Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 27, Decatur, Adams County, 25 September 1891 — Page 2

DECATUR, IND. N. BLACKBURN, - - t - Rdbusheb. The balloon almost merits the title of the fool killer. The once grand old Father of Waters is getting to be a pretty low-down stream. One more farewell tour by Patti, and after that —well, probably a series of farewell tours. 0 Anger is like the unruly beast in the dusty road, it clouds the mind and obstructs the right of way. Maine's most notorious poacher has been appointed a game warden — probably on the principle of “seta thief to catch a thief.” Dam-Rong, brother of the King of Siam, is about to visit England. Judging by his name this ihdividual must never be in the right. The Prince of Wales opened a congress of hygiene in London. He undoubtedly spoke about bacteria, baccarat and other troublesome things. Canada ought to have held back her census if she wants to impress us with her desirability as a match. The dowry is not so big as was supposed. A mariner state's that blondes are more liable to sea-sickness than brunettes. Whether this is true or not there is no doubt but sea-sick-ness is a famous complexion bleacher. The learned men of science having now provided the United States with smokeless powder, will confer a lasting favor by turning their colossal intellects to the evolution of a smokeless cigarette. When some Eastern girls come West on a visit, they imagine that a lot of rich cattle men and retired capitalists will want to marry them. But they soon discover that capitalists are mighty scarce, and pretty Western girls very numerous.

The earliest coin for, American use was made in 1612, and bore as a design the picture of a hog., Considering the desire to get money and the propensity to keep it, this would be a fitting design for our coin even now. The priest who knocked out with a right-hander on the jaw the Chinaman whom he caught enticing young girls into an opium den is an admirable apostle of the church militant. His five knuckles were worth more to the cause of morality just then than the whole thirty-nine articles. Oyster days are here and the Eastern newspapers are telling their readers how to get away with the delicious bivalves. The ordinary man doesn’t need tube told, get raw oyster of suitable freshness in the mouth and it is bound to godown, if the man doesn’t contract his swallower. Girls, don't believe all the young men say to you on a moonlight night. Moonlight and truthful speaking don’t travel together. If a young man tells you on a night that is stormy and threatening that he thinks a great deal of you, the chances are that he is telling the truth. Take good care of your health: It may be interesting to be an invalid, and know that every, one in thehouse is worrying about you, but it will not be so interesting when you get well to' find that your sickness has left liver spots on your face, and wrinkles, and that your strength; is gone. % •The world is full of men who try to pass themselves off for the Messiah: we wonder that some man does not personate the devil. He is very popular, and is in secret very much admired. A great many people try to act like him, but no man has ever had the courage to declare he is the devil himself. In British Columbia and Washington the settlers fire burning some of the most magnificent timber on the continent to clear the ground for farms. That’s right. Posterity will have no timber in this country, but what has posterity done for us that we should think of it? Let us get rid of the timber as soon as we can, and “after us the deluge.” One of the daughters of the Prince of Wales is said to have been seen shamelessly smoking a cigarette in public, and therefore the haristo■cracy is sufferin’ dreffle. His swift royal highness of Wales will find herein a hereditary symptom oj nobility which is very view of the fact that the girl is hasn’t had much opportunity. ) French agitators are once more discussing of taxing the bachelors. That would be a most unjust thing to do. Suppose the girls should boycott a fellow! Granville Barrett’s style of woman suffrage would be better. “Yes, sir,” said he. “I believe in woman suffrage. Let ’em suffer, I say.” The number of people in the world •who do really good work tn the calling they have adopted, is pitifully small. In every hundred lawyers, you will not find more than one who has won a reputation for being a good lawyer. It is the lame with physicians, school teachers, etc. The world is full of people who only half work. They can do better.

Why don’t they? Not one man !n fifty does tfis best. Do you do yours? If you let a trifle worry you to-day, to-morrow you will be worried twice as much by a trifle only half as large as the one that bothered you to-day. Nothing grows so rapidly on a man as the habit of worrying, and nothing is more useless. All that worry ever accomplished was the engraving of a few more wrinkles, and the planting of a few more gray hairs. A writer in the Baltimore Sun suggests that a means of harbor defense against a hostile fleet is to cover the water with petroleum and set it afire, the smoke and flame of which would be difficult to advance against. But a scientific friend at the elbow of the writer of this paragraph suggests that the advancing fleet might counteract this by showering the smoke and flame with chloroform, which would extinguish the fire instantly. A reader of the Vegetarian finds himself “in a hole” on the question of animal life. He asks of those who avoid fish, flesh and fowl rather than take life what they think of taking insect life by wholesale use of insecticides in order to save fruits and vegetables from their destructive assaults. The Buddhists are the only consistent upholders of the sacredness of all ’life—they will not tread upon a worm or kill a louse. Cardinal Gibbons, of the Catholic Church, says that there is nothing in the laws of that church to interfere with the education of women for the medical profession, and he believes that this education can be imparted in the main in schools for both sexes. He says: “I wish to emphasize, as strongly as possible the moral influence of such a body (well trained women physicians) than which there could be no more potent factor in the moral regeneration of society.”

