Hope Republican, Volume 2, Number 23, Hope, Bartholomew County, 28 September 1893 — Page 2

HOPE REPUBLICAN. By Jay C. Smith. HOPE INDIANA of September “Fresh vaccine virus.” Seven States in all hold general elections in November—Iowa, Maryland, Massachusetts, Mississippi, New York, Ohio and Virginia. One million paid admissions to the World’s Fair is the record of last week. But one other Internationa! Exposition has surpassed this—the Paris Exhibition of*1889. At the Centennial and also at Paris the attendance was increased with each month, and there is every reason to suppose that each succeeding week will show increased gate receipts until the close of the Fair. The receipts will exceed those of the Paris exposition, the admission to that fair being but one franc or about twenty cents. Naturally the management of the World’s Columbian Exposition feel encouraged as to the final outcome «f the enterprise which has taxed their energies to the utmost, and on the success of which they have staked so much. That was a most remarkable gathering at Chicago last Sunday when representatives of nearly all religions met at the First Presbyterian Church in that city. Five Buddhist priests assisted at the orthodox Christian service, and there were present theologians of nearly all the creeds known to civilization or barHebrews, Buddhists. Calvinists, Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Unitarians, Mohammedans, Confucians, and so on throughout the list. These people, all wanting to go to heaven, but differing as to the most desirable and practicable route, were drawn to Chicago by the parliament of religions born of the Columbian Exposition, and if they succeed in escaping from that seething vortex of sin with any remnants of their creeds in presentable condition it will certainly be conceded that their religions have a foundation of a substance more substantial ! than the “staff” of which the wonderful structures of Jackson Park are composed. The world moves, and the dime novel of our boyhood, replete with Indian scouts, trappers, dead loads of game and an occasional maid of ravishing beauty and wondrous charms, interspersed with the most blood-curdling and horrible cruelty and bloodshed, has been replaced by the 5-cent detective novelette that thrills its readers with impossible crimes filled with improbable scoundrels giving to the wonderful hero an unheard of reward for his superhuman shrewdness in running down crimes wherein he is shown to be himself an adept. Recent investigation has shown that there are six firms engaged in the business in New York city, and their combined production is 200,000 volumes of blood-curdling literature every week, and their yearly output is believed to be not less than 10.000,000 volumes for the entertainment of American youth. Such books are a travesty on literature whose influence is far-reaching, and baneful to the last degree, filling the vivid imaginations of youth with false idea* that years of education on higher lines may never be able to eradicate. Governor O’Mally of Roby called on Governor Matthews of Indiana at the Capitol, the other day. The interview that ensued was not altogether satisfactory to the Governor of Roby. The Governor of Roby called the attention of the Governor of Indiana to the direful results of the recent raid of the forces sent into his domain by the Governor of Indiana aforesaid, and represented to his excellency that his action was likely to result in great injury to the tax duplicate of Lake county, which was to be materially swelled by the investments of the Governor of Roby within territory tributary 1o the Governor of Indiana. The Governor of Indiana, while appreciating the advantages likely to accrue to the commonwealth by rea on of the enterprise of the Governor of Roby, was firm in his determination to use the constitutional prerogative vested in him to see that the laws are faith-

