Hope Republican, Volume 2, Number 12, Hope, Bartholomew County, 13 July 1893 — Page 2

hope republican. ; By Jay C. Smith. HOPE INDIANA The salmon trust is the latest (combination or conspiracy to divert funfair profits from the pockets of ithe consumer to the safety deposit vaults of capitalists. The new organization will control the entire \output of the Columbia river canneries. The output will be limited ito 465,000 cans annually and prices will be advanced. Vice-President Stevenson has ■received the degree of L. L. D. from [the college at Danville, Ky., of which he is a graduate. It is said that this honor will be of benefit to Mr. Stevenson in the discharge of his duties as presiding officer of the Senate, but it is difficult to see how so common a title can be of any especial benefit to any man, however gratifying it may be to his vanity. Oh, where are we at, with Grover so fat, and Adlai a doctor of laws, with silver so plenty and money so scanty that traffic has come to a pause? With banks without cash and things going to smash, and wheat that is cheaper than corn, men are prone to be rash and drink sour mash and wish they had never been born. But the clouds will soon clear and the mist disappear from the view that seems doubtful and dim, and soon with a roar tide will turn to the shore, so hasten to “get in the s^im." ! ‘ ‘Necessity is the mother of invention” is an old adage that has seldom had so pecul iar an illustration as the very novel method of changing bank bills that has long been in vogue in Bolivia. Years ago when bank notes were first issued fractional currency was scarce and it became a recognized - custom to tear up the larger notes in order to make change. To such an extent has this practice been carried tha t a perfect bank note of any denomination is a rarity in that country. A de'eree, however, has been issued that after June 30, of this year, mutilated notes will not be redeemed. Holders of notes were warned by legal advertisement to present their old and mutilated bills for redemption before that date, failing in which they must stand the loss. A dairyman near New YefK was for a long time annoyed by his cows returning from pasture at night with full stomachs and empty udders. Strong suspicions were aroused that certain families in the neighborhood were fattening at the "dairyman’s expense, but careful watching failed to detect the offender. Matters became desperate. The profits of the dairy went glimmering into the unknown like deposits in a> Dwigglns bank. Standing recently in a despondent mood by the side of a mill race that ran through the farm, the dairyman saw his favorite cow enter the water until it touched her body. After cooling off the animal emerged from the stream with a fifteen-pound carp hanging to her udder. The fish had absorbed every drop of milk. The mystery was explained. The delightful Frenchmen are still quarreling about the Panama scandal. Longwinded debates occupy the time of the Deputies, and members arise and frantically demand that the Chamber vindicate their injured honor. Mock duels are of frequent occurrence. M. Clemencau is ready to fight all comers and guarantee the personal-safety of the combatants and spectators. Dr. Herz continues too siejk to be extradited and certificates to that effect have been made By his physicians in London. In the meantime the promijieirt men who were convicted and sentenced to imprisonment have been released on technicalities practically without prejudice. So the far ce goes on and no man can safely predict the end. The French are very “funny.” An Indianapolis Shylock who does business under the pseudonym of Chas. G. Ludwig, was sentenced to thirty days imprisonment and firmed $50 for liis share in an outrageous transaction beside which highway •robbery is chivalrous and respectable. A lady borrowed $10 from this

