Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 10 April 1897 — Page 2

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The Chicago Drainage Canal is pronounced a failure by engineers. It is stated that the canal can not be finished so as to comply with the law inside of a total cost of $50,000,000. Thirty million dollars have already been sunk in the great work. The Drainage Board is said to be in despair, and contemplate turning the work over to the United States government if such arrangements can be made. In other words the people of Illinois want to "let go ot the ba'ar" and want Uncle Sam to shoulder the responsibility for their mistakes.

Up-to-date physicians nowadays are condemning the hair-pain "les dames." They claim that this tiny steel item in a lady's toilet is responsible for numberless ills that afflict the fair sex of our time. Worn as they usually arc on the back of the head they act as a constant irritant on the most sensitive part of the anatomy and also in many cases bind the hair in a close mat over nerve centers that should be kept free from the slightest touch. Women as a rule will indignantly deny the truth of these allegations against the two-pronged stay of their tresses, yet there is a basis for this latest scientific intermeddling in domestic affairs.

It seems that the German people arc beginning to understand that their redoubtable, unique, eccentric, ubiquitous, nervous, overbearing, swell-headed Emperor is actually—at tunes at least—insane. This fact has been apparent to the world at large ever since the coronation of the present Kaiser. His actions have, on innumerable occasions—as reported by cable dispatches—been decidedly "off." That his mental condition has finally developed alarming and dangerous symptoms of insanity will be no surprise to the world of newspaper readers. Nevertheless, the unfortunate young ruler is to be pitied rather than blamed, his mental aberrations being caused by an incurable sore behind the ear that in time will probably end his career.

Even in Chicago "The Indiana Man" appears to be indispensable. For three successive years Hon. A. J. Beveridge has addressed the Marquette Club on Lincoln's anniversary. This year he was reinforced by Gov. Mount and the twain gave the eagle an airing worthy of more than passing notice had we the space to thus honor them. Last week the Lin coin Park Board employed an Indiana

Man—J. M. Hall of Hammond—to hunt for a missing artesian well in that noted pleasure ground. Mr. Hall agreed to run the well out of its seclu sion for $roo. Action on the proposi tion to build a new boulevard was de ferred pending results of Tilr. Hall's efforts.

The Odd Fellows Hall at Carson City, Nevada, was used as a conference room by Corbett's and Fitzsimmons's seconds, the referee and managers of the great prize fight, and as a meeting place for correspondents and all concerned. Singular that they did not meet in the best church in the city. Nevada is apparently "gone" on prize fights, and all classes "stand in" with the overwhelming public opinion which tolerates these outrages on civilization. On second thought—perhaps there is no church in Carson City. It would •certainly have been desecrated had there been one large enough. Odd Fellows in all parts of the United States are "kicking" about this outrage on the part of their Nevada brethren.

The term "fin de siecle" is capable of several interpretations. Generally it has been understood by the average newspaper reader to refer to the feverish recklessness, morbid excitement and moral laxity which marks human existence at the end of a century—this century in particular. One writer on the proper interpretation of the phrase states that the American slang phrase "everything goes" best translates "fin de siecle" as the French understand it. In a general way the term is supposed to express the fast and furious life that has marked the closing years of the centuries. The end of the eighteenth century was especially marked by orgies, indecencies and excesses of various kinds. Students of the history of our time affect to see a close resemblance in social and official life to that of the last years of the last century. Hence the term "fin de siecle." But after all there is considerably more of a theory than a condition in the ideas conveyed by the term.

He who fails to see that Fate has more to do in shaping his destiny than human will fails to recognize a fact almost beyond dispute or argument. We are as it were pawns on the chess board of Life, moved by a master mind or power into positions advantageous or unlucky. Rashly we thrust ourselves into places of danger and are rescued where by all human reasoning wc should have been swept from the scene of action. Gliding from stage to stage, from scene to scene, we see our comrades gathered in, while we go on towards

the goal of our ambition and perchance achieve the crown of success that doubles our power over our fellowmen. Venturing forth on a crusade of conquest, if not too rash we may achieve still further triumphs and at last may stand supreme upon the field whence all our foes and comrades have passed, leaving to us a barren triumph. So in life is human success too often attended with bereavements and afflictions that render any triumph vain, that turn the greatest achievements into Dead Sea fruit that turn to ashes 011 our lips, that wring our hearts with anguish while the world may envy and hate us for the triumphs won,' until we arc ready to exclaim, "All is. indeed vanity and vcxation of spirit."

MR. GLADSTONE'S LETTER.

