Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 June 1896 — Page 3

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

THE PREACHER POINTS A MORAL ' IN THE CYCLONE. God Sends the Cutting; Blast to Teach an Important Lesson—ls There Were , No Adversity. We Wonld Not Know i the Joy of God’s Protection. Blasted by Winds. In his discourse last Sunday Rev. Dr. , Talmage pointed out the consolation | which the religion of Christ extends to I all who are in trouble and specially to ’ such as are in deep misfortune or suffer- ■ ing from bereavement. He chose as his j t®t Exodus x., 13, “And the Lord brought an east wind upon the land all I that day and all that night.” The reference here is ngt to a cyclone, ■ but to the long continued blowing of the | wind from an unbealtfaful quarter. The I north wind is bracing, the south wind . is relaxing, but the east wind is irritating and full of threat. Eighteen times does the Bible speak against the east wind. Moses describes the thin ears blasted by the east wind. The psalmist describes the breaking of the ships of Tarehish by the east wind. The locusts that plagued Egypt were borne in on the east wind. The gourd that sheltered Jonah was shattered by the east wind, and in all the 6,000 summers, autumns, winters, springs, of the world’s existencje the worst ,wind that ever blew is the east wind. Now, if God would only give us a climate of perpetual noPwester, how genial Arid ’kind and placid and industrious ChrisJtians we would all be! But it takes almighty grace to be what we ought to be under the east wind. Under the chilling and wet wing of the east wind the most of the world’s villainies, frauds, outrages, suicides and •murders have been hatched out. I think If you should keep a meteorological history of the days of the year and put right Jbeside it the criminal record of the country you would find that those were the best days for public morals which were under the north or west wind, and that •those were the worst days for public morals which were under the east wind. The points Of the compass have more to do with the world’s morals and the church’s pieTy than you have yet suspected. Rev. Dr. Archibald Alexander, eminent for learning and for consecration, when asked by one of his students at Princeton whether he always had full assurance of faith, replied, “Yes, except when the wind blows from the east.” Dr. Francia, dictator of Paraguay, when the wind was from the east, made oppressive enactments for the people, but when the weather changed repented him of the cruelties, repealed the enactments and was in good humor with all the world. Winds to Guard Against. Before I overtake the main thought of my subject I want to tell Christian people they ought to be observant of climatical changes. Be on your guard when the wind blows from the east. There are certain styles of temptations that you cannot endure under certain styles of weather. When the wind blows from the east, if you are of a nervous temperament, go not among exasperating people, try not to settle bad debts, do not try to settle old disputes, do not talk with a bigot on religion, do not go among those people who delight in saying irritating things, do not *y to collect funds for a charitable institution, do not try to answer an insulting letter. If these things must be done, do them when the wind is from the north, or the south, or the west, but not when the wind is from the east. You say that men and women ought not to be so sensitive and nervous. I admit it, but lam not talking about what the world ought to be; I am talking about what the world is. While there are persons whose disposition does not seem to be affected by changes in the atmosphere, nine out of ten are mightily played upon by such influences. O Christian man, under such circumstances do not write hard things against yourself, do not get worried about your fluctuating experience. You are to remember that the barometer in your soul is only answering the barometer of the weather. Instead of sitting-down and being discouraged and saying, “I am not a Christian because I don’t feel exhilarant,” get up and look out of the window and see the weather vane pointing in the wrong quarter, and then say: “Get thee behind me, satan, thou prince of the power of the air; get out of my house; get out of my heart, thou demon of darkness horsed on the east wind. Away!” However good and great you may be in the Christian life, your soul will never be independent of condition. I feel I am uttering a most practical, useful truth here, one that may give relief to a great many Christians who are worried and despondent at times. Cause of Spiritual Depression. Dr. Rush, a monarch in medicine, after curing hundreds of cases of mental depression, himself fell sick and lost his religious hope, and he would not believe his pastor when the pastor told him that his spiritual depression was only a consequence of physical depression. Andrew Fuller, Thomas Scott, William Cowper, Thomas Boston, David Brainerd, Philipp iMelanehthon were mighty men for God, but all of them illustrations of the fact that a man’s soul is not independent of his physical health. An eminent physician gave as his opinion that no man ever died a greatly triumphant death whose disease was below the diaphragm. Stackhouse, the learned Christian commentator, says he does not think Saul was insane when David played the harp before him, but it was a hypochondria coming from inflammation of the liver. Oh, how many good people have been mistaken in regard to their religious hope, not taking these things into consideration! The dean of Carlisle, one of the best men that ever lived and one of the most useful, sat down and wrote: “Though I have endeavored to discharge my duty as well as I could, yet sadness and melancholy of heart stick close by and increase upon me. I tell nobody, but I am very much sunk indeed, and I wish I could have the relief of weeping as I used to. My days are exceedingly dark and distressing. In a word, Almighty God seems to hide his face and I intrust the secret hardly to any earthly being. I know not what will become of me. There is doubtless a good deal of bodily affliction mingled with this, but it is not ah so. I bless God, however, that I never lose sight of the cross, and, though I should die without seeing any personal interest in the Redeemer’s merits, I hope that I shall be found at his feet. I will thank you for a word at our leisure. My door is bolted at the time I am writing this, for I am full of tears.” What was the matter with the dean of Carlisle? Had he got to be a worse man? No. The physician said that the I state of his pulse would not warrant his minute. Oh, if the east wind the spleen and affects the lungs and affects the liver, it will affect your immortal soul. Appealing to God for help, brace yourself against tliese withering blasts and destroying influences, lest that which the psalmist said broke the ships of Tarshish shipwreck you. Trials Cannot Be Evaded. But notice in my text that the Lord ; controls the east wind, “The Lord brought I the east wind.” He brings it for especial ■ purpose; it must sometimes blow from i that quarter. The east wind is just as im-1 portant as the north wind, or the south ;

