164 OK, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 



that memorable evening of secession. I sounded it again, on 



Atlanta's hills, for Cleveland and democratic victory, and 

 made it to resound with lusty blasts on the triumphal entry of 

 Jefferson Davis into Atlanta. I was a secessionist, and 

 fought for what I believed to be the rights of my country ; 

 and though a reconstructed rebel, I do not feel that I com- 

 mitted treason against the federal government. If so, our 

 fathers of the revolution did the same thing. The same 

 causes existed, but God gave success to the one and defeat to 

 the other. His ways are inscrutabe, and we know ' he doeth 

 all things well.' 



"The lost cause is dead and buried. I revere its ashes, and 

 love and honor the grand old chieftain, who must soon go, 

 too. I honor the old hero, because he never faltered, nor 

 shrunk from what he believed to be his duty. 



"But about this dear old horn. I shall hope to sound it 

 again in 188S, for Grover Cleveland, or some other democratic 

 president; and if defeat should be our fate, will hang it 

 among the willows for another and more propitious day. 

 Once before then, however, I will take it down and give three 

 blasts for our next governor, John B. Gordon — a name irre- 

 sistible to every son of Georgia, and to every boy who wore 



the grey. Respectfully, 



"D. U. Sloan." 

 "Atlanta, Ga., May 30th, 1886." 



From the Atlanta Capitol : " This morning a Capitol re- 

 porter stumbled upon an item that will be read with interest, 

 and will also be amusing. It will be remembered that Mr. D. 

 U. Stone, of the National Hotel, has a historic horn, whitjh he 

 sounds out on patriotic occasions. A communication ap- 

 peared in the Constitution, about the first of the gubernato- 