The "Grand Old Man" from his retirement at Cannes, has recently addressed an open letter, to the Duke of Westminster on the Cretan question, that for brilliancy and force is pronounced quite equal, if not superior, to any of the public utterances of this remarkable man in the past fifty years. The sentiments expressed are in line with Mr. Gladstone's life-long sympathy with the cause of Freedom and Humanity throughout the world and the eloquent words in which these sentiments are expressed are entirely characteristic of the ex-Prcmier's well-known literary style. In opening the letter Mr. Gladstone says: "My ambition is for rest, and rest alone. But every grain of sand is part of the seashore, and connected as I have been, for nearly half a century, with the Eastern question, often when in positions of responsibil ity, I feel that inclination does not suffice to justify silence.' The writer then considers the Armenian question as bearing upon the situation in Crete, and arraigns the six great powers for their apathy in permitting the Armenian massacres to continue with only brief in tervals for such a length of time. We quote from the letter: "Growing in confidence with each successive triumph of deeds over words, and having ex hausted in Armenia every expedient of deliberate or wholesale wickedness, the Sultan, whom I have not scrupled to call the Great Assassin, recollected he had not yet reached his climax. It yet remained to show to the powers and their ambassadors, under their own eyes and within the hearing of their own ears, in Constantinople itself, what their organs were too dull to see and hear."

Mr. Gladstone then treats of the whole European situation and the "concert of the powers," and after linking the Armenian atrocities to the Cretan outrage he continues: "But a new actor, governed by a new temper, has appeared upon the stage not one equipped with powerful fleets, large armies and boundless treasuries, supplied by uncounted millions, but a petty power, hardly counted on the list of European states, suddenly takes its place midway in the conflict between Turkey and its Cretan insurgents. But it is a power representing the race that had fought the battles of Thermopylae and Salamis, and had hurled back the hordes of Asia from European shores. In the heroic age of Greece, as Homer tells us, there was a champion who was small of stature but full of fight. He had in his little body a great soul, and he seems to have been reproduced in the recent niarvelously gallant action of Greece. It is sad to reflect that we have also before us the reverse of the picture in the six powers, who offer to the world the most conspicuous example of the reverse, and present to 11s a huge body animated, or, rather, tenanted by a feeble heart. We have then before us, it is literally true, a David facing six Goliaths. Nor is

Greece so easily disposed of as might have been anticipated, and what the worlds seems to understand is this: That there is life in the Cretan matter, that this life has been infused into it exclusively by Grecian action, and that if, under the mercifuj providence of God and by paths which it is hard as yet to trace, the island is to find her liberation, that inestimable boon will be owing, not to any of the great governments of Europe, for they are paralyzed by dissension, nor even to any of the good peoples of Europe, for the door is shut in their faces by the concert of Europe,' but to the small and physically insignificant race known as the Greeks. Whatever good shall be permitted to emerge from the existing chaos will lie to their credit and to theirs alone. As to the notion that Greece is to be coerced and punished, I hardly like to sully the page on which I write to mention an alternative so detestable. It would be about as rational to transport the Greek nation, who are in this as one man, to Siberia by what, I believe, is called an administrative order. If any one has such a scheme of policy to propose, I advise his proposing it anywhere rather than in England. The nations of Europe are in various stages of their training, but I do not believe there is a European people whose judgment, could it be had, would firdain or tolerate the infliction of punishment upon Greece for the good deed she has recently performed. Certainly it would not be the French, who so largely contributed to the foundation of the kingdom, nor the Italians, still, so mindful of what they and their fathers have undergone and, least of all, I will say, the English to whom the air of freedom is the very breath of their nostrils",..

MEIIAH'S RIDE.

BY MOONLIGHT TO VIEW THE KUINS OF JERUSALEM.

Instructive Lesson* Drnwn From the Prophet's Resolve to 1 Krbuild tho City—Or. Taluiagc's Si-riiion."

1'rom the weird and midnight experiences of one of ancient times Dr. Talmage in

startingly appropriate. His text was Nehemiah 2:15, "Then went I up i'1 the night by the brook and

viewed the wall and turned back and entered by the gate of the valley, and so returned." He said:

A dead city is more suggestive than a living city—past Rome than present Rome—ruins rather than newly frescoed cathedral. But the best time to visit a ruin is by moonlight. The Coliseum is far more fascinating to the traveler after sundown than before. You may stand by daylight amid the monastic ruins of Melrose abbey and study shafted oriel and rosetted stone and mullion, but they throw their strongest witchery by moonlight. Some of you remember what the enchanter of Scotland said in the "Lay of the Last Minstrel:" "Wouldst thou view fair Melrose aright.

