Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 23, Decatur, Adams County, 25 August 1893 — Page 2

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The Cunarder Campania is now easily the Queen of the C’s There are more than 3 thousand different things made from petroleum, including angels. A girl is not angry with her lover every time she closes the door behind him with a dozen bangs. The criminal classes—but stay, there has been enough said about shyster lawyers and boodle policemen. France reports through her Academy a reform in spelling. A little moral reform over that way wouldn’t be a bad thing. If learned astronomers are unable to decide whether the recent celestial display was an aurora borealis or a ■comet’s tail the “plain people” may ‘be excused for thinking it was a fire Au the next town. A Texas editor was shot and killed by a Texas judge. Things are going wrong in the Lone Star State appar-. eatly, for this is an absolute reversal I of the usual order of affairs. Either: the Texas judiciary is improving or j else the Texas press is retrograding; some sort of evolution must account for the phenomenal result of this last affray. The failure of the rain-making experiment has not deterred certain citizens of Dakota from organizing what they call the International, Cold Wave Company, with a nominal j capital of $1,000,000. The promoters ■ of the enterprise claim to have discovered the secret of producing cold waves, and will undertake to start one at any time for a consideration. They guard their secret very carefully. The city of Asuncion in Paraguay (s described by a correspondent as one of picturesque charm and full of relics of magnificence. It is lighted by electricity, and with its one-story bouses, painted white, pink, green or lavender, with floors of Paraguayan marble in colors, presents a half Oriental and half mediaeval appearance. The location in the harbor With. wooded bills in the background is one of picturesque charm. The Boston Globe waxes eloquently indignant over the discrimination shown against young women in En-1 glifih colleges, and refers with con- ■ siderable heat to the fact that ten | young women have passed the examination for the mathematical tripos «t Cambridge, but cannot be given a degree. Can it be possible that Harvard has taken down the bars between the sexes and admitted women to the university on terms of equality with men? Qr is the Globe still living in a glass house?

A man killed himself in Philadelphia and left his body to a medical college. This was his dying message, written on a postal card: “A Chump j for Dissection —Professor: Cut my | body up to show the young cranks, bow a chump is made. 1 have been a chump ever since I became a man. i I owe nobody anything. I have no' money and no friends. Don’t let my ; friends have my body.—A Chump." j This in an may have been a chump, , tout it is doubtful. It is one of the paradoxes of life that when a man j knows he is a chump he is not a chump.—Buffalo Express. .... '' A return made by a British Government agent shows some peculiar things regarding the prices of bread . and flour at different points on the Continent of Europe. For instancy, flour retailed at 2 cents a pound at Budapest and 5 cents a pound at Paris, Frankfort and Florence. At Lille, flour was 4J cents a pound, and white household bread 3J cents a pound; at Berlin these figures were exactly reversed. Os course, quality, has much to do with price; but it is remarkable how the price of bread varies with different cities. In some English eities it is almost given away; and in some American cities it brings two or three times the price that it docs in England. Col. Murphy, the Apostle of Corn, makes a practical suggestion regarding missionary work, which if generally adopted would very soon tell in our exports of corn and corn-meal. It is that the millions of adopted citizens sci the United States, when writing their friends in the old world, mention the excellence and cheapness of corn as a human food. They would confer a benefit on the land of their birth and the land of their adoption. We have exactly the food that the poor of Europe need, if they only knew its valve; and it is only by persistent and varied effort that theli

prejudices can be overcome for their own good and ours. The problem of manufacturing a non-corrosive paint for the bottoms j of steel and iron warships, which has been vexing the navy officials for a long time, lias just been satisfactorily settled. A paint was Invented in Germany, several years ago, which had the desired properties; but, as the government requires Americanmade paint on American warships, it could not be used. Now, however, the German paint plant has been re- ■ moved to this country and United States cruisers will now have non| corrosive bottoms. The question of suitable paint for use In salt water has troubled all countries, the Japanese alone having had a non-corrosive articla This Is a lacquer whose composition they keep secret. Frank R. Stockton, writing in the Forum of Mark Twain and his recent works, says: “Mark Twain’s most noble characteristic is courage. Few other men—even if the other men could tliink of such things—would dare to say the things that Mark Twain savs. To describe the travels of a man on a glacier, with particular reference to the fact that being pressed for time he rode upon the middle of the glacier, which ntoves faster than the edges, is one of the bravest things in -literature. ■ It required courage to write ‘She, 1 but She could not possibly exist and glaciers do move. Mark Twain is a high jumper, but he always jumps from the solid rock of fact and Is not afraid of breaking his neck by Talling back upon it.*-- -™—— A dispatch from Kokomo, Ind., recently reported the death of Juan Burger, the 13-year-old son of a citizen of that place, from the direct effects of cigarette smoking. In his room were found 988 empty cigarette boxes he was saving up to send to the manufacturers for a prize. He bad come within twelve of the prize when j inevitable death stepped in and i claimed the victim—of narcotic poi_I soning—and yet, with these fatal reI suits constantly reported, there are thousands of parents who are so unwise as to offer no objection or to make no effort to prevent their children from continuing a habit which, if it does not soon kill them, dwarfand wrecks them for life! And in the face of this cigarette murdering there I are manufacturers sordid and wreck- ■ less enough to offer a premium for the i murder of children! It is a pity no law can be found which will stop the evil. It is even more a pity that there is not some law which will visit the severest penalties upon those who tempt children into this pernicious habit by the offering of prizes.