I wind, or the west wind, but not so pleasI ant. Tria! must come. The text does ; not say you will escape the cutting blast Whoever did escape it? Especially who I that accomplished anything for church or ! state ever escaped it? I was in the pulpit I of John Wesley in London, a pulpit where I he Stood one day and said, “I have been | charged with all the crimes in the catalogue except one—that of drunkenness,” and a woman arose in the andiefte and said, “John, you were drunk last night.” So John Wesley passed under the flail. I saw in a foreign journal a report of 1 one of George sermons —a ’ sermon preached 120 or 130 years ago. ; It seemed that the reporter stood to take ! the sermon, and his chief idea was to caricature it, and these are some of the ; reportarial interlinings of the sermon of i George Whitefield. After calling him by ; a nickname indicative of a physical defect i in the eye it goes on to say: “Here the i preacher clasps his chin on the pulpit ■ cushion. Here he elevates his voice. Here 1 he lowers his voice; holds his arms ex- ■ tended; bawls aloud; stands trembling; ; makes a frightful face; turns up the whites of his eyes; clasps his hands behind him; clasps his arms around him and hugs himself; roars aloud, halloos, jumps, cries, changes from crying, halloos and jumps again.” Well, my brother, if that good man went through all that process, in your occupation, in your profession, in your store, in your shop, at the bar, in the sick room, in the editorial chair, somewhere, you will have to go through a similar process. You cannot escape it. Keats wrote his famous poem, and the hard criticism of the poem killed him—literally killed him. Tasso wrote his poem entitled “Jerusalem Delivered,” and it had such a cold reception it turned him into a raving maniac. Stillingfleet was slain by his literary enemies. The frown of Henry VIII. slew Cardinal Wolsey. The Duke of Wellington refused to have the fence around his house, which had been destroyed by a? excited mob, rebuilt, because he wanted the fence to remain as it was, a reminder of the mutability and uncertainty of the popular favor. God’s Purpose. And you will have trial of some sort. You have had it already. Why need I prophesy? I might better mention a historical fact in your history. You are a merchant. What a time you- had with that old business partner! How hardTt was to get rid of him! Before yori "bought him out, or he ruined both'bf ybu, What magnitude of annoyance! Then after you had paid him down a certain sum of money to have him go out and to promise he would not open a store of the same kind of business in your street, did he not open the very same kind of business as near to you as possible and take all your customers as far as he could take them? And then, knowing all your frailties and weaknesses, after being .in your business firm for so many years, is he not now spending his time in making a commentary on what you furnished as a text? You are a physician, and in your sickness, or in your absence, you get a peighbornig doctor to take your place in the sick room, and he ingratiates himse]f into the favor of that family, so that you forever lose their patronage. Or you take a patient through the serious stages of a fever, and some day the impatient father or husband of the sick one rushes out and gets another medical practitioner, who comes in just in time to get the credit of the cure. Or you are a lawyer, and you come is contact with a trickster in your profession, and in your absence, and contrary to agreement, he moves a non-suit or the dismissal of the case, or the judge on the bench, remembering an eld political grudge, rules against you every time he gets a chance and says with a snarl, “If you doh’t like my decision, take an exception." Or you are a farmer, and the curculio stings the fruit, or the weevil gets into the wheat, or the drought stunts the corn, or the long continued rains give you no opportunity for gathering the harvest. Your best cow gets the hollow horn, your best horse gets foundered. A French proverb said that trouble comes in on horseback and goes away on foot. So trouble dashed in on you suddenly, but, oh, how long it was in getting away! Came on horseback, goes away on foot. Rapid in coming, slow jn going. That is the history of nearly all your troubles. Again and again and again you have experienced the power of the east wind. It may be blowing from that direction now. My friends, God intended these troubles and trials for some particular purpose. They do not come at random. Here is the promise, “He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.” In the Tower of London the swords and the guns of other ages are burnished and ar-, ranged into huge passion flowers and sunflowers and bridal cakes, and you wonder how anything so hard as steel could be put into such floral shapes. I have to tell you that the hardest, sharpest, most cutting, most piercing sorrows of this life may be made to bloom and blossom and put on bridal festivity. The Bible says they shall be mitigated, they shall be assuaged, they shall be graduated. God is not going to allow you to be overthrown. A Christian woman, very much despondent, was holding her child in her arms, and the pastor, trying to console the woman in her spiritual depression, said, “There, you will let your child drop.” “Oh, no,” she said, “I couldn’t let the child drop.” He said, “You will let the child drop.” “Why,” she said, “if I should drop the child here, it would dash his life out!” “Well, now,” said the Christian minister, “don’t you think God is as good as you are? Won’t God, your Father, take as good care of you, his child, as you take care of your child? God won’t let you drop.” Why Bitter Winds Blow. I suppose God lets the east wind blow just hard enough to drive us into the harbor of God’s protection. We all feel we can manage our own affairs. We have helm and compass and chart and quadrant. Give us plenty of sea room, and we sail on and sail on, but after awhile there comes a Caribbean whirlwind up the coast, and we are helpless m the gale, and we cry out for harbor. All our calculations upset, we say with the poet: Change and decay on all around I see. Oh, thou who changest not, abide with me! The south wind of mild Providence makes us throw off the cloak of Christian character and we catch cold, but the sharp east wind of trouble makes us wrap around us the warm promises. The best thing that ever happens to us is trouble. That is a hard thing perhaps to say, but I repeat it, for God announces it again and again, the best thing that happens to us is trouble. When the French army went down into Egypt under Napoleon, an engineer, in digging for a fortress, came across a tablet which has been called the Rosetta stone. There were inscriptions in three or four languages on that Rosetta stone. Scholars studying out the alphabet of hieroglyphics from that stone were enabled to read ancient inscriptions on monuments and on tombstones. Well, many of the handwritings of God in our life are Indecipherable hieroglyphics. We cannot understand them until we take up the Rosetta stone of divine inspiration, and the explanation all comes out, and the mysteries ail vanish, and what was before beyond our understanding now is plain in its meaning as we read, “All things work together for good to those who love God.” So we decipher the hieroglyphics. Oh, my friends, have you ever calculated what trouble did for David? It made him the sacred minstrel for all ages. What did trouble do for Joseph?

