Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 December 1895 — Page 3

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

HE TALKS ON THE PETTY ANNOYANCES OF LIFE. The Hornet on Its Mission—Varieties of Insect Annoyances—Necessity for Little Troubles—They Are All Blessings in Disguise. A World of Trouble. Dr Talmage Sunday chose for his discourse a theme that will appeal to most people—viz, “The Petty Annoyances of Life.” Il is text was. “The Lord thy God will «:.d the hornet” Deuteronomy Tii., 20. It sec-ms as if the insectile world were ■determined to extirpate the human race. It bombards the grainfields and the orchards and the vineyards. The Colorado beetle, the Nebraska grasshopper, the New Jersey locust, the universal potato bug seem to carry on the work which was begun ages ago when the insects buzzed out of Noah's ark as the door was opened. In my text the hornet flies out on its mission. It is a species of wasp, swift in its motion and violent in its sting. Its touch is torture to men or beast. We have all seen the cattle run bellowing under the cut of its lancet. In boyhood we used to stand cautiously looking at the globular nest hung from the tree branch, and while we were looking at the wonderful covering we were struck with something that sent us shrieking away. The hornet goes in swarms. It nas captains over hundreds, and twenty of them alighting on one man will produce death. The Persians attempted to conquer a Christian city, but the elephants and the beasts on which the Persians rode were assaulted by the hornet, so that the whole army was broken up and the besieged city was rescued. This burning And noxious insect stung out the Hittites and the Canaanites from their country. What gleaming sword and chariot of war could not accomplish was done by the puncture of an insect. The Lord sent the hornets. Small Annoyances. My friends, when we are assaulted by great behemoths of trouble, we become chivalric, and we assault them. We get on the high mettled steed of our courage, and we make a cavalry charge at them, and if God be with us, we come out stronger and better than when we went in. But, algs, for these insectilo annoyances of life—these foes too small to shoot —these things without any avoirdupois weight, the gnats, and the midges, and the flies, and the wasps, and the hornets! In other words, it is the small, stinging annoyances of our life which drive us out and use us up. In the best conditioned life, for some grand and glorious purpose, God has sent the hornet. I remark, in the first place, flat these small, stinging annoyances may come in the shape of a nervous organization. People who are prostrated undeJ typhoid fevers or with broken bones get plenty of sympathy, but who pities anybody that is nervous? The doctors say, and the family say, and everybody says, “Oh, she's only a little nervous; that’s all!” The sound of a heavy foot, the harsh clearing of a throat, a discord in music, a want of harmony between the shawl and the glove on the same person, a curt answer, a passing slight, the wind from “the east, any one of 10,000 annoyances opens the door for the hornet. The fact is that the vast majority of the people in this country are overworked, and their nerves are the first to give out. A great multitude are under the strain of Leyden, who, when he was told by his physician that if he did not stop working while he was in such poor physical health he would die, responded. “Doctor, whether I live or die, the wheel must keep going round.” These sensitive persons of whom I speak have a bleeding sensitiveness. The flies love to light on anything raw, and these people are like the Canaanites spoken of in the text or in the context—they have a very thin covering and are vulnerable at all points. “And the Lord sent the hornet.” Like Insects. « Again, the small insect annoyances may come to us in the shape of friends and acquaintances who are always saying disagreeable things. There are some people you cannot be with for half an hour but you feel cheered and comforted. Then there are other people you cannot be with for five minutes before you feel miserable. They do not mean to disturb you, but they sting you to the bone. They gather up all the yarn which the gossips spin and retail it. They gather up all the adverse criticisms about your person, about your business, about your home, about your church, and they make your ear the funnel into which they pour it. They laugh heartily when they tell you, as though it were a good joke, and you laugh, too—outside.

These people are brought to our attention in the Bible, in the book of Ruth. Naomi went forth beautiful and with the finest of worldly prospects, and into another land, but, after awhile, she came back widowed and sick and poor. What did her friends do when she came to the city? They all went out, and instead of giving her common sense consolation, what did they do? Read the book of Ruth and find out. They threw up their hands and said, “Is this Naomi?” as much as to say, “How awful you do look!” When I entered the minstry, I looked very pale for years, and every year, for four or five years, a hundred times a year, I was asked if I had not the consumption, and passing through the room I would sometimes .hear people sigh and say, “A-ah, not long for this world!” I resolved in those times that I never in any conversation would say anything depressing, and by the help of God I have kept the resolution. These people of whom I speak reap and bind in the great harvest field of discouragement. Some day you greet them with a hilarious “goodmorning,” and they come buzzing at you with some depressing information. “The Lord sent the hornet.” When I see so many people in the world who like to say disagreeable things and write disagreeable things, I come almost in my weaker moments to believe what a man said to me in Philadelphia one Monday morning. I went to get the horse at the livery stable, and the hostler, a plain man, said to me, “Mr. Talmage, I saw that you preached to the young men yesterday?” I said, “Yes.” He said, “No use —no use. Man’s a failure.” Physical Ills. The small insect annoyances of life sometimes come in the shape of local physical trouble, which does not amount to a positive prostration, but w:hich bothers you when you want to feel the best. Perhaps it is a sick headache which has been the plague of your life, and you appoint some occasion of mirth or sociality or usefulness, and when the clock strikes the hour you cannot make your appearance. Perhaps the trouble is between the ear and the forehead, in the shape of a neuralgic twinge. Nobody can see it or sympathize with it, but just at the time when you want your intellect clearest and your disposition brightest you feel a sharp, keen, disconcerting thrust. “The Lord sent the hornet.” Perhaps these small insect annoyances will come-in the shape of a domestic irritation. The parlor and the kitchen do not always harmonize. To get good service and to keep it is one of the greatest questions of the country. Sometimes it 'may be the arroganey and inconsiderateness of employers, but, whatever be the fact, we all admit there are these insect annoyances winging their way out from the culinary department. If the grace of