' John Cudahv, thi great packet, many times a millionaire as was commonly reported, played the role of “plunger,” and plunged into financial ruin. For many years he had been a remarkably successful man. By close attention to a great- ahd profitable business, and by shrewd buying and selling and handling of pork products, he had accumulated a vast fortune. He might have retired at any time and been as happy as vast wealth can make any man for the rest of his life, enjoying the best that money can afford, and doing good all i around hfm. His income was so vast I that it would have been a serious i effort - to spend the tenth of it. He was conducting a colossal enterprise, and he employed an army of well-paid men. Had he been content with that he would have prospered. But he had the speculating spirit. He was not content until he had risked all on the turn of a card —and he lost his fortune. Why did he do it? is the inevitable question that must be asked. Why do other men commit

the same folly? What becomes of their conservatism, their reflection, their common sense, their judgment? Even if they double their fortune by a speculative stroke, of what good is it to them? It does not increase their happiness. It only doubles their discontent, and makes them doubly anxious to risk everything again in one grand plunge, and venture all, taking the chances of going I down so far that recovery is impossible. It is double or quit, and it usually is quit forever. If they double they only double their own cares. If they lose they go broke, and are wretched the remainder of their lives. This millionaire has plunged into ruin, but the plunging will go on, and other millionaires will go, i like him, on a “corner” speculation. Those who are not millionaires and don’t gamble’have every reason to be thankful that they have not the ■ money for a big plunge. His Reason. In administering punishment in the navy different penalties carry , with them reduction to’a lower conduct class. Os these there are four, the fourth being the lowest, and one placed in it is deprived of shore leave for a period of three months. For some breach the executive officer of ' the United States ship Juniata found it necessary to place a man on the fourth class, who decided to try to obtain a mitigation of his sentence. With this object in view, he sought . and obtained an interview with the executive officer, when the following . conversation ensued: “Well, L , you'wanted to see me?” “Yes, sir, I ! did.” I wanted to know, Mr. B , ’ why you put me on the fourth class?” 1 “Ah, you wanted to know why I put - you on the fourth class, eh? Well, f I’ll tell you, L , I put you on the 1 fourth class because I hadn’t a fifth c class to put you on. Now go forward." He went. 6 A Western geologist says that V Kansas can raise wheat for another ? 1,000 years before exhausting the r necessary properties of the soil. o' - A *

TALMAGE’S SERMON. A GLOWING TRIBUTE TO WOMANLY INFLUENCE. The -Greet Women” of the Text, Dr. Talmas® Nay®, Wm Only • Type of the Christian Mother of To-day—The Vlrtuee of Hospitality Set Forth. The Tabernacle Pulpit. Rev. Dr. Talmage chose for his subject last Sunday one of special interest to the gentler sox. the announced topic being "A Great Woman,” and the text II Kings iv. 8: “And it fell on a day that Elisha passed to Shunem, where was a groat woman.” The hotel of our time had no counterpart in any entertainment of olden time. The vast majority of travelers must then be entertained at private abode. Here comes Elisha, a servant of the Lord, on a divine mission, and ho must find shelter. A balcony overlooking the valley of Esdraelon Is offered him, in a private house, and it is especially furnished for his oecupancy —a chair to sit on, a table from which to eat, a candlestick by which to read and a bed on which to slumber, the whole establishment belonging to a great and good woman. • H Her husband, it seems, was a godly man, but he was entirely overshadowed by his wife’s excellencies, just as now you sometimes find iu a household the wife the center of dignity and influence and ]H>wer. not by any arrogance or presumption,but by superior intellect and force of moral nature wielding domestic affairs and at the same time supervising all financial and business affairs. The wife's hand on the shuttle, on the banking house, on the worldly business. You see hundreds of men who are successful only because there is a reason at home why they are successful. The Wifely Influence. If a man marry a good, honest soul, he makes his fort une. If he marry a fool, the Lord help him! The wife may be the silent partner in the firm, there may be onlv masculine voices down on exchange, but there oftentime comes from the home circle a potential and elevating influence. This woman of my text was the superior of her husliand. He. as far as I can understand, was what we often see in our day, a man of large fortune and only a modicum of brain, intensely quiet, sitting a long while in the same place without moving hand or foot—if you say “yes,” responding “yes”—if you say “no.” responding “no” —inane, eyes half shut, mouth wide open, maintaining his position in society only because he has a large patrimony. But