Go visit it by the pale moonlight." Washington Irving describes the Andalusian moonlight upon the Alhambra ruins as amounting to an enchantment. My text presents you Jerusalem in ruins. The tower down. The gates down. The walls down. Everything down. Nehemiah on horseback by moonlight looking upon the ruins. While he rides there are some friends on foot going with him, for they do not want the many horses to disturb the suspicions of the people. These people do not know the secret of Nehemiah's heart, but they are going as a sort of bodyguard. I hear the clicking hoofs of the horse on which Nehemiah rides as he guides it this way and that, into this gate and out of that, winding through that gate amid the debris of once great Jerusalem.

Now the horse comes to a dead halt at the tumbled masonry where he cannot pass. Now he shies off at the charred timbers. Now he comes along where the water under the moonlight flashes from the mouth of the brazen dragon after which the gate was named. Heavyhearted Nehemiah! Riding in and out, now by his old home desolated, now by the defaced temple, now amid the scars of the city that had gone down under battering ram and conflagration. The escorting party knows not what Nehemiah means. Is he getting crazy? Have his own personal sorrows, addecP to the sorrows of the nation, unbalanced his intellect? Still the midnight exploration goes on. Nehemiah on horseback rides through (he fish gate, by the tower of the furnaces, by the king's pool, by the dragon well, in and out, in and out, until the midnight ride is completed, and Nehemiah dismounts from his horse, and to the amazed and confounded and incredulous bodyguard declares the dead secret of his heart when he says, "Come, now, let us build Jerusalem." "What, Nehemiah, have you any money?" "No." "Have you any kingly authority?" "No." "Have you any eloquence?" "No." Yet that midnight, moonlight ride of Nehemiah resulted in the glorious rebuilding of the city of Jerusalem. The people knew not how the tiling was to be done, but with great enthusiasm cried out, "Let us rise up now and build the city."

My subject first impresses me with the idea, what an intense thing is church affection. Seize the bridle of that horse and stop Nehemiah. Why are you risking your life here in the night? Your horse will stumble over these ruins and fall on you. Stop this useless exposure of your life. No. Nehemiah will not stop. He at last tells us the whole story. He lets us know he was an exile, in a far distant land, and he was a servant, a cupbearer in the palace of Artaxerxes Longimanus, and one day, while he was handing the cup of wine to the king the king said to him: "What is the matter with you? ou arc not sick. I know you must have some great trouble. What is the matter with you?" Then he told the king how that beloved Jerusalem was broken down how that his father's tomb had been desecrated how that the temple had been dishonored and defaced how that the walls were scattered and broken. "Well," says King Artaxerxes, "what do you want?" "Well," said the cupbearer Nehemiah, "I want to go home. I want to fix up the grave of my father. I want to restore the beauty of the temple. I want to rebuild the masonry of the city wall. Besides I want passports so that I shall not be hindered in my journey. And besides that," as you will find in the context, "I want an order on the man who keeps your forest for just so much timber as

I may need for the rebuilding of the city." "How long shall you be gone?" said the king. The time of absence is arranged. In hot haste this seeming adventurer comes to Jerusalem, and in my text we find him on horseback in the midnight riding around the ruins.

Again, my text impresses me with the fact that before reconstruction there must be an exploration of ruins. Why was not Nehemiah asleep under the covers? Why was not his horse stabled in the midnight? Let the police of the city arrest this midnight rider, out on some mischief. No. Nehemiah is going to rebuild the city, and he is making the preliminary exploration. In this gate, out that gate, east, west, north, south. All through the ruins. The ruins must be explored before the work of reconstruction can begin. The reason that so many people in this day, apparently converted, do not stay converted is because they did not first explore the ruins of their own heart. The reason that there are so many professed Christians, who, in this day, lie and

tions, and go to the penitentiary, is because they first do not iearn the ruin of their own heart. They have not found out that "the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked."

A man tells me that some one is a member of the church. It makes no impression on my mind ai all. I simply want to know whether lie was converted in the old-fashioned way. If lie was converted in the old-fashioned way, he will stand. If he was converted in the new-fashioned way, he will not stand. That is all there is about it. A man comes to me to talk religion. The first question 1 ask him is. "Do you feel yourself to be a sinner?" If he says, "Well, I—yes," the hesitancy makes me feel that that man wants a ride on Ncheiniah's horse by midnight through the ruins—in by the gate oi his affections, out by the gate of his will—and before he has got through with that midnight ride he will drop the reins 011 the horse's neck and will take his right hand and smite on his heart and say, "God be merciful to me, a sinner," and before lie has stabled his horse he will take his feet out of the stirrups, and he will slide down 011 the ground, and lie will kneel, crying: "Have mercy 011 me, O God, according to thy loving kindness, according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies. Blot out my transgressions, for I acknowledge my transgressions, and my sins are ever before thee."

