Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 16 August 1889 — Page 2

THE REPUBLICAN.

Published by

W. S. MONTGOMERY.

GREENFIELD. INDIANA

THE Shah 'will probably not visit Constantinople on his return to Persia, because he is unable to settle about his reception by the Sultan. The latter is accustomed to receive all foreign visitors of distinction witfiin the walls of Yildiz Kiosque, but it was claimed on behalf of the Shah that he should be received in state by the Sultan at the railway station, or at a landing stage on the Bosphorus. The Sultan's party don't

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THE food coESumea on one of the large steamships from New York to Liverpool was as follows: Nine thousand five hundred pounds of beef, 4,000 pounds of mutton, 900 pounds of lamb, 256 pounds of veal, 150 pounds of pork, 140 pounds of pickled legs of pork, 600 pounds of corned tongues, 700 pounds of corned beef, 2,000 pounds of fresh fish, 50 pounds of calves' feet, 17 pounds of calves' heads, 450 fowls, 240 spring chickens, 120 ducks, 50 turkeys, 50 eeese, 600 squabs, 300 tins of sardines, 300 plovers, 175 pounds of sausages, 1,200 pounds of ham, 500 pounds of bacon, 10,000 eggs. 2,000 quarts of milk, 700 pounds of butter, 410 pounds of coffee, 87 pounds of tea, 900 pounds of sugur, 100 pounds of rice, 200 pounds of barley, 100 jars of jam and jelly, 50 bottles of pickle?, 500 bottles of sauces, 10 barrels of apples, )4 boxes of lemons 18 boxes of oranges, 6 tons of potatoes, 24 barrels of flour.

SOME

visitors were going through cue

of the public schools. The teacher of one of the classes stood up the pupils to show off in a recitation in history. It was a rapid cross fire of question and answer about the dates of battles in the Revolutionary war, and the visitors listened with interest and in silence. The last query put by the teacher was addressed to an intelligent, bright faced little girl in a blue dress. The teacher asked: "When was the battle of Yorktown, Sueie?" "1781," promptly replied Susie. Then one of the visitors put a query to Susie. It was: "And what was the battle about, and where was it fought?" "I don't know, ma'am. We won't have that in our lesson till next year," responded Susie promptly and unabashed, and as if it were not fair to expect a little girl like her to know more than the dates of battles. This is a earn pie of the instruction in history given in the New York public school svstem.

From a Corpse to a Tigress.

A traveler from the wilds of Ivwangai has told us the following weird story: A native's wife was taken very ill, and before she died she told her husband (with whom she had lived on the best of terms, bearing one son): "I have a secret to confide to you, which I never told before for your sake and the child's. When I die do not nail up my coffin, but leave it for a time out on the mountain. Have two live fowls ready in the house, for after I have been dead a hundred days I will return to the realm of living1 men for a timo and come back to our home. Fear not, but if I make for the child, offer me the two fowls, and say that you yourself will send the infant, and that I need not be anxious that between the dead and the living a gulf is fixed, and I should rest among the departed and not come back to trouble the child. I will look at you fixedly for a spell, take the fowls, strangle them and begone. never to return. My body will not lie down again in its coffin, but will be transformed into a living tiger, and if hereafter you come out to the place and see the clothing lying by the coffin you will know that my word3 have come true." Holding her husband's hand she expired. The ghost appeared at due date, did "as the living wife had foretold and disappeared in the jungle, and when the man visited the coffin some days after he found the cast off clothes, and wept when ho thought of their former happy life together and her strange fate. While indulging his tears he saw a tigress stalk from the jungle and knew it was his wife transformed into a new existence. Gently he stroked its striped back and with a melancholy roar it bounded away. No deed of blood was ever known to be wrought by this most gentle of tigresses on the mountain, and the child has grown up and prospers.—San Francisco Chronicle.

Bridge Over t!ie Indus.