his wife, my text says, was a great woman. Her name has not come down to us. She belonged to that collection of people who need no name to distinguish them. What would title of duchess ort x princess or queen—what would escutcheon or gleaming diadem be to this woman of my text, who by her intelligence and her behavior challenges the admiration of all ages? Long after the brilliant women of the court of Louis XV have been forgotten, and the brilliant women of the court of Spain have been forgotten, and the brilliant women who sat on the mighty thrones have been forgotten, some grandfather will put on his spectacles, and holding the book the other side the light read to his grandchildren the story of this great woman of Shunem who was so kind and courteous and Christian to the good prophet Elisha. Yes, she was a great woman. In the first place, she was great in her hospitalities. Uncivilized and barbarous nations honor this virtue. Jupiter had the surname of the hospitable, and he was said especially to avenge the wrongs of strangers. Homer extolled it in his verse. The Arabs are punctilious upon this subject, and among some of their tribes it is not until the ninth day of tarrying that the occupant has a right to ask his guest, “Who and whence art thou?” If this virtue is so honored even among the barbarians, how ought it to be honored among those of us who believe in the Bible, which commands us to use hospitality one toward another without grudging? Rellglonii Tramps. Os course I do not mean under this cover to give any idea that I approve of that vagrant class who go around from place to place, ranging their whole life time perhaps under the auspices of some benevolent or philanthropic society, quartering themselves on Christian families, with a great pile of trunks in the hall and carpet bag portentous of tarrying. There is many a country parsonage that looks out week by week upon the ominous arrival of wagon with creaking wheel and lank horse and dilapidated driver, come under the auspices of some charitable institution to spend a few weeks and canvass the neighborhood. Letnosuch religious tramps take advantage of this beautiful virtue of Christian hospitality.

Not so much the sumptuousness of your diet and the regality of your abode will impress the friend or the stranger that steps across your threshold as the warmth of your greeting, the informality of your recention, the reiteration by grasp and by look and by a thousand attentions, insignificant attentions, of yqur earnestness of welcome. There will be high appreciation of your welcome, although you have nothing but the brazen candlestick and the plain chair to offer Elisha when he comes to Shunem. Most beautiful is this grace of hospitality when shown in the house of God. lam thankful that lam pastor of a church where stragers are always welcome, and there is not a State of the Union in which 1 have not heard the affability of the ushers of our church complimented! But I have entered churches where there was no hospitality. A stranger would stand in the vestibule awhile and then make pilgrimage up the long aisle. No door opened to him tintil, flushed and excited and embarrassed, he started back again and coming to some half filled pew with apologetic air entered it, while the occupants glared on him with a look which seemed to say, “Well, if I must. I must.” Away with such accursed indecency from tho house of God! ■ Let every church that would maintain large Christian influence in community culture Sabbath by Sabbath this beautiful grace of Christian hospitality. ClirlstUui Hospitality. A good man traveling in the far West in the wilderness was overtaken by night and stohn! and he put in at a cabin. He saw firearms along the beams of the cabin,and he felt alarmed. He did not know but that he had fallen into a den of He sat there greatly perturoed. After” awhile the man of tne house came home with a gun on his shoulder and set it down in a corner. The stranger was still more alarmed. After awhile the man of the house whispered with his wife, and the stranger thought his destruction Was being planned. Then tho man of tho house came iuu ward and said to the strangluc “Stranger, we are a rough and rude people out hero, and we work hard for a living. We make our living by bunt

ing, and when w*come to the nightfall wo are tired, and we are apt to go to bed early, and before retiring we are always in the habit of reading a chapter from the word of God and making a prayer. If you don’t like such things, if you’ll just step outside the door until we get through,f’ll bo greatly obliged to you.” Os course the stranger tarried in the room, and the old hunter took hold of the horns of the altar and brought down the blessings of God upon his household and upon the stranger within their gates. Rude but glorious Christian hospitality! Again, this woman in my text was great in her kindness toward God’s messenger. Elisha may have been a stranger in that household, but as she found out ho had come on a divine mission he was cordially welcomed. We have a groat many txxiks in our day about the hardshhe of ministers ana the trials of Christian ministers. I wish somebody would write a book about the joys of the