Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 September 1883 — Page 3

31) tDf inocrntic Sentinel RENSSELAER, INDIANA. T. W. McEWEN, - - - Publisher

Cabr and Bell fought on the public street in San Antonio, Texas, and Senator Houston stepped between .them to make peace. He was just in time to receive from Carr a blow on the neck, intended for Bell, and from Bell a thump in 'the eye, meant for Carr. The simultaneous blows were too much for the Senator, and he fell insensible. A statistical record of habitual drunkards is to be kept in Prussia. All city physicians are directed to present in future an exact account of the determined bibbers, by putting on the official reports a "P” opposite the names of the culprits. In this way, apparently, the drunkards will be under the paternal eyes of the Government, and may be led to redemption. An old Hudson river steamboat man is reported as having said that he believes a river boat can be built which can run at the rate of thirty miles an hour. He is not of the opinion that boats are like fiddles, In that the maker doesn’t know how valuable the result will be till it has been tested. “You can take the plan of a boat and figure out just what she will do before the keel is laid,” he said. The fastest Hudson river boat ever built makes about twenty-one mfles an hour. One of the Kansas Posmasters is more than pleased with the new official order. He says: “When the wife of the first or second-class Postmaster officially requests him to beat the carpet, or weed the onion bed, or whitewash the back fence, he can draw out and read Posmaster General Gresham’s order forbidding first or second-class Postmasters from absenting themselves from their offices. Then he can go out from the sheltering roof of his domicile .absorbed in the beautiful thought that ■*there is no cloud without a silver lining.”’ It is a wonderful fact that shipping, as old as civilization and once the great carrier of the world’s commerce, has been far outstripped in its capitalized value by the railroad, an institution but little more than 50 years old. The value of British shipping is $1,000,000,OOO; value of British railroads, $3,700,000,000; value of American railroads, $6,300,000,000. Great Britain herself, the queen of marine commerce* finds her railroad investment to treble that in shipping, while our railroad plant nearly doubles in value that of the mother country. F. P. Clark, of Conesus, N. Y., had a horse cured of stiff fore joints a couple of weeks ago in rather a novel way. His hired man was at work with the horse in a potato lot, and, as a hard hail-storm came up, he unhitched the animal, and with it made for the shelter of a big oak tree some rods distant. When ten or twelve feet from the tree the horse was knocked to his knees by a thunder-bolt, and the man was stunned and covered with dust and sawdust from the tree. He was also cut in the face and hurt on the body by the flying bark, but in no place seriously. The horse has not been stiff since. In Chatham, N. H., Mrs. Sally Walker, wife of the late Isaac Walker, of that town, went blueberrying upon “Dear Hill” with a party of ladies, and, while passing over a large ledge, she saw coiled up in the form of a large plate a huge rattlesnake. Procuring a stick she succeeded in killing it, and severed its head with a sharp stone. Considering that rattlesnake oil was very valuable for lameness, she was almost to her wits end how to procure it; but, as woman is never at a loss to carry out her purpose, this was not an exception. She disrobed herself of her garters, and tying one end around the headless snakeship’s neck and the other to the back part of her dress, she dragged it home three miles and carried two large pails of berries. The snake measured four feet long, and had seven rattles. Washington Post: Samuel G. Kirby, the cabinetmaker, and former undertaker, died yesterday morning. He was 84 years •of age, having been born in Maryland during the year of the last century. Mr. Kirby had several very marked characteristics, the most prominent being a perfect horror of tobacco. He was reputed the best furniture maker in the District, and furnished many of the official and other costly houses here before manufactories were established. Many singular instances of his aversion to tobacco are related. He would not tolerate a man about him who was either smoking or chewing, and had his place of business placarded with prohibitions against the use of tobacco. On one occasion, before the war, a wealthy Georgian had bought a very large bill of goods, but hesitated over a handsome center-table. He returned with his wife after dinner, hav-

