Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 168, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1911 — Page 3

GERMAN EMPEROR A BUAY MAN

YY Y HEN Berlin was in festive *jm I array to celebrate the two wW hundredth anniversary of j Y the Prussian monarchy, it was an occasion possessing a very special appeal for Kaiser Wilhelm 11., whose title to third German emperor consecrated the supremacy of Prussia among the German states. But in the midst of the festivities came the news of Queen Victoria's illness and the emperor William broke off all the celebrations to hurry over to the bedsire of his royal grandmother. The Boer war was still to drag on for another weary year and longer, and everywhere in Germany there was hostile feeling against Great Britain; there had been many and bitter differences between the courts of St. James and the palace at Potsdam. But the promptness and spontaneity of the kaiser’s sympathy, the simple dignity with which he shared Brittan’s mourning effected a sudden change in English feeling toward him. He had been regarded in England with respect for the continually increased prosperity of Germany under his rule, mingled with some mistrust of his possible ambitions, and with curiosity as the most striking and enigmatic figure in European politics. But now English sentiment responded to the kaiser's action. It became warmer and friendlier; distrust of his impulsive and mercurial nature gradually changed into conviction of his generosity and good feeling, and now there is none among King George’s guests who receive a sincerer welcome.

Net even bls unique position in Europe nor bls close relation with the British royal house account for the Interest taken in England in the kaiser’s personality. No one is pver bored by the kaiser; it is impossible for him to be-dull. No figure in Europe gives rise to so much speculation, to so many differing opinions. After over 20 years of much speechmaking, of a full and active life spent in the public gaze, he leaves us still groping for the key to his eeaseless activities and his extraodinary Influence. Kaiser a Hard Worker.

A curious journalist once motoredto a railway crossing some way down the line to catch a glimpse ot the emperor, who had been attending a gala performance of opera in one of the smaller German capitals. The saloon was brilliantly lighted, the blinds drawn up. and there was the emperor writing at his desk as diligently as the humblest journalist. It was typical of his life. The outsider will take extraordinary, pains to secure a glimpse of the kaiser, but he gleans little except an increased sense at the hard work entailed by modern kingship. Everybody knows the details of his everyday life. Ho rises at 5:30 o'clock, takes a cold douche and breakfasts nt 6:30, teta-a-tete with his wife, on tea and cold meat, or perhaps eggs and bacon. Then follows a long and strenuous morning, spent with his secretaries, or on the parade ground, and often involving more than one change of uniform, for the emperor is very punctilious in these matters, and if he* Is receiving the British ambassador, for Instance, will don a British uniform. The afternoon Is spent in learning new things from explorers and experts of all nations, or possibly In studio or gallery, giving artistic judgments much criticised v ln advanced Berlin circles; the evening, after an early and simple dinner, is given to his family, or to the theater. To one man the kaiser is a lover of peace, to another a firebrand; to one a survival from medieval Markgrafs of Brandenburg; to another the typical head of the most godhead mod-

KAISER WILHEIM II

ern Industrial state in Europe; to one the incarnation of Prussian etiquette and the military caste, to another the gayest and most affable of 'German gentlemen. 'T':’'--:' The truth seems to be that he is all these things - and many others with equal conviction and energy on occasion. Some .of the incongruities disappear on examination. His speeches mislead the English reader who goes to them armed with a British conception -of German stolidity and common sense. The German is not afraid of poetry and sentiment; nor even of high-flown metaphor on the ordinary occasions of life. So when the German emperor chlrstens a battleship there is no reason for him to confine himself to dreary commonplace. “Springing from the old German sagas are the names of ships belonging to thy class. Therefore shalt thou likewise recall to us the gray past of our ancestors and the puissant deity whom our Germanic forefathers in their Ignorance supplicated and worshipped, when the of the north were fought on the polar seas, and death and ruin carried into the land of the enemy. The potent name of the name of this great deity thou shalt bear. I christen thee with the name of Aegir.” An imaginative flight of this kind in christening a battleship stirs and pleases German patriotic feelln_g, nor does it seem to the average German incongruous with more practical qualities. Every German knows that the kaiser is a good technical expert in matters relating to the navy. Sir Edward J. Reed said he possessed “a perfect farseelng penetration and a more thorough information than either his own technical minister of myself possessed, and this knowledge had been gained by experience in a practical and trustworthy way." "The Divine-Right* Theory. Profound conviction in the divine right of the house of Hohenzollern makes the kaiser live up to the spectacular conception of the kingship which *as reflected In the pesudomediaevalism of his favorite dramatist, the late Ernst von Wlldenbruch; it was not in the kaiser’s case incompatible with a very modern practical ability. Himself a successful manufacturer and a model farmer, the kaiser takes the keenest interest in improvements in industrial processes, in the organization of Industry and tn legislation for the security and protection of the workers.