Christian minister, about the sympathies all around him, about the kindnesses, about the gonial considerations of him. Does sorrow come to our home, and is there a shadow on the cradle, there are hundreds of hands to help, and many who weary not through the long night watching, and hundreds of prayers going up that God would restore the sick. Is there a burning, brimming cup of calamity placed on the pastor's table, are there not many to help him drink of that cup ami who will not be comforted because ho is stricken? Oh, for somebody to write a book about the rewards of tho Christian minister—about his surroundings of Christian sympathy. Only ■ Type. This woman of the text was only a type of thousands, of mon. and women who come down from the cot to do kindness to the Lord's servants. I suppose the men of Shunem had to pay the Dills, but it was the large hearted Christian sympathies of the women of Shunem that looked after tho Lord’s messenger. Again, this woman in the text was great in her behavior under, trouble. Her only son had died on her lap. A very bright light went out in that household. The sacred writer puts it very tersely when he says, "He sat on her knees until noon, and then he died.” Yet tho writer goes on to say that she exclaimed. "It is well!” Great in prosperity, this woman was great in trouble. Where are the feet that have not been blistered on the hot sands of this great Sahara? Where are the shoulders that have not been bent under the burden of grief? Where is the ship sailing over glassy sea that has not after awhile been caught in a cyclone? Where is tne garden of earthly comfort but trouble hath hitched up its fiery and panting team and gone through it with burning plowshare of disaster? Under tho pelting of ages of suffering the great heart of the world has burst with woe. Navigators tell us about the rivers, 'and the Amazon and tho Danube and the Mississippi have been explored, but who can tell tho depth or length of the groat river of sorrow made up of tears and blood rolling through all lands and all ages, bearing the wreck of families ana of communities and of empires—foaming, writhing, boiling with the agonies of 6,000 years? Etna and Cotopaxi and Vesuvius have been described, but who has ever sketched the volcano of suffering retching from its depths the lava and the scoria and pouring them down the sides to whelm the nations? Oh, if I could gather all the heartstrings, the broken heartstrings, into a harp I would play on it a dirge such as was never sounded. Greater Than Gorgon. Mythologists tell us of Gorgon and Centaur and Titan, and geologists tell us of extinct species of monsters, but greater than Gorgon or megatherium, and not belonging to the realm of fable, and not of an extinct species, is a monster with iron jaw and iron hoofs walking across the nations, and history and poetry and sculpture in their attempt to sketch it and describe it have seemed to sweat great dreps of blood. But, thank God, there are those who can conquer as this woman of the text conquered and say: “It is well! Though my property be gone, though my home be broken up, though my health be sacrificed, it is well, it is well!” There is no storm on the sea but Christ is ready to rise in the hinder part of the ship,and hush it. There is no darkness but the constellations of God’s eternal love can illumine it, and though the winter comes out of the northern sky you have sometimes seen the northern sky all ablaze with auroras that seem to say: “Come up. this way. Up this way are thrones of light, and seas of sapphire, and the splendor of an eternal Heaven. Come up this wayff-— —- Wo may. like tho ships, by tempest be tossed On perilous deeps, but cannot be loit. Though satan enrage the wind and the tide. The promise assures us the Lord will provide. I heard an echo of my text in a very dark hour, when my father lay dying, and the old country minister said to him, “Mr. Talmage, how do you feel now as you are about to pass the Jordan of death?” He replied—and it was the last thing he ever said—“l feel well; I feel very well; all is well,” lifting up his hand in benediction, a speechless lienediction, which I pray God may go down through all tho generations. It was well! Os course it was well. Again, this woman of my text was great in her application to domestic duties. Every picture is a home picture, whether she is entertaining an Elisha, or whether she is’giving careful attention to her sick .boy, or whether she is appealing for the restoration of her property—every picture in her case is a home picture. Those are not disciples of the Shune- | mite woman who, going out to attend : to outside charities, neglect the duty of home —the duty of wife, of mother, , of daughter. No faithfulness in public benefaction can ever atone for domestic negligence. The Mother’s Mission. There has been many a mother who by indefatigable toil has reared a large family of children, equipping them for Ithe duties of lifo With good manners iahd large-intelligence and Christian principle, starting them out, who has done more for the world than many i another woman whose name has ; sounded through all the lands and ■ through all centuries. ' ■ I remember when Kossuth was