Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 35, Decatur, Adams County, 17 November 1893 — Page 2

She rat DKCATUR, IND, BLACKBURN, - - - rvßT,i»n»» 1 , The prodigal son in polltics is solBom Invited to partake of veal pie. } —V No, Minerva, you can’t scare your neighbor’s chickens by learning to play on tho shoe horn. “Three things that' come not Sain," says an Arab proverb, “are e spoken word, the sped arrow and ihe neglected opportunity.” A Kansas railroad refused to carry intoxicating liquors as freight or express. If it extends the restriction to its passenger service that railroad will be in the hands of a receiver within a week. A big St. Louis hat manufacturing concern has “busted” through the embezzlement of stock and money by the Secretary. That’s why the average St. Louisan at present regards (the cheerful inquiry, “Where did you get that hat?" as a personal insult. Statistics show that the entire agriculture of the world furnishes employment to 280,000,000 men, and tepresents an invested capital of •224,000,000,000. The annual product Is worth over #20,000,000,000. St is estimated that the civilized nations pay annually for food $13,000,1000,000. ; Arthur Elder Nelson, who died Eecently in New York, is said to have aade $12,000 a year writing blood hnd thunder Indian novels for cheap publications. His work fairly reeked with gore and was full of minute descriptions of Indian fights, yet he had never been west of Buffalo and had never seen an Indian in his life except In a traveling show. Perhaps Mr. Charles Mitchell, the British slugger, could be induced to Savor us with a lecture on the duty of the Christian clergy to the prize Mr. Mitchell holds that when preachers inveigh against prize fighting they not only talk of that concerning which they are uninformed, [but that they are not strictly attending to their own business. This is an important point. ' It isn’t exactly clear why the [Englishmen should indulge in the noastthat the Valkyrie can cross the ocean and the Vigilant can not. As jwe understand the matter, there is ®o occasion for an American cup deSender to cross the ocean. The cup Is on this side of the water at pres-

sent, and it seems likely to remain here for some time to come. When jihe cup goes abroad we shall have a yacht that will be entirely capable M crossing over to bring it back. Four men, three of them telegraph Operators and one jm employ®-of r “Kentucky lottery flrm, got up a scheme to put a wire in a room next (to the office and by signals furnish the operator with the numbers as they were taken from the wheel. These numbers were to be telegraphed Ip New York and played there before the eastern lottery office received the lucky numbers from the western office. The telegraph men were Arrested, but the lottery man escaped. [The latter was too deep in crime Ifor Ebe officers. It takes a smart man Is beat lottery criminals. Let lotteries alone! ‘ 11 Thebe seems to be a reform needed In men’s attire, but no one is willing fce make the first Innovation. The press coat of society, for Instance, is * ridiculous garment, but who would (flare to go into society without it? As for the civilized ’’trousers it is as < absurd and hideous a piece of ral- * meat as could well be imagined, but Jwhat kind of attire could take Its place? He would indeed be a bold man who would walk the streets without trousers, wearing Instead the Highlander's kilt or the more classic toga. To wear either garment in the pleak northern winter would be a prial of physical courage which very |ew modern men could ‘ t Chicago Herald: Several hun{red wise men of Gotham came out lere the other day and viewed the andscapeo’er. They nearly dislocated heir necks gazing up at the sky • jwrapers, and they held on with both hands while they whizzed through the tunnels on cars drawn by Mr. Yerkes’ (justly celebrated cables. They took B journey—a day’s ride—from Lake ■View to the southern city limits, land they got tired before they made the trip from th,e lake to the western boundary line. What they saw Scared them, and they no sooner got (home than they passed the word along that Brooklyn must be annexed k If New York would be spared the | (disgrace of becoming the second city dn the Union— Chicago' being the I 'first This is flattering to Chicago, I and the annexation movement gives | us no’ concern. Within five years i the population of this city will be | greater than that ofc New York and ■ .Brooklyn combihed. And if the ' worst comes to the worst we will annex Milwaukee. Ox® prolific cause of disaster to fc acean vessels Is likely to be obviated before long. That is, the difficulty that mariners experience In seeing or distinguishing coast lights on stormy or fnggv nlghta Many wrecks on the Long Island and New Jersey shores have resulted from this cause. But electric science is bring relief.