God be not In the heart of the housekeeper. she cannot maintain her equilibrium. TLA men come home at night and hear the story of these annoyances and say, “Oh, these home troubles are very little things!” They are small, small as wasps, but they stin, - . Martha’s nerves were all unstrung when she rushed in, asking Christ to scold Mary, and there are tens of thousands of women who are dying, stung to death by these pestiferous domestic annoyances. “The Lord sent the hornet.” These small insect disturbances may also come in the shape of business irritations. There are men here who went through 1857 and the 24th of September, 1869, without losing their balance, who Are every day unhorsed by little annoyances—a clerk’s ill manners, or a blot of ink on a bill of lading, or the extravagance of a partner who overdraws his account, or the underselling by a business rival, or the whispering of store confidences in the street, or the making of some little bad debt which was against your judgment, just to please somebody else. The Lord Sends Hornets. It is not the panics that kill the merchants. Panics come only once in ten or twenty years. It is the constant din of these everyday annoyances which is sending so many of our best merchants into nervous dyspepsia and paralysis and the grave. When our national commerce fell flat on its face, these men stood up and felt almost defiant, but their life is going away now under the swarm of these pestiferous annoyances. “The Lord sent the hornet.” I have noticed in the history of some that their annoyances are multiplying and that they have a hundred where they used to have ten. The naturalist tells us that a wasp sometimes has a family of 20,000 wasps, and it does seem as if every annoyance of your life brooded a million. By the help of God I want to show you the other side. The hornet is of no use? Oh, yes! The naturalists tell us they are very important in the world’s economy. They kill spiders, and they clear the atmosphere, and I really believe God sends the annoyances of our life upon us to kill the spiders of the soul and to clear the atmosphere of our skies. These annoyances are sent to us, I think, to wake us up from our lethargy. There is nothing that makes a man so lively as a nest of “yellow jackets,” and I think that these annoyances are intended to persuade us of the fact that this is not a world for us to stop in. If we had a bed of everything that was attractive and soft and easy, what would we want of heaven? We think that the hollow tree sends the hornet, or we may think that the devil sends the hornet. I want to correct your opinion. “The Lord sent the hornet.”