ing decided to take it. But he had fit a cigar on leaving the hotel, and when he entered the store Mr. Kirby peremptorily ordered him out. On another occasion Mr. Kirby was driven to Brightwood with a gentleman, who, on starting back, lit cigar. Mr. Kirby announced his intention of walking back, and alighted without giving any explanation to his companion, who was unaware of his idiosyncracy. Birmingham, Ala., the Pittsburg of the South, now has a population of 11,348, against 4,036 in 1880. The assessed valuation of the property in the county has increased within the same period from $3,000,000 to $8,300,000. Three years ago there was but one furnace in the county, and the total out-put of pig-iron for the State was 79,000 tons. There now eight hot-blast coke furnaces in the county, five in Birmingham and the others close by, which wifi alone this year make not less than 350,*000 tons of iron. Jefferson county thus makes over 200 per cent, more iron than did the whole State two years ago. In coal-production it is even more remarkable. In 1880 Alabama produced 323,000 tons of coal. By the end of this year Jefferson county will have put out over 1,000,000 tons. This is an increase for the county of over 300 per cent, above the coal production of the State three years ago. The traditional “bull in a china shop” was surpassed in San Francisco by a cow in a bed-room. The building, says a local journal, is a neat two-story cottage, with the first floor but a few feet from the ground, and just inside the door a rather broad flight of stairs leads to the sleeping apartments above. About 2 o’clock in the afternoon a wildeyed cow sought refuge at the outside steps and open door, with the result of going to the top of the flight into a young lady’s bedroom. Here she chewed up seven kinds of face decorations and eight yards of pillow-sham edging within ten minutes and was rapidly knocking out an “awfully pretty” green worsted lamp-mat, when three officers invaded the pre-empted territory. “Moo, ” said the cow, as she finished the mat and calmly started on her third powder-puff. This done, she gracefully kicked over a washstand and sent a couple of towels to join the lamp-mat and powder-puff. Then the sergeant grabbed her by the tail, while the two deck hands walked away with a hawser down the stairway. For some minutes the intruder stood the strain, but the sergeant finally gave her tail a patent twist, that evoked another “Moo” and a move ment for the street. Then the towmen fled for their lives, leaving the Sergeant to be dragged down the stairs. Her bovine majesty, once in the street, said “Moo” again and fled for the western hills like a red meteor chased by a legion of imps, leaving her disconsolate captors and the owners of the house to repair damages as best they might.

She Made a Slight Mistake.

She was a thin, narrow, dark-visaged woman with “specs” on, and she carried a package of tracklets and leaflets which she scattered broadcast among the sinners in the horse car on wh'ich she rode. When only one or two of the pamphlets were left a man got in. He was on his way to the depot, a countryman going home, evidently, He had a big watermelon which he disposed of tenderly on the seat next to him, and a glass flask with a rubber cork stuck boldly out of his coat pocket. “Heugh!” he panted, as he stuffed his fare into the box. “Hotter than harvestin’ up here ain’t it ?” Everybodly looked cold disapproval at him, as good, polite Christian people do when spoken to in a street car; all but the woman with the “tracks;”' She had fished one out and extended it to him. “Thankee,” he said, receiving it in a brown paw, “comic almanac, hey Y* “No, sir,” said the woman, firmly, in a high falsetto voice. “It’s to save your immortal soul. Touch not, taste not handle not the wine,” and siie pointed with a crooked fore finger to the glass flask protruding from his breast pocket. “Oh, I see,” said the man smiling good-humoredly on his sour-visaged vis-a vis; “but this bottle, ain’t for me, ma’am.” “Woe unto him that giveth his neighbor drink,” quoted the woman fiercely/ “He ain’t eggsactly my eyether,” said the man. “You see, it’s the new baby, and -wife calculates to fetch im up by hand, and this bottle’s for him, bless his pootsy tootsy. Here’s the riggin’ of it,” and diving into another pocket he fished out some indiar rubber tubing, etc. The woman didn’t wait to* finish her dissertation on temperance, but got out without asking the driver to stop.— Ex-, change.

Paid for Giving a Dog Away.

In a family where there are twq boys, one of them brought home a worthless cur, to the disgust of thq rest of the members. At last the eld-, est sister offered him a shilling if he would give the dog away. He assented and pocketed the coin. • When night came, prompted by curiosity, she asked the little fellow to whom he had given his dog, and was told, with charming naivete, “Oh, I have given him to my brother.”— Somerville Journal. The failure to recover bodies of persons drowned in Lake Winnepiseogee, N. H., is explained by the fact that quicksands exist in proximity to the cold springs at .the bottom of the lake.

THE BAD BOY.

