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THE SUNDAY JOURNAL RT JNO. C. NEW & SON. WASHINGTON OFFICE—SI3 Fourteenth St. P. S. Heath, Correspondent. SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4, 18S5. ‘"twelve pagesT Telephone Calls. Business Office 238 | Editorial Rooms 242 The Sunday Journal has the largest and best circulation of any Sunday paper in Indiana. Price five cent?. Ip Mrs. Jane G. Swisslielm were alive she would feel a thrill of interest on hearing that the type of the Visitor, an anti-slavery paper published by her at St. Cloud, Minn., in 1858, and which was thrown into the river by a mob, has been discovered by some workmen. The destruction of her office doubtless seemed, at the time, like a blow to the cause of freedom; but, as she realized later, was an aid instead of an injury, the popular sentiment roused by her persecution creating a sympathy for her views as well as for herself. The type thrown into the river did a greater work than if it had been worn out in its legitimate service. The attempt to “discipline’’ Bishop Merrill, of the Methodist Church, by the Michigan Conference, for having the temerity to express his opinion against tho folly of those who are attempting to bring about prohibition through third-party action, does not seem to have struck terror into tho Episcopal soul. On Friday, in addressing a class of young men seeking admission into the Pittsburg Conference, the good Bishop said: “A minister should devote all his time to his work. A preacher has no right to farm, conduct a store, run for Congress or even for Governor. All his time must be devoted to his work, and a preacher has no right to demand pay for his services when he is engaged in worldly employment six days out of the week.” Twenty boys, averaging fifteen years in age, and all graduates of Boston grammar and high-schools, were examined in that city the other day to see which was best qualified to fill a position as general clerk in an insurance offioe. The requirements were moderate, demanding only fair penmanship, good spelling, correctness at figures and the use of good English, but out of the twenty not one came up to the required standard. The Boston paper which mentions the occurrence gives various reasons for this lamentable failure, but reaches the root of the matter, probably, when it points out as a defect of the school system that pupils are not made to depend upon themselves, but that the teachers do the work and give so much oral instruction that the children, though entertained and somewhat enlightened, do not get the permanent benefit to be derived from laborious study, and leave the school-room with a confused jumbling of facts and no firm foundation of learning fixed in their minds. It is a popular notion that children nowadays study too much and too hard; but there is reason to believe those among them who cannot endure the school-work are bewildered more from the multiplicity of subjects which demand their attention than from close application to their books. At all events, it is a fact not to be denied, that boys and girls of a former generation, whose entire schooling was comprised in half a dozen three months’ terms, learned to spell, and write, and “cipher” with an ease and accuracy which many children do not now attain after a ten years' course in tho schools. Under the old system the pupils did not listen to so much instruction in geology, botany, physiology, astronomy, nor did they devote much attention to music, drawing nor to German and French, all of which are dinned into the ears of even the babies now; but what they did learn was of immediate use, and an excellent groundwork for the practical education which must come in later life. The boasted system, as it now exists, needs considerable remodeling before it meets the demauds of the poople who patronize the schools. The meeting this week of the survivors of the Constitutional Convention of 1850, and of the antecedent Legislatures, as well as of the one which first assembled under its provisions, will be an event of great interest, not so much because of the work really performed by those bodies, lyzt because of the natural interest centering about an assemblage of men who have lived so long, and seen so much of the progress and development of the State aud Nation. We cannot feel that there will be any special occasion for rejoicing or felicitation over what was done in the constitutional convention; the resultant organic law was not one to particularly challenge the admiration of mankind, either then or now. But the meeting will serve the purpose of showing bow far the State and the country have outstripped the petty prejudices and narrow bigotries of that fiay, some of which found expression in the Constitution, and have always been a reproach to the Commonwealth; and it will, in addition, givo the opportunity for reminiscence and personal reunion, that cannot fail to be to the last degree pleasant to the older generation of men, and of the deepest interest to the younger generation that has grown up within the last third of a century. The men composing the convention and the Legislature were, of course, prominent in their several localities. Many of them have since that date risen to high distinction, and occupied places that brought them before fj*e eyes not only of the country but of the