I Made him the keeper of the corn eribs of Egypt. What did it do for Paul? Made him the great apostle to the gentiles. | What did it do for Samuel Rutherford? ; Made his invalidism more illustrious than robust health. What did it do for Richard Baxter? Gave him capacity to write ! of the “Saint’s Everlasting Rest” What did it do for John Bunyan? Showed him the shining gates of the city. What has it done for you? Since the loss of that child your spirit has been purer. Since the loss of that property you have found out that earthly investments are insecure. Since you lost your health you feel as never before a rapt anticipation of eternal release. Trouble has humbled you, has enlarged you, has multiplied your resources, has equipped you, has loosened your grasp from this world and tightened your grip on the next. Oh, bless God for the east wind! It has driven you into the harbor of God’s sympathy. This World Insufficient. Nothing like trouble to show us that this world is an insufficient portion. Hogarth was about done with life, and he wanted to paint the end of all things. He put on canvas a shattered bottle, a cracked bell, an unstrung harp, a signboard of a tavern called “The World's End" falling down, a shipwreck, the horses of Phoebus lying dead in the clouds, the moon in her last quarter and the world on fire. “One thing more,” said Hogarth, “and my picture is done.” Then he added the broken palette of a painter. Then he died. But trouble, with hand mightier and more skillful than Hogarth’s, pictures the falling, failing, moldering, dying world. And we want something permanent to lay hold of, and we grasp with both hands after God and say, “The Lord is my light; the Lord is my love; the Lord is my fortress; the Lord is my sacrifice; the Lord, the Lord is my God.” Bless God for your trials. Oh, my Christian friend, keep your spirits up by the power of gospel! Do not surrender. Do you not know that when you give up others will give up? You have courage, and others will have courage. The Romans went into the battle, and by some accident there was an inclination of the standard. The standard upright meant forward march; the inclination of the standard meant surrender. Through the negligence of the man who carried the standard and the inclination of it the army surrendered. Oh, let us keep the standard up, whether it be blown down by the east wind, or the north wind, or the south wind. No inclination to surrender. Forward into the conflict! Music of the Skies. There is near Bombay a tree that they call the “sorrowing tree,” the peculiarity of which is it never puts forth any bloom in the daytime, but in the night puts out all its bloom and all its redolence. And I have to tell you that, though Christian character puts forth its sweetest blossoms in the darkness of sickness, the darkness of financial distress, the darkness of bereavement, the darkness of death, “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Across the harsh discords of this world rolls the music of the skies—music that breaks from the lips, music that breaks from the harps and rustles from the palms, music like falling water over rocks, music like wandering winds among leaves, music like caroling birds among forests, music like ocean billows storming the Atlantic beach, “They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light them nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." I see a great Christian fleet approaching that harbor. Some of the ships come ia with sails rent and bulwarks knocked away, but still afloat. Nearer and nearer the shining shore. Nearer and nearer eternal anchorage. Haul away, my lads, haul away! Some of the ships had mighty tonnage, and others were shallops, easily listed of the wind and wave. Some were men-of-war and armed of the thunders of Christian battle, and others were unpretending tugs taking others through the Narrows, and some were coasters that never ventured out into the deep seas of Christian experience, but they are all coming nearer the wharf—brigantine, galleon, line of battle ship, longboat, pinnace, war frigate—and as they come into the harbor I find that they are driven by the long, loud, terrific blast of the east wind. It is through much tribulation that you are to enter into the kingdom of God. You have blessed God for the north wind, and blessed him for the south wind, and blessed him for the west wind. Can you not, in the light of this subject, bless him for the east wind? Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. •