Again. My subject gives me a specimen of busy and triumphant sadness. If there was any man in the world who had a right to mope and give up everything as lost, it was Nehemiah. You say. "He was cupbearer in the palace of Shushan, and it was a grand palace." So it was. The hall of that palace was 200 feet square, and the roof hovered over thirty-six marble pillars, each pillar sixty feet high, and the intense blue of the sky, and the deep green of the forest foliage, and the white of the driven snow, all hung trembling in the upholstery. But, my friends, you know very well that fine architecture will not put down homesickness. Yet Nehemiah did not give up. Then when you see him going among these desolated streets, and by these dismantled lowers, and by the torn up grave of his father, you would suppose that he would have dismounted from his horse and gone to his room and said: "Woe to me! My father's grave is torn up. The temple is dishonored. The walls are broken down. I have no money with which to rebuild. I wish I had never .been born. I wish I were dead." Not so says Nehemiah. Although he had a grief so intense that it excited the commentary of his king, yet that penniless, expatriated Nehemiah rouses himself up to rebuild the city. He gets his permission of absence. He gets his passports.

He hastens away to Jerusalem. By night on horseback he rides through the ruins. He overcomes the most ferocious opposition. He arouses the piety and patriotism of the people, and in less than two months—namely, fifty-two days—Jerusalem was rebuilt. That's what I call busy and triumphant sadness.

My friends, the whole temptation is with you when you have trouble to do just the opposite to the behavior of Nehemiah. and that is to give up. You say, "I have lost my child and can never smile again." You say, "I have lost my property, and I never can repair my fortunes." You say, "I have fallen into sin, and I never can start again for a new life." If Satan can make you form that resolution and make you keep it, he has ruined you. Trouble is not sent to crush you, but to arouse you, to animate you, to propel you. The blacksmith does not thrust the iron into the forge and then blow away with the bellows and then bring the hot iron out on the anvil and beat with stroke after stroke to ruin the iron, but to prepare it for a better use. Oh. that the Lord God of Nehemiah would rouse up all broken-hearted people to rebuild! Whipped, betrayed, shipwrecked, imprisoned, Paul went right on. The Italian martyr, Algerius, sits in his dungeon writing a letter, and he dates it, "From the delectable orchard of the Leonine prison." That is what I call triumphant sadness. I knew a mother who buried her babe on Friday and on Sabbath appeared in the house of God and said: "Give me a class. Give me a Sabbath-school class. I have no child now left me, and I would like to have a class of little children. Give 111c a class off the back street." That, I say, is beautiful. That is triumphant sadness. At 3 o'clock every Sabbath afternoon for yeaio i.- a beautiful parlor in Philadelphia—a parlor pictured and statuetted—there were from ten to twenty destitute children of the street. Those destitute children received religious instruction, concluding with cakes and sandwiches. How do I know that that was going on for sixteen years? I know it in this way: That was the first home in Philadelphia where I was called to comfort a great sorrow. They had a splendid boy, and he had been drowned at Long Branch. The father and mother almost idolized the boy, and the sob and shriek of that father and mother as they hung over the coffin resound in my ears today. There seemed to be no use of praying, for when I knelt down to pray the outcry in the room drowned out all that prayer. Bu tthe Lord comforted'Jhat sorrow. They did not forget their trouble. If you should go any afternoon into Laurel Hill, you would find a monument with the word "Walter" inscribed upon it and a wreath of fresh flowers around the name. I think there was not an hour in twenty years, winter or summer, when there was not a wreath of fresh flowers around Walter's name.

Oh, I wish I could persuade all the people who have any ud of trouble never to give up! I wish they would look at the midnight rider of the text, and that the four hoofs of that beast on which Nehemiah rode might cut to pieces all your discouragements and hardships and trials. Give up! Who is going to give up when 011 the bosom of God he can have all his troubles hushed? Give up! Never think of giving up. Are you borne down with pov erty? A little child was found holding her dead mother's hand in the darkness of a tenement house, and some one coming in the little girl looked up, while holding her dead mother's hand, and said, "Oh, I do wish that God had made more light for poor folks!" My dear, God will be your light, God will

forge and sl^il, and commit abomina- be you shelter, God wiil be your home.