Every one who has lived in Germany knows the exclusiveness of military circles, but the emperor who is the feudal chief of the Prussian aristocracy, numbers among his intimates some of the captains of German Industry. His affection for the late Herr Krupp is well known and he addresses with the familiar thee and thou of ordinary life Herr Wormann, the great Hamburg ship owner, and Herr Ballin, the head of the HamburgAmerican line. Herr Ballln, moreover. Is of Jewish descent. The emperor knows every ship-building yard on the coast.

He takes his metier of Landesvafer and of monarch very seriously and If Prussian tradition involves a certain aloofness absent from the intercourse between the English court and the English people the difference is not fundamental. The German people recognize behind the parade and magnificence of Potsdam a home life ot exceptional brightness and simplicity, distinguished from the life bf the ordinary German household most of all by the unceasing and untiring industry of its head, for whom no task seems too arduous, no detail too trivet ”

SAID BY THE WISE

' ■■..' ■;; He is' wise who knows when to hold his peafte.—Ambrose. ( * It Is a good thing ,to learn caution by the misfortunes of others.—Syrius The* most profound joy has more of gravity than gayety in It. —Montague. Precipitation is the ruin of the young; hesitation, the ruin of the old. —Louis Aigon. ‘ ~ The man without a true friend is a poor man, though he be wealthy as Croesus:—Fraser. All men who are worth anything, Spend manhood tn* unlearning mistakes of youth.—Shelley. - •** ■x Do not cast your .heart before the world; the world is ill-trained to retrieve. —Victor Cherboliez. Truth is the conformity of expression to thought The expression of truth is simplicity.—Seneca. We must keep ourselves up to our best or we shall become incapable of doing our best.—Eleanor Root Learn modesty from the clock. It keeps its hands before its face and runs down works. —Moliere. •• A friend is a person whom you trust and who trusts you,-even if appearances are against you.—Savage.

SAYS ED HOWE

A reporter gets up on the game laws to impress his friends. When he hunts himself he must hunt news. <Mfe Some men meet an appointment ahead of time so they can loaf a few minutes before the other man arrives. However, a man must do something more than keep the scissors sharpened, in order to qualify as a good husband. ; .mw 7 : Besides helping himself, a man who is good at that is usually expected to furnish some assistance for his kin and friends. If a boy feels he is worth a good deal more than he gets When he begins to learn a trade, chances are he will never learn it. “Some boys never grow up to be men,’’ remarks a Kansas philosopher. "They remain boys until they are 35 or 40 and then become old women."

DON’T LOOK FOR THORNS.

Think of this if you are ever tempted to discourage and sadden Others. And when you come to think of it, a few encouraging words cost nothing, and are just as easy to say as the discouraging words that come so readily to our lips. Make up your mind to look for the bright side of things always, and you krill be surprised to find what a difference it will make, not only to yourself, but to other people. v And, anyhow, nobody likes the person who persists in acting as a “wet blanket,” so if you have got into the habit, get out of it as quickly as possible, and start to cheer and encourage people instead.

MUSINGS.

You can not gauge the progress of either a man or an automobile by the amount of noise they make.' He who is not willing to do more than he gets paid tor usually has a life complaint that he is poorly paid. Because Dame Nature can dress herself in any color scheme and look attractive lots of women think they can do the same. . Those of us who have tried them are of the opinion that methods that are “delightfully simple" are not always simply delightful.

NUGGETS.