A Louisville pastor who had received 47 cents pay for his services during the month uqostentatiously removed the Bible and the chandelier from his church and raised money on them. The spectacle is not an elevating one and reflects no credit on either party, but as between living on 47 cents for thirty days and organizing an involuntary donation party there are few people who would not prefer the latter alternative. Selfpreservatioh is a remarkably powerful instinct. One of the most recently reported cases of skin grafting is one in which nearly a thousand bits of the cuticle of other persons were transplanted to the body of the victim of a scalding aceident. There is something in this sort of thing which seems like socialism and communism carried to its last extreme. When it comes to having the skin of humanity shared in common there really does not seem to be much left, and a man may well 'ask himself if he is able to be sure that his soul is his own.

There is little more pitiful than a a boy who has lost his mother. The. neighbors come in, and are kind to his sisters in their efforts to effort them, but the boy seems to be out of reach of their sympathy. They cannot understand his grief, or that he grieves at all. He does not sit around, or weep into a lace handkerchief; he goes out and cries on his sleeve behind the barn, while his sisters in thte parlor are having their tears wiped away by kind-hearted, motherly women. A boy is so awkward, and rough, and homely, and noisy, and when the only one in the world who believed in him or his possibilities lie dead in the house, his heart aches the same as a girl’s. People are too visionary. They start out with an ambition that is higher than they can ever reach. They long for impossibilities, and neglect the possibilities. They feel dissatisfied, and call the felling a “yearning ambition.” They call contentment a “lack of ambition,” and despise the man who is plodding .along in a contented and sensible way. They have no definite object in view. If they had, there would be a hope that they would finally accomplish it. It is as impossible for them to keep one thing before their eyes ap it is for a cock on a weather vane, for they are turned’ from .the object ahead of them by every wind. Their ambition to-day will not be their ambition to-morrow. And the worst of it is, the people of this kind never amount to anything. He Will Die on the 7th. Over in Victoria they have a citizen who sports the euphonious name of Simeon Duck. About himself he is responsible for the following statement, and his veracity has not been impeached: He is the seventh son of the seventh son. In 1867 he left London on the 7th of the seventh month. On the 7th of the next month, at 7 in the morning, he arrived in this country. He ran for Parliament in British Columbia and was elected by a majority of seven; ran again and was beaten by seven votes. As before remarked, Simeon Duck’s veracity has never been impeached. It will not be necessary to repeat this seven times.—[Seattle Post Intelligencer. Agreed wltb tbe Judge. Justice Kay, an English judge, irritated by counsel Oswald’s tediousness, at last got a chance to correct him in his law. So he said: “I must teach you law, Mr. Oswald, as I can’t teach you manners.” “Exactly so, if your ludship pleases,” was Mr. Oswald’s merciless retort.

DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON. THE MUSIC IN THE TABERNACLE SUGGESTS A LESSON. Wonderful Compass ol the Human Voice— Perfection in Musical Instruments— Origin and Development of Music—Power at Sacred Song—Holy Art. The Organ Dedication. The magnificent organ of the new Brooklyn Tabernacle was dedicated last Sunday and the service was a veritable musical festival. Dr. Talmage’s sermon, which was appropriate to the occasion, was on the text, Genesis iv, 21, “His brother’s name was Jubal; he was the father of all such as handle the harp and organ.” Lamech had two boys, the one a herdsman and the other a musician. Jubal, the younger son, was the first organ builder. He started the first sound that rolled from the wondrous instrument which has had so much to do with the worship of the ages. But what improvement has been made under the hands of organ builders such as Bernhard, Sebastian Bach and George Hogarth and Joseph Booth and Thomas Robjohn, clear down to George and Edward Jardine of our own day. Ido not wonder that when the first full organ that we read of as given in 757 by an emperor of the East to a king of France sounded forth its full grandeur, a woman fell into a delirium from which her reason was never restored.