in ■ this country there were some ladies who got reputation, honorable reputation, by presenting him very graco- • fully with bouquets of flowers on pubi lie occasions, but what was all that i compared with the work of the plain > Hungarian mother who gave to truth . and civilization and the cause of unii versal liberty a Kossuth? Yes, this > woman of my text was great in her > simplicity. t When this prophet wanted to reward i her for her hospitality by asking some ■ preferment from the King, what did , she say? She declined iL She said, > “I dwell among my own people”—as j much as to say: “I am satisfied with my lot. All I want is my family and » my friends around mo. I dwell among * my own people.” Oh, what a rebuke j to the strife for precedence In all ages, r How many there are who want 4rreatarchltecture,tind homos furnished

with all art, all painting, all statuary, who have not enough taste to distinguish between Gothic and Byzantine, and who Could not tell a figure in plaster of pari® from Palmer’s ‘•White Captive,” and would not know a boy’s penciling'from Bierstadt’s “Yosemite” —men who buy large libraries by tho square foot, buying these libraries when they have nardly enough education to pick out the day of the almanac! Oh, how many there are striving to have things us well as their neighbors, or better than their neighbors, and in the struggle vast fortunes are exhausted and business firms thrown Into bankruptcy, and monos reputed honesty rush into astounding forgoriosOfcourse I say nothing against re flnement or culture. Splendor of abode, sumptuousnoss of diet, lavishness in art, neatness iu apparel—there is nothing against them in the Bible or out of the Bible. God doos not want us to prefer inud hovel to English cottage, or untanned shoapskin to French broadcloth, or husks to pineapple, or the clumsiness of a boor to the manners of a gentleman. God, whOstrung the beach with tinted shell and the grass of the field with the dews of the night, and hath exquisitely tinged morning cloud and robin redbreast, wants us to keep our eyes open to all beautiful sights, and our oar open to all beautiful cadences. But what I want to impress upon you is that you ought not to inventory the luxuries of lifo as among the indlspensables, and you ought not to depreciate this woman of the text, who, when offered kingly preferment, responded, “1 dwell among my own people.” Great In Iler Piety. Yea, this woman of tho text was great In her piety. Faith in God, and sire was not ashamed to talk about it before idolaters. Ah, woman will never. appreciate what she owes to Christianity until she knows and sees the degradation of her sex under paganism and Mohammedanism. Her very birth considered a misfortune. Sold like cattle in the shambles. Slave of ail work, and at last her body fuel for the funeral pyre ot her husband. Above the shriek of the fire ers in India and above the rumbling of the juggernauts, I hear the million voiced groan of wronged, insulted, broken hearted, downtrodden woman. Her tears have fallen in the Nile and Tigris and the La Plata and on tho steppes of Tartary. She has been dishonored in Turkish garden and Persian palace and Spanish alhambra. Her little ones sacrificed in the Ganges. There is not a groan, or a dungeon, or an island, or a mountain, or a river, or a lake, or a sea but could tell a story of the outrages heaped upon her. But thanks to God, this glorious Christianity comes forth, and all the chains of this vassalage are snapped, and she rises up from ignominy to exalted sphere and becomes the affectionate daughter, the gentle wife, the honored mother, tho useful Christian. Oh, if Christianity has done so much for woman, surely woman will become its most ardent advocate and its sublimest exemplification. When I come to speak of womanly influence, my mind always wanders off to one model—the aged one, who twenty-seven years ago we put away for the resurrection. About eightyseven years ago, and just before their marriage day, my father and mother stood up in the old meeting house at Somerville, N. J., and took upon them the vows of the Christian. Through a long life of vicissitude she lived harmlessly and usefully and came to her end in peace. No child of want ever came to her door and was turned empty away. No one in sorrow came to her but was comforted. No one asked her . the way to bo saved, but she pointed him to the cross. When the angel of life came to a neighbor s dwelling, she was there to rejoice at the starting of another immortal spirit. When the angel of death came to a neighbor’s dwelling, she was thereto robe the departed for the burial. We had often heard her, when leading family prayers in the absence of my father, say, “O Lord, I ask not for my children wealth or honor, but !do ask that they all may be the subjects of thy comforting grace!” Her eleven chilaren brought into tho kingdom of God, she had but one more wish, and that was that she might see her long absent missionary son, and when tho ship from China anchored inNew York harbor, and the long absent one passed over the threshold of his paternal home she said, “Now, Lord, lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.” The prayer was soon answered.