fully executed —in this instance, at. least—and the thrifty citizens who have looked forward to extended employment as deputy sheriffs to keep the peace among a multitude of Chicago toughs while viewing athletic exhibitions of so-called science and alleged skill in defiance of statutes made and provided, are likly to find themselves out of a job by reason of a higher pewer that proposes to do the duty that their chief has seemingly failed to even attempt. *The Governor of Roby was very much displeased at the attitude of 'the Governor of Indiana, but the great body of our citizens are likely to take a different view of the matter, and will rejoice that the State of Indiana is no longer to be disgraced by brutal exhibitions —long since outlawed in all civilized communities —without an attempt on the part of the the constituted authorities to prevent the same. Roby’s reign as a fistic arena is over. “May its shadows ever grow less.” A substitute f or ice has been invented by a French newspaper man, but it will only be used in skating rinks, as it is not cold. The latter quality of a normal temperature is one of the groat points urged in its favor for skating purposes, as it permits the feet of the skater to circulate in an atmosphere of the same degree Fahrenheit with the balance of the body—quite a desideratum in hot weather. Artificial ice skating rinks have been successfully operated in different places—notably at Jackson Park, but the lower limbs of the skaters would freeze while their bodies sweat profusely—a very unhealthy combination. This new substitute has all the prac-* tica! advantages of ice for carrying skate blades; is not cold, does not melt and Is practically indestructible. The process of manufacture is a secret,of course, stqlen from nature as it is a'leged, and is likely to remain concealed. It can be made in three days, under the hottest sun. The one thing necessary for its manufacture and preservation, is good ventilation. M. Leo Anatole Joque is the name of the inventor, and he proposes to build one of his rinks at the San j Francisco Mid-winter Exhibition, I and will prove to the world that his invention is not a “joque” if his ; name is a synonomous term for a laugh-provoking incident. His Honor Convinced. Courier- Jou.nal. It has not been so very long since the old English court rules passed out of observance, and when they were in vogue nowhere were they observed more strictly than in South Carolina. The rules provided that a lawyer when he spoke must wear a black gown and coat, and that the sheriff must wear a cocked hat and sword. On one occasion a lawyer named Pettigrue arose to a speak in a case on trial. “Mr. Pettigrue,” said the Judge, “you have on a light coat. You cannot speak, sir.” “Oh, vour Honor,” Pettigrue replied, “may it please the court. I conform to the law.” “No. Mr. Pettigrue,” declared the Judge, “you have on a light coat. You cannot speak.” “But, your Honor,” insisted the lawyer, “you misinterpret. Allow me to illustrate: The law says that the barrister must wear a black gjwn and coat, does it not?” “Yes,” replied the Judge. “And does your Honor hold that it means that both gown and coat must be black?” “Certainly, Mr. Pettigrue, cer tainly, sir,” answered his Honor. “And the law further says.” continued Mr. Pettigrue. “that the sheriff must wear a cocked hat and sword, does it not?” “Yes, yes, Mr. Pettigrue,” replied the court, impatiently. “And do you mean to say, your Honor,” queried Pettigrue, “that the sword must be cocked as well as the hat?” “Eh? —er —h’m!” mused his Honor, “you — er — continue your speech, Mr. Pettigrew.” Straighten Up. Anybody can cure round shoulders by a very simple system of exercise. The round-shouldered man should go into the open air three or four times a day, let his hands drop to his sides and then, while inhaling fresh air, raise himself on his toes as high as he can. The filling of the lungs pushes the shoulders back to their normal position, and if the practice i.-> steadily followed for a couple of months, the worst pair of j stoop shoulders in time wiil become 1 as straight as a drill sergean t’s.