It has been demonstrated that lighthouses are practical with electric upi paratus capable of projecting light a distance equal to several hours’ sail of average craft. A lighthouse is ; about to be erected at a point on the [ northwest coast of France that will ! illustrate the wonders of the new method. It will contain what; is termed a “lightning Hash’’ of forty million candle-power, and will cast a beam that in clear weather can be seen sixty-three miles away. Even in foggy weather it is expected to be visible at a distance of twenty-one miles. A bill has been introdued in Congress designed to punish train robbers. It holds guilty of murder any one who displaces or removes a railway switch, crosstie, or rail, or injures a railroad track or bridge, or does or causes to be done any act whereby a locomotive, car, or train of cars is stopped, obstructed, or injured with intent to rob or injure persons or property passing over any railroad, and whereby any person is killed. If the attempt does not result in murder, the guilty person shall be imprisoned at hard labor for from one to twenty years. Circuit and district courts of the United States are to have jurisdiction in all cases arising under the act. The bill has been referred to the Committee on Interstate Commerce. The bill led to a lively discussion of the old States rights problem. Senator Vest denounced the bill as an attempt of great corporations to get the United States to protect their property. Senators Hawley and Dolph took the same view of the matter, saying that the whole nation was a failure if States could not be relied upon to maintain order within their borders. “No State,” said Senator Hawley, “has a right to be powerless.” France has lost one of her great men, a man who represented her proudest periods of military achievement, and her most terrible disaster under the empire. Marshal MacMahon has earned honorably the right to be classed among the grand old men of France. Be was buried with all the honors due him for his long military career, which began in Algeria and ended at Sedan, and for the high position he occupied as President of the republic. MacMahon was an honest President. He left the Elysee, where he had dwelt as lord of Fren :h taxes, with clean hands. In the sternness of his probity he resembled Washington. He discharged the duties of his great office in the spirit with which he entered upon them —a spirit embodied in these memorable words to the French Assembly in 1873: “A heavy responsibility is thrust upon my patriotism, but with the aid of God, the devotion of the army—which will

always be the army of the law—and the support of all honest men we will continue together the work of maintaining peace, restoring moral order and defending the principles on which society is based. ” He never fell short of entire devotion ttjthls The latest terraficrf' society is the peripatetic hypnotizer, who, according to the European newspapers, seems to be creating widespread consternation in England and on the Continent. In London recently a victim of hypnotism applied to a police magistrate for a summons against apian whom he charged*with having caused him to reveal his confidential family affairs at a public house bar. Os course, his application was refused, since it is obvious that neithertheft, fraud, imposition, libel nor assault could be accepted as the proper designation of such an incident. On the Continent the danger appears to be of a still more serious nature. A man with fascinating eyes is reported as haunting the Parisian omnibuses, and whenever he feasts his eyes on a good-looking young woman she Immediately falls asleep. So numerous are the charges of this character against him that the police are now straining every nerve to capture him. But it is difficult to say what can be done with him when he is secured. He can scarcely be guillotined, and to place such an offender in confinement would only be to invite him to try his powers on his jailers. He might even succeed in sending to sleep the judge and the jury before whom he was brought for trial. If there is really anything in this new form of the Evil Eye, it may become a source of moral danger and crime, and the law of all civilized countries will have to be amended in such a manner as to grapple with it. In the meantime it may serve as a fertile field for authors of comic operas I and screaming farces. | Dangers of the Tea Habit. I The London Hospital has been sounding a note of alarm regarding the extent to which the habit of teadrinking is indulged, no less a quan- , tity than 207,055,679 pounds having been consumed in Great Britain last year. This paper states that “not ( only are we yielding, with all the ( weakness of an inebriate, to the diseases of nerve and stomach which ex1 cessive tea-drinking brings in its train," but, after instituting a com1 ■ parison between teas of Chinese and i | Indian growth, it continues: “We > drink more tea than our parents; we [ take it oftener, stronger, and of > coarser quality. The results are less ' obvious than those of, alcoholic intoxication, but not less serious; and in truth the time may not be far distant when the earnest disciples of > the new temperance will plead with 1 us, with tears in their eyes, ‘Give up r this accursed tea, and take to cocoa, r or even to beer.” A man traveling one of the saw--1 mill roads in Dooly County avers that ? the road was so crooked that he met ■ himself coming back. —Atlanta Jour- . naL