philanthropist (?) giving a chattel mortgage as security. After paying $30 in interest, Ludwig demanded $22 more in order to square the account, sending her a threatening letter to enforce payment. The lady caused his arrest for sending the threatening letter, not having any legal recourse for her financial injuries. The result was so unexpected, the shark’s victims having in the past submitted quietly, that he was overcome and begged for mercy. The court remitted the jail sentence. A London cablegram to the New York World brings the depressing intelligence that the “Blarney stone” now on exhibition at Chicago is a “fake.” The English are actually laughing at our simplicity. No one believed the American people could be so easily fooled. Our consul at Queenstown made a journey to Blarney Castle for the express purpose of satisfying himself, and found the old stone in the exact spot where it has reposed for centuries. This is serious and perhaps sad, and will have a tendency to cast discredit on all foreign exhibits. They will be telling us next that the Duke of Veragua and the Princess Eulalie were “bogus.” Relics, and specimens of the nobility, are worse than useless if not genuine, and the substitution of imitation articles, unless it is so stated and understood, is an insult to the popular intelligence. “Honesty is the best policy,” in this as in other matters. ' A determined and organized effort has been inaugurated in England to protect and promote the rural simplicity of nature’s works, in country—and architectural works of note in town —on rivers or mountains, where the same have been, or are threatened with, the vandal desecrations of enterprising advertisers. The patent medicine advertiser has become a pest in that country, and even in Ireland the lakesidee, and the cliffs and glens of Scotland and Wales, are disfigured with horrible daubs and prints setting forth the virtues of medicines, corn plasters and corsets. Some of the most famous and beautiful scenery in the world is thus disfigured, and it fias been determined to wage a vigorous crusade against the scandalous and unsightly evidences of the ill-advised enterprise of the men whose ideas are so far beneath a correct conception of what is proper and fitting that they would paste a handbill on the dome of St. Paul’s or place a floating signboard in famed Loch Lomond. There is something wrong in a system of jurisprudence that permits the arrest of a man on a charge of murder on the most flimsy evidence and holds him a prisoner for weeks without trial and then tells him to go, as there is no evidence against him. The law grants a man no remedy for such an outrage, or at least if there is it is so difficult to get at that a poor man is practically without recourse. Samuel Girinn, temporarily a visitor at Haughville, was arrested and incarcerated in the Marion county jail for the alleged murder of John Tarpey. Notwithstanding his protestations of innocence and a demand for trial he was kept locked up for two weeks, and was then kindly permitted to go, the theory of the police having been knocked out by the voluntary evidence of a woman implicating a burglar in the Indianapolis city hospital, who subsequently made a full confession. Officers who allow themselves to commit such outrages should be rigorously dealt with, and their victims should have some recourse for the indignities which they may suffer from the over zealous efforts of amateur detectives. , PEOPLE. Riley will bring out some poems in the fall with the title of “Poems at Home.” The only European sovereign older than Queen Victoria is the King of Denmark. The town council of Gueda Springs, Kan., is composed entirely of married women, and the Mayor is also a woman. The Emperor of Russia has very unexpectedly announced his intention of sending the czarewitch to represent the imperial family at the English Royal wedding, having probably been induced to do so by hearing that Prince Henry of Prussia was to attend on the part of Emperor William. <