The Sukkur or Lansdowno bridge, recently erected over the River Indus, has a main span made ud of two cantilevers of 310 feet each and a suspended truss of 200 feet making a total apan of 820 feet, the longest of its character in ihe world. The Indian Engineer says that in this long span, weighing 3,300 tons, the expansion between the abutments amounts to nearly 8 inches, and the nose of the cantilever moves horizontally up and down stream about 2 inches in the course of each day as the one side or the other of the bridge is exposed to the direct rays of the sun. This bridge has, beside the great span, three others of 278 feet, 238 feet,and 94h feet respectively, of ordinary girders resting on piers founded on the rock. Work was commenced in 1883-4, and all except the main span was finished in March, 1885. The staging for the main span was started January 18, 1889 and was finished January 30 erection was commenced February 5. Tho engineer was Sir A. M. Rendel, and tho builders were Westwood & Baillie, of Poplar, London. The total cost of the whole bridge was $1,528,800. It carries the Indian State Railway, over Ihe Indus River.

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DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON,

HOWEVER STRONG MAY BE THE HABIT OF DRUNKENNESS,

There is a Cure in the Blood and Gospel of Christ—Rev. T. DeWitt Talage's Sermon at Helena, Mont.,

Last Sunday.

Dr. Talmage's text was, "Who Slew A1 These?" II. Kings, x., 10. "Drunkenness, the Nation's Curse," was his subject. He said:

I see a long row of baskets coming up toward the palace of King Jeliu. I am somewhat inquisitive to find out what is in the baskets. I look in and I find the gory heads of seventy slain Princes. As tha baskets arrive at the gate of the palace, the heads are thrown into two heaps, one on either side of the gate. In the morning the King comes out, and he looks upon tho bleeding, ghastly heads of the massacred Prineos. Looking on either side of the gate, he cries out, with a ringing emphasis, "Who slew all these?"

We have, my friends, lived to see a more fearful massacre. There is no use of my taking your time in trying to give you statistics about the devastation and ruin and the death which strong drink has wrought in this country. Statistics do not seem to mean anything. We are so hardened under these statistics that the fact that 50,000 more men are slain or 50.000 men less are slain seems to make no positive impression on the public mind. Suffice it to say that intemperance has slain an innumerable company of Princes—the children of God's r-oyal family and at the gate of every neighborhood there are two heaps of the slain, and at the gate of this nation there are two heaps of the slain. When I look upon the desolation I am almost frantic with the scene, while I cry out, "Who slew all these T' I can answer that question in half a minute. The ministers of Christ who have given no warning, the courts of law that have iriven the licensure, the women who give strong drink on New Year's Day, the fathers and mothers who have ruin on the sideboard, the hundreds of thousands of Christian men and women in the land who are stolid in their indifference on this subject—they slew all these! propose in this discourse to tell you what 1 think are the sorrows and the doom of the drunkard, so that you to whom I speak may not come to the torment.

Some one says: You had better let those subjects alone." Why,mybrethren, we are glad to let them alone if they would let us alone but when I have in my pocket now four requests saying: "Pray for my husband. pray for my son,-pray for my brother, pray for my brother who is a captive of strong drink." I reply, we are ready to let that question alone when it is willing to let us alone :but when it stands blocking up tho way to heaven, and keeping multitudes away from Christ and heaven, I dare not bo silent lest the Lord require their blood at tny hands.

I think the subject has been kept back very much by the merriment people make over those slain by strong drink. I used to be very merry over those things, having a keen sense of the ludicrous. There was something very grotesque in the gait of a drunkard. It is not so now, for I saw in one of the streets of Philadelphia a sight that changed the whole subject to me. There was a young man being led home. He was very much intoxicated—he was raving with intoxication. Two young men were leading him along. The boys hooted In the street, men laughed, women sneered but I happened to be very near the door where he went in—it was the door of his father's house. "TDI saw him go upstairs. I heard him shouting, hooting and blaspheming. He had lost his hat, and the merriment increased with the mob until he came up to the door, and as the door was opened hi3 mother came out. When I heard her cry that took all the comedy away from thj scene. Since that time, when I see a man walking through the streets, reeling, the comedy is ail gone and it is a tragedy of tears and groans and heart-breaks. Never make any fun around me about the grotesquene'ss of a drunkard*. Alas for his home!