Things grow smaller as they are contracted, but are exceptions. Debts, for instance. The age of discretion is only attained by the man who realizes that he is too old to marry, or too young. Many a loving eouple think they are two souls with but a single thought when they haven’t even that When you hear of a man who would rather fight than eat ft’s a pretty good guess that he lives tn a boarding house.

ALL TRUE.

The board of health —plain food. The best thing out —a conflagration. Dress material —hubby’s bank account :• ■ When money is tight ft is securely locked up. ' Paddle your own canoe, but don’t rock the boat.

CURRENT VERSE

A Daughter of Dixie. Her eyes are soft with dreams of love. And dark as some lagoon. In which, through woven branches, shines The glory of the moon. Her silver voice is sweet and low, Her brow is broad and meek, And pure as waxen orange flowers The oval of her cheek. Her dusky tresses thick and fine. In many a silken fold, Are bound about her shapely head And filleted with gold, ¥ ; ' Her Ups are like the dewy rose That finds a resting place Upon her heart, in filmy frills Of organdie and lace. A knight of old who crossed the sea With nothing but his lance, Bequeathed to her that regal air, That dark and tender glanbe. Oh. daughter of the sunny South, Where summer never dies, - The North, that never feared your guns. Surrenders to your eyes!

I Shall Be Satisfied.

I shall be satisfied. If, when My labors on the earth are done, And I am called to God again, Behind me I have left not one Who harbors bitter thoughts of me And mutters that I wronged him here; If I can face Death fearlessly, And face him with a conscience clear. I shall be satisfied to die If I can only leave behind A few on earth to testify. That I was honest, patient, kind. And though I leave no hoard of gold, And pass, but little known, from here I’ll face Death’s angel, stanch and bold, L If I can keep my conscience clear. I have no wish to rise to fame, I have no wish to clamber high And have the world applaud my name; That will not help me when I die. I’m satisfied to plod along And do my best, year after year. To face the fight, however strong, But still to keep my conscience clear.

For a Child.

His mind has neither need nor powers to know The foolish things that men call right and wrong; For him the streams of pleasant lovewine flow. For him the mystic sleep compelling song. Through love he rule* hta love-made universe. And sees with sight by ignorance made keen, The fauns and elves whom older eyes disperse, Great Fan, and all the fairies with their queen. Kind gods, I pray, bestow on him this dole, Not wisdom, wealth, nor mighty deeds to do. But let him keep his happy pagan soul, The poet vision, simple, free, and true, To hunt the rainbow gold and phantom lights. And meet with dryads on the wooded heights.

Icarus; Now, as Then.

He soared as surely as an eagle does. Higher and higher toward the zenith still; And as he rose a chant came back to us, An iron montone of human will Made audible. When listening was vain. Breathless we followed him with straln- , Ing eyes, Adventurer who claimed as man’s domain, Amazed and impotent, the conquered skies. “The Prince of Air is tamed! What hinders men,” We cried, “from traversing that upper world in quest of unimaginable things?” From awful silence came the answer then, f As like a challenge at our feet was hurled Our champion dead, with broken, silent wings. ’• —Amelia Johnson Burr in the Century Magazine.

A Maiden.

Oh, if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine. I’d cHmb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree. All day I'd slhg my love for him Till he should harken me. But since I am a maidep I go with downcast eyes. And he will never hear the songs That he has turned to sighs. And since I am a maiden My love will never know - That I could kiss him with a mouth More red than roses blow. -Sara Teasdale In Lippincott's Magazine.

Neglected Love.

He caught a glimpse of love one day, But resolutely turned away; "Not yet,” he said, "for love’s sweet sake. For I must first my fortune make." The days to months, the months to yean, Kept record of his hopes and fean; With one set purpose, still In view, Fair Fortune he did fondly woo. At last, his hair all Silvered o’er. He felt he needed something more. And sought love in the old, old way. And sought in vain from day to day.. For love is coy. and love is kind, But those who earnestly would find, Must seek her, all things else Apart, Love loves an undivided heart.

The Hungry Heart.