“Well, I swow, heifc comes a walking hospital,” said the grocery man as the bad boy’s shadow came in the store, followed by the boy who looked sick and yellow, and tired, and he had lost half his flesh. “What’s the matter with you? Haven’t got the yellow fever, have you?” and the grocery man placed a chair where the invalid could fall into it. “No. Got the ager,” said the boy, as he wiped the perspiration off his upper lip, and looked around the store to see if there was anything in sight that would take the taste of quinine out of his mouth. “Had too much dreamy life of ease on the farm, and been shaking ever since. Darn a farm, anyway.” “What, you haven’t been to work for the deacon any more, have you? I thought you sent in your resignation,” and the grocery man offered the boy some limbnrger cheese to strengthen him. “Oh, take that cheese away,” said the boy, as he turned pale and gagged. “You don’t know what a sick person needs any more than a professional nurse. What I want is to be petted. You see I went out to the farm with my chum, and I took the fish-poles and remained in the woods while he drove the horse to the deacon’s, and he gave the deacon my resignation, and the deacon wouldn’t accept it. He said he would hold my resignation until after harvest, and then act on it. He said he could put me in jail for breach of promise if I quit work and left him without giving proper notice, and my chum came and told me, and so I concluded to go to work rather than have any trouble, and the deacon said my chum could work a few days for his board if he wanted to. It was pretty dam poor board for a boy to work for, but my chum wanted to be with me, so he stayed. Pa and ma came out to the farm to stay a day Or two to help. Pa was going to help harvest, and ma was going to- help the deacon’s wife, but pa wanted to carry the jug to the field, and lay under a tree while the rest of us worked, and ma just talked the arm off the deacon’s wife. The deacon and pa laid in the shade and see my chum and me work, and ma and the deacon’s wife gossiped so they forgot to get dinner, and my chum and me organized a strike, but we were beaten by monopoly. Pa took me by the neck and thrashed out a shock of wheat with my heels, and the deacon took my chum and sat down on him, and we begged and they gave us our old situations back.' But we got even with them that night. I tell you, when a boy tries to be good, and quit playing jokes on people, and then has everybody down on him, and has his pa hire him out on a farm to work for a deacon that hasn’t got any soul except when he is in church, and a boy has to get u-p in the night to get breakfast and go to work, and has to work until late at night, and they kick because he wants to put butter on his pancakes, and feed him skim milk and rusty fat pork, it makes him tough, and he would play a joke on his aged grandmother. After my clium and me had got all the chores done that night, we sat out on a fence back of the house in the orchard, eating green apples in the moonlight and trying to think of a plan of revenge. Just then I saw a skunk back of the house, right by the outside cellar door, and I told my chum that it would serve them right to drive the skunk down cellar and shut the door, but my chum said that would be too mean. I asked him if it would be any meaner than for ; the deacon to snatch us bald-headed because we couldn’t mow hay away fast enough for two men to pitch it, and he said it wouldn’t; and so we got on each side of the skunk and sort of scared it down cellar, and then we crept up softly and closed the cellar doors. Then w 6 went into the house and I whispered to ma and asked her if she didn’t think the deacon had some cider, and ma she began to hint that she hadn’t had a good drink of cider since last winter, and the deacon’s wife said us boys could take a pitcher and go down cellar and draw some. That was too much. I didn’t want any cider any way, so I told them that I belonged to a temperance society, and I should break my pledge if I drawed cider, and she said I was a good boy, and for me never to touch a drop of cider. Then she told my chum where the cider barrel was, down cellar, but he ain’t no slouch. He said he was afraid to go down cellar in the dark, and so pa said he and the deacon would go down and draw the cider, and the deaf con’s wife asked ma to go down too and look at the fruit and berries she had canned for winter, and they all went down cellar. Pa carried an old tin lantern with holes in it to light the deacon to the cider barrel, and the deacon’s wife had a taller candle to show ma the canned fruit. I tried to get ma not to go, ’cause ma is a friend of mine, and I didn’t want her to have anything to do with the circus, but she said she guessed she knew her business. When anybody says they guess they know their own business, that settles it with me, and I don’t try to argue with them. Well, my chum and me sat there in the kitchen, and I stuffed a piece of red table-cloth in my mouth to keep from laughing, and my chum held his nose with his finger and thumb so he wouldn’t snort right out. We could hear the cider run in the pitcher, and then it stopped and the deacon drank out of the pitcher, and then pa did, and then they drawed some more cider, and ma and the deacon’s wife were talking about how much sugar it took to can fruit, and the deacon told pa to help himself out of a crock of fried cakes, and I heard the cover on the crock rattle, and just then I heard the old tin lantern rattle on the brick floor of the cellar, the deacon said, ‘ Merciful goodness,’ pa said, ‘Helen damnanation, I am stabbed,’ and ma yelled, ‘goodness sakes alive,’ and then there was a lot of dish-pans on the stairs be|gun to fall and they all tried to get up cellar at once, and they fell over each other, and oh, my, what a frowzy smell came up to the kitchen from the cellar. It was enough to kill anybody. Pa was the first to get to the head of the stairs, and he stuck his head in the kitchen, and took a long breath and said, ‘whoosh! Hennery, your pa is a mighty sick man.’ The deacon came up and he had run