The majesty of a great organ skillfully played is' almost too much for human endurance, but how much the instrument has done in the re-enforcement of divine service it will take all time and all eternity to celebrate. Last April, when we dedicated this church to the service of Almighty God, our organ was not more than half done. It has now come so near completion that this morning I preach a sermon dedicatory of this mighty throne of sacred sound. It greets the eye as well, as the ear. Behold this mountain of anthems! This forest of hosannahs! Its history is peculiar. The late Mr. George Jardine recently made a tour of the organs of Europe. He gathered up in his portfolio an account of all the excellences of the renowned instruments of music on the other side of the Atlantic and all the new improvements, and brought back that portfolio to America declaring that Brooklyn Tabernacle should have the full advantage of all he had obtained, and although he did not live to carry out his idea, his son, Mr. Edward Jardine, has introduced into this great organ ail those improvements and grandeurs, and while you-hear this organ you hear all that is notable in the organs of Lucerne and Fribourg and Haarlem and St. Paul and Westminster Abbey and other great organs that have enraptured the world. In It are banked up more harmonies than I can describe, and all for God and the lighting of the soul toward Him. Its four banks of keys, its 110 stops and appliances, its 4,510 pipes, its chime of thirty-seven bells, its cathedral diapason and pedal double diapason, its song trumpet and night horn and voxhumana, all, ail, we dedicate to God and the soul. It will, I believe, under the divine blessing, lead uncounted thousands into the kingdom. Its wedding marches, its thanksgiving anthems, its requiems will sound after all the voices that follow it to-day shall have sung their last song. To God the Father, to God the Son and God the Holy Ghost we dedicate it! There has been much discussion as to where music was born. I think that at the beginning, when the morning stars sang together, and all the suns of God shouted for joy, that the earth heard the echo. The cloud on which the angels stood to celebrate the creation was the birthplace of song. Inanimate nature is full of God’s stringed and wind instruments. Silence Itself—perfect silence — is only a musical rest in God’s great anthem of worship. Wind among the leaves, insects humming in the summer air,the rush of billow upon the beach,the ocean far out sounding its everlasting psalm, the bobolink on the edge of the forest, the quail whistling, up from the grass are music. The day of judgment, which will be a day of uproar and tumult, I suppose will bring no dissonance to the ears of those who can calmly listen: although it be as when some great performer Is executing a boistrous piece of music, he sometimes breaks down the instrument on which he plays; so it may be that on the last day that the grand march of God, played by the fingers of thunder and earthquake and conflagration, may break down the world upon which the music is executed. Many of you are illustrations of what sacred song can do. Through it you were brought into the kingdom of Jesus Christ. You stood out against the argument and the warning of the pulpit, but when, In the sweet words of Isaac Watts or Charles Wesley or John Newton or Toplady the love of Jesus was sung to your soul, then you surrendered as armed castle that could not be taken by a host lifts its window to listen to a harp’s trill. There was a Scotch soldier dying in New Orleans and a Scotch minister came in to give him the consolations of the Gospel. The man turned over on his pillow and said, “Don’t talk to me about religion.” Then the Scotch minister began to sing a familiar hymn bi Scotland that was composed by David Dickenson, beginning with the words: Oh, mother, dear Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? He sang it to the tune of “Dundee,” and everybody in Scotland knows that; and as he began to sing the dying soldier over on his pillow and said to the minister, “Where did you learn that?” “Why,” replied the minister, “my mother taught me that” “So did mine,” said the dying Scotch soldier; and the very foundation of. his heart wasWipturned, and then and there he yielded nimself to< Christ. Oh, it has an irresistible power. Luther’s sermons have been forgotten, but his “Judgment Hymn” sings on through the ages, and will keep on singing until the of the archangel’s trumpet shall bring about that very day which the hymn celebrates. I would to God that those who hear me to-day would take these songs of salvation as messages from Heaven; for just as certainly as the birds brought food to Elijah by the brook Cherith, so these winged harmonies, Godsent, are flying to your soul with the bread of life. Open your mouths and take it, oh, hungry Elijahs! In addition to the inspiring music of our own day we have a glorious inheritance of church psalmody . which has some down fragrant with the devotions of other generations—tunes no more Worn out than they were when our great grandfathers climbed up on them from ♦he church pew to glory! Dear old souls, bow they used to sing! When they were Cheerful our grandfathers and grandmothers used to sing “Colchester.” When they were very meditative then the board meeting house rang with “South Street” and “St, Edmond’s.” Were they struck through with great tenderness they sang “Woodstock.” Were they wrapped in visions of the glory of the church they sang “Zion.”. Were they overborue with the love and glory of Christ they sang “Ariel.” And In those days there were certain tunes married to certain hymns, and they have lived in peace a great while, these two old people, and we have no right to divorce them. “What God hath joined together let no nan put asunder.” But. how hard ; : ■- > & >'.•'