Give me new love, ye golden hours. To charm dull care awayl I care not for those withered flowers The loves of yesterday. Give me the new light in the eye, The lips I have not kissed. The eager word, the new-horn sigh— The old shall not be missed! I’ll gather me rosebuds while I may, For Spring Is on the hills! And if she takes the rose away I’ll—gather daffodils! Old wine; old friends—l approve— Old books, old songs, old art! But give me this day my dally love, For mine* Is a hungry heart.

The Object of Work.

Loving! What claim to love baa work of mine? Concede piy life were emptied of its gains Po furnish forth and fill work’s strict confine ' - Who works so for the world’s sake—he complains With cause when hate, not love, reward* his pains. [ looked -beyond the world for truth and beauty! ■ought, found and did my duty. M —Browning.

—Leslie’s Weekly.

MEMORIAL TO ALDRICH,

HOUSE OF THE BAD BOY KEPT FOR THE PUBLIC. „..... ■■■■■ Old Nutter Homestead and Its BunSoundings Were Delightfully Described by “Tom Bailey” Himself in the Famous Story.

It was more than forty-three year* ago that Thomas Bailey Aldrich laid down his pen after writing the final words, “So ends the Story of a Bad Boy.” There are few purely story books that have had quite the experience of this one. Ferris Greenslet In his life of Mr. Aldrich says: "In the 40 years that have gone by since then, It has had a constant yearly sale that would be regarded as excellent for a new book.” _ "The book possesses a dual quality," writes Mrs. Aldrich, the widow of the poet, In the Outlook. “It Is a book for children and a story for grownups. I remember Mr. W. W. Story saying to Mr. Aldrich that 'the book was always on a table at the head of his bed, and he'had beguiled many hours with that inimitable story on the nights when he could not sleep? "Mr. Aldrich died In the spring of 1907. In the early summer of that year there was published In the Portsmouth Chronicle a suggestion that the town of Portsmouth should buy the old Nutter house, and keep it as a memorial to her distinguished son, whose eyes had first opened there on sea and sky. The response to that suggestion was quick and earnest “An association was at once formed and Incorporated under the name of the Thomas Bailey Aldrich Memorial —a fund of 110,000 raised by popular subscription, In sums from $1 to 11,000. "The house, which many years ago had passed into alien hands, was boughs and work was at once begun to restore the house and. garden to their former condition, which fortu-' nately could be done, as the heirs gladly gave back all that was taken from It at the death of Grandfather Nutter; the old silver in the sideboard, the china in the closets, even the littlp dresses that were made by loving hands for the first-born.

“Not only are the material things restored, but that which Is much more difficult, the atmosphere of the past, which is so tangible there that the stranger feels impelled to hasten his visit ere the family return and find him. The house stands on a narrow .street at the foot of, which is the Plscataqua river. But the Nutter house and its surroundings are described by Tom Bailey himself delightfully In "The Story of a Bad Boy.’ . “Mr. Aldrich does not speak of the garden, but he has often told me of the inexhaustible territory of pleasure and play It was—at times swarming with Indians, In ambush, behind every bush and tree—then, presto, change! It was transformed Into an English forest through which rode Robin Hood and his men—again the pirates had It—Captain Kidd burying his treasure in the moonlight—Jeanne d’Arc proudly riding on her white steed with banners flying—and here, many times, was solemnized the marriage of Pocahontas and Capt John Smith.

Australian Ranchers.

The squatters In Queensland Australia, are the equivalent of the ranchers in Canada and the United States. They opened up the country and generally acquired enormous holdings, and, after a few years of hardship, lived like princes. Of course, during the droughts they suffer, but on the whole they are a well-to-do class of highly intelligent, well-educated men. The largest station in Queensland is Warenda, 600 square miles. Some of the large stations carry immense flocks of 160,000 to 200,000 sheep, and in goodjseasons their profits are enormous. One pastoral company In Queensland owns 600,000 sheep. The ordinary sheep station carries from 20,000 to 40,000 sheep.

The Difference.

A member of the Anglo-Saxon race seldom discusses his emotions with a stranger; he would consider it indecent to do so. To the Frenchman, on the contrary, lore, with its joys and pains, forms one of the most ordinary subjects of conversation. When it comes to the torments of indigestion and kindred ills, the Anglo-Saxon waxes eloquent, but then the Frenchman is silent. It would be indelicate, he believes, to talk about any physical disorders with which he may chance to be afflicted. This may be the reason why the French are popularly believed to have little experience with dyspepsia.