That Glorious Word “Mother.” It was an autumnal day when we gathered from afar and found only the house from which the soul had fled forever. She looked very natural, the hands very much as when they were employed in kindness for her children. Whatever else we forget, we never forget the look of mother's hands. As we stood there by the casket we could not help but say, ‘‘Don’t she look beautiful?” It was a cloudless day when with heavy hearts we carried her out to the last resting place. The withered leaves crumbled under hoof and wheel as we passed, and the sun shone on the Raritan River until it looked like fire. But more calm and beautiful and radiant was the sotting sun of that aged pilgrim's life. No more toil, no more tears, no more sickness, no more death. Dear mother! Beautiful mother! Sweet la the slumber beneath the sod. While the pure spirit rests with Uod. I need not go back and show you Zenobia or Semiramis or Isabella, or even the woman of the text, as wonders of womanly excellence or greatness, when I in this moment point to your own picture gallery of memory and show you the one face that you remember so well and arouse all your holy reminiscences and start you in new consecration to God by the pronunciation of that tender, beautiful, glorious word, “Mother! Mother!” A World about Bath Sponges. A bath sponge is a satisfactory toilet article only when it is well cared for. jlt it is put away half cleaned and dripping wet it will soon become ofI fenslve, and then its restoration to 1 cleanliness is very difficult. Every I time a bath sponge is used it should be washed with soap and warm water, rinsed in cold water, and then squeezed, not wrung, vigorously. In the summer It should be hung In the open air, and when possible in the sunshine. In winter it should be died by artificial heat. A sponge should never be shut In a box, and ! the best place to keep it is on a hangi ing’tarthen tray or in an open basket of wire. A good bathing sponge had rather coarse pores, but it is strong and soft in texture. The most expensive sponges, however, are tiny ones, which have the very finest holes and a silken texture They arc used l for bathing little children and bysur- > geons. ______ ■ y It is awfully hard to convince a man that bls wife loves him when he gets up in the night and finds the match box empty.

DUE TO REPUBLICANS HARRISON, NOT CLEVELAND, IS RESPONSIBLE. Th® Country I® Now Heaping th® Mltt®r Fruit of th® Policy Adopted hy th® Late Republican Administration —No Fixed Ratio rowlblo. Wher® th® Rlaine Lie®. The country is now reaping the bitter fruit of tne policy adopted by the Republican administration, as there has been no legislation or session of Congress since the inauguration of President Cleveland. The present depression in business is tho legitimate result of the Sherman bill, tho McKinley bill and tho wasteful policy of the Harrison administration. The Sherman bill (which was expected to make money plenty) is now acknowledged to bo such a failure, and so bad, so full of danger to a sound financial condition, that nobody defends it. It is repudiated even by its father, who admits it ought to bo repealed. The McKinley bill, with the rest of the Republican measures, inaugurated an era of wild speculation. High protection was to give success to any business venture. Men rushed into all sorts of schemes to get rich at a bound. Trusts were formed and multiplied, to sell watered stock, and to increase prices. Banks were started by men who wanted to borrow and not to lend. The tide of speculation was raised so high that prosperous men like McKinley and Ex-Secretary Foster were swept into the current aha ruinod. The inevitable result of this wild craze is collapse and failures. The weak visionary concerns go to the wall and wind up. The strong find the market overstocked. Banks that made their loans to the speculators are compelled to stop. Excessive protection, inspiring the hope of excessive profits, always has, and always will, cause such a rush into protected business as to result in overproduction. The McKinley bill has a share with Sherman bill in bringing about the present disturbed condition of business in the country. It is not Cleveland that is responsible for this, but Harrison and the Republican administration. We can now see how much the country has lost by tho election of President Harrison instead of Cleveland. With nerve enough to veto the McKiniey bill and the Sherman bill, and any other mischievous measures, Cleveland would have saved the country from the disasters that a mistaken policy has brought upon it. Wo repeat, it is Harrison, not Cleveland, who is responsible.