hearted we must be if all this sacred music of the past and ail the sacred music of the present does not start us Heavenward. I have also noticed the power of sacred song to sooth perturbation. You may have come in here this morning with a great many worriments and anxieties, yet perhaps In the singing of the first hymn you lost all those worriments and anxieties. You have read in the Bible of Saul and how he was sad and angry and how the boy David came in and played the evil spirit out of him. A Spanish King was The windows were all closed. He sat in the darkness. Nothing could bring him forth until came and discoursed music for three or four days to him. On the fourth day he looked up and wept and rejoiced, and the windows were thrown open, and that which all the splendors of the court oould not do the power of song accomplished. If you have anxieties and worriments try this Heavenly charm upon them. Do not sit down on the bank of the hymn, but plumge in, that the devil of care may be brought out of you. It also arouses to action. A singing church is always a triumphant church! If a congregation is silent during the exercise, or partially silent, it is the silence of death. If, when the hymn is given out, you hear the faint hum of here and there a father and mother in Israel while the vast majority are silent, that minister of Christ who is presiding needs to have a very strong constitution if he does not get the chills. He needs not only the grace of God, but nerves like whalebone. It is amazing how some people who have voice enough to discharge all their duties in the world when they come into the house of God have no Voice to discharge this duty. I really believe that if the church of Christ could rise up and sing as it ought to sing, that where we have a hundred souls brought into the kingdom of Christ there would be a thousand. But I must now speak of some of the obstacles in the way of the advancement of this sacred music; and the first is that it has been impressed into the service of superstition. I am far from believing that music ought always tto be positively religious. Refined art opened places where music has been secularized, and lawfully so. The drawing-room, the musical club, tbe orchestra, the concert, by the gratification of pure taste, and the production of harmless amusement and the improvement of talent have‘become great forces In tne advancement of our civilization. Music has as much right to laugh in Surrey gardens as it has topray in St. Paul’s. In the kingdom of nature we have the glad fifing of the wind as well as the long meter psalm of the thunder. But while all this is so, every observer has noticed that this art, which God intended for the improvement of the ear, and the voice, ard the head, and the heart, has often been impressed into the service of false religions. False religions have depended more upon the hymning of their congregations than upon the pulpit proclamation of their dogmas. Tartini, the musical composer, dreamed one night that satan snatched from his hand an instrument and played upon it something very sweet—a dream that has often been fulfilled in our day—the voice and the instruments that ought to have been devoted to Christ, captured from the church and applied to purposes of superstition. Another obstacle has been an inordinate fear of criticism. The vast majority of people singing in church never want anybody else to hear them sing. Everybody is waiting for somebody else to do his duty. If we all sang, then the inaccuracies that are evident when only a few sing would not be evident at all; they would be drowned out. God only asks you to do as well as you can, and then if you get the wrong pitch or keep wrong time,] he will forgive any deficiency of the ear and imperfection of the voice.

Another obstacle in the advancement of this art has been the erroneous notion that this part of. the service could be conducted by delegation. Churches have said: “Oh, what an easy time we shall have. This minister will do the preaching, the choir will do the singing and we will have nothing to do.” And you know as well as I that there are a great multitude of churches all through this land where the people are not expected to sing, the whole work is done by delegation of four or six or ten persons,and the audienee is silent In such a church in Syracuse an old elder persisted in singing, and so the choir appointed a committe to go and ask the squire if he would not stop. You know that in a great multitude of churches the choir are expected to do all the singing, and the great mass of the people are expected to be silent, and if you utter your voice you are interfering. There they stand, the four, with opera glass dangling at their side, singing “Rock of ages, cleft for me,” with the same spirit that the night before on the stage they took their mart in the “Grand Duchess” or “Do’jfciovanni.” My Christian friends, have we a right to delegate to others the discharge of this duty which God demands of us? Suppose that four wood thrushes should propose to do all the singing some bright day when the woods are ringing with bird x olces. It is decided that four wood thrushes shall do all the singing of the forest. Let all other voices keep silent How beautiful the four warble. It is really fine music. But how long will you keep the forest still? Why, Christ would come into that forest and look up as He