TALMAGE’S SERMON. THE GREAT PREACHER TALKS OF CONSOLING INFLUENCE. To-<lay and One Hundred Venn from Now —The NeceMlty of Death and DecayTime b Paet, and It b an E-»erla»tln< Now— Oblivion's Defeats. The Tabernacle Pulpit. Rev. Dr.' Talmage last Sunday preached a sermon of unusual and marvelous consolation to the usual throngs after tney had sung: There la no Borrow that Heaven cannot core. The subject was “Oblivion and Its Defeats.’* The texts selected were Job xxiv, 20, “He shall be no more remembered,” and Psalms cxii, 6, "The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.” “Oblivion and Its Defeats” is my subject to-day. There is an old monster that swallows down everything. It crunches individuals, families, communities, states, nations, continents, hemispheres, worlds. Its diet is made up of years, of centuries, of cycles, of milleniums, of eons. That monster is called by Noah Webster and all the other dictionarians oblivion. It is a steep down which everything rolls. It is a coptlagration in which everything is consumed. It is a dirge in which all orchestras play and a period at which everything stops. It is the cemetery of the human race. It is the domain of forgetfulness. Oblivion! At times it throws a shadow over all of us, and I would not pronounce it to-day if I did not come armed in the strength of the eternal God on your behalf to attack it, to rout it, to demolish it. Oblivion’s Work. Why, just look at the way the families of the earth disappear! For awhile they are together, inseparable and to each other indispensable, and then they part. Some by marriage, going to establish other homes, and some leave this life,'and a century is long enough to plant a family, develop it, prosper it and obliterate it So the generations vanish. Walk up Broadway, New York; State street, Boston: Chestnut street, Philadelphia; the Strand, London; Princess street, Edinburgh; Champs Elysees, Paris: Unter den Linden, Berlin, and you will meet in this year 1893 not one person who walked there in the year 1793. What engulfment! All the ordinary efforts at perpetuation are dead failures. Walter Scott’s “Old Mortality” may go round with his chisel to recut the faded epitaphs on tombstones, but Old Oblivion has a quicker chisel with which he can cut out a thousand epitaphs while “Old Mortality” is cutting in one epitaph. Whole libraries of biographies devoured of bookworms or unread of the rising generations. All the signs of the stores and warehouses of great firms have changed, unless the grandsons think that it is an advantage to keep the old sign up because the name of the ancestor was more commendatory than the name of the’ descendant. The city of Rome stands to-day, but dig down deep enough and you come to another Rome, buried, and go down still farther and you will find a third ttojne. Jerusalem stands to-day, but dig down deep enough and you will find a Jerusalem underneath, and goon and deeper down a third Jerusalem. Alexandria on the top of an Alexandria, and the second on the top of the third.

Many of the ancient cities are buried 30 feet deep, or 50 feet deep, or 100 feet deep. What was the matter? Airy special calamity? N . The winds ana waves and sands and flying dust are all undertakers and gravodiggers, aqd if the world stands long enough, present .Brooklyn York ad? London - will have on top of them other Brooklyns and New Yorks and Londons, and only after digging and boring and blasting will the archaeologist of far distant centuries come down as far as the highest spires and domes and turrets of our present American and European cities. Call the roll of the armies of Baldwin I, or of Charles Martel, or of Marlborough, or of Mithridates, or of Prince Frederick, or of Cortez, and not one answer will you hear. Stand them 1 in line and call the roll of the 1,000,000 men in the army of Thebes. Not one answer. Stand them in line, the 1,700,000 infantry and the 200,000 cavalry of • the Assyrian army under Ninus, and call the roll. Not one answer. Stand in line the 1,000,000 men of Sesostris, the 1,200,000 men of Artaxerxes at Cunaxa, the 2,641,000 men under Xerxes at Thermopylae, and call the long roll. Not one answer. At the opening of our Civil War the men of the Northern and Southern armies were told that if they fell in battle their names would never be forgotten by their country. Out of the million men who fell in battle or died in military hospitals you cannot call the names of 1,000, nor the names of 500, nor the names of 100, nor the names of 50. Oblivion! Are the feet of the dancers who were at the ball of the Duchess at Richmond at Brussels the night before Waterloo all still? All still. Are all the ears that heard the guns of Bunker Hill all deaf? All deal. Are the eyes that saw the coronation of George 111. all dosed. All closed. Oblivion! A hundred years from now there will not be a being on this earth that knew we ever lived, Welcome to Hli Meal. In some old family record a descendant studying up the ancestral line may spell out her name, and from the nearly faded ink, with great effort, find that some person of our name was born somewhere between 1810 and 1890, but they will know no more about us than we know about the color of a child’s eyes born last night in a village in Patagonia. Tell me something about your great-grandfather. What were his features? What did he do? What ' year was he born? What year did be , die? And vour grest-grandmother?> Will you describe the style of the hat that she wore, and' how did she and your great-grandfather get on in each other's companionship?, Was it March weather or June? Oblivion! That mountain surge rol Is over everything. Even the pyramids are dying. Not a day passes but there is chiseled off a chip of that granite. The sea is triumphing over the land, and what is going on at Coney Island is going on all around the world, and the continents are crumbling into the waves. And while this is transpiring on the outside of the world the hot chisel of the internal fire is digging I under the foundation of the earth and cutting its way out toward the surface. ' It surprises me to hear people say they do not think the world will finally 1 be burned up, when all scientists will tell you that it has for ages been on ’ fire. Why, tfi ,-e is only a crust be* i tween us and the furnaces inside rag- ( ing to get out. Oblivion! The world itself will roll into it as easily as a 1 schoolboy’s India rubber ball rolls down a hill, and when our world goes it is so interlocked by the law of gavita- ’ tion with other worlds that they will ’ go, too, and so far from havingour J memory perpetuated by a monument ■ of Aberdeen granite in this world. there is no world in sight of our strongest telescope that will be a sure pern