—New Age. McKinley on the Sherman Act. The Sherman silver-purchase bill was passed by Congress in 1890. Soon after its passage Major McKinley came to Grand Rapids ana addressed an immense Republican meeting in Hartman's Hall. In the course of his speech he eulogized the action of the Republican majority in Congress. One of the reasons which he urged as the occasion for eulogy was the passage of the Sherman law. He did not claim that it was a compromise or anything of the kind. He made no apologies for it Ho gloried in it as a groat and noble act of a Republican Congress. He said: What have we done? We have passed the stiver bill—the beet silver bill thst was ever put upon our statute books. What does it do? Tt utilizes every ounce, every pennyweight of the silver product of the United States. The Government buys V-OO.lXX) ounces every thirty days, and Issues Its Treasury notes for that sum, and makes them redeemable in gold or silver, and makes them reoeelvable for debts, public and private, absolutely a legal tender that puts In circulation a little more than two millions every tliirty days, snd in addition to what is pnt iu circulation under the old law, the two millions of coinage a month. Then we have made this silver as good as gold, and silver to-day is nearer on an equality with gold than it has been for eighteen years; and why shouldn't they be side by side in the business of this great country? Grover Cleveland’s administration discounted silver from the moment of its inauguration to the conclusion of hla term; aye, he commenced discounting it before he was inaugurated and wrote a letter to several Representatives in Congress demanding a suspension of the coinage of two millions of money, and said if it was not done it would produce Unsocial disaster. It was not done, and we had no financial dlsnster. a We said in our platform of IHFS that gold and silver must be used as money. We made that pledge good, for gold and silver are together, side by side, self-reliant, each distinct in Individuality, but like unto each other as those who love. Tho extract is given without comment. It needs no comments. It is i the expression of the views of the great . Republican leader on one of the national questions of greatest import today.

Big Pension Leak. Every candid mind must approve and applaud the work that Commissioner Lochren Is doing in revising and purging the pension rolls. He is granting every new pension for which a just claim Is made out. He is suspending no pension allowable under the law. He is simply stopping the payment of millions of Government money to men who are not entitled under the law to receive it. The suspensions include two classes of cases —viz., those in which the allowance has boen secured by direct fraud, and those in which, without fraud on the pensioner’s part, the allowance has been made contrary to law. There were 250 cases discovered in Virginia, 250 in lowa, and about 1,000 in New Mexico in which pensions had been secured by plain fraud and false swearing, for men who had never been in the service at all. To strike these from the rolls was as manifestly a duty as to stop any other form of stealing. But the other class of cases is much the larger. Investigation shows that about one hundred thousand pensions were improperly granted under Raum’s extraordinary order No. 164, which flagrantly perverted thq plain intent of the law. Those pensions take about $11,500,000 a year out of the Treasury. The Commissionbr is as much bound to suspend such pensions as he would be to stop the payment of salaries in his office of persons not employed there. No Fixed Ratio Potulblo. The Sherman act should be repealed unconditionally and without delay. It is time to abandon the experiment of legislating against the laws of nature. The attempt to maintain a fixed ratio between the values of gold and silver by act of Congress is merely a new edition of the Pope’s bull against the comet. The national faith is virtually pledged to redeem all varieties of paper currency in gold, and the apprehension arising from the possibility of any other course is sufficient of itself to arrest the operations of finance throughout the country. This apprehension can bo removed only by an explicit and frank adoption of the single gold standard. If the present gold reserve is inadequate for that purpose, a sufficient addition should be made by the sale of gold bonds. Better increase the national debt than wipe out enormous values and destroy business from Maine to California.—-Harry Pratt Judson, Professor in the Chicago University, in Review of Reviews. « Garfleltl on Pennlon*. As Gen. Garfield pointed out twenty years ago, the number of pensioners ought to diminish as the war grew more remote, and the expenditures on