looked through the olives, and He would wave His hand and say, “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord,” and keeping time with the stroke of innumerable wings, there would be 5,000 bird voices leaping Into the harmony. Suppose this delegation of musical performers were tried In suppose that four choice spirits should try to do the singing of the upper temple. Hush, now, thrones and dominions and principalities. David! be still, tnough you were “the sweet singer of Israel,” Paul! keep quiet, though you have come to that crown of rejoicing. Richard Baxter! keep still, though this is the “Saint’s Everlasting Rest” Four spirits now do all the singing. But how Jong would Heaven be quiet? How long? “Hallelujah!” would cry some glorified Methodist from under the altar. “Praise the Lordl” would sing the martyrs ffom among the thrones. “Thanks be unto God who glveth us the victory!” a great multitude of redeemed spirits would cry. Myriads of voices coming into the harmony and the one hundred and forty and four thousand breaking forth into one acclamation. Stop that loud singing! Stop! Oh, no, they cannot hear me. You might as well try to drown the thunder of the sky or beat back the roar of the sea, for every soul in Heaven has resolved to do its own singing. Alas! that we should have tried on earth that which they cannot do in Heaven, and Instead of joining alt our voices in the praise of the Most High God, delegating perhaps to unconsecrated men and women this most solemn and most delightful service. Now, in this church we have resolved upon the plan of conducting the music by organ and cornet. We do it for two reasons: One is that by throwing the whole responsibility Upon the mass of the people, making the great multitude the choir, we might rouse more heartiness. The congregation coming on the Sabbath day feel that they cannot delegate this part of the great service to any one else, and so they themselves assume it We have had a glorious congregational singing here. People have ’ ■: . ■ ;

'■Us- '’' ♦ come many ml es to hear it They are not sure about the preaching, but they can always depend on the singing. We have heard the sound coming up like “the voice ,of many waters.” but it will be donp at a better rate after awhile when we shall realize the height and the depth and the immensity of thl£ privilege. I forgot to state the other reason why we adopted this plan. That is, we do not want any choir quarrels. You know very well that In scores of churches there has been perpetual contention in that direction. The oqly church fight that ever occurred under my ministry was over a melodeon In my first settlement. Have you never been in church on the Sabbath day and heard the choir sing, and you said, “That is splendid music.” The next Sabbath you were in that church and there was no choir at all. Why? The leader was mad, or his assistants were mad, or they were all mad together. Some ot the choirs are made up of our best Christian people. Some of the warmest friends 1 have ever had stood up in them Sabbath after Sabbath conscientiously and successfully leading the praises of God. But the majority of the choirs throughout the land are not made up of Christian people, and threefourths of the church fights originate in the organ loft. I take that back and say nine-tenths. A great many of our churches are dying ot choirs. We want to rouse all our families to the duty of sacred song. We want each family of our congregation to be a singing school. Childish petulance, obduracy and intractability would be soothed if we had more singing in the household, and then our little ones would be prepared for the great congregation on the Sabbath day, their voices uniting with our voices in the praises of the Lord. After a shower there are scores of streams that come down the mountain side with voices rippling and silvery, pouring into one river and then rolling in united strength to the sea. So I would have all the families in our church send forth the voice of prayer and praise, pouring it into the great tide of public worship that rolls on and on to empty into the great wide heart of God. Never can we have our church sing as it ought until our families sing as they ought. There will be a great revolution on this subject in all our churches. God will come down by His spirit and rouse up the old hymns and tunes that have not been more than half awake since the time of our grandfathers. The silent pews in the church will break forth into music, and when the conductor takes his place on the Sabbath day there will be a great host of voices rushing Into the harmony. My Christian friends, if we have no taste for this service on earth, what will we do in Heaven, where they all sing, and sing forever? I want to rouse you to a unanimity in Christian song that has never yet been exhibited. Come now clear your throats and get ready for this duty, or you will never hear the end of this. I never shall forget hearing a Frenchman sing the “Marseillaise” on the Champs Elysees, Paris, just before the battle of Sedan in 1870. I never saw such enthusiasm before or since. As he sang that national air, oh! how the Frenchmen shouted! Have you ever in an English assemblage heard a band play “God Save the Queen?” If you have you know something about the enthusiasm of a national aii£ Now, I tell you that the songs we sing Sabbath by Sabbath are the national airs of Jesus Christ and of the kingdom of Reaven, and if you do not learn to sing them here, how do you ever expect to sing the song of Moses and the Lamb? I should not be surprised at all if some of the best’ anthems of Heaven were made up of