Saw Death Approaching.

The premonition of Frank Lugar of Lumbervllle, Pa., that he would die at noon on a certain day came true the other morning. Lugar was admitted to the hospital four weeks ago, suffering from some minor trouble. His illness was not considered serious, but because of his prediction the physicians watched him closely on the day he had said he would die. He was in good condition early in the morning and at 11:80 o’clock was talking with the nurses. Fifteen minutes afterward, however, he began to grow pale and weak and died as the clocks were striking twelve. -v

Five Feet of Books.

Parent—What kind of a library have you boys got tn your club? Son (age twelve)—Five feist of dime novels.—Judge’s Library.

AROUND THE AMP FIRE

THREE JIMS OF PETERSBURG •tory of Strange Incident of. Civil Wan—Three Soldiers With Same Given Name Lose Legs. I----. - - .- a-a-Struck by fragments of the same shell, three New York soldiers with the same given name each lost a leg, and the story of "The Three fs Jims’* forms one of the memorable incidents of the siege of Petersburg, Va., June 21, 1864. Judge James A. Lawrence of Tecumseh, the only survivor of thia interesting trio, told the story recently. “The Army of the Potomac had but recently arrived from the bloody battle fields of Wilderness, Spottsylvania and Cold Harbor,” he said. “The Sixth Army corps was in line of battle south of the Appomattox river and th«-Sev-enty-seventh New York lnfantryi*bur regiment, was assigned to the right of the line. “For several hours the Confederates had been shelling our position and we had been replying. James G. Allen,

The Shell Burst.

James E. Barnes and myself, all of Company A, were fighting side by side, our shoulders almost touching. About one o’clock p. m. we saw a big 32pound ifliell coming slowly through the air and knew It would land near us. There was considerable consternation in the company, but we held our position and the shell descended In our ranks and buried itself in the ground. The shock stunned us and in a few seconds the shell burst “We "Three Jims’ were hurled from eight to ten feet fn different directions and all knocked senseless. Allen was thrown on top of the breastworks gfed when picked up his teeth had a deathlike grip on the pipe he had been smoking. : ‘•Col. W. B. French approached and. ordered stretchers brought and Wh were earned back from the field to the temporary hospital. There our limbs were amputated by George T. Stevens, surgeon of the Seventy-sev-enth, assisted by other surgeons. Allen lost bls right leg and Barnes and myself the left. < : "I reached home in Westport, N. in November, 1864, just in time to cast my first vote for Abraham Lincoln, I parted from the other ‘Jlms’ in 1865 and went to Ohio, then came to W braska In 1874. Allen died in 1886 and Barnes September 14, 1890. Barnes and I exchanged letters until his death, and I saw him in 1890 at our regimental reunion at Glover*Ville, N. Y.. where the story of ‘The Three Jims’ was retold.”

A Massachusetts Soldier.

I trust I may refer with propriety to what a member of the Supremo ' court of the United States, a learned judge who carries some of the country’s best blood, and who spilled somn of it on several fields, told me onw evening, before a quietly burning wood fire, of 'an impression made on him at the Wilderness. In the midst of darlfcA: ness and widespread panic, veteran regiments and brigades of the Sixth corps breaking badly, an officer who had only casually gained his atten--tlon called out above the din, in a voice of perfect control: ‘‘Steady,’ steady—Massachusetts!” The gallant regiment steadied, and the incident left, as an enduring memory, the coot voice of an obscure officer still ringing across the vanished years, Morris Schaff in the Atlantic. g Nay, we think, in fact we know, that the final test of the soldier is lyhen the colors move forward or the enemy comes on at them —thank God, for an the tender and Iron-hearted young fellows who have stood It _./

He Roomed With Lincoln.

Henry Brown, ninety-two, a roommate of Abraham Lincoln when the latter was practicing law, died recently, on his farm, near Bloomington, 111. His warm personal friendship with the martyred president continued all through the CiVil whr and a large number of personal letters ant various articles given him by Lincoln, were willed to the State Historical society for the museum at the Staig capitol.