A PLEA FOR MERCY. Two Types ot Supplicants Before the Throne. Th© Pharisee and Publican—Arrogance and Humility—Dr. Talmagc’s Sermon. Dr. Talmage preached at Brooklyn last Sunday. Subject: “Arrogance and Humility.” Text: Luke xviii, 13, “God be merciful tome, a sinner!” * No mountain ever had a more brilliant coronet than Mt. Moriah. Glories of the ancient temple blazed there. The mountain top was not Originally large enough to hold the temple, and so a wall 600 feet high was erected, and the mountain was built out into that wall. It was at that point that Satan met Christ and tried to persuade Him to cast himself down the 600 feet. The nine gates of the temple flashed the light of silver and gold and Corinthian brass, which Corinthian brass was mere precious stones melted and mixed and crystalized. The temple itself was not so very large a structure, but the courts and the adjuncts of the architecture made it half a mile in circumference. I see two men mounting the steps of the building. , They go side by side; they are very unlike; no sympathy between them —-the one the pharisee, proud, arrogant, pompous, he goes up the steps of the building. He seems by his manner to say: “Clear the track! Never before came up these steps such goodness and consecration.” Beside him was the publican, bent down seemingly with a load on his heart. They reach the inclosure for worship in the midst of the temple. The pharisee goes close up to the gate of the holy of holies. He feels he is worthy to stand there. He says practically. “I am so holy I want to go into the holy of holies. O Lord, I am a very good man. I’m a remarkably good man. Why, two days in the week I eat absolutely nothing, I’m so good. I’m very generous in my conduct toward the poor. I have no sympathy with the common rabble; especially have I. none with this poor, miserable, wretched, commonplace publican who happened to come up the stairs beside me.” The publican went clear to the other side of the inclosure, as far away from the gate of the holy of holies as he could get, for he felt unworthy to stand near the sacred place. And the Bible says he stood afar off. Standing on the opposite side of this inclosure he bows his head, and as orientals when they have any trouble beat their breasts, so he begins to pound his breast as he cries, “God be merciful tome, a sinner!” Now, I put this publican’s prayer under analysis, and I discover in the first place that he was persuaded of hi? sinfulness. He was an honest man, he was a taxgatherer, he was an officer of the government. The publicans were taxgatherers, and Cicero says they were the adornment of the State. Of course they were somewhat unpopular, because people then did not like to pay their taxes any better than people now like to pay their taxes, and there were many who disliked them. Still, I suppose this publican, this taxgatherer, was an honorable man. He had an office of trust. There were many hard things* said about him, and .yet, standing there in that inclosure of the temple amid the demonstrations of God’s holiness and power, he cries out from the very depths of his stricken soul, “God be merciful to me, a sinner!” I know that our souls are dreadfully lost by the work that God has done to save them. Are you a sinner? Suppose you had a commercial agent in Charleston or San Francisco or Chicago, and you were paying him promptly his salary, and you found out, after awhile, that notwithstanding he had drawn the salary he had given nine-tenths of all the time to some other commercial establishment. Why, your indignation would know no bounds. And yet that is just the way we have treated the Lord. He sent us into this world to serve Him. He has taken good care of us. He has clothed us, He has sheltered us, and He has surrounded us with* ten thousand benefactions, and yet many .of us have given nine-tenths of our lives to the service of the world, the flesh and the devil. Why, my friend, the Bible is full of confession, and I do not find anybody is pardoned until he has confessed. Well, say a thousand men in this audience, if I am not to get anything in the way of peace from God in good works, how am I to be saved? ! By mercy. Here I stand to tell *the story —mercy, mercy, long-suffering mercy, sovereign mercy, infinite j mercy, omnipotent mercy, everlast-! ing mercy. Why, it seems in the Bible as if all language were exhausted, as if it were stretched un/til it broke, as if all expression were /struck dead at the feet of prophet