Then I think these annoyances come on us to culture our patience. In the gymnasium you find upright parallel bars—upright bars, with holes over each other for pegs to be put In. Then the gymnast takes a peg in each hand, and he begins to climb, one inch at a time or two inches, and getting his strength cultured, reaches after awhile the ceiling. And it seems to me that these annoyances in life are a moral gymnasium, each worriment a peg with which we are to climb higher and higher in Christian attainment. We all love to see patience, but it cannot be cultured in fair weather. Patience is a child of the storm. If you had everything desirable and there was nothing more to get, what would you want with patience? The only time to culture it is when, you are lied about and sick and half dead. “Oh,” you say, “if I only had the circumstances of some well-tp-do man, I would be patient, too!” Yoh might as well say, “If it were not for this water, I would swim,” or “I could shoot this gun if it were not for the charge.” "When you stand chin deep In annoyances is the time for you to swim out toward the great headlands of Christian attainment, so as to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and to have fellowship with his sufferings. So as by Fire. Nothing but the furnace will ever burn out of us the clinker and the slag. I have formed this theory in regard to small annoyances and vexations. It takes just so much trouble to fit us for usefulness and for heaven. The only question is whether we shall take it in the bulk or pulverized and granulated. Here is one man who takes it in the bulk. His back is broken, or his eyesight put out, or some other awful calamity befalls him, while the vast majority of people take the thing piecemeal. Which way would you rather have it? Of course, in piecemeal. Better have five aching teeth than one broken jaw; better ten fly blisters than an amputation; better twenty squalls than one cyclone. There may be a difference of opinion as to allopathy and homeopathy, but in this matter of trouble I like homeopathic doses —small pellets of annoyance rather than some knockdown dose of calamity. Instead of the thunderbolt give us the hornet. It you have a bank, you would a great deal rather that fifty men would come in with checks less than SIOO than to have two depositors come in the same day, each wanting his SIO,OOO. In this latter case you cough and look down to the floor, and you look up at the ceiling before you look into the safe. Now, my friends, would you not rather have these small drafts of annoyance on your bank of faith than some all staggering demand upon your ehdurance? But remember that little as well as great annoyances equally require you to trust in Christ for succor and a deliverance from impatience and irritability. “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is staid on thee.” In the village of Hamelin, tradition says, there was an invasion of rats, and these small creatures almost devoured the town and threatened the lives of the population, and the story is that a piper came out one day and played a very sweet tune, and all the vermin followed him—followed him to the banks of the Weser. Then he blew a blast, and then they dropped in and disappeared forever. Of course this is a fable, but I wish I could, on the sweet flute of the gospel, draw forth all the nibbling and burrowing annoyances of your life and play them down into the depths forever. How many touches did Mr. Church give to hispicture of “Cotopaxi” or his "Heart of the Andes?” I suppose about 60,000 touches. I hear the canvas saying; “Why do you keep me trembling with that pencil so long? Why don’t you put it on in one dash?” “No,” says Mr. Church, “I know how ic make a painting. It will take 50,000 of these touches.” And I want you, my friends, to understand that it is these 10,000 annoyances which, under God, are making up the picture of your life, to be hung at last in the galleries of heaven, fit for angels to look at. God knows how to make a picture. Little Strokes Only. I go into a sculptor’s studio and see him shaping a statue. He has a chisel in one hand and a mallet in the other, and he gives a very gentle stroke—click, click, click! I say, “Why don’t you strike harder?” “Oh,” he replies, “that would shatter the statue. I can’t do it that way. I must do it this way.” So he works on, and after awhile the features come out, and everybody that enters the studio is charmed and fascinated. Well, God has your soul under process of development, and it is the little annoyances and vexations of life that are chiseling ont your immortal nature. It is click, click, click! I wonder why some great providence does not come and with one stroke prepare you for heaven. Ah, no. God says that is not the way. And so he keeps on by strokes cf little vexations until at last yon shall

be a glad spectacle for angels and foe men. You know that a large fortune may be spent in small change, and a vast amount of moral character may go away in small depletions. It is the little troubles of life that are having more effect upon you than great ones. A swarm of locusts will kill a grainfield sooner than the incursion of three or four cattle. You say, “Since I lost my child, since I lost my property, I have been a different man.” But you dq not recognize the architecture of littl» annoyances that are hewing, digging, cutting, shaping, splitting and interjoining your moral qualities. Rats may sink a ship. One lucifer match may send destruction through a block of storehouses. Catherine de Medici got her death from smelling a poisonous rose. Columbus by stopping and asking for a piece of bread and a drink of water at a Franciscan convent was led to the discovery of a new world. And there is an intimate connection between trifles and immensities, between nothings and everythings. Now, be careful to let none of these annoyances go through your soul unarraigned. Compel them to administer to your spiritual h-ealth. The scratch of a sixpenny nail sometimes produces lockjaw, and the clip of a most infinitesimal annoyance may damage you forever. Do not let any annoyance or perplexity come across your soul without its making you better. Our government does not think it belittling to put a tax on small articles. The individual taxes do not amount to much, but in the aggregate to millions and millions of dollars. And I would have you, O Christian man, put a high tariff on every annoyance and vexation that comes through your soul. This might not amount to much in single cases, but in the aggregate it would be a great revenue of spiritual strength and satisfaction. A bee can suck honey even out of a nettle, and if you have the grace of God in your heart you can get sweetness out of that which would otherwise irritate and annoy. Faithful in Little Things, A returned missionary told me that a company of adventurers rowing up the Ganges were stung to death by flies that infest that region at certain seasons. I have seen the earth strewn with the carcasses of men slain by insect annoyances. The only way to get prepared for the great troubles of life is to conquer these small troubles. What would you say of a soldier who refused to load his gun or to go into the conflict because it was only a skirmish, saying: “I am not going to expend my ammunition on a skirmish. Wait until there comes a general engagement, and then you will see how courageous I am and what battling I will do.” The general would say to such a man, “If you are not faithful in a skirmish, you would be nothing in a general engagement." And I have to tell you, O Christian men, if you cannot apply the principles of Christ’s religion on a small scale you will never be able to apply them on a large scale. If I had my way with you. I would have you possess all possible worldly prosperity. I would have you each one a garden, a river flowing through it, geraniums and shrubs on the sides, and the grass and flowers as beautiful as though the rainbow had fallen. I would have you a house, a splendid mansion and the bed should be covered with qpholstery dipped in the setting sun. I would have every hall in your house set with statues and statuettes, and then I would have the four quarters of the globe pour in all their luxuries on your table, and you should have forks of silver and knives of gold, inlaid with diamonds nnd amethysts. Then you should each one of you have the finest horses, and your pick of the equipages of the world. Then I would have ’you live 150 years, and you should not have a pain or ache until the last breath. Wisdom in It All. ; “Not each one of us?” you say. Yes. Each one of you. "Not to your enemies?” ! Yes. The only difference I would make with them would be that I would put a little extra gilt on their walls and a little extra embroidery on their slippers. But, you say, “Why does not God give us all these things?” Ah, I bethink myself he is -wiser. It would make fools and sluggards of us if we had our way. No man puts his best picture in the portico or vestibule of his house. God meant this world to be only the vestibule of heaven, that great gallery of the universe toward which we are aspiring. We must not have it too good in this world, or we would want no heaven. Polycarp was condemned to be burn Al to death. The stake was planted. He ♦ns fastened to it. The fagots were placed around him, the fires kindled, but history tells us that the flames bent outward like the canvas of a ship in a stout breeze, so that the flames, instead of destroying Polycarp, were only a wall between him and his enemies. They had actually th destroy him with the poniard. The flame? would not touch him. Well, my hearer, I want you to understand that by God'S grace the flames of trial, instead of consuming your soul, are only going to be a wall of defense and a canopy of blessing. God is going to fulfill to you the blessing and the promise, as he did to Polycarp, “When thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned.” Now you do not understand. You shall know hereafter. In heaven you will bless God even for the hornet.