some of the best songs of earth. May God increase our reverence for Christian psalmody, and keep us from disgracing it by our indifference and frivolity. When Cromwell’s army went into battle, he stood at the head of them one day and gave out the long meter doxdlogy to the tune of the “Old Hundredth,” and that great host, company by company, regiment by regiment, battalion by battalion, joined in the doxology: Praise God, from -whom all blessings flow, Praise Him. all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. And while they sang they marched, and while they marched they fought, and while they fought they got the victory. Oh, men and women of Jesus Christ, let us go into all our conflicts singing t&e praises of God, and then, instead of falling back, as we often do, from defeat to defeat, wo will be marching on from victory to victory. Glory tp the Father and to the Son and to w the Holy Ghost, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world withouUend. Amen. “TRUMP CARDS.” What Josh Bluings Calls Such. I have never known a sekond wife but what was boss ov the situashun. After a man gits to be 38 years old he kant form 'any new habits much; the best he kan do is to steer hiz old ones. Enny man who kan swap horses, or ketch fish, and not lie about it, is just az pious az men ever get to be in this world. The sassyest man I ever met iz a henpect husband when he is away from home. An enthusiast is an individual who believes about four times as much az he can prove, and he can prove about four times az much as any bodey believes. The dog that will follow anybody ain’t wuth a cuss. Those people who are trieing to get to heaven bn their kreed will find out at last that they didn’t have a thru Too long courtships are not alwuss judicious; the party’s often tire out skoreing fore the trot begins. One quart ov cheep whisky (the cheaper the better), judiciously applied, will do more business for the devil than the smartest deacon he has got. I don’t rekoleot doing enny thing that I was just a little ashamed ov but what somebody remembered it, and waz sure once in a while to put me in mind ov it. Young man, learn to wait; if you undertake to sett a hen before she is ready, you will lose your time and confuse the hen besides. Nature seldom makes a phool; she simply furnishes the raw materials and lets the fellow finish the job to suit himself. ■ ■ ' German Philosophy. A virgin vas yoost der same like a new-born rose, but vhen it vas virgin on thirdy-three, vas like dot rose dot ▼as dried out and gone vilted. Mishter Herod was King of der Chews. Mishter Rothschild vas der Chew of der Kings. Vhen a feller’s mudder-by-law goes died, you could mit some propriedy vent into half-morning, Vhen a voomans vants to been a nunnery, yoost told her dot she vants to lead an nun-nadural existence. Adam was a hog—he yoost got marnet mit all der vimmens in der vorldt. Look not mournfully into the past, it cannot come back again; wisely imgrove the present, it is thine; go forth > meet tne shadowy future without fy>r and with a manly heart.—long-

A TARIFF ROBBERY. HOW A ROBBER GOT 9200.000 FROM WOMEN. Why Fruit-Jars Hare Been High—A Combination to Put Up Prices—One Manufacturer Scoops in • Fortune of Tariff Spoils—Pittsburg Grocers Protest Against Trusts—McKinley’s Protected Britishers —A Merry Monopolist. Cause of Their Cost. Why.have fruit jars cost so much during the present season? That is the question that many good housewives have been asking themselves. With excellent fruit going to decay because they were not able to pay the high prices for jars, they have looked forward with a feeling of regret for the pies of canned peaches, apples and other kinds of fruit which they will miss next winter. Do our women know what there is behind this great rise in the price of jars? It is a trust, a tariff trust, and it has taken advantage of the large fruit crop to collect the protective tariff spoils which the McKinleyites have guaranteed to it The tariff on glass jars for fruit is 40 per cent on the best kinds and still higher on the cheaper grades Besides this, glass jars are very expensive things to pack and ship, being very liable to break in handling; and as the new law makes no allowance for glass broken in shipment from abroad, unless the part broken is as much as one-tenth of the whole, the domestic manufacturers get the benefit of still higher protection. Whenever, therefore, an importer buys $lO worth of glass fruit jars in Europe he is compelled to pay $4 and more as a penalty for bringing them into this country. This $4 is then added to the price of the jars and it keeps on accumulating in the hands of the various dealers till it reaches the farm where this tax is finally paid. Every dealer gets back the tariff price he paid ana more; the farmer’s wife has no way of getting hers back—she foots the entire bill and pockets the loss. This is a fair specimen of protective tariff taxes. The fruit jar tax was imposed to keep foreign jars from competing with those made here, and it accomplishes this so thoroughly that we do not import enough of these jars to make them worth inention in the Government reports. Foreign jars were to be kept out in order to encourage domestic manufacturers, and this object is also accomplished, as is shown by the way in which these precious domestic manufacturers have combined and put up prices during the past few months. One of the men in this fruit-jar trust made a snug fortune this summer. The story is told in a late number ot the National Glass Budget, an organ published in the interests of the glassmakers. This paper prints an account of