this account “steadily decrease, unleas our legislation should be unwarrantably extravagant." This is what actually/ happens where any pension system to oconirtnlcally administered. The State of Georgia some years ago began nayinff moderate allowances to crippled cx-Confoderates and to the needy widows of men who served In the Southern Army. Ton years ago there were 1,000 mon who drew 1100 a year for the loss of a limb or for total disability. Now there are only 773 pensioners under this head, li our pension legislation had not boon so unwarrantably extravagant, tho number of Union soldiers on the roll would be now much smaller than In Garfield s day, Instead of larger by hundreds Os thousands —Now York Evening 1 out. Th® Trczldcnt Wield® Illa Club. R tPfMfo w /#/ first nil I I \ SHIRMAN II m null • ft W- J* f law y I 36 a J AHonu* H 1 # 5? 7 ™M IK i LAW WfeZ-A// —Chicago Herald. Lea® Lung®, More Drain. This is a good time for the “friends of silver" to give their lungs a vacation and to place the gray matter of their brains on duty. Their gray matter will observe that it is not the “gold bugs" or the “bloated bondholders" of Wall street who are petitioning Congress to repeal the Sherman act and to return to a sound currency. In fact, these rich speculators are enjoying immensely the prospect of cheap silvqr They hope their allies, tho silverites, may be successful in preventing the repeal of tho Sherman law for many months, and that business will fluctuate from hot to cold several times during each month of tampering with our currency. They have the capital, and can buy low and sell high, by taking advantage of the business necessities of the country. After one or two years of this work, or when all of the available cash is squeezed out of industry, they will bo willing to desist for awhile to allow the country to recuperate. They would then pray for another cheap money scare. While industry is suffering and business houses and banks are tumbling, because of the money stringency, big fortunes are being doubled in Wall street. But little has been learned as yet of what has occurred. It has, however, leaked out that Mr. Addison Cammack has made $1,500,000 during the past three months, and that the profits of A. J. Weil & Co. since June 11 aggregate $2,000,000. Bigger speculators are probably making bigger “profits." The present fear of cheap money will host honest industry and labor hundreds of millions of dollars. It will be extracted by aid for the rich speculators. More charities and almshouses for the poor, more steam yachts and foreign castles for the rich. “To him that hath it shall be given, and from him that hath not it shall be taken away, even that which he hath;” but never more rapidly than when our currency system is being juggled with in the interest of silver-mine owners, who use the mortgaged farmer and the poor laborer as their tools. When these same farmers and laborers awaken and realize what they have done they will feel like kicking themselves into the great big sea.—B. W. Holt.

A MoraA’anlc. The key to the situation is obviously the Sherman silver law. the prompt repeal of which is urgently demanded by the logic of the situation. In previous financial disturbances in this country relief has always been obtainable from the borrowing of foreign capital, which was Invariably ready to come over here on good security and good intorest'so long as there was no question as to what an American dollar meant or, would mean for a twelvemonth. This time that resource is hardly available, to any extent. The collateral we offer is good enough, and the rate of inter-, est eminently satisfactory, but Europe shakes its head and declines to be tempted by any rate of interest so long as there is any question as to whether we are going to be a gold dollar or a silver dollar country. This lack of confidence abroad very seriously aggravates, the lack of confidence at home,' hence the statement above that the silver bill is the key to the situation.' Without discussing the merits of the silver controversy, tt is plain that our first' duty and interest is to restore confidence abroad. This is a peculiarly “moral panic.” Ail our resources are intact, and there is neither plague, nor famine within our borders. Confidence is all that is lacking, and the return of that means the return of ’prosperity. Repeal the silver bill without quibble or delay, and the upward movement toward normal conditions will begin on the instant. There should be no uncertain sound to the President’s forthcoming message to Congress. After that is done, which alone can set us right in our own eves and in those of the world, there will be opporportunity for careful deliberation upon any further financial legislation that may be needed. —Dry Goods Economist. Gold Bngx. “‘Gold-bugs’ may be bad enough,* remarks the' Indianauolis News, “though we confess we never saw saw a gold-bug and do not know what a gold-oug is, but patriotic men will be quite likely to prefer them to secessionists and traitors, who would hang John Sherman, march through blood to a silver throne, and wreck the country which they profess to love, just to make a market for Western silver at double its actual value. If this convention may be taken as one of the first iruits of free silver, it affords only one additional reason why the movement should not succeed. Gov. Waite is a very valuable ally of the goldbugs.”— New York Post. Gov. McKinley is busily engaged in explaining why the wicked Democrats are to blame because his high tariff on wool and wheat has not kept up the price of these articles. A Professional Maxim for Lawyers.—Whatever you do, do it with your might. Many a member of the profession has made his fortune by working with a will. The superior man Is slow in his wordi and earnest in his conduct.—Confuoiua • ■ 1 ... .1