his head into a hanging shelf and broke a glass jar of huckleberries, and they were all over him, and he said, ‘Give me air. Earth’s but a desert drear.’ Then ma and the deacon’s wife came up on a gallop, and they looked tired. Pa began to peel off his coat and vest and said he was going out to bury them, and ma said he could bury her, too, and I asked the deacon if he didn’t notice a faint odor of sewer-gas coming from the cellar, and my chtta said it smelled more to him as though something had crawled in the cellar and died. Well, you never saw a sicker crowd, and I felt sorry for ma and the deacon, ’cause their false teeth fell out, and I knew ma couldn’t gossip and the deacon couldn’t talk sassy without teeth. But you’d a dide to see pa. He was mad, and thought the deacon had put up the job on him, and he was going to knock the deacon out in two rounds, when ma said there was no use of getting mad about a dispensation of Providence, and pa said one more such dispensation of Providence would just kill him on the spot. They finally got the house aired, and my chum and me slept on the hay in the Barn, after we had opened the outside cellar door so the animal could get out, and the next morning I had the fever and ague, and pa and ma brought me home, and I have been firing quinine down my neck ever since. Pa says it is malaria, but it is getting up before daylight in the morning and prowling around a farm doing chores before it is time to do chores, and I don’t want any more farm. I thought at Sunday-school last Sunday, when the Superintendent talked about the odor of sanctity that pervaded the house on that beautiful morning, and looked at the deacon, that the deacon thought the Superintendent was referring to him and pa, but may be it was an accident. Well, I must go home and shoot another charge of quinine into me,” and the boy went out as if he was on his last legs, though he acted as if he was going to have a little fun while he did last.— Peck’s Sun.

The Egg-Dance in India.

The Indian egg-dance is not, as one might expect from the name given it, a dance upon these fragile objects. It is executed in this wise: The dancer, dressed in a corsage and very short skint, carries a willow wheel of moderate diameter fastened horizontally upon the top of her head. Around this wheel threads are fastened equally distant from each other, and at the end of each of these threads, is a slip-noose, which is kept open by a glass bead. Thus equipped, the young girl comes toward the spectator with a basket full of eggs, which she passes around for inspection, to prove that they are real, and not imitations. The music strikes up a jerky monotonous strain, and the dancer begins to whirl around with great rapidity. Then seizing an egg she puts it in one of the slip-nooses, and, with a quick motion, throws it from her in such a way as to draw the knot tight. The swift turning of the dancer produces a centrifugal force which stretches the thread oul straight, like a ray shooting from the circumference of a circle. One aftei another the eggs are thrown out in these slip-nooses until they make a horizontal aureole or halo above the dancer’s head. Then the dance becomes more rapid—so rapid, in fact, that it is difficult to distinguish the features o! the girl. The moment is critical; the least false step, the least irregularity of time, and the eggs dash against each other. But how can the dance be stopped * There is but one way; that is to remove the eggs in the way in which they have been put in place. This operation is by far the most delicate of the two. It is necessary that the dancer, by t single motion, exact and unerring should take hold of the egg and remov< it from the noose. A single false motion of the hand, the least interferenci with one of the threads, and the genera! arrangement is suddenly broken, and the whole performance disastrously ended. At last all the eggs are successfully removed; then the dancer stops, and without seeming in the least dizzied by the dance of twenty-five or thirty minutes, advances with a firm step to thi spectators, and presents them with th< eggs, which are immediately broker in a flat dish to prove that there is nr trick in the performanee.

