Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1891 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

that gallant fireman in Hew York who was summoned to a fire, and found that it was in his own house. Hix passionate appeals to know what had become of his wife and children were soon answered, for he stundbled .over his wife’s dead body, and found lying artfund her others of his loved ones. All must have perished, during the few minutes when the fireman was rushing in response to the clangorous signal to save them. It must be a hard heart, indeed, which cannot appreciate the pathos of this situation. Relics of Shakspeare are extremely rare and of inestimable value, and Mr. Winter has certainly made a precious find. Of the genuineness of the claim that the cane and jug which he has discovered near Strat-ford-on-Avon belonged so Shakspeare there is no doubt. Mr. Winter is making efforts to bring these priceless relics to America, and they should by all means be secured for the fair. A jug from which the Bard of Avon had taken a draught of sack and a cane with which he had sauntered through the streets of old London would possess a rare interest to the countless lovers of his immortal works. If men were judged .by their thoughts, the best men in the world would be considered the greatest rascals. Of what do you think when you lie awake at nights, or when you sit and stare into the fire in the evening? You haven’t a friend on earth you would not be ashamed to tell. Their foolishness would disgust you if you were compelled to speak them out loud, and often their wickedness would frighten you. A fool would gain a reputation for wisdom if he could tell of what he thinks, and very often a wise man would gain the reputation of being a fool. It is one of the best gifts given to man, that all he thinks does not show itself in his face.

Kate Field is reported as saying that she fears a newspaper woman, and stands in horror as well as in terror of the profession as carried on by her sex. A woman who is obliged to keep up the reputation of saying “smart” things frequently does so at the expense of others’ feelings and her own sense of justice and delicacy. There are some newspaper women of very disagreeable manners and habits. The same is true of a great many newspaper men, but it is not characteristic of the profession in either. There are numbers of women in newspaper work who have as much tact, dignity, arid ability as Miss Field herself. In this, as in other kinds of labor, competition is strong, and the struggle is hard. No one knows this better than Miss Field. It is now in order to open a baker shop or soap factory in the old room in Independence Hall, where the immortal Declaration was adopted. The other day the venerable and historical old building below Chestnut street on Independence Square was decorated by an elaborate and obtrusive sign informing the public that an insurance agent had taken up his quarters in the old structure sacred to the memory of Franklin and the Junto club. This is the building donated by the State to the American Philosophical Society in 1787. The society still survives, in name at least, but the renting of a sacred pile like this out to trade is regarded by those who reverence the memory of the great men who helped Franklin make a great name in the scientific world as a desecration.

Horseflesh as an article of food is having a boom just now in Germany. In Berlin it has recently trebled in price and costs almost as much now as beef. In what its advantages would consist if it should become as expensive as beef it is hard to see. Hitherto horseflesh has been popular on account of its cheapness, through which many people have been able to purchase meat who otherwise could not have afforded it. Its cheapness has also allowed many conscienceless dealers to double their money on sausages and other minced viands of unknown composition. It is noticeable that a certain amount of sentiment still attaches to the horse in Germany, to the detriment of his value as an edible animal. A cavalry officer is being strongly censured for having sold to the butchers his war charger, on which he had ridden at Sedan. Perhaps when America begins to pour her droves of swine into Germany the noble horse, whom it is little less than cannibalism to eat, will again assume his right position in the Teutonic mind. It would be a great thing for the American hog if he could die to save the honor of the German horse.