lE-EWCEMVi’. Tho Great Need of Doubting Christians. The Conflict Hettvecn Science and the Seeming Discrepancies of the Script-urea-Dr. Talmage’s Sermon* In his se’.mon at tho Brooklyn Tabernacle, Sunday forenoon, the Rev. Dr. DeWitt Talmage preached to a vast audience on the subject of “Re-enforcement,” the text being take xvii, 5. ‘‘Lord, increase our faith.” 1 went to the Holy Band for the one purpose of having my faith strengthened and that was the result which came of it. In all our journeying. in all our reading, in all our associations, in all our plans, augmentation. rather than the depletion )f our faith, should be our chief desire. It is easy enough to have our f aith destroyed. T can give you a recipe for its obliteration. Read infidel books, have long and frequent conversations with skeptics, attend the lectures of those antagonistic to religion, give fu'l swing to some bad habit and your faith will be so completely gone that you will laugh at the idea Unit you ever had any. If you want hi ruin your faith you can do it more easily than you can do •i.iiything else. But my wish, and the wish of most • if you, is the prayer expressed by the disciples to Jesus Christ in the words of my text, "Lord, increase our faith.” The first mode of accomplishing this is to study the bible itself. I do not believe there is an infidel now alive who has read the bible through. But as so important a document needs to be read at least twice through in orae.- that it may be thoroughly understood, and read in course, I now offer $100 reward to any infidel who has read the bible through twic and read it in course. But I cannot take such a man’s own word for it, for there is no foundation for integrity except the bible, and the man who rejects the source of truth, how can I accept his truthfulness? So I must have another witness in the case before I give the reward. 1 must have the testimony of some one who has seen him read it through twice. Infidels fish in this bible for itg-oherencies and contradictions and absurdities, and if vou find their bible you will see intsidineations in the book of Jonah and some of the chapters of that unfortunate prophet nearly worn out by much use and some parts of II Samuel or I Kings you will find dim with fingermarks, but the pages which contain the ten commandments, and the psalms of David, and the sermon on the mount, and the book of John, the evangelist, will not have a single lead pencil stroke on the margin nor any fingermarks showing frequent perusal. But suppose now all the best spir* <ts of all ages were assembled to decide the fate of the Bible, the last will and testament of our Heavenly father, and those memoirs of our Lord Jesus, what would be the verdict? Shall they burn, or shall they live? The unanimous verdict of ail is, “let them live, though all else burn.” Then put together on the other hand all the debauchees and profligates and assassins of the ages and their unanimous verdict concerning the Bible would be, “Let it burn.” Mind you, I do not sav that all infidels are immoral, but I do sav that all the scapegraces and scoundrels of the universe agree with them about the Bible. Let me vote with those who believe in the holy scrinture. Men believe other things with half the evidence returned to believe the Bible. The distinguished Abner Kneeland rejected the scriptures and then put all his money into an enterprise for the recovorv of that hocus pocus, “Cant. Kidd’s treasures,” Kneeland’s faith for so doing being founded on a man’s statement that he could tell where those t-easu-es were buried from the looks of a glass of water dipped from the Hudson river. The internal evidence of the authenticity of the scriptures is so exact and so vivid that no man honest and sane can thoroughly and continuously and praverfullv read them without entering their discipleship. Again our belief is reinforced by archaeological exploration. We must confess that good men at one time were afraid of the geologist’s hammer and chermst’s crucible and archsealogist’s investigation, but now intelligent Christians are receiving and expecting nothing but confirmation from all suri? sources. What supports the Palestine exploration society? Contributions from the churches and Christian benefactors. I saw the marks of the shovels of that exploring soe'etv amid the ruins of Jericho and all up and dowp from the Dead Sea to Caesarea Phdippi. “Dig away,” says the church of God, “and the deeper you dig the better I like it.” The discovered monuments of Egypt have chiseled on them the