Beware of the Tight Collar.

“Headaches, eyeaches? Don’t wonder. You are undergoing a mild form of strangulation. Look here,” and the physician, who in a twinkling had sighted the foundation of his patient’s trouble, gave a vicious tweak at her board-like throat environment “Thia fashion,” he continued, “has put more of your sex upon the all list than any other of your dress absurdities. There hasn’t a woman come into my office for over a year whose neck wasn’t confined in this tortuous way. I have traced more than one case of congested blood at the base of the brain to this collar fad. “It is responsible for red noses, bad skins and other forms of repressed circulation. “Now, I cannot insert my finger between your collar and your throat, and yet you wonder why you are having so much trouble with your head and eyes. “Rip up your high collars, my misguided young lady, and tell your dressmaker not to put another bit of binding about your throat. When you do this, I’ll vouch for the headache’s departure.” The shirt waist girl is a trig little body to look at, from her neatly belted waist to her spick and span linen choker. It is half an inch higher, if possible, this stiffly starched collar, than the one she wore last year. It has crept up just as close as it could at the lobesof her ears, and she wears it in sublime indifference to its discomfort. But the time of reckoning is coming. When the drop in throat stock arrives, and it is only a question of time before it is heralded in Evedom, oh! what a walling there will be over departed throat beauty! The high collar will have left its traces in criss-cross lines, discolored skin and ugly neck circles. Then there will be a grand hustle for massage, for cream baths and like remedies. And the woman who has bravely gone about during the high collar period in waists with old-fash-ioned, turned-away throats, will thank her lucky stars that she had the good sense to keep out of the movement— New Orleans Picayune. There are some women who can’t speak to a man without getting a tender note In their voices.