the resumption of work after the summer rest in the fruit-jar factories. The factories opened, says the Budget, in the midst of the wildest boom in the glass fruit-jar trade since 1879. * * * Behind the boom there is a most interesting story of how Whitney Bros., of the Whitney Glass Works, at Glassboro, N. J., have scooped up a clear profit. “Two years ago Whitney Bros, found themselves in a position where it was to their advantage to take the entire product of an outside factory which ran on jars for them. The Whitneys’ own mills continued to turn out the usual amount, and the trade looked with horror upon the jars, which were piled up into the thousand gross. “At the beginning of the season a combination was made in which it was agreed to maintain the price at $7.50 a gross. The Whitneys were in, but even this combination did not let the others rest easy. When tbe boom came the Whitneys had about 45,000 gross of jars on hand, and they were the masters of the situation. Up jumped the price. It rose quickly from $7 to $7.50, to $8.50, to $10.50, to $11; and to $11.50, and still Whitney Bros, had thousands of jars. They could not ship them fast enough to check the rise. From five to fifteen carloads have been going daily from the storehouses in Glassboro and Salem, and yet but a small fraction of the demand was met. Prices continued to jump, and Tuesday offers as high as sl3 and sl4 a gross were made without securing the jars. The resumption of work at the factories will have no appreciable effect on the market ” This is a distinct case of tariff robbery. Any one can see that if the dtotective tariff did not prevent the importation of foreign made jars there would have been a supply of them here to meet the large demand, and that the New Jersey men could not then have fleeced the women of $300,000. In order to “encourage domestic industry” the McKinleyites turn over all the farmers’ wives to the tender mercy of a grasping monopoly made up of a few jar manufacturers Is it not a sin and a shame thus to put it into the power of a half dozen men to lay tribute upon thousands of households?

Why the Ship Boiled. A protectionist traveler just returned from Germany has the following to say In a high tariff organ: “The best thing I heard was on board the steamship Lahn of the North German Lloyd line on my way home. Among the passengers was a German gentleman of wealth, who is a manufacturer of cutlery near Cologne. He was accompanied by his wife, and while on’ deck one day was engaged in wrapping her up in a rug in her steamer chair. It proved to be a very difficult undertaking, as the ship on a light sea was roiling heavily from side to side. Somo one remarked about his predicament, that it was a curious thing for the steamship to be rolling so heavily, when he replied in distinct English: ‘lt is not at all curious. It is that McKinley bill does it There is no freight aboard ocean steamships going to America any more, and the ship is light in the hold. That is why she rolls so badly.’ I thought that was a pretty good illustration of the protective tariff bill." Yes; a pretty good Illustration. We are now exporting enormous quantities of wheat, and many ships even sail here empty from Europe to load with wheat, thus making it necessary for our product to pay a higher freight to get into the European market, and thus in a measure hurting its sale. But how long can trade of this kind continue? Where much goes out and little comes in the balance must be made up in money. But no nation can be drained of its money; for as money grows scarce it becomes dearer. In other words, the prices of commodities fall, and when prices have fallen there we cease to send our products there. One-sided trade cannot long exist This is admitted even by the organ of the American Protective Tariff League. In its issue of April 3it said: “Probably no economic law is more rigid than that a nation’s imports must in the long run, be paid for by its exports." From which it follows that the more we buy in Europe the greater will be the demand there for our products of farm and factory; and in order that we may make a foreign for “another bushel of wheat and another barrel of pork," we must lower our tariff wall to let In more foreign goods. Protection in Mexico. Henry Wall Allen, of Kansas City, writes a letter from the City of Mexico to the New York Standard, tn which he says: “The vast majority of this population are so poor that they have never had on shoe or stocking. It l« estimated

that 95 per cent of them never buy an - imported article. (How McKinley and his followers would bow down and worship such a people.) But cotton cloth is the one thing that, more or less of it, generally less, everybody must have. With free trade Fall Elver could supply it at five cents a yard. But as It happens, this article is protected. The price; of an inferior quality of it ranges between ten and twenty cents a yard, and the mill operatives work fourteen to fifteen hours a day for from thirty-five to seventy cents. The manufacturers, it may be needless to add, have become very wealthy. ■ KICKING AT TRUSTS. A PROTEST FROM THE PITTSBURG GROCERS Condemning Trusts and Combines—Crackers, Jellies, Preserves, and Fruit Butter Held at High Prices—Trusts Protected by the Tariff. The Retail Grocers’ Association of Pittsburg, Pa., has been having a mild whack at trusts and combinations. Alter commending the action of the sugar refiners in reducing the price of sugar as the result of the removal of the duty last April, the association says: “We regret to say that there are other manufacturers of staple goods which are largely