story of the sufferings of the Israelites in Egyptian bondage, as wc find it in the Bible; there, in imperishable stone, representations of the slave, of the whips and the taskmasters who compelled the making of bricks without straw. Exhumed Niueveh and Babylon, with their dusty lips, declare the Bible true. Napoleon’s soldiers in the Egyptian campaign pried up a stone, which you may find in the British museum, a stone, as I remember it, presenting perhaps two feet of lettered surface. It contains words in three languages. That stone was the key that unlocked the meaning of all the hieroglyphics of tombs and obelisks and tells us over and over again the same events which Moses recorded. The sulphurous graves of Sodom and Gomorrah have been identified. The remains of the tower of Babel have been found. Assyrian documents lifted from the sand and Behistum inscription, hundreds of feet high on the rock, echo and re-echo the truth of bible history. ’’Tie signs of the time indicate that almost every fact of the bible from lid to lid will find it? corroboration in ancient city disentombed, or ancient wall cleared from the dust of ages, or ancient document unrolled by archaeologist. Why is it that the bible, made up of the writing of at least thirty authors, has kept together for a long line of centuries when the natural tendency would have been to fly apart like loose sheets of paper when a gust of wind blows upon them?" It is because God stuck them together and keeps them together. But for that Joshua would have wandered off in one direction, and Paul into another, and Ezekiel into another, and Luke into another, and Habakuk into another, and the thirty nine authors into thirty-nine directions. Put the writings of Shakspeare and Tennyson and Longfellow, or any part of the together? How long would they stay together? No book bindery could keep them together. But the cannon of scriptures is loaded now with the same ammunition with which prophet and apostle loaded it. Bring me all the Bibles of the earth into one pile and blindfold me so that I can not tell the difference between day and night, and put into my hand any one of all thjit Alpine mountain of sacred books, and put ray fingers on the last page of Genesis, and let me know it, and I can tell you what is on the next page —namely, the first chapter of Exodus, or while thus blindfolded, put my finger on the last chapter of Matthew, and let me know it, and I will tell you what is on the next page—namely, the first chapter of Mark. In the pile of 500,UOO,(HH) Bibles there will be no exception. But I come to the height of my subject when I say the way to reinforce our faith is to pray for it. So the disciples in my text got their abounding faith. “Lord, increase our faith.” Some one suggests, “Do you really think that prayer amounts to anything?” I might as well ask you is there a line of telegraph poles from New York to Washington? Is there a line of telegraph wires from Manchester to London, from Cologne to Berlin? All people who have sent and received messages on these lines know of their existence. So there are millions of souls who have been in constant communication with the capital of the universe, with the throne of the Almighty, with the great God himself, for years and years and years. There has not been a day when supplications did not flash up and blessings did not flash down. Will some ignoramus who has never received a telegram or sent one come and tell us that there is no such thing as telegraphic communication? Will some who has never offered a prayer that was heard and answered come and tell us that there is nothing in prayer? It may not occur as we expect it, but as sure as an honest prayer goes up a merciful answer will come down. Oh, put it in every prayer you ever make between your next breath and your last gasp, “Lord, increase our faith” —faith in Christ as our personal ransom from present grief and eternal catastrophe; faith in the omnipotent Holy Ghost; faith in the Bible, the truest volume ever dictated or written or printed or read; faith in adverse providences, harmonized for our best welfare; faith in a judgment day that will set all things right which have for ayes been wrong. Economically Inclined. New York Weekly. Wife —Huh! Been to see the ballet, eh? I’d just like to know why you went there? Husband — Merely to encourage the idea of simple and inexpensive dressing, my dear. So Use for Water. New York Weekly. Wife (severely)—Is this the fish you caught? Husband —Y-e-s, m’ dear. Wife (shrewdly)—Were you fishing in salt water or fresh water? Husband —I—don’t know, m’ dear, i Didn’t taste it.

OUR PLEASURE CLUB. Magistrate (to prisoner) — Hava you any remarks to make? Prisoner (a barber) —Yes, your worship; your hair wants cutting. Magistrate—So does yours; three months. Dentist —No, I’ve no objection to your sitting in my oflice during my extracting hours, but why do you want to do such a peculiar thing? Young Man —I’ve been delegated by our class to get points for a college yell.

l, EVIL TO HIM WHO EVIL THINKS." Judge.

Fuddsy (to his neighbor)—The boss said fer me ter keep this sign on the cellar door while repairs is goin’ on below. Hope folks’ll see it. Old Rusty — Now, them chaps think they’re goin’ ter make me walk raound that er’cellar door, if I am from th’ country I'll show 'em a thing or

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First Tramp—I found this here bottle of spring bitters in a har’l this mornin’. Second Tramp—T’row it away, Fitzey. Sposen dey was to cure you of “that tired feeling!" You might want to work. Mr. Murray Hill—There is going to be an eclipse of the moon this year. Mr. Morris Park —Well, keep quiet about it. If my wife hears of it she will make it an excuse for buying a new rig-out.

HAPPY THOUGHT. Brooklyn LHo.

Mr. G arson —There’s going to be a fancy dress hop at our hotel tonight, and I’m undecided what character to assume. I Miss Summer — Why don’t you sugar coat yourself and go as a pill? —

PARMER UPLANS AND THE CATAMOUNT, Judge.

The Farmer—It’s blessed lucky fer me that —

— the ’lastic in them suspenders is pow’ful strong.

“Why, Bridget, did mamma have another husband before she married my papa?” “Yis, darlint, but he doid, yer see." “Oh, Bridget. I’m so sorry mamma lost her husband 1” “Faith, an’ yez better be glad, Bessie. If he’d lived he might have made ye a cruel stipfeyther.”— Brooklyn Life. Bewildered Visitor—Will you kindly tell me where the Midway proper is? Another Visitor — Humph, there isn’t any such place. “What did Mr. Clanger think the Fa r?” ' Mrs Clanger—He didn’t go. “Hard times, I suppose?" Mrs. Clanger—No; he went on the Midway first and forgot the Fair.