How Long to Sleep.

Probably no better division of time has ever been made than that into thret equal periods of eight hours eacheight hours given to business, eight tc reading and improvement, and the remaining eight to sleep. For myself, 1 find that nine or ten hours’ sleep in a single night will cure me of all trifling maladies witji which, from time to time, 1 may be afflicted. Some extraordinary advice has been given by certain distinguished persons with reference tc the time devoted to sleep, but each writer falls into the common blunder oi applying a rule to all which he find* good in his own case. Bishop Tayloi advises three hours. Wesley suggests six as the least time that will answer. Be declares that during his life hs never knew any one to retain vigorous health, even for a year, with a less quantity than six hours, and he thought that women required more than men. Excess of sleep is very bad in its influence; produces dullness of mind and body, corpulency and disposition to apoplexy; hence Galen calls sleep ths brother of death, and says that nothing is more pernicious when carried to excess. The Americans should go to bed at 9 o’clock and rise between 5 and 6. I do not mean to say that circumstances may never justify their sitting up until midnight, or later, but I am simply interpreting the voice of physiology. If the average American, with the narrow chest and small vitality, would retire at 9 o’clock he would live some years longer, and each year would afford him more happiness and ability to work.— Dio Lewis' Monthly. A eeport prepared under Government auspices says that the area of land in Manitoba broken for the first time is 99,911 acres.

HENDRICKS.

