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Not Yours to Give...

Colonel David Crockett;
Compiled by Edward S. Ellis

One day in the House of Representatives, a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose:
“Mr. Speaker--I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has no power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it. We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him.
Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as a charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week’s pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks.”
He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.
Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation:
“Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made homeless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them. The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done.
“The next summer, when it began to be time to think about the election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up. When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to
the fence. As he came up, I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather
coldly.
“I began: ‘Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates, and--’
“’Yes, I know you; you are Colonel Crockett, I have seen you once before, and voted for
you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had
better not waste your time or mine. I shall not vote for you again.’
“This was a sockdolager . . . I begged him to tell me what was the matter.
“’Well, Colonel, it is hardly worth-while to waste time or words upon it. I do not see
how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not
capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness
to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon
for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the
constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I
intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from
mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe
you to be honest. . . . But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot
overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly
observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more
dangerous the more honest he is.’
“’I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not
remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question.’
“’No, Colonel, there’s no mistake. Though I live here in the backwoods and seldom go
from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of
Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some
sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?’
“’Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody
will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of
$20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing
Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did.’
“’It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place,
the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate
purposes. But that has nothing to do with the question. The power of collecting and
disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be intrusted to man,
particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in
the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in
proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where
the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much
he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you
are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give
anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right
to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to
give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are
at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a
charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide
door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for
robbing the people on the other. No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity.
Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no
right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had
been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week’s pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life. The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.
“’So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.’
“I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:
“’Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.’
“He laughingly replied: ‘Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.’
“’If I don’t,’ said I, ‘I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.’
“’No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you.’
“’Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-by. I must know your name.’
“’My name is Bunce.’
“’Not Horatio Bunce?’
“’Yes.’
“’Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.’
“It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity, and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.
“At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had every seen manifested before.
“Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.
“I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him--no, that is not the word--I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.
“But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted--at least, they all knew me.
“In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered up around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:
“’Fellow-citizens--I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only.’
“I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:
“’And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.
“’It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit for it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.’
“He came upon the stand and said:
“’Fellow-citizens--It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.’
“He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.
“I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.
“Now, sir,” concluded Crockett, “you know why I made that speech yesterday.
“There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week’s pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men--men who think nothing of spending a week’s pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased--a debt which could not be paid by money--and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000, when weighted against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it.”




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Typical Grange story

The Grange is Patrons of Husbandry, of, by, and for farmers helping farmers. It once was a powerful political organization. We continue to learn to write resolutions (my last resolution was labeling GMOs and it's on the cover of the latest Grange issue), we also learn how to work Robert's Rules of Order, we vet candidates and issues, Republican and Democrat.

Anyways, these kinds of stories are what Grangers LOVE to hear, because it's so Grangelike.. farmer talking over the fence to a city slicker congress critter, holding a BIG BBQ with what we've grown, inviting our family and friends.. this is what we do.. actually we do many wonderful things..

Anyways.. this was from Harper's Magazine:

In an article called "Davy Crockett's Electioneering Tour" published April 1867, James Bethune (pen name of Edward Ellis) claimed to have heard a speech called "Not yours to give", given by Davy Crockett and inspired by Horatio Bunce. As it happens, Edward Ellis was not born until 1840, four years after Crockett's death and twelve years after the alleged speech. This enduring myth was debunked in 2004, the incident, and Horatio Bunce, did not exist.

The Grange was established in 1867, and my bet is this story was what got so many farmers to join, as it is a perfect Grange kind of story. THANK YOU! I LOVE IT!!!!!!

NEITHER IS FOREIGN AID...

...It's not yours to give.

WE - the individual - should decide when and what to give of the fruits of our labors.

The U.S. government has NO AUTHORITY to give a penny away.

HOW DARE THEY when WE HAVE VETERANS living on the streets???

HOW DARE THEY when WE struggle day to day to make our OWN PAYMENTS on life's necessities???

HOW DARE THEY?

U.S.A.I.D can BURN IN HELL.

"We have allowed our nation to be over-taxed, over-regulated, and overrun by bureaucrats. The founders would be ashamed of us for what we are putting up with."
-Ron Paul

Our history...

Is so valuable. Thank you for sharing this awesome story!

Yes, that was back when it

Yes, that was back when it was ok to own black people.

Today it's ok to own all peoples, eh?

Jesus exists in the hearts, minds, and guts, of those who seperate Heaven and Hell from Earth. It's not that they can't appreciate the Heaven and Hell on Earth, it's that they believe there is more to life, and have faith that Jesus is the way to a better life, on Earth and in Death.

