Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1883 — Pulic Politeness. [ARTICLE]

Pulic Politeness.

I waa coming np town, and entered the stage in which five elegantly-dressed and fine-looking women were sitting on each •Ms of it They-might be the lady patronesses of aeme society. There waa room tor another person on each side, but not one of those women moved to make room for me, and I rode a mile or more, While these ten women-—I do not . say ladies—declined to give me a seat, as they could have done any momei t - without rising or erqwding.> The l/ost of them were probably mothers. But as the instinct of good mannerfc— ’ sat is, of politeness, which is simply t e law es kindness—was not in the bi -ist of Me of the ten. what is to be exp ctedof their children} They eaawet teueh whet they do not know, and, as they know nothing of politeness, their children will baboon. Going to the omnibus again for a sample of manners, I opened the door to step in, the other day, when a boy took advantage es my holding it open, jumped In and took the only vacant seat, tickled that na got the start of me and gat the seek This was young America 21 oven. The great Athenian philosophy aifcd that demooracy has the foundtttek M the principle that one man is as gVM an another, if not a little better, and stsMy wte* men have insisted that popster Movement tends to destroy reverence let superiors and deference to others, whioh axa essential dements of rainad manners. “In honor preferring one another,* Is the inspired religion of one ## the highest virtues. It payhetthsraAssa is no virtue. And I to ndt say the politest nations are the strongest; ner that it is Impossible to get money, and power, and all that, with the maunem of a pig. The very trait of eharaoter which the “gintleman who pays the rial” exhibits when he puts ids foot into the trough to keep others away while he eats, is the trait of many who succeed in getting much money. But there is a bettor way. And it is the way that has few walking in it, in this day of onrs. »pr« — iA Boston Girl in Chicago. I fed that lam very far from Boston. I realize that lam many miles nearer the line that separates civilization from the land of savages. And into these Western solitudes I have brought a volume of Herbert Spenoer to refresh and cheer my mind. He always fascinates; and the faot of his being still unmarried has something to do with it, for you know there is a halo surrounding the oelibste which marriage utterly destroys. As in most philosophical questions, it is useless to ask why this is so. We oan only observe the working of the phenomena, but not its cause. But truly, of Spencer I never tire. His ideas of tiie higher life are so consoling—the development from an “indefinite, incoherent homogeneity to a definite, coherent heterogeneity.” What oould be truer or more conclusive ? Perhaps the illiterate mind might be staggered by the unusual combination of polysyllables, but we who are cultivated can appreciate the subtle significance of a definite, coherent heterogeneity. His ideas of love, however, are not tinged with romance. Suppose that a 1 man with tender eyes and raven-hued mustache, having seated himself by your side, should tenderly take your hand in his, and then assure in fervent tones that he is oonscious of a molecular change ts» the vesicular nerve matter of his system, whose concomitant is love, andrfJiat you are the external object which has caused the change. Would an ice bath be more dulling? An hysterical woman would certainly lift tm her voice and shriek jhnd. vfio wo utter that Herb rt Spencer MV iiv«B to she age of sixty without