The Indiana Statesman on the Stump in lowa.* A Monster Democratic Meeting at Council Bluffs. One of’the largest political assemblies ever seen in lowa listened to ex-Gov. Hendricks in the park at Council Bluffs on the 11th Inst., in addressing lowa Democrats upon the tariff, prdhibition and Republican corruption. Mr. Hendricks began his speech by an acknowledgment of assistance rendered the Indiana Democracy in past campaigns by the present Democratic nominee for Governor of lowa He proceeded to a denunciation of the last Republican Congress for an extravagant increase of public expenditures, and condemned the policy which collects $70,000,000 of revenue annually above the requirements of an economical administration of affairs. Upon the tariff question he said: Reduction of revenue and tariff reform must come hand in hand The country expected much of the Tariff Commission, and had a right to expect much. Under the circumstances, any disappointment was grievous. The selection of the Commissioners was authorized with a view to a fair consideration of all the important interests of the country and the necessities of the treasury. They stood forbidden to carry into their consultations the spirit of the partisan. The adjustment of the tariff, justly and wisely, so as to satisfy the country, would have given quiet and confidence to business, and promoted the prosperity of all its branches. To that work the Commission seems not to have been adequate; and Congress, in the measure which it afterward adopted, fell below the standard of the Commission. Much of the work of tariff reform remains yet to be done. . A tariff will not be abandoned during the continuance of the public debt, and will probably be a means of ordinary revenue, along with the tax upon whisky, beer and tobacco. Its proper adjustment is of the greatest importance to the people in all their interests. After quoting the tariff planks of the lowa and Ohio Democratic platform of tnis year, and the Indiana and Virginia Democratic platforms of last year, he continued: A State so largely interested in agriculture as lowa is, cannot under any pressure of party politics consent that duties on imports shall be permanently so adjusted and imposed as to bear unequally and unjustly upon her great interests. In her resolution lowa does not demand that modifications shall be rudely and roughly enacted so as to disturb and destroy useful investments already made, and important enterprises already undertaken, but that “protective duties” shall be placed in the line of “gradual and persistent” reduction.” The purpose and object of any tax, whether upon imports or upon domestic productions, should be to raise needed revenue; but in either case the sagacious legislator will carefully consider the effect of his action and policy upon the important interests of the country. In the adjustment of a tariff it becomes a question of infinite detail what shall be the rate upon each article taxed; and, in the sentiment of the Ohio and Indiana resolutions, inequalities of burdens and monopolies should be prevented, and care taken that the industries of the country and the interests of labor buffer no harm. , During the period since the close of the war, now eighteen years, the Republican party has held every department of the Government in its control, save only the House of Representatives for a brief period. Has it sought the common welfare in tariff reform, in the reduction of the revenues and in the economy of public expenditures? You will not, you cannot, claim that in these material respects it has taken care that the people should suffer no harm. It has fallen far short of the measure of its responsibility. '®an you then demand of this great agricultural State its confidence and support, upon (assurances that your leaders will in good faith, work out great and essential reforms, (which they have neglected in the past l Dropping the tariff question, Gov. Hendricks arraigned the Republican party for its 'course upon questions of public virtue and {political morality. For more than twenty years, he said, that party has been in power, distributing offices, controlling patronage and the expenditure of money. Fraud and force have reached and polluted the ballotbox; corruption has interrupted and perverted the execution of the revenue laws and written the biographies of high officials in the records of the penitentiaries; the United States mails have been made to carry jobs and schemes of plumber, and, when the .people invoked the authority of the law for the punishment of the offending parties, it turned out that the officials, who had been unable to preserve a pure administration of the laws, were equally inefficient in vindicating tne cause of public justice, and the manner of the prosecutions, and the attendant scenes and incidents became only less offensive than the crimes prosecuted. The confessions of ex-Senator Dorsey and his lieutenants as to the enormous expenditure made by the Republicans to carry Indiana in 1880 were quoted from freely and commented upon as follows: I would not have asked your attention to the confessions of Dorsey and his “trusted lieutenant” but for the fact that what they did was known to the most distinguished leaders of the party, and approved by them No warrior Returning from fields of victory, no representative to foreign lands, bringing home the sheaves of successful diplomacy, no Irving, or Longfellow, or Hawthorne, crowned with the wealth and glory of literature, has been welcomed by their countrymen with such distinguished marks of admiration and approval as were awarded to Dorsey on his return from the field of successful political crime The feast in his honor at Delmonico’s was right royal. Wealth contributed its vessels of gold. Wine flowed as waters run. The charms of literature were invoked in its pndse. It was a distinguished assemblage. An exPresident sat by his side, and proposed his “health, long life and prosperity.” A Vice President-elect made the speech of the evening, in which he said that “Mr. Dorsey was selected as the leader of the forlorn hope to carry Indiana. ” Beecher and Newman were there. Did they represent your clergy? Gould was there. The giant monopolies were there, and towered above Presidents and Vice Presidents and clergy. The fraud of 1876-7 breathed its poisoned breath into the debauch; and presiding over all was the genius of the occasion, the spirit of partial and unequal legislation, the enemy of the common people. For a full description of that reeling and noisy approval of a great political outrage I refer you to the New York Timet of Feb. 12, 188 L I am sure you will not believe that $400,000 (nearly $1 to every voter) were necessary for the legitimate expenses of a State campaign, nor that it was necessary to a fair election that men should be brought from other States “to intimidate voters, to create brawls and disturbances, to knock men down, and to repeat at the pools ” Can such things receive your approval? Will you commend them as right to the young men of Iowa? May I not appeal to you as paen who love your country, to help remove these influences, so hurtful, so pernicious? ' These things cannot be denied, nor can ithey be defended. Safety for the party is found only in diverting attention from them. To that end calumnies, long since buried under Congressional investigation and report, are dragged forth against the distinguished Democratic leader of 1876, pnd paraded before the public as new discoveries. If not to divert attention, why are they dragged forth? Is that gentlemen a candidate, to be feared and if possible destroyed? He is not a candidate, and I believe does not desire to be made one. His home in the country has all the attractions that natural beauty and elegant culture can give it. With it he seems contented and happy and undisturbed by the contests of ambition. The care of cattle and the cultivation of fruit trees seems more agreeable to him than the cares of Office. As I rode with him, not long since.

