tried to crush the manhood and womanhood of North Carolina beneath the heel of an alien and senile race, and it ought to be more tolerable for Sodam and Gomarrah than for these men in North Carolina.

Good government will be restored. We will drive the rascals out and keep the rascals out. The true sons of the Old North State will make and administer her law. Justice will be done to the corporation and to the individual, and the laws will be administered in equity to the rich and in mercy to the poor. The star we see is the star of the morning, welcome to us as "dayspring to the shipwrecked in Nova Zembla."