merit for any slab of commemoration • of the fact that we ever lived or died at all. Our earth is struck with death. The axletrae of tho constellations Will * break and let down tho populations of other worlds. Stellar, lunar, solar mortality. Oblivion! It can swallow and will swallow whole galaxies of r worlds as easily as a crocodile takes - down a frog. r Yet oblivion does not remove or swallow anything that had better not be removed or swallowed. Tho old monster.is welcome to his meal. This world would long ago have been overr crowded if It had not been for the - merciful removal of nations and gens erations. A few days ago, visiting the place of - my boyhood, 1 met one whom 1 had not 3 seen since we played together at 10 > years of ago, and I had peculiar pleas- . ure in puzzling him a little as to who j I was, and I can hardly describe tho . sensation as after awhile he mumbled out: “Let me see. Yes, you are De . Witt.” We all like to bo remembered. - Now, I have to tell you that this obt livion of which I have spoken has its . defeats, and that there is no more rea- . son why we should not be distinctly f and vididly and gloriously remembered . five hundred million billion trillion j quadrillion quintillion years from now . than that’ we should be remembered , six weeks. lam going to tell you how t, the thing can be done. r Something That Cannot He Effaced. We may build this “everlasting' re--1 mombrance,” as my text styles it, into ' the supernal existence of those to 1 whom we do kindnesses in this world. ’ You must remember that this infirm ' and treacherous faculty which we now call memory is in the future state to be ' complete and perfect. “Everlasting ' remembrance!” Nothing will slip the stout grip of- that celestial faculty. Did you help a widow pay her rent? Did you find for that man released from ■ prison a place to get honest work? Did > you pick up a child fallen on the curb- [ stone, and by a stick of candy put in his , hand stop the hurt on his scratched [ knee? Did you assure a business man, i swamped by the stringency of the > money market, that times after awhile ■ would be better? Did you lead a Magdalen of the street into a midnight mission, where the Lord said to her, “Neither do I coni demn thee; go and sin no more?” Did you tell a man, clear discouraged in his waywardness and hopelessand plotting suicide, that for him was near by a laver in which he might wash and a coronet of eternal blessedness he might wear? What are epitaphs in graveyards, what are eulogiums in presence of those whose breath is in their nostrils, what are unread biographies in the alcoves of a city library, compared with the imperishable records you have made in the illumined memories of those to whom you did such kindnesses? Forget thefn? They cannot forget them. Notwithstanding all their might and splendor, there are some things the glorified of Heaven cannot do, and this is on» of them. They cannot forget an earthly kindness done. They have no cutlass to part that cable. They haVe no strength to hurl into oblivion that benefaction. Has Paul forgotten the inhabitants of Malta, who extended the island hospitality when he and others with him had felt, added to a shipwreck, the drenching rain and the sharp cold? Has the victim of the highwayman on the road to* Jericho forgotten the Good Samaritan with a medicament of oil and wine and a free ride to the hostelry? Have the En- ; glish soldiery who went up to God j from the Crimean battlefields forgotten Florence Nightingale? Through all eternity will the Northern and Southern soldiers forget the Northern and Southern women who . administered to the dying boys in blue apd gray I 'rißSSee/atig Uonniglvanii, and Virginia, and Georgia,wflf® turned every house and barn and shed into a hospital and incarnadined the Susquehanna, and the James, and the Chattahoochee.and the Savannah with brave blood? The kindness you do to others will stand as long in the appreciation of others as the gates of Heaven will stand, as the ‘*Hpuse «f\Many Mansions” will stand, As IbngAS jhe throne of God will stand. character is EternaL , Another defeat of oblivion will be , found in'the character of those whom wo rescue, uplift, or save. Character is eternal. Suppose by a right influence we aid in transforming a bad man into a good man, a dolorous man into a happy man, a disheartened man into a courageous man—every stroke of that work done will be immortalized. There may never be-soTnuch as one nhe in u newspaper regarding it, or no mortal tongue may ever ' whisper it into human ear, but wherever that soul shall go, your work upon it shall go, wherever that soul rises your work on it will rise, and so long as that soul win last your work on it will last. Do you suppose there will ever come such an idiotic lapse in the history of that soul in Heaven that it shall forget that you invited