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world. Two Vice-presidents of the United States were of the body, Colfax and Hendricks, and one other, English, a candidate for that place. Others have been somewhat less conspicuous, but probably none the less useful in their day and generation. Naturally, many have died; there are more survivors, relatively, of the Legislature than of the convention, for the reason that the latter body was composed of men of maturer years, on tho average. It is to be noted that neither a member of the convention nor of the first Legislature, from Marion county, survives. David Wallace, J. C. Chapman, Douglass Maguire and A. F. Morrison, members of the convention, aud Nicholas McCarty, Henry Brady and Isaac Smith, of the firat Legislature, are all dead. There will be many facts of interest brought out by the meeting, and the Journal hopes the veterans will have a pleasant and enjoyable week. They will certainly be received with the honor and respect due them, and will find the hand and heart of the capital city of the State ready and warm in their welcome. ART AND ARCHITECTURE. The old buildings at Washington City are much more beautiful than the new ones. The old buildings have a refined simplicity, and no decoration or adornment is needed to make them artistic; they have the beauty of perfect proportion. But the new buildings are heaped and piled with roofs, pinnacles, porticos, and top-knots, in the present style. The white marble Capitol of New York, at Albany, is a building beyond the dreams of the most ardent lover of architecture. It stands on a height, and is visible from far down the Hudson liter: It has great variety, the architect’s intention of not balancing anything being perceptible everywhere. The towers are capped with red tiles, which would have looked well on our State Capitol, especially as we have tile works of our own. Inside, the walls are lined with the richest marbles, the most beautiful paintings, the finest hangings aud carvings. The great fire places of the various rooms are magnificent works of art, and all unlike each other, and unlike anything ever seen before. Tho carving on the outside is mostly in fine flat belts, and there are no big squares or panels set on for ornament. In Albany, Utica, in Boston, and in all wealthy old Eastern cities the new buildings are being put up in rough red brick with red mortar, aud the stone trimmings are of red sandstone. The style now is to build everything in arches; for instance, a row of stores has each show window in a great brick arch. The effect is most beautiful, and will always be beautiful. White mortar and galvanized iron, painted dingy white, are things of the past. Nothing more enchanting can be imagined than the ceilings of the great government buildings in Washington, and in the Capitol at Albany. They are carved, painted, gilded, frescoed; some are beautifully arched, others paneled. A is a most charming decoration, and always remembered with pleasure. How mean, how sordid, how pitiful is the expression, sometimes heard, of regret that money is spent in public architecture. Our court-house is a beauty, but, like all buildings, it needs repairing constantly. It is neglected, was never finished; the chimney for the furnace was never built. It is fire-proof, and a great credit to the State, and it ought to bo maintained and finished in good style. The few pence that are saved by neglecting it are worthless to the public, while this grand building, if kept clean and in perfect order, is of tho greatest value to every eye that sees it. In dustless Washington are some fine works of art. In the Hall of Statues, in the Capitol, is anew statue of Muhlenberg, the Pennsylvanian, throwing off his clergyman’s gown and drawing his sword to fight in the revolution. It is by a lady—Blanche Nevin. It is the figure of a slender young man, both face and figure of perfect beauty, in the costume of the Revolution. Though marble, it looks like flesh, and tho cloth like cloth; the silk gown is of a feathery lightness, and of a crackling silk texture, and the gown is managed to give the statue its neceasary support. Beside it stands the statue from New York of Robert Fulton. It is always surrounded by a delighted throng of all sorts of people of all grades of social rank and culture, which shows that a great work of art is appreciated by everybody. It is of spotless marble, yetis Robert Fulton in his good old leathercushioned, leather-fringed and brass-nailed arm-chair. Under the chair is a block of wood (ingenious support of the statue) from which be has cut bis steamboat model, and near his feet lies a block of pat-tern-maker’s wood —you can see the layers of criss-cross wood and the glue between them beautifully depicted in the marble. Under tho chair are old books on mechanics —dog-eared, soft, thumbed, smooth with age and much usiDg—which he has studied, and beside them are divers careless-ly-folded, half open mechanical drawings of soft, crumply, w r orn paper; you cannot enough admire the art with which they were made in marble. The attitude of Fulton is of the most perfect ease aud comfortable abandonment to study, as he sits in his cosy old chair, resting in its arms and back in complete absorption in his steamboat model, which he is holding in his hands. His face is shrewd, pleased, intelligent; he looks at the model as if he felt sure it must go, and you feel drawn to that face with a friendly interest; and there is his thick, curling hair all over his head, which is of beautiful shape. He is in his shirt-sleeves, of full, ample, soft, heavy old-fashioned muslin. He wears a