over the* beauJful and well-cultivated grounds, I thought there was enough to satisfy the most exacting taste, and that such retirement was a shield against the poisoned arrows of person® fed partisan malignity. Perhaps the reproducers of their calum nies fear the profound sentiment of the peo pie calling for a rebuke of the great-wrong of 1876-77, and that in respect thereto our history shall be corrected, and national integrity vindicated, making him again the Democratic leader. If that thought be behind this movement and instigating it, those who entertain it may be assured that calumny will fall harmless at his feet, and at the feet of the Democracy; that the attention of the people cannot be diverted from the political arraignment of 1884, but that the issue upon the wrongs of the past, reform for the future, must be met. The speaker then made a pass.n? allusion to the Monroe question, condemning the Republican party for its failure to grapple with polygamy while they have the power. The remainder of the speech was devoted to a discussion of prohibition The Governor declared himself in favor of the license svstem, which had been tested in Indiana with good effects, producing a large revenue for the school fund. He considered it sound morals as well as good policy to allow each man to decide for himself whatever effected himself only and none others As to the proposed prohibitory measures in lowa he repeated arguments made by him in opposition to similar legislation in Indiana a year ago, concluding in these words: For more than twenty years the Government of the United States has declared the product of the still and of the brewery to be property; has taxed it as property; and witn the proceeds of such taxation has made war, discharged debts, and maintained public credit. And do you now ask me to join you in applying the tordh and reducing to ashes a vast property which bears the sanction of both the Governments that are ovfer us? I will not go with you. I will not join in the destruction of my neighbor’s property which he holds by the same sanction of law which makes my title good. Do you tell me that it is required of conscience, and that they obey conscience? Conscience requires you and me to be honest, and to pay our neighbor before we confiscate his property. lam in favor of individual sobriety and temperance, but will not do wroug that good may follow. “A good tree can not bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit ”

Political Notes.

When we hear Sherman say “I am for a strong Government” we seem to hear Bismarck and Gortschakoff gently echo “me too.” The Republicans of Massachusetts have issued a whining address bewail* ing the disclosure of the Tewksbury scandal, but not lamenting the abuses which led to the disgrace. Incorrigible hypocrites. So ear only one appointment has been made under the new civil-service rules. At that rate it would require just about 50,000 years to turn the rascals out. The Chicago Tribune does not sympathize as it might with the Republican brethren of Massachusetts. It says the Massachusetts Republicans are advertising for a man to beat Butler, but so far have been unable to find him. Collector Badger, of New Orleans, thinks that “Louisana is ripe for a new political party.” The old political party to which John Sherman and Eliza Pinkston belonged was rather over-ripe when last heard from.— New York World. The Chicago Herald wants Mr. George Jones, of the New York Times and Mt. Whitelaw,Reid, to make public statements regarding campaign secrets in 1880. These great editors find it convenient to keep silent, but an investigating committee will unlock their tongues in due time. The public can afford to wait.— lndianapolis Sentinel. Edmund Stevenson, the New York capitalist, who is creating a disturbance about the Dorsey drafts is the man who carried the Republican corruption fund to Indiana in 1880, and doled it out at Dorsey’s orders “where it would do the most good.” Mr. Dorsey has not gone so far as to say this, but it is one of those open secrets of political history that are known without the telling.— Omaha Herald. The charge that Dorsey bribed, either directly or indirectly, the jury that tried him in the star-route case is not by any means an improbable one. No one who has followed Dorsey’s career as an eminent Republican statesman and political manager can doubt that he is equal to the bribery of a jury as he was to the bribery of the Indiana votets. But at the same time there is reason to suspect that the charge is made at this time in the hope of closing Dorsey’s mouth, and shutting off the damaging stream of “revelations.” There is no danger, however, of this result. Any effort to choke Dorsey off will only make him more determined. That is the kind of evidence” he is.— Detroit Free Press.

Poisoned Arrows.

- At a meeting of scientists in Paris an interesting communication was received, from M. Hoffman regarding the methods employed by the North American Indians to poison their arrow points. The Comanches simply pierce the green shell of the “Spanish bayonet” or yucca angustifolia with the points. The Apaches (Cayoters, sic) bruise up the heads of rattlesnakes with fragments of dear’s liver, allow the mass to become putrid, then dip the arrow points, and allow them to dry slowly. The Chinouns (Moquisof Arizona) irritate a rattlesnake until he bites himself, and then dip the point and a portion of the wood of the arrow into the blood of the animal. A wound with one of these arrows generally proves fatal in three or four days, and its action is much more rapid if the stomach of the wounded person is empty at the time the injury is received. Another poison is obtained by irritating bees, shaking the hive, and then killing them when in this state with small branches bunched together. The insects are crushed up in a mass with mortar and pestle, and the arrow points are dipped in the magma. It is probable the active substance in this case consists in the forraic acid contained in the bodies of the bees. This preparation does not cause death, but induces long-continued sickness. Another very active but not fatal poison is prepared from red ants. It produces pain in the pharynx, considerable swelling of the part injured, and sometimes delirum. The patient remains feeble for a month. A firm faith is the best divinity; a good life is the best philosophy; a clear conscience the best law; honesty the best policy, and temperance the best physic.— Charron