and apostle and evangelist when it tries to describe God’s mercy. But, says some one, you are throwing open that door of mercy too wide. No, I will throw it open wider. I will take the responsibility of saying that if all this audience, instead of being gathered in a semicircle were placed side by side in one long line they could all march right through that wide open gate of mercy. “Whosoever, whosoever.” Oh, this mercy of God. There is no line long enough to fathom it; there is no ladder long enough to scale it; there is no arithmetic facile enough to calculate it; no angel’s wing can fly across it. I push this analysis of the publican’s prayer a step further and find that he did not expect any mercy except by pleading for it. He did not fold his hands together as some do, saying, “if I am to be saved, I’ll be saved; if I’m to be lost, I’ll be jost, and there is nothing for me to do.” He knew what was worth having was worth asking for; hence this earnest cry of the text, ‘ God be merciful to me, a sinner!” It was an earnest prayer, and it is characteristic of all bible prayers that they were answered. The blind man, “Lord, that I may receive my sight;” the leper, “Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean;” sinking Peter, “Lord save me;” the publican, “God be merciful to me, a sinner!” But if you come up with the tip of your fingers and tap at the gate of mercy it will not open. You have got to have the earnestness of the warrior who, defeated and pursued, dismounts from his lathered steed and with gauntleted fists pounds at the palace gate. Another characteristic of the prayer of the publican was, it had a ring of confidence. It was not a cry of despair. He knew he was going to get what he asked for. He wanted mere}'. He asked for it, expecting it. And do you tell me, O man, that God has provided this salvation and is not going to let you have it? If a man builds a bridge across a river, will ho not let people go over it? If a physician gives a prescription to a sick man, will he not let him take'it? If an architect puts up a building, will he not let people in it? If God provides salvation, will he not let you have it? Oh, if there be a pharisee here, a man who says; I am all right. My past life has been right. I don’t want the pardon of the gospel, for I have no sin to pardon, let me say that while that man is in that mood there is no peace for him, there is no pardon, no salvation, and the probability is he will go down and spend eternity with the lost pharisee of the text. But if there be here one who says I want to be better; I want to quit my sins: my life has been a very imperfect life; how many things have I said that I should not have said; how many things I have done I should not have done; I want to change my life; I want to begin now; let mo say to such a soul God is waiting, God is ready, and you are near the kingdom, or rather you have entered it, for no man says I am determined to serve God and surrender the sins of my life; here, now, I consecrate myself to the Lord Jesus Christ, who died to redeem me —no man from the depth of his soul says that but he is already a Christian. Oh, are there not many who can say this prayer, “God be merciful to me a sinner!” While I halt in the sermon will you all utter it? I do not say audibly, but utter it down in the depths of your soul’s consciousness. Yes, the sigh goes all through the galleries, it goes all through the pews, it goes all through these aisles, sigh after sigh—God be merciful to me, a sinner! Have you all uttered it? No, there is one soul that has not uttered it—too proud to utter it. O Holy Spirit, descend upon that one heart! Yes, he begins to breathe it now. No bowing of the head yet, no starting tear yet, but the prayer is beginning —it is born. God be merciful to me, a sinner! Have all uttered it? Then I utter it myself, for no one in all the house needs to utter it more than my own soul—God bo merciful to me, a sinner! No End to His Sermon. London Tid Bits. An old Scotch lady, who lived at a considerable distance from the parish church, was in the habit of driving over to the service. Her coachman, wjien ho thought the service nearly at an end, would slip out quietly for the purpose of having the carriage ready by the time the service was ended. One Sunday John returned to church, and after hanging around the door for some time, became impatient, and popping in his head saw that the minister harangued as hard as over. Creeping down the aisle to his mistress, he whispered in her ear: “Is he no dune yet?” “Dune! he’s dune half an hour since, but he’ll no stop!” she answered impatiently. Looking the wrong way through operaglasp j is an object-lesson that will lessen an tot in appearance.

London suppl restaurants in ' and vegetables l sold. Miss May tary of the Lond ciety, is coming i vert us to that so', j The Queen of til puted to be one oi performers on the \ cently her chief lad came a nun the Qua presented the postm and then played a so to the great delight, who thronged the con

A BONNET OP THE HOUR,

Miss Bascom, who has just won her degree of Ph. D. in geology from Johns Hopkins University, has had many offers to teach her specialty in schools and colleges, and' 1 ' ~i finally accepted a chair in a- coll I in Columbus, Ohio. She has just 1 ] turned to Baltimore from a scion’ trip to the mountains of Virgin!: One of the pretty summer wa is made of a pale green chambi trimmed with narrow white was ble ribbon. The upper part is < v -

Actively draped with a pelernie arranged in folds. About the waist is a belt of green ribbon laid in folds and fastened with a white ribbon rosette, A pretty outdoor costume for a little girl is shown in the illustration. The bonnet may be made in muslin, percale, pique or silk. It has a deep cape an$ the ruffle which overarches the brow has shirring be yond it in an effect imitating the “old-tim” calfish. The crown is full

The jpoat has full sleeves and a short cuff. The skirt falls in straight folds from the top and has a deep ruffle of darned net above it. The materials include all the lightweight woolens, as also striped or plaid silk', cashmere ar the spotted India or China silk. A trailing ribbon decorates the back. The eolar is flat and fequaro. i