him to Christ; that you by prayer or gospel word turned him round from the wrong way to the right way? No such insanity will ever smite a heavenly citizen. It is not half as well known on earth that Christopher Wren planned and built St. Paul’s as it will be known in all Heaven that you were the instrumentality of building a temple for the sky. We teach a Sabbath class, or put a Christian tract in the hand of a passerby, or testify for Christ in a prayer meeting, or preach a sermon and go home discouraged, as though nothing had been accomplished, when we had been character building with a ma"terial that no frost or earthquake or rolling of the centuries can damage or bring down. Oh, this character building! You and I are every moment busy in that tremendous occupation. You are making me better or worse, and I am making you better or worse, and we shall through all eternity bear the mark of ' . this benediction or blasting. Let others have the thrones of Heaven— [ those who have more mightily wrought I for God and the truth—but it will be Heaven enough for you and me if ever and anon we meet some radiant soul on the boulevards of the great city who shall say: “You helped me once. You encouraged me when I was’ in earthly struggle. I do not know that I would have reached this shining place had it not been for you.” And we will laugh with Heavenly glee and say: “Ha! ha! Do you really remember that talk? Do you remember that warning? Do you remember that Christian invitation? What a memory you have! Why, that must have been down there in Brooklyn and New Orleans at least ten thousand million years ago.” And the answer will be, “Yes, it was as long as that, but I remember it as well as though it were yesterday.” Oh, this character building! The structure lasting independent of passing centuries, independent of crumbling mausoleums, independent of the whole planetary system. Aye, if the material universe, which seems all bound together like one piece of machinery, should some day meet with an accident that should send worlds crashing into each other like telescoped railway trains, and all the wheels of constellations and galaxies should stop, and down into the chasm of immensity all the suns and moons

i and stars should tumble like the mldl night express at Ashtabula, that would not touch us and would not hurt God, I for God is a spirit, and character and f memory are immortal and over that * grave of a wrecked material universe might truthfully be written, “The ! righteous shall be held in everlasting i remembrance.” O Time, we defy thee! O Death, we ' stamp thee in the dust of thine own i sepulchers! -O Eternity, roll on till the . last star has stopped rotating, and the i last sun is extinguished on the sapphire pathway, and tho last moon has illumined the last night, and as many years have passed as all the scribes that ever took pen could describe by ' as many figures as they could write In all the centuries of all time, but thou 1 shalt have no power to efface from any soul in glory the memory of anything, we have done to bring ft to God and heaven! A Frown Followed by a Kiss. There is another and a more complete defeat for oblivion, and that is in the heart of God himself. You have seen a sailor roll up his sleeve and show you his arm tattooed witn the figure of a favorite ship—perhaps the first one in which he ever sailed. You have seen a soldier roll up his sleeve and shpw you his arm tattooed with tho picture of a fortress where he was garrisoned, or the face of a great general under whom ho fought. You have seen many a hand tattooed with the face of a loved one before or after marriage. This tattooing is almost as old as the world. It is some colored liquid punctured into the flesh so indelibly that nothing can wash it out. It may have been there fifty years, but when the man goes into his coffin that puncture will go with him on hand or arm. Now, God says that he has tattooed us upon his hands. There can be no other meaning in the fortv-ninth chapter of Isaiah, where God says. “Behold, I have graven thee on the palms of my hands!” It was as much as to say: “I cannot open my hand to help, but I think of you. I cannot spread abroad my hands to bless, but I think of you. Wherever Igo up and down the heavens I take these two pictures of you with me. They are so inwrought into my being that I cannot lose them. As long as my hands last the memory of you will last. Not on the backs of my hands, as though to announce you to others, but on the palms of my hands for myself to look at and study and love. Not on the palm of one hand alone, but on the palms of both hands, for while I am looking upon one hand and thinking of you. I must have the other free to protect you, free to strike back your enemy, free to lift if you fall. Palms of my hands indelibly tattooed. And though I hold the winds in my fist no cyclone shall uproot the inscription of your name and your face, and though I hold the ocean in tho hollow of my hand its billowing shall not wash out the record of my remembrance. ‘Behold, I have graven thee on the palms of my hands.’ ” What jpy, what honer can there be comparable to that of being remembered by the mightiest and kindest and loveliest and tenderest and most affectionate being in the universe. Think of it—to hold an everlasting place in the heart of God. The heart of God! The most beautiful palace in the universe. Let the archangel build some palace as grand as that if he can. Let him crumble up all the stars of yesternight and to-morrow night and put them together as mosaics for such a palace floor. Let him take all the ! sunrises and sunsets of all the days and the auroras of all the nights and hang them as upholstery at its windows. Let him' take all the rivers, and all the lakes, and all the oceans? and toss ft hem into the fountains of this palace the^iills"auMiang'it initschandeSere? and all the pearls of the seas and all the diamonds of the fields, and with them arch the doorways of that palace, and then invite into it all the glories that Esther ever saw at a Persian banquet, or Daniel ever walked among in Babylonian castles, or Joseph ever witnessed in Pharaoh’s throneroom, and then yourself enter this castle of archange!ic construction and see how poor a palace it is compared with the greater palace that some of you have already found in the heart of a loving and pardoning God, and into which al 1 the music and all the prayers, and all the sermonic considerations of this day are trying to introduce you through the blood of the slain Lamb. Oh, where is oblivion now? From

the dark and overshadowing word that it seemed when I began, it has become something which no man or woman ■ > child who loves the Lord need ever fear. Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead. Oblivion sepulchered. But I must not be so hard on that devouring monster, for into its grave go all our sins when the Lord for Christ’s sake has forgiven them. Just blow a resurrection trumpet over them when once oblivion has snapped them down. Not one of them rise" Blow again. Not a stir amid all ardoned iniquities of a lifetime. Blow agiin! Not one ot them moVes in the deep grave trenches. But to this powerless resurrection trumpet a voice responds, half human, half divine, and it must be nart man and part God, saying, “Their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.” Thank God for this blessed oblivion! So you see I did not invite you down into a cellar, but up on a throne—not into the graveyard‘o which all materialism is distined, but into a garden all abloom with everlasting remembrance. The frown of my first text has become the kiss of the second text. Annihilation has become coronation. The wringing hands of a great agony have become the clapping hands of a great joy. The requiem with which we began has became the grand march with which we close. The tear of sadness that rolled down our cheek has struck the lip on which sits the laughter of | eternal triumph. This Is Vouched For. Bronzed and brown the Colonel stood in the Queen street doorway ot Eaton’s emporium, waiting .for his wife within. That morning the battalion, returning from Niagara camp, had marched proudly up tbe street, the Colonel in command. But now off duty he stood complacently stroking his tawny mustache and looking, as he is, every inch a soldier. When I shook hands with him and asked him to dine with me hir eyes twinkled. “Thank you, so much, but I can’t. I must get home,” and he glanced down at his regimentals. “What do you think a young woman just asked me? I saw her looking at me in tently, but that seemed natural enough. She had one of those perambulators, and she said, with a comprehensive lock at my uniform and a smile of relief. “Are ,you the man who takes care of the Eaby carriages?’ She did, upon my honor. I think I had better get home. Infantry, by jove, but not baby carriages!”—Toronto Saturday Night There is a deaf and dumb man In Kansas seven feet tall This la what we might call a long silence.

; LABOR NOT DEFENDED Mfc,.. , > A FRAUD IMPOSED UPON THE [ WORKINGMEN. i Men Are on the Free Liat and American i Labor 1h Npt Protected by Dot lea on Goods — Cohudlana Moving Back and [ Forth at WllL Protective Hyatem a Faroe. i “One effect of the temporary shutting down of the many New England cotton mills during the past two months and the subsequent reduction In tho ’ wages of tho operatives has been the stimulus given emigration from this ’ and other Now England States to Canada. Few factories but have felt the effects of this exodus of the French Canadians back to the farms from which the promise of high wages and speedy enrichment enticed them, and for weeks past the depot platforms at the village railway stations have been piled high with their trunks and huge boxes, filled with clothing and household goods, billed for points beyond the Canadian border. There Is no more reliable indicator of the industrial situation in the cotton manufacturing centers than the periodical movement of tho migratory portion of the French Canadian population. When the tide of industrial prosperity is on the rise, and with it the wages of the cotton operatives, the French Canadian, taking it at the flood, hies him from the farm to the factory, and again when it begins to ebb, he is the first to take alarm, and with the accumulated savings of his sojourn in the States fly back to tho farm.” The above, from the Providence Journal, is quoted by the Manufacturer, of Philadelphia, one of the stanchest, not to say the most bitter, of Protectionist journals. It is assumed that this furnishes a clinching argument for protection to American wageearners by means of tariff duties. But does it? Does it not rather stamp the whole system as a farce and a fraud? Does it not make clear that trade in labor is free, and that when the reward for labor is higher in this than in other countries there is no obstruction to its migration and importation, except the trouble of moving and the expense of transportation? Not more certainly does the liquid in a spirit level flow toward the lower end of the tuba than does the tide of immigration flow toward the country of greatest natural and actual advantages for the employment of labor. Labor, like water, Is constantly seeking its level. Men being on the free list, they can and do sell their labor in the highest market. Hence wages the world over are