The Flying Spaghetti Monster

The Flying Spaghetti Monster is the only one true GOD and Slartibartfast created the Earth. Anybody who disagrees is a pagan Satan worshipper and an enemy of the constitution and this republic.

So happens we had spaghetti for lunch yesterday

My co-worker said, "NEVER AGAIN!"

She made the sauce at home and brought a wonderful 10 gallons. She feared it was not enough. Another co-worker was sure that 20 pounds of spaghetti was not enough. IOWs yesterday, the flying spaghetti monster hit the Gleaners kitchen with all it's wrath.

The co-worker who prepares the garlic bread and pastry huddled in the corner, fearing there may not be enough garlic since the saucy spaghetti monster was crying about taste, "It's not enough basil, it's not enough orgegano, it's not enough salt, it's not enough tomato, do you think 5# each of ground beef and italian sausage is enough?" The bread co-worker chirped "Oh yes, oh yes".. fearing the saucy one would say, "There's not enough garlic".

Meanwhile the pot of noodles grew and grew, from one pot to two, to three, to all the pots.. "Oh.". the co-warker making the salads whinned... "We don't have enough bowls, we don't have enough pots, we don't have enough sinks, we don't have enough.".. "Knives", I thought... "really good knives.... and cutting boards"... and so I washed pots and I washed bowls and I washed and washed, and chimed in with the bread worker.. "Yes yes yes.".. By the time the soup line formed, the great and powerful speghetti monster had won. All the workers were worn out. Their arms were like the spaghetti, limp, and stretched out, from stirring and cutting and straining and mixing and the people in line said.. "Smells good, what is it?"

Since I'm the one who says grace, I responded, "Welcome to Our Lady of Good Council Parrish Hall, where the Gleaners prepare you lunch made with LOVE. Today..." and the crew interupted me for the first time ever.. "It's SPEGHITTI AND IT'S TERRIBLE!!!!!!!! Wahhhhhhhh!!"

The crowd looked worried, I said "Amen!" and they all said, "AMEN!"

Then they ate, and I continued to wash pots, bowls, and then plates, and forks, and the people asked, one after another, "Can I take some home?" So the crew looked for containers, and every container, every baggie, every bit of foil was filled with SPAGHETTI, and still they came, and still they asked to take home spaghetti, and I said, "Look folks, If you want to take home spaghetti, you need to bring in a container." The room emptied. I was relived, the silence was bliss, with just the sound of water running, rinsing dishes, when all of a sudden, the door opened and here they came, with coffee cans and butter bups, dog bowls and take out containers that still had the last meal clinging to the corners...

"SPAGHETTI, SPAGHETTI!, MORE SPAGHETTI!!", they pleaded, and we served and we served and we served until we thought we saw the end, and then the dish washer, not me, though I do my fair share, says, "What's this pan of spaghetti doing in the oven?"

Lucky me, the worm man had arrived to take the scraps. There were not many scraps to be had, and he saw the spaghetti and said,,, ":Aw really?" Yes, I said, You can have it. "No he said, I can't do that. It's too good. I'll take it to the Hospitality House". Don't bother I said, they already took leftovers. He said, "Doesn't matter, good spaghetti never goes to the worms. Worms don't like spaghetti, it creeps them out." So the spaghetti went to the Hospitality House where I'm sure it was had for lunch today, and I bet they said, "You know spaghetti is always better the second day."

The reason Spaghetti is better the second day is because like Jesus, it get reborn and lives again.

Fin.

lol nice, and very

lol

nice, and very inspirational!

After reading

The story...
This is what you take away from it?
What is your point ?

No One But Ron Paul 2012!
MindyNYC

Hypocrisy. They don't want to

Hypocrisy. They don't want to take from the white taxpayers, but think nothing of taking from black slaves.

Evil is a racist in case you

Evil is a racist in case you haven't figured it out. He can defend doing any evil himself based on racism in the past towards some person or group - and since every group has been afflicted at some time in the past, any evil he does is ok in the present.

Hence the name. He's also an Obama supporter if you click on his full profile, and "king of the trolls". He's the guy that told jokes about people getting killed in the concentration camps, the guy that mocked Jesus Christ when he was crucified, and the person that wrote ditties about people's families get ax murdered as a lark.

And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

LOL, Jesus Christ wasn't a

LOL, Jesus Christ wasn't a real person, silly!

I love this story.

I have read it many times and it always reminds me of Dr. Paul when he told Congress that he would give $100 towards Rosa Park's metal if they all would.

Yet, this is probably what they said or thought.

Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it.”