Are you borne down with the bereavements of life? Is the house lonely now that the child is gone? Do not give up. Think of what the old sexton said when the minister asked him why he put so much care on the little graven in the cemetery—so much more care than 011 the larger graves—and the old sexton said, "Sir, you know that 'of such is the kingdom of heaven,' and I think the Savior is pleased when he sees so much white clover growing around these little graves."

But when the minister pressed the old sexton for a more satisfactory answer the o'd sexton said: "Sir, about these larger graves, I don't know who are the Lord's saints and who are not, but you know, sir. it is clean different with the bairns." Oh. if you have had that keen, tender, indescribable sorrow that comes from the loss of a child, do not give up. The old sexton was right. It is all well with the bairns. Or, if you have sinned, if you Wive sinned grievously—sinned until you have been cast out by the church. sir-"d until you have been cast out by society do not give up.

Do not give up. One like unto the Son of God comes to you today, saying: "Go and sin no more." while he cries out to your assailants, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone at her." Oh, there is 110 reason why any one in this house by reason of any trouble or sin should give up! Are you a foreigner and-in a strange land? Nehemiah was an exile. Are you penniless? Nehemiah was poor. Arc you homesick? Nehemiah was homesick. Are you broken-hearted? Nehemiah was brok-en-hearted. But just see him in the text, riding along the sacrileged grave of his father and by the dragon well and through the fish gate and by the king's pool, in and out, in and out, the moonlight falling on the broken masonry, which throws a long shadow, at which the horse shies, and at the same time that moonlight kindling up the features of this man till you see not only the mark of sad reminiscence, but the courage and hope, the enthusiasm of a man who knows that Jerusalem' will be rcbuildcd. I pick you up today, out of your sins and out of your sorrow, and I put you against the warm heart of Christ. "The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting

Advance of the Motor Vehicle.'"'' Motor vehicles ("automotives" is the name recommended for them) have begun to be matter for serious reflection in England. Major Flood Page, who lectured about them the other day before the London Chamber of Commerce, speculated as to the results of their introduction, and named as among the industries that would be affected "petroleum,'secondary-battery manufacurers, mechanical engineers, and allied trades coach, car, wagon, and carriage builders, and allied trade's agriculture in many branches, railway companies, and, last but by 110 means least, the war department of every country in the world." He expects them as they grow common to interfere more or less with trades connected with omnibuses, cabs, and horses, but to provide work for more men than they displace, just as railways did when they drove out coaches. He believes that in the country districts of England they will do what canals have done in Holland, and make communication so easy that the rush of perishable produce to market will be greatly quickened and increased. They will change the whole face of war, he thinks, and be used to move guns and do all transport work. In Paris automotives are in use in London they are in sight in New York they are still only in prospect.

The Coming Race.

Theosophist Pryse says the coming woman is to be taller than the present female race. And then, men, too, are improving in the same direction, but not to the same extent. The coming race is also to have a sixth sense. But when we are told that the inventor Kee-1 ley has this sixth sense wc are quite unable to see what good it is going to be to those who possess it or anybody else.—Boston Transcript.

Useful Signs.

"I brought this bill back without presenting it," said the collector for the gas company. "What's the matter?" asked the President. "Why, it's no larger than last month's, and yet I find that they have put up a scarlet fever sign on the doer." "Wise man," commented the President. "That's pretty good evidence that they're burning gas all night. Increase the bill 50 per cent."

Cause for Doubt.

Hicks—So you believe there was some mistake at the seance last night about that man who claimed to be your Uncle Ben, whom you asked the medium to call up?

Wicks—I certainly do, Uncle Ben weighed over three hundred pounds, and if he had ever tried to get under that table we'd heard his suspenders burst before he had given a rap.—Truth.

Sherman on Newspaper 11 Senator John Sherman once said of the newspaper reporter: "He is the gfcatest enigma of the nineteenth century. I am interested in him always, respect him generally and fear him sometimes. But I never cease to wonder at his resourcefulness in searching for news."

Needs Reconstruction.

Our whole receivership system needs reform from top to botton and all the way through. We should say it needs reconstruction. Under present conditions the gate is wide open for raids upon property in the namv. of prudent and proper legal procedure.—Atlanta Journal.

The attempt to abolish Fast day in New Hampshire has been blocked by the state senate. Of course such action is perfectly unreasonable. A day of "fasting, humiliation and prayer" established by statute is bound to become nothing but a hollow mockery. A few persons may observe it, but the majority will simply accept it as one more holiday. After a time this will be clear in New Hampshire.—Providence Jour nnl.

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