about as nearly level as are the waters of the seas and the groat bodies of water closely connected with them. If day wages are much higher in one country than in another it is because labor, is more efficient in the former than in the latter country. This theory is in accord not only with common sense, but with all wefl-authenticatod facts, obtained by Democrats or Republicans. When James G. Blaine was Secretary of State in 1881, he made a report on wages in the cotton industry, in this and other countries, based upon statistics obtained by foreign Consuls. He was farced to come to the conclusion that “undoubtedly the inequalities in the wages of English and American operatives are more than equalized by the greater efficiency of the latter and their longer hours of labor.” The previous Secretary of State, Wm. M. Evarts, made a similar report and came to a similar conclusion. He said: “One workman In the United States, as will be seen from the foregoing extracts, does as much work as two workmen in tta, country is demonstrated every day of the year by our exports of goods to all parts of the globe. Our shoemakers, carpet and cloth weavers, piano, carriage, and wagon makers, and mechanics and workingmen of all kinds receive double the day wages paid in Europe, and yet their products are exported to Europe and sold in competition with the products of Europe’s cheapest labor. Many large manufacturers have declared that labor is cheaper in this than in any other coun-try-all things considered. No. a duty on goods gives no # protection to labor that makes the goods. As the Hon. Ben Butterworth frankly admitted. “The manufacturers and the trusts get the protection and the profits of the

tariff.” The American workingman sees the effects of protection in the increased prices of what he purchases. His labor is in constant competition with the labor of all other countries, both in our own and in foreign markets. This fallacy exploded, protection will have no other leg upon which to stand. But anyway it has twice been knocked completely off its pins in this country, and the last obsequies are now Toeing performed. No humbug ever deserved to be buried deeper than this one.—Byron W. Holt. The Inevitable OS Year. The most-, conspicuous feature in American politics is the fated off year. ’A striking reaction is as certain to follow the victory of either party at the polls as day is to follow night During the years following the war, with disfranchised white communities at the South and under federal force acts in all the States, the reactions were less complete. But even then, with a restricted suffrage and with the relentless exercise of official power at the polls, the off years produced a falling off in party majorities, and often they were reversed. It is unnecessary to trace this line in political history farther back than the middle of the century. In 1848 the Whigs elected President Taylor, and in 1850 the Democrats elected a majority in Congress. In 1852 the Democrats elected Pierce, and in 1854 all factions of the opposition elected a majority in Congress. In 1856 the Democrats elected Buchanan as President, and in 1858 the Republicans elected a majority in congress. In 1860 Lincoln was elected President, but in 1862 there was a serious revulsion, and at the north, notwithstanding the prevalence of the war spirit, the Republicans met serious reverses. In 1872 Grant was elected President the second time, but in 1874 the Democrats elected a majority in Congress. In 1876 Tilden was elected President,though not inaugurated, with a Democratic Congress. In 1878 the Republicans elected a majority in Congress—all these elections relating to the House. More recent history is too familiar to require recapitulation. The result in New York need not be a surprise. It is the most fickle State in the Union. It is liable to swerve from side to side, reaching the farthest extremes in a year to two. In 1880 the Republican majority in that State for Garfield as President was 21,000. In 1882, with Grover Cleveland for Governor, the Democratic majority was 193,000. In 1884 it was carried by Cleveland for President with but 1,047 majority. In 1888 it gave 21,000 Republican majority on President and 13,000 Democratic majority on Governor. In 1892 the Democratic majority was 48,000, and if it is as much the other way this year it should not be a cause for sumrise. Frequent mutations in politics occur ’ O -. • •

I in other States. Tn 1888 Ponnsylvanil gave 80,000 majority for President Man rison and in 1890 a Democratic Gor ernor was elected- In 1884 Now Jorae) gave 4,600 Democratic majority, and ta 1887 gave 3,600 Republican majority In 1888 Wisconsin gave 21,(00 He pub lloan majority, and in 1890 George W, Peek was elected Governor by th, i Democrats with 35,000 majority. Th< i political ups and downs are so numer> I ous and so erratic that, except in a few States, th’e result of no general election indicates what may occur in an ofl year, and the result in an off year ikxu , not indicate the result of a general election. Tho general law of reaction in al! political movements is an added force which' makes the off year an ad versa forecast in the horoscope of all successful parties.