Receiving Gifts.

“I’d give a good deal to dare tell my aunt what to say to me when I give her this,” said a bright young girl, as she finished and folded up a beautiful afghan that she had been making as a Christmas gift for a favorite aunt. “Why? What will she say?” asked her friend, who knew that Helen’s auut was very fond of her pretty niece. “Oh’ll she say it cost too much, or she’s afraid I have spent too much time over it, or she wonders I didn’t choose differing colors instead of shades of red, or something disagreeable. Aunt Fanny doesn.’t mean to make anybody uncomfortalrj, but the truth is, she doesn't know how to receive a gift. “My mother is so different; she is always lovely about everything one gives her, and always pleased. She looks and looks at a thing, pats it and praises it, and when we children were little, she used to carry our presents around the house with her, saying they were too precious to part with. “A 15-cent basket or a badly-made pincushion was always ‘just the one thing she really needed,’ and the costliest present I ever gave her, a cloisonne vase, only made her say, though I knew she caught her breath at my extravagance, ‘lt’s such a comfort to be a mother of a girl with so much taste.’ “About six months afterward she told me that she had two Christmas presents in one from me last time. I took the hint and got a cheaper present next holidays, but you see she saved my feelings at the time. “She’s just the same way to papa and all of us. He gave her a perfectly dreadful machine of a coffee-pot once, one of those French ones that won’t go, and she ma<l>- coffee with it on the table for monuis, till even papa begged her to banish tMb thing!” Giving presents at Christmas is a source of great pleasure to most people, but nearly all have a few friends who take the edge off their pleasure by their ungracious fashion of receiving gifts. On the other hand, there are people whose joy in receiving the simplest thing doubles the delight of the friend who bestows it. Every one likes to see a gift appreciated, and a person who receives with heartiness really makes it “more blessed to gi’*.”

IS WON BY ST. LOUIS.

REPUBLICAN CONVENTION WILL BE HELD THERE. National Convention Agrees on the Missouri Metropolis After an Ex* citing. Contest—Big Showinn Made by San Franciaco—Chicago Not In It. Four Ballots Required. The Republican national convention Will be held at St. Louis on June 16 next. That was the decision reached by the Republican National Committee assembled in Washington, after spirited balloting lasting two hours. The successive ballots are shown as follows: St. Louis 13 14 18 22 29 San Francisco 20 19 19 19 16 Pittsburg 9 9 9 1 0 Chicago 8 8 9 9 6 New York 1 0 0 0 0 The morning was spent in hearing speeches in behalf of the contending cities, the doors being open to the various contesting delegations. This concluded, the committee began its afternoon session behind closed doors. An eager crowd choked up the corridors leading to the committee-room and awaited the announcement of results. The first important questipn of the afternoon was the fixing of the date of the convention. The Executive Committee reported a resolution favorjng June 16. This was amended by Committeeman Lannan, of Utah in favor of Aug. 18. There was sharp debate, and Mr. De Young of California finally proposed a compromise between June and August —viz., July. The De Young and Lannan amendments were both defeated, and then, by a practically unanimous vote, the date was fixed at June 16. Then came the main contest between the cities. There was much excitement as the ballots proceeded, the committeemen from the interested sections hurrying about and seeking to effect combinations. At the outset San Francisco secured one more than the nineteen claimed from the first. The announcement of her

EXPOSITION HALL, ST. LOUIS, WHERE CONVENTION WILL BE HELD.