POLITICS OF THE DAY

HISTORY OF M’KINLEYISM. At every protectionist gathering and In eveij- protectionist organ assertions are constantly being made about the effects of both the McKinley and Wilson tariff laws in which facts are either wholly disregarded or are so manipulated as to mislead all who may be. Induced to place the least faith in them. For instance, nothing could be more audaciously false than the general assumption by protectionist writers and ■peakers that the people of the United States were never so prosperous as durtag the years when McKlnleyism was in full operation. This statement has been repeated over and over agali?, even on the floor of Congress, despite the fact that every person who has arrived at the age of discretion knows that it is not true. It Is worth while to take a retrospective glance at some of the events which occurred during the closing year of the Harrison administration—that being the time usually selected by the spellbinders as affording the best examples of the happy contentment with which the McKinley method of making people rich by taxing them inspired its beneficiaries. This much vaunted system of producing peace and plenty had then been in full swing for two years. If a tariff verging on the prohibitory could have brought about beneficial results the year 1892 should tatve been a year of Incomparable prosperity. The actual facts, however, show quite the contrary. In 1892 the surplus which was In the treasury when President Cleveland vacated his office in 1889 had entirely disappeared, while the*national revenue from 1889 to 1892 had fallen short of the expenditure by nearly the same amount; and it was only by seizing the trust fund of 154,000,000 which had been deposited by the national banks to secure the redemption of their notes that Secretary Foster was enabled to avoid an issue of bonds. The Importation of the raw materials necessary to the successful conduct of the business of manufacturing had become difficult and expensive, and in some cases impossible. Wages had been steadily going down till, in the latter half of 1892, the discontent of labor had become so fierce that in many places it amounted to insurrection. In June of that year the Iron League discharged 1,500 men because they were Knights of Labor, and the Homestead steel works closed, throwing 3,000 men out of work. In July an attempt was made to land Pinkerton men at Homestead; several of them were killed, and, on the 10th, the national guard of Pennsylvania was called out. On the 11th there was a battle between union and non-union miners at Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, and a number of men were killed. Martial law was declared, and on the 16th President Harrison, by proclamation, called on all persons In Insurrection In Idaho to disperse. On the 18th warrants were issued for the Homestead leaders changed with the murder of Pinkerton guards. On the 22d the Iron-workers at Duquesne struck, and on the 30th troops were summoned to that point. Aug. 1 the building trades in New York went on strike, and all buildings In that city stopped; but lack of funds and the vast number of Idle men ready to take their places compellel many of the nfeh to return to work, and the strike failed. On the 13th the miners In Eastern Tennessee rebelled against the competition of convict labor, and liberated the convicts in order to get rid of them. On the 14th the switchmen on the Lehigh Valley Railroad struck, and during the next two days troops were hurried into Buffalo. On the 17th the strike extended to the West Shore and New York Central switchmen, and more troops were called out. On the 19th and 20th one thousand Tennessee miners attacked the militia at Coal Creek and defeated them. On the 23d the switchmen on the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad and also' on the Buffalo, Rochester and Pittsburg Railroad struck; these strikes falleQ. During the remaining days of August all the employes of Carnegie & Co. and of Schomburger, Speer & Co., of Pittsburg, struck; these strikes also failed. During September the grand jury returned true bills for murder against 167 Homestead strikers, and the Coeur d’Alene miners were tried for conspiracy, and four were convicted. On October 12 the yardmen of the Big Four Railway struck; and on the 27th another hundred armed deputies were sent to Homestead. On Nov. 5 a general strike against a reduction of wages was ordered by the Amalgamated Council of New Orleans; It failed on the 11th. On the 17th and 18th 1,500 men abandoned the strike at Homestead and applied for reinstatement; they were taken back bn signing an agreement not to join any labor organization. The molith closed with the strike of the electric wire men and the failure of /the Stone City (Ill.) Bank for half a million of dollars. The most significant event of November,' however, was the election on the Bth, when the public discontent was expressed by the casting of 1,500,000 votes for absolutely new parties and principles. During December the telegraph operators on the Rock Island Railway system struck, and 5,000 men were discharged from the Chicago packing houses, owing to dull business. There were heavy shipments o£ gold, and a fall in the price of industrial stocks in the New York market. Here is a very incomplete Account, much curtailed for want of space, Of the condition of the business of the country during the crowning year of McKlnleyism. But 1892 was not the only year of trouble and disaster. The evil effects of Republican policies, financial and economic, were felt both before and after that year. The culmination came in the panic of 1893; and it was not until confidence had been restored and industry relieved by the abrogation or reduction of the duties on raw materials, that business began to resume its normal condition of prosperity. Practical people would do well to remember that like causes produce like results, everywhere and