The first suffering of the drunkard is the loss of his good name. God has so arranged it that no man ever loses his good name except through his own act. All the hatred of men and all the assaults of devil can not destroy a man's good name if he really maintains his integrity. If a man is indus? trious and pure and Christian, God looks after him. Although he may be bombarded for twenty or thirty years, his integrity i$ never lost and his good name is neve# sacrificed. No force on earth or in hell can capture such a Gibraltar. But when it is said of a man, "He drinks," and it can be proved, then what employer wants him for workman What store wants him for a clerk? What church wants him for a member? Who will trust him? What dying man would appointhim his executor? llo may have been forty years in building up bis reputation—it goes down. Letterf of recommendation, the backing up of business firms, a brilliant ancestry can not save him. The world shies off. Why? It is whispered all through the community, "He drinks he drinks." That blasts him. When a man loses his reputation for sobriety he might as well be at the bottom of the sea. There are men here who have there good name as their only capital. You are now achieving your own livelihood under God, by your own right arm. Now look out that there is no doubt of youn sobriety. Do not crcate any moral suspi-j cion by going in and out of immoral places, or by any odor of your breath, or by any glare of your eye, or by any unnatura} flush of your cheek. You can not afford it, for your good name is your only capital, anil when that is blasted with the reputa, tion of taking strong drink, all is gone.

Another loss which the inebriate suffers is that of self-respect. Just as soon as a man wakes up and finds that he is the captive of strong drink he feels demeaned. I do not care how reckless he acts. He may say, "I don't care he does care. He can not look a pure man in the eye, unless it is with positive force of resolution. Threefourths of his nature is destroyed his selfrps?ect gone he says things he would not Otherwise say, he does things he would not otherwise do. When a man is nine-tenths gone with strong drink, the first thing he wants to do is to persuade you that he can stop any time he wants to. He can not. The Philistines have bound him hand and foot, and shorn his locks, and put out his eyes, and are making him grind in the mill of a great horror. He can not stop. I will prove it. He knows that his course is bringing disgrace and ruin upon himself. He loves himself. If he coittd stop ha would. He knows his course is bringing ruin upon his family. He loves them. He would stop if lie could. He can not. Perhaps lie could three months orp year ago: not now. Just ask him to stoii for a month. He can not: he knows he caa not so ho does not try. I had a friend who for filtee* years was going down under this evil habit He had lar?e means. He had given thousands of dollars to Bible societies and reformatory institutions of all sorts. lie was very genial and very generous and very lovable, and whenever he ta.ked about this evil habit he would say. "I can stop any time." But he kept going on, going on, down, down, down. His family would say. "I wish you would stop." "Why," he would reply, "I can stop any time if I want to." After a while he had delirium tremens he had it twice and yet after that he said. "I could stop at any time if I wanted to." He is dead now. What killed him! Rum! Rum! And yet among his last utterances was, "I can stop any time." He did not stop it, because he could not Btop it. Oh, there is a point in inebriation beyond which, if a man goes, he can not stop! One or these victims, said to a Christian man: "Sir, if I were told that I

couldn't get a drink until to-morrow night unless I had all my fingers cut off, I would say: "Bring the hatchet and cut them off now. I have a dear friend in Philadelphia, whose nephew came to him one day, and when he was exhorted about his evil

habit, said: "Uncle, I can't give it up. If there stood a cannon, and it was loaded, and a glass of wine sat on the mouth of thai ,,

I go on aud say that the inebriate suffers from the loss of physical health. The older men in the congregation may remember that some years ago Dr. Sewell went through this country and electrified tho people by his lectures, in which he showed the effects of alcohol on the human stomach. He had seven or eight diagrams by which he showed the devastation of strong drink upon the physical system. There were thousands of people that turned back from that ulcerous sketch, swearing eternal abstinence from everything that could intoxicate.