velvet flowered waistcoat—that waistcoat! marble yet old velvet!—and he wears knee breeches and home-made knit stockings; you can seQ the slight irregularities of the stitches. It is a marvel of work. At the same time the spirit of the statue is fine, expressing the hopefulness of labor, the delight in successful work, the bright end of long perseverance, the joy of study and invention. MADAME JUDIO. It is very distressing to learn that, after all the rejoicing of the New York dramatic critics over the exceeding condescension of Madame Judic in exiling herself from her beloved “Paree” for the sake of American thea-ter-goers, after all the highly-flavored anticipations of pleasure, or, rnoro properly, anticipations of highly-flavored pleasure—after all these preliminary jubliations, it is sad to learn that these same critics are disappointed in the Madame’s figure. For a French actress of the “protean” type to possess an ungraceful form is little less than a sin, and it would not be surprising to read that the eager-eyed and expectant admirers had, in their dismay, pronounced her an utter failure. This, however, is not the case. One of them, at least, waited, after the first appearance of the short, heavy, high-shouldered and altogether matronly-look-ing actress, to the end of the first act. It was well for his erstwhile disappointed soul that ho did so. Although Madame Judic is stout and far from vivacious, although her voice is “so light as to be scarcely worth considering in a musical sense,” she sang and smiled herself into the impressible “Crinkle’s” heart. Before she had sung her first “chanson”—your true dramatic reporter just naturally drops into French—he was in love with her. She used her voice with so much finesse, we are informed, and emphasized its nuances—look in the back part of Webster’s Unabridged for this —with such charming tricks of gesture and flashes of countenance, whatever they may be, that she was charming in Bpite of too exuberant physical development. Several times, says this reassured and once more happy young man, the lines bubbled out of the actress as if laughed instead of sung, and in singing her songs, he remarks eloquently if not elegantly, she transfused them with a calm and exquisite drollery as unlike the “chic” of Tlieo as a rose is unlike a mosquito. It is a great dramatic mind which can rise superior to sight of square waist and no ankles to speak of where there had been reason to expect sylph-liko proportions, and that this metropolitan journalist has done so is the more to his credit, sinco it is so unexpected. Although the “provinces” have had their expectations as to legs and other physical features of the drama raised to a high pitch by the earlier and mistaken dissertations of these metropolitan critics on Madame Judic's art, the feelings of these gentlemen will be considered, and no malice treasured up for them. Theater-goers of the country who are fortunate enough to see the Madame flush her countenance and bubble her lines will esteem this a sufficiently remarkable privilege, and will forego the usual part of such protean entertainment without a murmur. Old “Father” Davidson, of the Greenville Conference, Kentucky, recently astonished the sweet singers of that State in a way that they will not soon forget. The choir didn’t sing to suit him, and he criticised it. lie advised the members to pray for grace to sing with the spirit and the understanding. They probably didn’t do as he or if they did, they received no benefit. He couldn’t stand it any longer, and repeatedly during his exhortation he would raise his hands and devoutly cry: “Lord, save the choir!” The phrase “caught on,” as the worldly say, and it became a by-word on the streets whenever a member of the ill-starred choir appeared. The result was that they could not muster courage to occupy thenaccustomed place of prominence in the church, and it is not at all likely that they will while Brother Davidson remains at conference. “Lord, save the choir!” might with reason be cried up and down the land everywhere if the salvation of singers is to be made a point in practical religion. The Baltimore Sun objects to the teaching of German in the public schools of that city. In answer to the argument that gratuitous instruction in this language would meet a popular demand, the Sun remarks with some asperity that doubtless free ice-cream, or instruction in dancing or roller-skating would also prove popular features of the