always, and that McKlnleylsm did in the past it will certainly do In. the future if they shall suffer themselves to be deluded by the lies and sophistries of its advocates.;—Philadelphia Record. “Prosperity” for Farmers. The census reports show that in the twenty years from 1870 to 1800 the value of the farm lands in the great, wealthy and thickly populated Slato of New York fell froip $1,272,875,766 to $068,127,280, a decline of more than $300,000,000. Between 1880 and 1800 the total number of farms decreased from 241,058 to 226,223, a reduction of 14,835. No further testimony is needed to show that the farmers whose lands have thus decreased in value and those who were forced to give up their farms could not have been prosperous during the period referred to. All fair-minded men will agree that falling values and fewer farms are sigua of a depressed farming industry. The significance of these facts appears when it is remembered that from 1870 to 1890 the country had a high protective tariff, which taxed everything the farmers used, and. discouraged foreign trade. All the time that farm values were shrinking the blessed tariff was getting in its best work. How do the American farmers like the results? The McKinley boomers are howling that the restoration of the high taxation policy will bring prosperity. Before accepting these delusive promises would It not be well for sensible men to ask: “If twenty years of protection brought only depression to stjch a great farming State as New York what reason Is there to believe that more protection would have a different effect? Trlfliaa with the TruthThe American Economist, organ of the Protective Tariff League, weeps briny tears over the alleged decline of the Syracuse, N. Y., salt industry under the Wilson tariff. Claiming that there has been a falling off In production since 1892, owing to the abolition of tho salt duty, the Economist says: "Yet the cost to the consumer has not been reduced.” Of course If the price of salt has iiot been reduced there would be no reason for complaint on the part of the American salt producers. But it so happens that there are trade journals which make It a business to collect aud publish statistics of prices from year to year. In Its last annual review of the prices of the principal articles of consumption Bradstreet’s quotes the record of the price of salt per sack as follows: In 1891, $1.05; 1802, $1; 1893, $1; 1894, 80 cents; 1895, 80 cents. These figures show that the prices of salt are now 20 per cent lower than under the McKinley law. Yet the Economist brazenly asserts that the cost to the consumer has not been reduced. This Is a fair sample of protectionist truthfulness. Following a Blamed Poor Mother. A Nebraska farmer who had lost a calf went In search of. tl*e runaway and found It with some, stray steers. He tried to drive It home. but the foolish calf ran after one of tho steers and went galloping over the prairie. Tired, hot and dusty, the farmed stopped and shook,, his fist at the calf, shouting: “Keep on, then, darn you, you’ll soon find what kind of a blamed■> mother you’ve took up with.” The foolish farmers and workingmen who are running after McKinley* may not listen to reason about the desert into which the hlgh-tarlff prophet is leading them. But if they keep on they will mighty soon find what kind of a blamed mother they are following. ' Strip Off Their Shirts. Senator Gorman yesterday proposed two perfectly sound and adequate measures for the relief of the treasury, but the Senate would have neither of them. Senator Sherman declared that he would “take the shirt off the people rather than violate our national credit.” And yet he would agree to neither revenue taxes on tea and coffee nor to treasury certificates unless the Dingley buncombe higher-tariff bill were first accepted. After all propositions to Increase the revenue had been rejected our wonderful Senate proceeded to pass a $10,768,000 fortification bill in the face of a treasury deficit of $30,000,000. —New York World. Live and Let Live Illustrated. A Bhode Island woolen manufacturer has raised the wages of his employes from 10 to 15 per cent. He made a cutdown about two years ago In order to keep his employes at work and his mill In constant operation. But now that business Is again booming this true disciple of live and let live has rewarded those who stood by him at a sacrifice by sending checks to them covering the sum lost by tjie cutdown during the dull period. This sort of voluntary profit-sharing and loss-shar-ing between mill employers and their “hands” If made universal would soon leave socialism with nothing practical to contend for.—Boston Globe. Nothing Good Endorsed. The Senate has defeated the proposed beer tax, of course. It merely meant needed revenue from a proper source. There was no politics in it It protected nobody. It gave nobody any advantage over his competitors In business for which he might be willing to pay In the shape of campalgn-fnnd subscriptions. It was just a sensible, straightforward revenue- tax, and so It had to be defeated—New York World. The Heritage of Successful Men. The ruthless politician who poaches upon the preserves of favorite sons and publicly humiliates them in their own States Invariably leaves a crop of heart burnings behind which may ripen into a harvest of regrets for him latar on.— Kansas City Times. The Farmers Lose by a High Tariff. Our farmers lose doubly by a protective tariff, because they have to, pay exorbitant prices for clothes and tools, and they are cut off from the markets of the world.—Kansas City Times.

POE COTTAGE AT FORDHAM.

Plan to Preserve the Poet's Last Residence. Just fifty years ago. In cherry blossom time, 1846, Edgar Allen Poe, a half-mad genius, of whom little else was known except that he was poor, moved from Amity street. New York, to the suburban! village of Fordham, on the Kingsbridge road. Although at best but a mean dwelling, the cottage was the pleasantest retreat he had ever known. It was a one and a half story shingled Dutch house, containing three rooms and a sleeping closet. A sit-ting-room was on one side of the little hall and a kitchen on the other. The furniture was of the simplest. In the other, which was laid with straw matting, were only a light stand with presentation volumes, some banging bookshelves and four chairs—absolutely nothing else. Above was Poe’s room—a low, pquare, cramped chamber, lighted by two windows, like portholes, and furpished with a deal table and chair and the fanciful portrait of the "loved pnd lost Leonore.” Adjoining this was the sleeping closet, where the child wife, Virginia, drew her difficult and failing breath, within sound of the pen that wrote immortal tales and poems and could not win bread for her. So bare and dwarfed within, the occupants were driven without, where there was a fine spaciousness of view. A picket fence separated the yard from the street, and further privacy was afforded by the hoodllke porch and the presentation of the gable end of