consumed, such as jellies, preserves, fruit butters and crackers of all kinds, who maintain former prices, notwithstanding the great reduction in sugar and the bountiful supply of wheat and fruitsot all kinds.” The association further believes “that all kinds, jellies, preserves, and fruit butters are entirely too high, and that prices arq maintained by influences other than the law of supply and demand,” and that “all kinds of fruit products can be maintained and manufactured at greatly reduced prices. " In commenting on this, the New York Merchants’ Review, a stern foe to all our tariff trusts, says: “There can be no question as to the tariff being involved in this matter of the prices of the goods mentioned in the resolutions of our Pittsburg friends, and it may be said without exaggeration that the tariff is responsible for the condition of which the grocers complain. They appear to be thankful for the reduction of sugar prices—a result of the passage of the McKinley law—but as the same measure, by its provisions which maintain or tn- * crease the duties of certain other goods handled by grocers, is chiefly responsible for the existence of manufacturers* trusts and combinations, or at least gives them power to maintain prices above the level of foreign markets, the quarrel of the Pittsburg Association it would seem, ought to be with the tariff and those responsible for its onerous provisions. ” It should be added that the cracker combine is protected by a duty of 30 per cent; the combines controlling jelly, preserves, fruit butter, etc., by a duty of 35 per cent. . In England the poor working people buy fruit, jams, marmalades, etc., as substitutes for butter. If it were not for our protective taxes on these articles, would not the trusts be compelled to sell at lower prices and thus put these articles in reach of poorer people than can now indulge in them? A Merry Monopolist. The pocket-knife trust, which calls Itself the American Pocket-Cutiery Association, has been gradually moving up prices evbr since the McKinley law was passed. One of the leading spirits in this trust is Thomas W. Bradley, of the New York Knife Company, Walden, N. Y. In a letter to the New York trade journal, Hardware, he writes In a merry way about the good things that the McKinley law is doing for the pocketknife monopoly. He says: . T “American manufacturers of pocket cutlery have, under the McKinley tariff, an opportunity to sell their product in an American market such as they have not had for years. * * * American makers are extending their works, increasing their output, and getting slightly better prices. * * * Life is a sight more worth living since Major McKinley and his colleagues framed a protective tariff to protect. ” How much this merry monopolist and his friends have advanced prices may be seen from the followfng statement made by a prominent New York dealer in a recent interview; “Here,” he said, “is a three-blade knife which has had a very large sale In the West, retailing at 75 cents. A year ago we bought this knife at $4.25 a dozen, but on Oct 18 the price was raised to $5.20. Last January a further advance to $6 was made, and I see here that we bought it in June at $6.70. At this latter price, after the knife has passed through the hands of the jobber, the retail merchant will not be satisfied with less than a dollar as the price to the final purchaser, ” These higher prices are the natural result of raising the old duty from 50 per cent to a McKinley duty running all the way from 74 to 116 per cent The knife trust simply takes what McKinley gave it; and the thousands ot consumers all over the country must pay more for their knives. . The great plate-glass factory at Irwin, Pa., with a capital of $1,000,000, has recently turned out Its first glass. It is announced that its output will be 1,250,00 feet per annum. This quantity, at the average prices for American plate glass, will bring the comoany $937,000, while the same glass bought in Europe and laid down In New York, without the duty, could be bought for $413,0 o. Great is protection for American industry. The Boston Transcript, a Republican journal, offers the following to temper the glee of the McKinleyites in their rejoicings over free sugar; “It is now thought that $13,000,000 will be required to pay the sugar bounty the present year. We are supposed to have made sugar free, and the American people will pay $18,000,000 in 1891 for having done It The Government doesn’t furnish the money. It is the people. In 1890 cheese to the value of $1,395,506 was imported into this country. The same year we exported cheese to the value of $8,591,042. What we Imported came in the shape of the small and rich Swiss and French cheeses, witn which the article we export cannot possibly compote.—Rural New-Yorker. There is a duty of 45 per cent on pickles, and a combine of twenty-five pickle manufacturers has just been effected at St. Louis and prices fixed for the season. What a pickle these tariff trusts would be in if there were no protective tariff to give them full control of the American consumer! It la a highly interesting fact that the protected producers of pig lead in thia country sell lead in Canady at a price lower hy 18 per cent than the price which the people of the United States are required to pay. Another object lesson of the beauties of McKinley lam. * —Boston Globe. The tariff trusts are gradually raking tn everything. Now it is a snath trust. This trust was recently organised as the National Snath Company; and articles of incorporation hare been filod'ot Jacksou, Mich. The trust Is protected by a duty of M per cent