lead was greeted with enthusiasm when it reached the ovter corridors. The strength of St. Louis was somewhat greater than had been expected, while Neither Pittsburg nor Chicago made the showing anticipated. St. Louis gained steadily on each ballot. San Francisco sought to meet this by drawirsg the votes of Chicago, but without avail. The first serious break occurred when David Martin of Pennsylvania led the Pittsburg forces toward St. Louis. On the fourth and last formal ballot the San Francisco forces broke for the first time, Michigan, Wyoming nnd Connecticut going to St. Louis. That settled it, and gave St. Louis the convention. The choice was made unanimous on motion of Mr. De Young of San Francisco. Great Rejoicing in St. Louis. There was general rejoicing in St. Louis over the action of the National Republican Committee in selecting that city as the place for holding of the next national Republican convention. Not only those who will be directly benefitted by the convention and its attendant crowds showed their interest in the action of the National Committee, but everybody seemed enthusiastic. It is planned to hold the convention in the Exposition Building, the north nave of which will be fitted up at a cost of $15,000, and when finished will seat at least 15,000 people. Every effort will be made to present to the convention a hall perfect for its work. Hotel managers were kept all afternoon and evening answering telegrams from different parts of the country asking that rooms be reserved during the convention week. Speaker Reed and Major McKinley, Presidential possibilities, anticipating the committee's action, had already reserved quarters at the Southern Hotel, where their respective State delegations will also be taken care of. J. H. Manley, Secretary of the National Committee, telegraphed that rooms be reserved for the committee at the same hotel. General Russell A. Alger, another possible candidate for Presidential. honors, has secured rooms at the Southern; which will also be the headquarters of the following State delegations: Michigan, New Hampshire, Ohio, Maine, Colorado, Illinois and Massachusetts. Melville E. Stone, general manager of the Associated Press, will make his headquarters at the St. Nicholas Hotel, while the working force will be taken care of at the Planters’ Hotel, handy to both the telegraph companies. Already about half the available rooms in the first and second class hotels have been spoken for, but there is still room enough left to care for the crowds that will attend the convention.

Bradley Sworn In.

The largest crowd erer seen in Frankfort, Ky., assembled to attend the inauguration of Kentucky's first Republican Governor, William O. Bradley. The weather was good, and at the beginning of the inauguration ceremonies—at 1:15 o’clock —fully 15,000 people were in front of the State House. The stand, erected on the State House steps, was tastefully decorated with bunting and evergreen, and ornamented with portraits of outgoing and incoming Governors. Mayor Julien was master of ceremonies, assisted by Adjt. Gen. Gross, who led the procession of 1,000 guards to the stand. As the procession started the cannon”began to boom on Capital hill, forty-eight guns being fired in honor of the new Governor, who is 48 years old. The exercises were opened with prayer by the Rev. W. C. Taylor. Judge Holt of the Court of Appeals then delivered an address of parting and welcome, which was followed by the valedictory of Gov. Brown. In closing the Governor caused a sensation by saying that Democracy is not dead, but sleeping, and in four years from now a new Democratic administration will be inaugurated. This remark, which was made with much emphasis, was greeted with hisses, while some laughed at what they considered the Governor’s bad taste. Gov. Bradley then arose and the vast audience cheered for several minutes before he could be heard. After thanking the people Of Kentucky for conferring on him such an honor he turned to Gov. Brown and said: “As to my distinguished predecessor’s intimation that we will see a Democratic administration inaugurated here four years hence, I want to say to him not to lay that flattering unction to his soul.” The Cuban situation is brighter; Gen. Maceo waa killed only once last week.

HAYWARD IS HANGED.

Murderer of Catherine Ging Pays Hie Penalty of His Deed. Harry Hayward was hanged Wednesday morning in Minneapolis. He made a statemeutsof five minutes' duration, and, while not making a confession, said he hoped God would forgive him for all the harm he had ever done. The murderer went to the gallows with a laugh on his lipa, and went down with the trap just as he uttered the words, lightly:

HARRY HAYWARD AND CATHERINE GING

"Let her go. Megarden.” The command was directed to the chief deputy. Prior to the execution the condemned man maintained the nerve which has made him famous. On the scafflold ho made an extended statement. He said that to please several pastors who had called upon him he would say: “God forgive me for what I have done." His neck was broken.

BAYARD UNDER FIRE.