Oh, is thci'e any thins? that will so destroj a man for this life and damn him for the life that is to come! I hate that strong drink. With all the concentrated energies of my soul, I hate it. Do you tell me that a jnan can be happy when ho knows that he is breaking his wife's heart and clothing his children with rags! Why, there are ou the streets of our cities to-day little children barefooted, uncombed and unkempt want on every patch of their faded dress and on every wrinkle of their prematurely old countenances, who would have been in churches to-day, and as well clad as you are but for the fact that rum destroyed their parents and drove them into the grave. Oh, rum, thou foe of God, thou despoiler of homes, thou recruiting officer of the pit, I abhor tli.ee!

But my subject takes a deeper tone, and that is that the inebriate suffers from tha less of his soul. The Bible intimates that in the future world, if we ai*e unforgiven here, our bad passions and appetites, unrestrained, will go along with us and make our torment there. In the future world, I do not believe that it will be the absence of God that will make the drunkard's sorrow I do not believe that it will be the absence of light I do not believe that it will be the absence of holiness. I think it will be the absence of strong drink.

Oh! "look not upon the wine 'when it is red, when it moveth itself aright in the cup, for at the last it biteth like a serpent and it stingeth like an adder."

But I want in conclusion to say one thing personal, for I do not like a sermon that has no personalties in it. Perhaps this has not had their fault already. I want to say to tqose who are the victims of strong drink that while I declare that there was a point beyond which a man could not stop, I want to tell you that while a man can not stop in his own strength, the LoriJ God, J^r ^iis grace can help him to stop at any time. Years ago I was in a room in New York where there were many men who had been reclaimed from drunkenness. I heard their testimony, and for the first time in my life there flashed out a truth I never understood.

They said: "We were victims of strong drink. We tried to give it up, but always failed but somehow, since we gave our hearts to Christ, he has taken care of us." I believe that the time will soon come when the grace of God will show its power here not only to save man's soul, but his body, and reconstruct, purify, elevate and redeem it. I verily believe that, although you feel grappling at the roots of your tongues an almost omnipotent thirst, if you will this moment give your heart to God he will help you, by His grace, to conquer. Try it. It is your last chance. I have looked off upon the desolation. Sitting under my ministry there are people in awful peril from strong drink, and, judgingifrom ordinary circumstances, there is not one chance in five thousand that they will get clear of it. I see men in this congregation to whom I must make the remark that if

Ditln'* Oct Any Lilwrfy.

"Liberty! Tahc of liberty in this co.iitry!" he sneered as he was asked how lie enjoved himself on the Fourth. "Didn't you gc all the liberty there was?" "llumpl The ba.dcs were shut, all public bui~«r'"gM closed and all business suspended, sat down on my varanda expecting to have a peaceful, enjoyable time ••Well?" "Well, it wasn't 10 o'clock before a collector can.*, up with a bill, and before night four oi them had been there, and they were ail on outlawed debts at that! Fi«e-2om. Liberty! Bah!"— Detroit Free

The long handled double eyeglasses now used so much by ladies seem to empower them with the privilege to stare.