THE EDGAR ALLAN POE COTTAGS.

the house to the highway. Cherry trees embowered the bumble cottage. The granite of the underlying rock cropped through the grass, and a stone’s throw east of the porch, then as now overgrown with vines, rose tho ledge itself, overhung by sighing pines. And looking far off, across the meadows, woods and villages and Harlem bridge, a glimmer of ocean lay on the horizon. The cottage Is still there, at the top of Fordham Hill, almost at the extreme limit of northern New York City. The cherry trees, whose balmy blossoms so soothed the sore lungs of poor Virginia, are gone. Neighboring and pretentious houses crowd and dwarf the quaint Cottage, tho sighing pines and the rocky ledge have made way for streetsi,and| buildings, and the glimpse of .ocean no longer rims the eastern horizon. But thousands have climbed the winding stajr to see the room where "The Bells," “An nabel and "Eleanora” were written. Au American shrine, where shines are few, annually visited by more pilgrims, it seemed incredible that it should ever be disturbed! Only last year, by reason of the widening of the street, its demolition was threatened. Now a bill is to be presented to the State Legislature by the Shakspeare Society of New York to enable the association to purchase and preserve the place where Poe spent the last four years of his unhappy life. It la proposed to refurnish the cottage as nearly like the original as may be, leaving the tiny windows, uncurtained, replant cherry trees and trim the vines, hang bird cages in tlje [•ortico and procure a cat as nearly ike the beloved “Catarina” that warmed the bosom of the dying Virginian as possible—Just poverty and piles of manuscripts! It will not be difficult then to imagine the playful, witty, affectionate; alternately docile and wayward genius; the gentle, fragile wife ftnd the adoring mother—large featured, capable, bepevolent Mrs. Clem, that made up that curious household.

TEN-FOOT DRIVING WHEELS.

Type of Locomotive Used in England Fifty Years Ago. English locomotives have al ways been conspicuous for the great size of the driving wheels. While the drivers ot American locomotives are usually less than six feet In diameter, seven or eight feet is not uncommon among English engines, and in the early days of railroading it was believed that the best results were to be obtained by the

OLD-TIME STEAM ENGINE.

use of wheels of even larger size. On engines built for fast running a singh pair of hugs driving wfieels seems to have been a distinguishing feature since the earliest days of locomotive construction. In England that type of engine is still a familiar one. The accompanying sketch, which was sent to the Engineer, London, by John Wilson, of Glasgow, shows the outline of a locomotive with driving wheels ten feet in diameter, which was built in Glasgow fifty years ago. Two oi more of these engines were built, but it was found so difficult to get up speed In starting that they were abandoned.

A Cannon Used as a Spile.

In some towns along the coast and in inland towns, too, one may still see planted at street corners cannon; relics of the revolutionary war, or of the war 1812, or, perhaps, the Mexican war. In navy yards one sometimes sees condemned cannon put to use as spiles, to make vessel’s lines fast to. There Is such a gun, planted at Governor’s Island ferry landing, at the foot of Whitehall street in New York. The building out of an adjoining wharf seaward to which boats now fie up, has left this gun no further use as a spile, but it remains a picturesque object and one quite appropriate to the landing of a ferry or military post. When a woman whitewashes her cellar she Is said to look worse than when she cleans house.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