The Ambniaador'i Speeches Abroad Attacked in the House. One of the new members of Congress, Mr, Barrett, of Massachusetts, caused a sensation in the House Tuesday by offering resolutions for the impeachment of Ambassador Bayard. The resolutions were not adopted, but the impeachment clause was stricken out and the whole matter referred to the Foreign Affaire Committee which, it is expected, will report back a resolution of censure. This was not done without opposition from the Democrats, nor until after a lively debate, in which ex-Speaker Crisp and Mr. Dingley were the chief participants. Young Mr? Barrett made a speech attacking the ambassador for his address at Edin-

burgh, in which Mr. Bayard denounced the American protective policy as fostering class legislation and corruption in public life. Mr. McCall, also of Massachusetts, made a still more bitter attack upon the ambassador. Ex-Speaker Crisp replied to Mr. Barrett in rather an ironical tone. The purpose of the resolution, he said, was evidently to give the gentleman on the other side something on which to air their views on protection. He did think, ho said, that any gentleman elected to a scat'on the floor of the House believed that this resolution contained grounds for impeachment. “If you impeach Mr. Bayard for those words," said the ex-Speaker, “you must.impeach a majority of the American people.” Mr. McCall followed Mr. Crisp, and said that Mr. Bayard made a violent partisan speech which was obviously one of impropriety. Bayard, he said, had misrepresented the American people by saying they needed a strong master. The people of the United States had no master. The President was their servant. He moved to amend his resolution so as to include in it the extract from Mr. Bayard’s Boston (England) speech incorporated in the McCall resolution.

MUST KEEP HANDS OFF.

European Nations Have No Rights on American Continent. Senator Cullom addressed the Senate Monday afternoon upon the joint resolution Introduced by him last,week provid-

ing for a legislative affirtpation of tbs Monroe doctrine. Tho galleries were crowded, and the largo attendance of Senators attested to the popular interest .felt in the subject. The Senator’s re- ’ marks were listened to with close attention and evident approval. He said that in order that the United States should main-

SENATOR CULLOM.

tain the national honor with its pre’sent unity and integrity it must have an affirmative policy of such unquestioned propriety as to receive the universal sanction of the people. In his judgment the United States could no longer delay the proclamation of the American policy known as the Monroe doctrine. The governments of the old world should know that seventy million American citizens were a unit in maintaining that doctrine. Instead of remaining merely an edict of the President the doctrine enunciated by President Monroe should bear definite approval of Congress, and thus become a permanent ordinance. Other nations seemed to regard the Monroe doctrine as impotent in guiding the conduct of the . government, and hence they proceeded to the accomplishment of their purposes without much reference to it. In Mr. Cullom’s judgment the time had come when the nation should put the question beyond cavil by a Congressional declaration of the doctrine. The nation had played diplomacy long enough and without much effect. Great Britain had been disregarding polite requests, arguments, etc., touching her policy to reach out further until, if left alone, she will finally dominate Venezuela. The time had come for a plain, positive declaration of the Monroe doctrine by Congress, and then, if necessary, plain, positive enforcement of it against all comers. Mr. Cullom referred to the penchant of the great European powers for the.occupation and absorption of territory of weak foreign nations whose productions were of importance to their trade and commerce. The United States, he said, was the first great nation which had declined to establish any sort of protectorate or to maintain distant colonies. The United States drew the line exactly where it existed at the time President Monroe'nsnde his memorable declaration and where the people believed It should remain. Dr. Robert Safford Warren, an alienist attached to Recorder Goff’s court in New York, has announced that Barbara Aub, who swore falsely against Walter S. Langerman, is a hypnotic subject. Miss Georgia Cayvan, the actress, is rapidly recovering in New York from the results of the operation performed to remove a tumor.