cannon, and I knew that you would fire it weeu the past and present of Amerioff just as I came up and took the glass, I :an politics. would start, for I must have it." Oh, it is a sad thing for a man to wake up in this life and feel that he is a captive. He says: "I could have got rid of this once, but I can't now. I might have lived an honorable life and died a Christian death but there is no hope for me now there is no escape for me. Dead, but not buried. I am an apparition of what I once was. I am a caged immortal, beating against the wires of my cage in this direction and in that direction beat against the cage until there is blood on the wires and blood upon my soul, yet not able to get out. Destroyed, without remedy!" I go further and say that the inebriate suffers from the loss of his usefulness. Do you not recognize the fact that many of those who are now captives of strong drink only a little while ago were foremost in the churches and in the reformatory institutions! Do you not know that sometimes they knelt in they family circle Do you know that they prayed in public, and some of them carried around the holy wine on sacramental days? Oh, yes, they stood in the very front rank, but they gradually fell away. And now- what do you suppose is the feeling of such a man as that, when he thinks of his dishonored vows and the dishonored sacrament—when he thinks of what he might have been and what he is now Do such men laugh and seem very merry? Ah there is down in the depths of their soul a very heavy weight.

they do not change their course, within ten troublous times determined him to quit years they will, as to their bodies, lie down in drunkards' graves and as to their souls, lie down in a drunkard's perdition. I know that it is an awful thing to say, but I can't help saying it. Oh, beware! You have not yet been captured. Beware! As ye open the door of your wine closet to-day, may that decanter flash out upon you. Beware! and when you pour the beverage into the glass, in the foam at the top, in white letters, let there be spelled out to your soul, "Beware!" When the books of judgment, are open, and ten million druukards come up to get their doom, I want you to bear witness that I to-day, in the fear of God, and in the love for your soul, told you with all affection, and with all kindness, to beware of that which has already exerted its influence upon your family, blowing out some of its lights—a premonition of the blackness of darkness forever. Oh, if you could only hear this moment, intemperance Avitli drunkard's bones drumming on the head of the wine cask the dead march of immortal souls, methinlis the very glance of a wine cup would make you shudder, and the color of the liquor would make you think of the soul, and the foam on the top of the cup would remind you of the froth on the maniac's lip, and you would go home from this service and kneel down and pray God that, trather than your children should become captives of this evil habit you would like to carry them out some bright spring day to tho cemetery am' ut them away to the last sleep, until at the call of the south wind the flowers would come up all over the grave—sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God has a balm for such a wound but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?

HE WAS A REMARKABLE MAN.

Notable Work Accomplished by Mr. Cameron During His Long Career.

Simon Cameron was by far the most Interesting1 and picturesquo link be-

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Age brought neither decrepitude of body nor of mind to him, nor did it shill the warmth of kindhcartedness ihat made him a marked character imong public men during the many fears of his political career. The world and Simon Cameron were always [riends. He had his contests and his itruggles in public life like any other »f the statesmen whose names have run through the country's history, especially for the last half century, but the quiet and happiness of his declining years were embittered by no enmities that time has not mellowed and years mollified.

Ho was left ail orphan at an early ige and he began life amid surroundings that gave no promise of future fortune. Pie lived to be the possessor If great wealth, for his property is said to figure up more than $4,0U0,)00, »,nd he retained, even unto the latest his days, a love for the good things Df life and its sunshine that made the blessings enjoyablo with which his well-merited wealth supplied him.

He was a printers apprentice at 9 years of age and he labored along as most boys do even to this day, who have cast their lot in the ofiicc of a Struggling, poverty-stricken country weekly. He saved some money aud at 21 he was editor of a little paper in Doylestown, Pa., and a couple oi years afterward moved to Harrisburg in a uke capacity, where the field was wider and the chances for becoming inown and recognized among the lead»rs of political thought ir. Pennsylvania were much greater than they ire there to-day.

Harrisburg was the center of politisal thought and activity for the great state. The combinations of interests ihat were to control the commonwealth ind stretch out their influences over She country at la,rge wore in those days largely formed in that city, and the foung editor soon became recognized is a growing power among the new aien in politics.

The first session of congress which Jameron ever witnessed dealt with tariff. In those days Calhoun was a protectionist and young Cameron became his warm admirer and wrote lome to his Pennsylvania friends urglg them to favor the southern statesma, n. Shortly after this he returned :o Harrisburg and bought the paper on which he had set his first type.