public school curriculum, but that these and other extras, German included, can better bo left to private and individual enterprise and effort. "Wherever the sentiment of thinkiug people makes itself known, it is found to be in the direction of lopping off superfluous studies in the public schools. The managers of the system are so far outside the current of opinion that their tendency to add to the curriculum is in no wise abated from its early vehemence. To stop the mouths of a few carping people, who are still at tho heels of Miss Ada Sweet, ex-pension agent at Chicago, an inquiry was addressed to the Pension Office, which elicited the following reply: Pension Office, Sept. 24,1885. Sir: * * * I know of no record in this office which reflects upon the honesty or integrity of Miss Sweet as pension agent at Chicago. + * * My information is that Miss Sweet’s resignation was.voluntary upon her part. Very respectfully, Wm. E. McLean, Acting Commissioner. A Boston paper complacently remarks that whether or not Roumelia succeeds in her political aspirations, it ought to be a comfort to her that she has accomplished each an admirable educational work in the public schools and in the

families of the American Republic. According to a recent article in the same paper the qualifications of school children in that city are limited. If thoy are no better drilled in geography than they are said to be in reading, writing and spelling, it is precious little they can tell about Roumelia. A Philadelphia woman calls upon housewives to keep the cholera away from this country by saving and selling paper-rags as their mothers and grandmothers used to do, and thus preventing the demand for filthy and possibly infected foreign rags. It is a great idea, but impracticable. Contrary to tho opinion of the Philadelphia would-be philanthropist, the women of to-dayare more economical than their mothers and grandmothers, and have no rags to waste in paper-making. They put them all into crazy quilts and “Persian rugs.” A bill has been brought before the Georgia Legislature providing ihat bottles or packages containing morphine or other poisons shall be placed by druggists in scarlet wrappers and the name of the drug placed thereon in white letters. This is a simple safeguard, so far as the manipulation of the poisons by dealers is concerned, and should be put in practice everywhere whether the law so requires or not Young Delaney, of New York, is a very unreasonable husband. Married three weeks ago, he has abused his wife, because she has not learned to cook. His wife very properly shed tears, and went right back to her ma. Delaney will live to learn that many a married woman never learns how to cook. They try married life awhile, and then keep boarding-house. Mr. Thomas Hughes, who is lecturing in this country on James Russell Lowell’s poems, is evidently under the impression that he is introducing a stranger to his audiences. He should be informed that Americans were familiar with the “Bigelow Papers” before they had heard of “Tom Brown.” THE GRUMBLER AiND THE “HONORABLES.” “The rank is but the guinea's stamp.”—Burns. “Then there is another thing that I don’t like, and that no sensible man can endure without remonstrance,” said The Grumbler, half closing his eyes and gripping his mouth. “Why, what's the matter now 1 ?” came from The Philosopher and The Poet, together. “Well, it’s just this: I’m everlastingly tired of this ‘Honorable’ nonsense. It’s got to be that every other man you meet is ‘Hoi*,’ or ‘Judge,’ or ‘Colonel.’ The papers are full of it. A man can’t be billed for a ten-cent speech on ‘How to Treat Mange in Horses,’ or ‘The Scientific Way to Prepare Catnip Tea,’ unless it is Hon. So-and-So. And colonels! —why, colonels are commoner than fiue combs.” The Poet couldn’t see how it could bo helped, nor how tho objectionable practice could bo abolished. The Philosopher thought that they would better grin and bear it; it might afford satisfaction to certain kinds of men, and polite talk was as cheap as any other kind and a deal pleasanter. “O, of course, you would just edge along through the world and never move even the smallest peg from the hole you found it in. You’ll live out your time in an easy, happy-go-lucky fashion, and there won’t be a ripple when you die, not a ripple. So far as you care to do anything, the world will find things exactly as they were and where they were when you were born. To tell you the wholesome truth, lam disgusted with your apathy. You pretend to be happy and to enjoy life, when in point of fact you don’t know what real fun is, nor what satisfaction there is in ripping up things once in awhile.” The Philosopher gav6 signs of being about to make reply, but evidently changed his mind, and remained quiet. The Poet said, afterwards, that he realized the great advantage of every man having a cyclone pit handy in case of emergency. The Grumbler eyed the two loftily for a moment, and then went on: “No, sir; if I had my way about it I would abolish the whole thing. It came to us from England; but what little dignity and respectability it had has long since been stripped from it. There are “honorables” there, honorable men and honorable women, but they came by it regularly, and the woods full of them. The meaning of the title there —foi* it is a title as much as marquis" (which the Grumbler pronounced “markee,” with a sneer) —“is significant. I don’t say that it means anything great or worth having, but when a fellow gets it, ho knows what it is. “How is it here?’’ he continued, growing a trifle excited. “You know, as well as I do, that there isn’t a living white man in the State of Indiana who can’t have it for the asking. It is like the measles, almost, for everybody is in danger of taking it, but, unlike the measles, you never get rid of it. ‘•Had a narrow escape myself once.” His two friends looked their incredulity. “Well, but I did, though,” he growled contemptuously. “It was shortly after I got out of college. I had endured the usual ‘A. B.’and ‘A. M.'stuff with commendable resignation, since no one attempted these outrages on me but college boys, to whom these letters mean raoro than ‘F. R. G. S.,’ or ‘R. S. V. P.,’ or whatever the cabalistic arrangement is that tails out the name of English writers on seience. I say I endured that without a murmur, though ‘I always took pains to destroy the envelopes of such letters as bore them. But one day I got a letter from a toot of a preacher—graduate, of course—who inconsiderately tacked on ‘Hon.’ That settled it. I just set aside one day for swearing, and put mv whole soul into it I never answered that letter in any manner. I doubt if that man can atone for the wickedness he provoked if he were to live a hundred years longer and pray unceasingly. I would feel like killing the next man that attempted it. “Then there’s that other senseless custom of dubbing a man ‘Judge,’ simply because, in the near or remote past, he may have presided over a court, and ‘Doctor* after he has studied medicine. Man called me ‘Doctor’ once when I was fooling around a medical college contemplating the advisability of studying medicine. That was a little too much; 1 got out of there in a hurry and never went back. “There is no more sense in calling a man Doctor This or Doctor That, because he is a doctor, than there is in calling John Schmidt ‘Butcher’ Schmidt because he happens to be one, or to call you—turning to the poet—‘Poet’ Somebody. And how would you like it, "interrogating the other of the trio, “to be saluted ‘Good morning, Philosopher?’” The Philosopher and The Poet both showed plainly that they would not like anything of the kind. “No, of course, you wouldn’t; no sensible man would stand it if he thought seriously about it. This practice is distinctly American—at least it it is not ‘English,’ for in that country few physicians are allowed to take the name of doctor, and fewer are addressed by that .title. I am glad,” said The Grumbler, grimly, “that this

senseless appellation is being burlesqued out of existence, or will be if manly pride be not dead. There are doctors of divinity, of laws, of science, of horses, cats and dogs, and corn-doc-tors, and they are all ‘doctors,’ from the beginning to end of the list It has come to be almost as bad as that insulting title ‘Professor,’ which is now generally correctly interpreted to apply to a manager of a skating rink, the man who gives dancing lessons or teaches the manly art of self-defense. It’s astounding how these breaches of good taste are tolerated.” The Philosopher ventured to suggest that these titles pleased certain kinds of men who bear them, and if they did they were not altogether vain, since whatever affords pleasure is of some good. “I don’t want any of your philosophy. The ‘good’ you speak of in this connection is just wliat makes me hot with indignation. There are lots of men who are tickled over being called ‘Judge,’ or ‘Colonel,’ or ‘Doctor,' and even ‘Professor.’ But they are the small men in their several professions. Only the other night I saw two colored nen,'ordinary roustabouts, meet. Their salutations were: ‘Hello, Jedge!’ and ‘Hello, Colonel!’ After all, why not? As you say, it made them happy; they did it in good style and with the utmost nonchalance, and had as much right to the pompous titles as have the majoiity of men who bear them. It is actually dangerous for a man to allow himself in jest to be addressed as •Judge. A stranger learning it would take it up in earnest, without caring to inquire into the abstract of title, and the thing is fixed as irrevocably as though ho had been a judge indeed for a lifetime. I don't mean to be captious about this evil, but I do insist that it is an evil, and should be abated.” The Poet and The Philosopher, for once in their lives, cordially shook hands with The Grumbler. BREAKFAST TABLE CHAT. Thh best grave-digger in Yirgiaia is named McNamara, and is eighty-three years old. He has buried over 7,000 persons. He gathers them in. Me. Stanley, the African explorer, has fitted up a home in London, very near Mr. Henry Irving’s. The rooms are fil.ed with trophies of his travels and adventures. The most successful school-teacher in the world is the Rev. Dr. Butler, who has just withdrawn from the headmastership of Harrow with a fortune of $500,000, to accept the lucrative Deanery of Lincoln. Sib Charles Dilkk makes $25,000 a year out of the London Athenaeum. He is a slender man, of medium height, with heavy sandy hair and mustache, and rather thin in the face. He has intelligent, honest and earnest features. The “city” of London has an area of one square mile, while the metropolis of London has an area of one hundred and twenty square mile3. In the city proper land is very dear, having been sold at the rate of $15,000,000 an acre. There is not much truth in the stories about the infant son of the Duke of Norfolk—that he was born blind, and crippled, and imbecile. He lost his sight in an attack of scarlet fever, but in all other respects his body is sound, and his mind is bright and active. The United States stands third in the list of beerproducing countries, Great Britain at the last general estimate brewing 1,000,000,000 gallons, Germany 900,000,000 and the United States 000,000,000. Last year 18,000,000 barrels were produced in this country. An American missionary in Armenia receivod through the mails a number of Moody and Sankey hymn books, but the eagle eyed inspector of the Turkish postoffice decided that “Hold the Fort’’ was a pronounced encouragement of revolution, and he expurgated that lyric from every volume. Mas. Julia Ward Howe suggests the formation of a Women's Industrial Council, in which women from every State and Territory shall meet to discuss industrial subjects and promote industrial exhibitions. Women’s industries have become an important question since the opening of woman's departments in industrial fairs. Gen. Benjamin F. Butler has a presentiment that he will die in four years. He says that none of his family were ever known to live, beyond the age of sixty-eight years. The General is sixty-four years old now, and he is in excellent health. Notwithstanding his presentiment, it is believed that he will be a presi dential candidate in 1888. Austin Dobson is writing an introduction to the sac-simile of “The Yicar of Wakefield," which Elliot Stock will publish shortly. It will bring together much scattered information concerning the first publication of the book and attempt the ratification of some hitherto doubtful points and dates. It will also bo accompanied by a lengthy bibliography. John G. Whittier writes the following card to the Boston Advertiser: “I have received many letters from various parts of the country asking information ifi regard to a projected settlement in North Carolina by Clark Whittier, who, the writers seem to think, is a brother of mine. I have no brother living, and I know nothing whatever of the settlement or its founder.” The Empress of Austria, acting under medical ad. vice, is about to take a sea voyage. Her Majesty will embark in her yacht on or about the sth of October, and will touch at Cattaro, and then at Corfu, proceeding thence to the Pirteus. Tho Empress will pay a visit to Athens, and end her voyage by a coasting tour among the islands of the Archipelago. She will travel incognito. Secretary Chase had a private secretary named Schuckers. Ho was a book-maker, and wrote a life of his patron. All, of the Chase correspondence was turned over to him. It seems to shuck out at a lively rate. Mr. Chase was the restless member of Mr. Lincoln’s Cabinet, and ail the politicians who were restless, and not in the Cabinet, wrote of their grievances to Mr. Chase. Robinson Crusoe will soon bs commemorated by a fine bronze statue at hi* prototype's birthplace, the fishing village of Largo, in Fife. This village was the early home of Alexander Selkirk, who returned there from Juan Fernandez, bringing the relics of bis solitary stay on that desolate island His house, “Crusoe’s Cottage,” is now shown in ths square near the sea, and some time ago still contained Selkirk’s gun and sea-chest. The Crusoe statue is to be placed in a niche of the cottage. Fragrant clover grows on the grave of Thomas Carlyle, at Ecclefeehan, and on the plain sandstone slab is this inscription: | nUMILITATK. * J (Coat of arms.) ; I Here rests Thomas Carlyle, who ; ; was born at Ecclefeehan, 4th Decern- ; ; her. 1795, and died at 24 Cheyne ; ; road. Chelsea, London, on Saturday, ! I sth February, 1881. Forty physicians and five surgeons practice in Carlsbad during the season. Some of them spend the rest of the year in Vienna. Most notable among them was Professor Leegan, who practised there for thirty years, whose reputation is world wide, and who was especially consulted by American visitors. The great physician now is Dr. Loudon. He attended the Empress Eugenie, the King and Queen of Holland, Princess Beatrice, ftnd many other distinguished portions last season at Carlsbad. Few persons are so foolish as to think of drinking these waters or bathing in them without medical advice. They are called by Valentine “the most serious of all mineral waters.” Their efficiency in many cases is marvelous. Lord Ronald Gower says that Americans have little of that “disgusting patronage of manner that prevails in England among the richer claasos,” and none of the “no less disgusting cringiness that as greatly distinguishes English merchants.” On tho contrary, the New York shop-keeper receives you with