“OLD ROMAN” IS DEAD

LIFEWORK OF ALLEN G. THURMAN ENDED. Surrounded by Loved Ones and Unconscious of Physical Distress, the Great Man’s Soul Takes Flight— Twenty-one Graves Sobbed. Due to a Fall. Judge Allen O. Thurman died irqfolumbus, Ohio, shortly after 1 o’clock Thursday afternoon. So peaceful was the end and so quietly did come, that the change wns haraly noticeable to the loved ones who surrounded his bedside. He had lived with his son, Allen W. Thurman, since the death of his wife, several years ago, and being unable to leave the house he occupied apartments in the second story of the residence, where he spent the last days of his life in a remarkably pleasant and agreeable manner. The beginning of Judge Thurman’s fatal illness dates from Nov. 7 last, when he fell heavily while walking across the library floor. A few days after the fall his life was despaired of. but he rallied from the shock and at times apparently seemed to have regained hisVold-tima vigor. Nov. 13 Judge Thurman was 82 years old, and on that date several of his old friends called on him nnd had a pleasant chat. On that occasion ho smoked a cigar with his friends nnd seemed unusually cheerful nnd bright. Since the accident he had his good days and his bad ones. He had been confined to his bed nearly all the time, nnd his physicinn, called on him daily. That he was steadily growing weaker was apparent to nil, nnd It hnd been known for some time thnt his lense of life could not be protracted much longer. On account of his confinement to bed Judge Thurman began to be nfllicted with bed sores and in order to relieve this unpleasantness ho at times snt up and stood up, but ho hnd not attempted to walk since his fall. At 10 o'clock on tho day of his death Dr. Whitaker found the pntient gradually sinking. He gave him a little water nnd whisky, which was swallowed mechanically. At the final acene all of the family wore at his bedside. Ho seemed to be free from all distress, and during the morning hours all that the sorrowing family could do was to moisten his parched lips nt Intervals. Those present nt the death scene were Mr. and Mrs. Allen W. Thurman and the following grandchildren: Lee, Miss Katherine, Allen G., Jr., Daniel C., and Starling Thurman, all children of Allen W. Thurman. The death of Allen G. Thurman removes a picturesque and impressive figure from tho ranks of tho Democratic party. During a long career in politics Mr. Thurman had devoted most of his energy to tho public service in channels where it was most effective, nnd tho sum total of his endeavors imposes a large debt of gratitude upon tho public nt large. Although a Virginian by birth, Mr. Thurman's life-work was done in Ohio, n|]<l it la with the Buckeye Ntnto that ho is Identified. His service on behalf of tho commonwealth was long nnd honorable, Including a term in Congress, four years on the State Supreme bench nnd a long and very creditable record in the United States Senate. It wns while in tho Senate thnt ho won the sobriquet of "Old Roman," a title which has hung in popular memory ns pertinaciously ns did his maxim, "A tariff is a tax," which he made the watchword of tho campaign wherein ho was defeated for the Vico Presidency. Ho was born nt Lynchburg, Va., in 1813, and removed to Chilicothe, Ohio, with his parents when six years of age. Thurman wns not a religious man, in tho strict sense, and viry often he was poetically profane, yet both his private nnd public life was remarkable for its pvrity. Since tho death of his wife, two years ago, he had been more secluded than ever. He had felt her loss more than Ids stoical spirit would display, yet his grief had been that of a philosopher. Judge Thurman was a rich man. The estate of his wife had been w’ell managed and greatly Increased. The Thurman family has always been among the most aristocratic in the State, and the younger generation is prominent in the social circles of Columbus.

TWENTY-ONE GRAVES ROBBED.

Conditions Developed by Investigation of Cemeteries Near Topeka. Fierce excitement prevails at Topeka, Kan., over tho report that out of thirty graves examined in the Rochester and Catholic Cemeteries twenty-one were found empty. ' John Cuthbert, a reputable man who hns been with a party of ‘then examining the graves of relatives, brings this information, and threats are made against the faculty and students of the medical college. Many of tho medical students have left the city and several of the faculty have not been seen. The college is in control of tho police. The Catholics of tho city have been greatly aroused by the discovery of the bodies at the Kansas Medical College. Rev. Father Hayden has interested himself in tho matter and denounces tho college as a menace to the community. Lawyers have been employed and the college authorities will be proceeded against.