Out of the democratic opposition to the demand for "protection" was born new party—the national republic. A.t the head of this were Adams and Clay. In 1824 young Cameron zealously advocated the nomination of Calhoun, but consented, of course, to support Gen. Jackson when he became the nominee. During the exciting events of this memorable contest Cam8ron became state printer and took an active part the opposition to the ^galition of Adorns and Qay. Being a public contractor he came frequently in contact with Clay while the other tvas secretary of state. Calhoun was still his favorite statesman, however, ind tho latter's scheme of public improvement by the general government was warmly advocated by the young man. At length Calhoun abandoned lis position, not only on this point but on the tariff also.

Cameron saw the bitter tariff fight Df 1828, when the democrats, uniting with Jackson, wiped out the national republicans and Mr. Adams in revenge for the "odious bargain" between the latter and Clay. In the following year Cameron was made adjutant-general of the state as a recognition of his promptness and success in quelling a mob near Harrisburg, and this brought him into closer relations with public men and public life.

What he saw of politics during those

public life and he took a contract to build the Lake Ponchartrain canal. His men went by soa, but he took his tools by steamer from Pittsburg. Before the job was half done he returned to Washington at the request of Jackson's secretary of war, Gen. Eaton.

Jackson had said that he didn't want a second term, but he had changod his mind. He wanted the help of the best men he could find and thought it beat to keep Cameron near at hand. Jackson got over the difficulty of having refused a second term by the adroitness of his lieutenants, who had the state legislatures request him to run again. The scheme succeeded and an overwhelming public enthusiasm for Old Hickory was created. Jackson objected to havingf Calhoun renominated with him as vice-presi-dent. Hitherto the nominee for president had nominated his assistant, but for the first time the matter was taken in charge by a convention. In all of this work Cameron was a prominent figure.

In 1832 Mr. Cameron headed the Pennsylvania delegation to Baltimore ftt the first national convention ever held in this country. It marked a freat departure in the methods of political parties and nominated Van Buren. That same year the contest upon tariff questions was. renewed with great bitterness. The question Df state sovereignty became a dangerous one and received its serious rebukes.

After the danger of civil war had been averted for a time by Clay's compromise and affairs assumed a quiet aspect Mr. Cameron left Washington and went into the banking business at Middletnwn. But it was impossible /or a man with aiert political Instincts to be long quiet in such times.

The birth of tho whig party in 1838 caused an excitement that every man felt the influence of. It was far tho strongest opponent that the democracy had ever had. But being a. party made for men rather than ideas—a party which interested itself more in negations than in creations—it needed but a little time to die. To be sure it elected Harrison in 1810, but the nomination of Tyler, who dealt treacherously by it, killed it.

The effects of Clay's compromise

bill began to be felt and the hot and curious campaigns forced the false attitude of the southern states into prominence and revealed the unfortunate financial condition of the country. In the midst of it all the whig party disclaimed its natural leader, Clay,but even this measure would not save it, and indeed hastened its death.

In 1842 another acrimonious discussion of tariff difficulties took place and a strong revenue bill, highly protective in its nature, was passed. The whig party tried to rally again and once more made Clay their idol, but the contest of 18-14 with Polk for the democracy was an unequal one.

Cameron came out at his best in this campaign. He fought Polk and Dallas in every way possible, ridiculed their pretended attitude on the tariff question, and tried to push Buchanan. When Polk was elected Buchanan was chosen secretary of state.

Although Cameron had helped Buchanan into the senate their friendship ended at this timo. The manner in which it ended is rather amusing. Mr. Buchanan went to Mr. Cameron and said: "Cameron, Mr. Polk has tendered me the position of secretary of state in his cabinet what would you do about it?-' "Why ask me?" Mr. Cameron replied. "You have already made up your mind to accept it?" "Then who will succeed me as senator?" asked. Mr. l'uchanan. "I think Simon Cameron will," said the other.