—Chicago Herald. About the Plate. In the latest issue of the Iron Age the price of the standard grade of Un plate in this market is reported to ba #5.40 per box. In the same issue the price of this grade of tin plate at Liverpool, free on board for shipment, is reported by cable to be from $2.79 tq #2.85 per bo*x. The duty on a box of this tin plate, weighing 108 pounds, U #2.37. It will oo seen that tho price In this market exceeds by at least 18 cents the price in Liverpool with the duty added, and that the duty of 2 2-10 oente per pound is equivalent to an ad valorem rate-of 83 per cent. The consumer who buys tin plate now in this market pays the Liverpodl price, which is from $2.79 to $2.85; then pays the duty, which is $2.37. and adds from 18 to 24 cents per box for freight charges and importer’s profits. In its report of the markets, Tin and Terne, the organ of the Tin Plate Manufacturers' Association, said, on the sth inst.: “Prices are getting down toward the lowest point ever reached in this country for foreign plates.” There was no foundation for that assertioQ. Tho price now, as we have said, is $5.40, as reported by the leading trade journals. This exceed# by 26 per cent, the average price for tne year 1886, and by 23 per cent the average for the five years immediately preceding the year of the passage Os the McKinley tariff. The average was $4.27 for tho year 1886, and for the five years ending with 1889 it was $4-36. We have been unable to find trade quotations of the prices of domestic tin plate except in the columns of this organ of the association. Tin and Terne, which publishes the price lists of five manufacturers. We have compared with the price of the imported tin plate—Bessemer steel, coke finish, 10, 14x20, full weight—the prices of the domestic tin plate of the corresponding denomination and size as published in that journal. The lowest price quoted for one factory is $6.75; for another the price ranges between $6 and $9; for the third prices are $6.25 and $9; for the fourth the lowest price is $5.75 and the highest $8.25, and the fifth concern offers three brands at $5.75, $6.25 and $6.75, respectively. - - It will be noticed that the lowest of these prices exceeds by 35 cents a box the price of foreign tin plate in this market, although tho price of this imported tin plate includes a tariff tax of $2.37. It should not be overlooked that the prices we have quoted are taken from the official organ of Mr. Cronemeyer’s association.—Now York Times. The People Not Deceived. Ignorant men who do not read or think for themselves, or who are satisfied to let interested parties think for them, may be caught in the net thrown out by the tariff shriekers and dragged back into the bondage from which they have just escaped; but they are not likely, once having had their eyes opened, to remain satisfied with future blindness and helplessness. The hard times anti low -weges which the oppressive McKinley tariff was ineffectual to prevent, it would prove equally ineffectual to obviate if it should remain unrepealed. As a revenue measure its working has brought the country to the edge of a deficit that is without a parallel for financial blundering in the past history of the Union in time of peace. Tariff Reform will justify itself. The people who control the destinies of the United States will not be balked in their effort to give the country commercial and industrial emancipation and to start it forward once more in the track toward supereminence among the nations from which it was temporarily thrust by the upheaval of civil war.—Philadelphia Record.

Too Many Axel to Grind. If current rumors, emanating from Washington, as to the intentions of the Ways and Means Committee are correct, the New England free raw material advocate is not likely to realize his full expectations. It is very generally admitted that wool will be placed on the free list, but report has it that coal is to be singled out and provided with a coat of protection. If this: is so, we do not wonder that Mr. Stevens has entered violent exceptions to it. Possibly the committee may regard free wool as a concession to the New England manufacturer, and hold, that so long as the wool and Woolen schedule is arranged to his liking he has been granted all that he can justly ask for. Then there is another suggestion. William Wilson lives in West Virginia, a State which produces a large quantity of bituminous coal; coal is also found in large quantities In many of the States from which comes the bulk of the majority in Congress. An impartial and non-sectienal tariff seems beyond the range of either party. —Wool and Cotton Reporter. “Regulating Wages.” Os all the impudent pretenses made before the Ways and Means Committee by a Fall River manufacturer, this was the worst: “You have it in your power to regulate the wages of our employes,” he said. “Will you give them bread or a stone?” So good a protectionist as James G. Blaine certified, when Secretary of State, that the labor cost in cotton manufactures in this country was no higher than in England, owing to the greater productiveness of our operatives. But aside from this the Fall River mills have reduced wages whenever they dared and raised them only when they must.. The supporters of the McKinley bill had a chance to “regulate wages” when an amendment to their bill was offered making the increases in duty conditional upon a corresponding increase in wages. Os course, they promptly voted it down. The monopolists who paid for the increase proposed to get their money back! They reduced wages in ten instances where they increased them in one.—New York World. Their Products Must Be Free. The contract labor law has not prevented the Carnegies and Fricks from filling up their works udth aliens. It has not prevented the Pennsylvania coal monopolists from Importing their thousands of mihers. It has not kept out the regiments of Hungarians and Italians wno compete for starvation wages on public works. It has not prevented the extinction of the race of New England fishermen whose places are now occupied by British provincials.—Chicago Free-Trader. Every day is a little life.—Bishop Hall. ■