The Comic Side of The News

If football games can bring in 540,000 in gato receipts, why don’t Corbett and Fitzsimmons enter college. Nebraska is now making whisky from beets. This is reversing the usual plan of making "beats’’ from whisky. That man Hayward must be thoroughly bad; he will not even confess now that he has ever confessed. South Carolina is a funny State; they actually interfered and prevented a lynching down there the other day. Football may be an eminently proper game, but nervous persons addicted to heart disease would do well to stick to checkers. If Corbett’s new play is to be, as it is advertised, a “triumph of realism,” it will never do to give the star a striking part in it. The Sultan assures the powers that he will “promptly execute reforms.” Lately he has been exeouting Christians too promptly. That Pittsburg drummer whose false teeth were attached'by a Chicago hotelkeeper now eschews dead-beat games of all sorts. The Kansas City Journal says: “Kansas has learned the art of growing white onions." That certainly is a strong point in its favor. There is so much powder lying around loose in Turkey that none of the European powers can smoke with any degree of comfort there. Apparently the European powers have decided to sit down calmly and wait until the Sultan lodges a cherry stone in his vermiform appendix. Lord Dunravep complacently says “the time for proof of my charges is past.” Then the time for making them neve* should have been present.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. Happy Boding to the Romance in the Life of W. L. Babbitt, of Crawfordsville—Terre Haute Man Gets Into Berions Trouble. Mother and Son Reunited. W. L. Babbitt, the well-known traveling salesman of Crawfordsville, has found his mother, from whom he was separated for thirty-two years, and for whom he had been searching for twenty years. Mr. Babbitt's father was a lumber dealei in Chicago, und an infidel. Mrs. Babbitt obtained u divorce, and the father kidnaped the 5-year-old child. His mothe. was unable to obtain the slightest clew as to his whereabouts, und she finally left Chicago and went to live with a sister in Niles, Mich. Meantime, Babbitt had also gone to a lumber town in Michigan, taking with him his son. The lad, when Hi years old, attempted to. run away and find his mother, but was overhauled by his father and given a most terrible beating. When, however. W. T. Babbitt celebrated his 21st birthday he called hi< father to account and demanded to know who his mother wns and where she lived. His father laughed him to scorn and refused to give him satisfaction. Then he went to Chicago, and there interested a wealthy friend, who spent quite a sum of money in endeavoring to learn of Mrs. Babbitt's whereabouts. It seems that, unknown to the searchers, Mrs. Babbitt, after divorce, had renssumed her maiden mime, Hattie Davis. In tho course of time the son learned from his father's brother that his mother had come from New England, and had ostensibly left Chicago for her old home. The search wns then conducted chiefly in the East. Finally, all except Mr. Babbitt gave up tho search. He continued it from the time he was 21 years old until success crowned his efforts at the nge of 37. IB course, not having much means his efforts were hampered. Two weeks ago he was in Niles, Mich., and while talking to n customer named Woods, the story of Babbitt's life came out. An old gentleman named Hunter was in the room, and, having heard the story, declared thnt his wife wns well acquainted with Babbitt's mother, and for the first time Babbitt heard thnt his mother had lived for several ■les. This was a clew which idosed that his mother was ig with her sister, Mrs. J. ft.' Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. Mr. ceeded to the telegraph office lessage to J. S. Boyce, stating i. mid asking for information jl'her. In a short time he received an answer, stating that his mother was then nlive and well, and almost prostrated with joy at hearing of him. Mr. Babbitt left ns soon ns possible for Cuyahoga Falls, ajid his reunion with his mother can be better imagined than described. His mother, now 70 years old, he found a Indy well-preserved mid highly intelligent. He also found that in the smile town lived several uncles, mints and cousins of whom lie had never heard. The German Carp.. 'Die game mid fish wardens of Ohio and Indiana unite in pronouncing tho German carp almost useless as n food fish, mid n source of great damage to other varieties. They say the carp does not prey upon other minnows, lint he wallows about in the mud and makes the water so foul that other fish cannot breed. The flesh of the enrp is soft, mid ns a game fish lie is worthless. On tho other hand, the Illinois commissioner defends tlie carp. A few years ago it was quite tliv fad for farmers to have earp ponds. Freshets caused overflows, nnd then streams became filled with them; wherever the carp has been transplanted—mid the breed is wonderfully prolific—other varietics-of fish have grown vastly fewer. One furtner declared that after he hnd raised two crops from n dried-up pond lied, when a freshet came and filled tho pond, spawn of the carp began to hatch mid has since thrived. The general opinion seems to be that thevarp is a regular bog—the scavenger of inland waters. Remarried His Divorced Wife. Emma Fox lias tiled her petition for a divorce from her husband, George Fox, and in it sets forth some startling allegations. They were once married and then divorced. She charges that she then went to work in a tiu,plate factory at Montpelier, and that during last October her ex-husband drove up In u buggy and forced her to get in. After doing so lie told her that she must go to Hartford City and marry him or he would kill her. She went witli him, was married by a Justice of the peace, and then drove back to Montpelier. Fox then told her he.hnd done it to keep some one else from getting her. He lifts never, been seen since. Claimed the Household Goods. George Loucks, of Hillsboro, 111., shipped a carload of household goods to Terre Haute Monday, mid Friday arrived to take them in charge. To his surprise he found that another man had carted them away. Detectives have arrested George Loux, u mill hand, and the goods have been found in his possession. The bill of lading was sent to him, and he claims to have believed that the effects were a Christmas gift from his parents. He will lie prosecuted on a charge of forgery, having signed Ixiucks’ name to the freight receipt.

AU Ovcr the State. All licensed saloons at Colfax have been knocked out under the Nicholson law. It is asserted that Oliver Torbett, of Terre Haute, who was killed by the explosion of gas in an oil-tank car, was hurled seventy feet in the air. The body was found entirely stripped of clothing, and apparently bleeding from every pore. Harry Gaither, driver of a beer wagon, upon opening the door or the storage house at Anderson and striking a match, was hurled some distance away by an explosion which wrecked the building. Natural gas, in some unexplained way, had accumulated in the building. A maiden lady, who recently died at Laporte, 90 years old, was claimed to be ♦he oldest spinster in the State. Miss Mary Collins, of Franklin, is 92 years old, and in excellent helath. Recently she underwent a surgical operation for cataract of the right eye. The Joy County Commissioners made an appropriation of SSOO to build a cottage at the Lafayette Soldiers' Home, to accommodate the disabled soldiers and fheir wives. This was done in response to a request of the Grand Army of the Republic Relief Corps of the county. Some time ago Mrs. Celia Sparks brought suit against the city of Richmond for SIO,OOO damages for injuries she received in falling over a water pipe in a newly made street. The case went to the jury and a verdict for SSOO was returned. The Rev. J. T. F. Shannon, an old minister, who has lived near Lebanon a number of years, came in on the train from the West the other night, alighting at the usual stopping-place. As he started down town, slightly behind the others who had alighted, he was seized by two men, who held him and rifled his pockets of S4O. Mr. Shannon says he would recognize his assailants.