They were never friends afterward. Doubtless Buchanan had a candidate of his own. Mi1. Cameron was elected to the senate on the high-tariff platform against Judge Woodward, who represented free trade.

During that period the Mexican war was fought and the most radical mcrsures taken concerning tariff which the country had ever known. Calhoun lent his eloquence to free trade and against all that figures could show or experience demonstrate the senate was a tie on the question, and tho vicc-presidcnt, Dallas, who was ambitious for a high seat, cast his vote for the tariff of 1846. Cameron was furious and railed at the democratic party for betraying its trust.

Once more the opposition rallied and elected Gen. Tayior, a president who committed many follies in spite of the brilliant congress back of him. His mistakes gave the next eloction to the democrats, with Pierce for president.

The breach between the north and eouth was steadily widening and added to the questions of economies that of slavery. The senate might have been a theater, so dramatic were its scenes, and over it the atmosphere of inevitable tragedy hung like a pall. The republican party, embodying all of the dignity of tho old democracy, sprang into life. Its vitality and growth were phenomenal. Cameron held it up in its best light. He made it picturesque. He filled it with sentiment. He made it heroic.

Lincoln was its representative. Ho hastened to appeal to his party to annul the tariff bill thon in force. He not only had to find means" to restore national credit, but also to raise the funds necessary for war. Cameron became Lincoln's secretary of war. His attitude in that position was stern and inflexible. He was always Lincoln's friend, and later, after he had ceased to be secretary of war, he helped Lincoln against the conspiracies which were seething in the senate and suggested that Lincoln secure his renomination by having the state legislatures petition his renomination. Cameron saw that Pennsylvania was the first state to pledge itself for Lincoln's renomination.

From that time to this Senator Cameron has steadily and quietly stood by the republican party. His opinions have been held in the highest esteem, and have been quoted with confidence. Of recent years he has lived in his library—two long rooms which run the length of his house—a solid, hospitable old homestead fronting tho Susquehanna.

He has been president of five different railroads leading out of Harrisburg, nearly all built and operated under his direction.

He was eminently a man of liesure, yet he had few idle hours in those long, book-lined rooms, but attended himself to his business affairs and hi a extensive social correspondence.

Why Alfred Went to School. A little bit of precocity who is just experiencing his first season at school, and looking forward to vacation, does not take kindly to the educational restraints imposed during school hours. A lively mite of mischievous humanity, ho does not prove as amenable to discipline as the teacher would like, and the other day the teacher, grown out of patience with his frequent infractions of school rules, called him to her and said, somewhat sternly: "Alfred, what do you suppose you attend school for?" "To kaep me out of mischief at home, so ma says," was the prompt and candid re )onse.—Boston Budget.

Misdirected Energy.

He was a society dude of the first water, and he had been boring liei for an hour with his insipidity "You—ah admi—ah self-made men, don't yer, Miss Winthrop?" he drawlingly asked. "Very much, sir," she said. "Aw, thanks. You regward me as self-made, don't yer?" "I do, sir. You must have made yourself, for you certainly are no! what God intended you to be."—Detroit Free Press.

sircci Hallways.

The first street railway was operated io 18o2 from New York to Harlem. It did not appear in Boston until 18.36. The first "horse-car" line was opened

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the Baltimore & Ohio line prior to the introduction of the steam engine, but was not designated as a street railway. From acompv ralivcly recent beginning a vast •nterprise has sprung up today there are 25,000 cars in use in the streets of cities in the United States, requiring the services of 180,000 horses.