!i ’ ’ » •g, RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. Mr. aud Mr*. Austin** Seventy-four Years of Wedded Bliss—John Graham, a Man of Mystery, Dies at Anderson—OH Men Despondent. A Remarkable CoUplo. Mr. and Mrs. Jeremiah T. Austin, of Roliiug Prairie, near Laporte, are believed to lx- the oldest married couple in ludinna. They recently celebrated their seventy-fourth wedding anniversary. Mrs. Austin was Miss Hannah Teeter and she became the wife of Mr. Austin before coming to Indiana in 1834, they being pioneers of this section of the State. Both husband and wife are hale and hearty, a living testimonial that early marriages are not detrimental to longevity. The residence of the couple in Laporte County has been continuous from the time they came West from New York in the days when northern Indiana was yet a wilderness of forest trees. Twelve children were born of this union, five of whom are living—two daughters and three sons. Mr. Austin has been sick but few days during his life. He has always been temperate and the venerable couple believe that they will live to celebrate many more anniversaries. Their faculties are unimpaired and life with its changing scenes is still sweet to them. Duel in Lebanon Streets. Wallace Riley, for many years a prominent resident of Lebanon, was killed instantly Monday morning by Thomas Allen, a stock buyer. Allen’s son, aged 17, hud been keeping company with Riley’s daughter, aged 24. On account of the difference in the ages of the young people, both fathers objected to their marriage, but the couple succeeded in securing a marriage license Friday evening and were married. Immediately after the marriage they left for Putnam County, nnd remained there until a telegram advising them of the tragedy called them home. When Miss Riley failed to come home Friday night her father set out to learn the cause. He soon heard of the marriage. Ho denounced the elder Allen ns helping on the marriage. The men met on the streets Saturday afternoon. Riley said: “Defend yourself! One of us is

WALLACE RILEY. THOMAS ALLEN.

Kollig to die!” Riley pulled ids revolver. Allen siiid ho was unarmed, and the two repaired to Hooton’s hardware establishment in search for a weapon for Allen. They wore finally separated before any blood was shed. Monday morning Riley wns bn the streets early, and was loud In bin claims that he wns after Allen. Riley wns just coming out of the postofilce room when Allen drove up in his carriage, alighted nnd passed in. After getting his mall lie atnrted to leave the postotfice, when Riley accosted him with drawn weapon. Like a Hash Allen drew his pistol nnd the tiring began. Riley fired two shots anil, Allen four. When the smoke'cleared away Riley was lying In the postofilce door, and Allen’s son, who witnessed the affray from his father’s carriage, had received a severe wound in the right side. Allen was arrested and Is in lull. Both inen are wealthy and influential. Riley has cut a prominent figure in politics for many years. Slump in Petroleum Prices. t The week just passed has been a disastrous one over the Indiana oil field, and men who were considered in high luck a month ago are in anything but an easy frame t>f mind now. The decline in the price of crude oil has been so great as to make it unprofitable to work the wells, and' tho demand being so small, the tanks and repositories are filled to the fullest capacity. Throe or tour deals have been engineered where owners of wells have closed out all they had on hand at 25 cents a barrel. This makes a loss to them. Companies and private individuals all over the gas belt have shut down their wells and are waiting for times to brighten and the men who were erecting derricks are stopping the work. The outlook to many is hazardous nnd to all very dismal. It is safe tb say that the number of wells completed this month will fall 50 per cent short of last month, while it showed a decrease over the preceding one. Leasing of land has stopped altogether, and many options have been dropped. A month ago money was passing hands lively, but now it is being held close. All Over the State. At Amity, a small village in Johnson County, Jaimes Needham and Samuel Sylvester, with another man, were found playing cards in a box car, when their wives approached and locked the door. The men thought that the closing of the door was the work of other parties, and Needham fired a shot, which struck Mrs. Sylvester in the abdomen and she will die. John Graham came from some point in the South twenty years ago and settled near Pendleton. He never spoke of the past, lived secluded and amassed $lO,000 worth of property. He became influential, but his desire to be alone threw a mantle of mystery around him. Graham died last week, and when the county was called on to take care of his property, which was unclaimed by anyone, it was found that he. had made no will and left no heirs. Graham often said that he had no relatives nnd that he was destined to wipe out the family name by dying without heirs. The property will be converted to the echo?! fund, as provided by law. An epidemic of black diphtheria is raging at Schererville. In the family of John Boney one child is dead and the death of four more is expected hourly. Wednesday morning the children were apparently well and in a few hours were deathly sick. Disbarment proceedings were instituted in Anderson against Prosecutor Scalan, ex-Deputy Prosecutor Doss and Attorney G. R. Call. Call is charged with bribery, Doss with accepting bribes, and prosecuting the State, apd the prosecutor with acquiescing in the action of the exprosecutor, who was at the time his deputy. F. C. Donald, chairman of the Central Passenger Association of Chicago, states that roads of the Central Passenger Committee will, for the Grand Army encampment, sell excursion tickets to St. Paul at the rate of 1 cent per mile, by all lines pt the committee, plus SB, basing fare from Chicago to St. Paul, on Aug. 30, 31 and Sept. 1. Tickets will be for continuous passage in both directions and good to begin going journey only on date of sale. This subject to ticket conditions established by St Paul-Cbicago lines. This means the rate of 1 cent per mile is granted to Chicago, and the trip-thence to St. Paul is SB, vMrt is less than 1 cent 'per mile.