"BE G0EEA, I SAVED THE STAES.'5

A Story that Made Every Listener Spring to His Feet. "I was present not long ago," said the colonel, "at a banquet where an old army officer of English antecedents was on the programme to speak to the sentiment, 'The Irish in the Union army—courageous and loyal Americans, they were as true as th\e truest, as brave as the bravest.' This puzzled me greatly. Why should an American of English descent be called upon to compliment the Irish-Americans? I did not understand the situation until my friend, one of the hard fighters of the war, arose to speak. Iiis speech was simply a little story, and yet it stirred me as few speeches ever did. "My friend of English antecedents sat near the center of along table. Almost opposite hiin sat a stoutly built man who would have been handsome but for the fact that his eyes were sightless. This blind man received little attention except from the men who sat on either side of him. both of whom were Irishmen and strangers to ihe majority of the guests. When the toast was read, speaking in such enthusiastic terms of the Irish soldiers of the war, their faces flushed, ana they sat erect, looking straight across at the man who was to respond. "My first surprise was in the manner of the speaker. I knew him to be one of the coolest and most unexciteable of men, but as he rose to his feet I saw that he was controlled by strong emotion. He stood for a minute looking down the line at the table, as if studying the thoughts of every man present. Then he began in a quiet tone saying that when this toast was assigned to him he was puzzled. to know why he should be selected above all others to speak of Irish courage in the Union army. "He had said as much to his wife, but as he said it there came to his mind an incident of his army life that made the whole matter clear to him. Then he proceeded to relate tho story of his experience at the turning point of'one of*the fiercest battles of the war. In the midst of a hand-to-do contest, when everything depended on every man doing his be.-t, he reeieved a blow that sent him headlong to the ground. When he regained consciousness he realized that a terrific struggle was being fought to the death above him. "The first objects to catch his eye were two sturdy legs in blue—the legs of some one standing astride of him. The owner of the legs seemed to be bending this way and that to shield the prostrate officer from blows that were falling on his own devoted head. The fight was over the flag, which was torn in fragments as the men struck and cut at each other in the fury of their wild excitement, but, happen what might, the one man standing astride the captain never moved his feet. The captain did not know who this stout defender was until in answer to a demand to surrender there came in Irish bogue, 'To hill wid you!' "He realized then that Pat McBride was lighting against odds for the flag and his captain. lie realized, too, as blood came dropping down in his face, that Pat was sorely wounded. He knew this when in a few minutes he was dragged out from tho heap of wounded and saw Pat fall down from loss of blood. They found wadded into Pat's blouse that part of the flag containing the stars, and Pat's only remark, as they strove to revive him, was, 'Be gorra, I saved the stars'— stars, alas, that he could never sea again. "This was in brief the stor but it was told by a man who felt every word, and was told so dramatically that at its close nearly every man at the table was standing on liis feet. As the speaker went on to pay his tribute to the man who had saved his life, and pictured him as the ideal of soldierly courage and'loyaltv, the blind man stood like one entranced, and as the speaker dosed, he plunged across tho table, reckless of glass and china, and with a howl of exultation, threw his arms about his old captain. "The scene that followed was simply indescribable. The story called out all the demonstrativoness of the Irish nature. The speaker was overwhelmed with congratulations and thanks. Listening to what was said, to other stories that this one story called out, I understood why the officer of English anteedents had been selected to speak of the courage and spirit of the men of Irish descent in tho union army," Chiccgo Inter Ocean.

A Neat Retort.

The late Pelcg W. Chandler, who was hard of hearing, was one of- the most effective of war-time speakers. Every occasion illustrated his eloquence, and one demonstrated the quickness his repartee. At one meeting ho was frequently interruptfed by a blackguard at tho rear of tho hall, who kept shouting: ••Why don't you go yourself?"

For a time Mr. Chandler's deafness prevented him from catching the exact nature of tho interruption of which he had been for some time conscious. At last Mr. Chandler caught the words oi the disturber. Then in the mildesl accents, which emphasized the /orc^oi the words, he said: "Young man, if my ears were as good as yours, and as loug as yours, 1 shouldn't be here tonight!"—Boston Transcript