civility, but without any of that manner which seems U Lord Ronald little less insulting than actual inso* lence. He will be equally civil if you purchase or if you do not; but if you affect to look down on him as being “only a tradesman,” he will probably show you, says this tonrsst, “something more in being a citizen of a great republic than mere sound, and might be able to prove to you that one man is as good as another.” Herr Cohn is the private banker of the German Emperor, and the way in which he first won imperial favor is thus related in a German journal: Years ago, when the present Empress was still a princess of Prussia, she made a railway journey to Dessau. On the way her feet got cold, so that she sent out an attendant at the next station to procure a flask of hot water. Unfortunately the cook of the railway restaurant had just used up every drop of hot water in making fresh coffee for those who had just arrived on the train. The restaurateur was in despair, when one of the guests suddenly got up, seized the pot of fresh cos fee and poured it into the imperial flask. The attendant hastened away with it, but soon returned, as the Empress wisl ) know tho name of the man who had had the thought of utilizing the coffee. And she did r got him. LITERATURE IN ENGLAND. Principal Tnlloch’s Views on “The Movements of Religious Thought.” Special to the Indianapolis Journal. New York, Oct. 3.—A highly interesting book by Principal Tulloch, of St. Andrew's Cob* lege, was published yesterday. It discusses “The Movements of Religious Thought” from 1820 to 1800. In a liberal spirit it reviews Coleridge and his school, the early Oriel school of religious enthusiasts, the Anglo-Catholic movement, religious thought in Scotland, and the “Broad Church” tendency. Doctor Tulloch. always writes in a lucid and attractive way ibout the serious topics which engage his attention. In this book ho occupies himself not with religion, but with the progress of religloua ideas in England during this century. Os Coleridge he says it is a mistake to regard him as a mere theosophic dreamer. “He brought human nature in all the breadth of ita activities once more near to Christianity, and found in the latter not merely a means of salvation in any evangelical sense, but the highest truth and health—a perfect philosophy. Coleridge's most distinctive work wag to restore the broken harmony between reasoa and religion by enlarging the conception of both, but of the latter especially—by showing how man is essentially a religious being, having a definite spiritual constitution, apart from which the very idea of religion becomes impossible.* With regard to the inspiration of Scripture tha author says: “The notion of verbal inspiration, or the infallible dictation of Holy Scripture, could not possibiy continue after the modera spirit of historical inquiry had begun. As soon as men recognized the organic growth of all great facts, literary as well as others, it was inevitable that they should see the Scriptures in a now light, as a product of many phases oi thought in course of more or less perfect development” What Dr. Tulloch says about Thomas Carlyle will be interesting. “It is only too easy t% see now,” he remarks, “in the extended picture of his life and manners, that Carlyle remained in much a peasant to the last Beautiful in soma aspects of hischaracter, he lacks everywhere gentleness. His sturdiness becomes too often rudeness, and his independence pure, wanton selfassertion. * * * It is evident that Carlyle’s repulsion to Christianity arose out of the general tendency of his mind to throw aside all dead forms of thought, as he conceived them to be. * * * There is no evidence that ever saw what a marvelous and exceptional movement Christianity had been—what life still stirred in it—what an historical as well as spiritual grandeur there was in the church, and the witness it still was of a living God in the world.” Taken as a whole, Principal Tulloch’s book will be a surprise to many people, both to the skeptics and to the believers. The skeptics will marvel that there is so much of religion in common life as is here indicated;and the believers will find it strange that the leading English religious writers of this century have been willing to resign so much of mere doctrinal theology in order to bring about true religion. Principal Tulloch’s expressed view is that dogma is a matter of the intellect which disputes itself and never can bo satisfied, but that pure religion springs up in the most various quarters, and is a thing to be carefully cultivated and preserved, from whatever human source it may come. The dedication to Mrs. Oliphant is both noble and affecting. “If I were to express,” says the author, “all the admiration I feel for your genius, and still more all the esteem I have learned to cherish for your character, I should use language which I know you would refuse to read; but I may at least be allowed to say this publicly, that. 1 know of no writer to whose largo powers, spiritual insight and purity of thought our generation owes so much as it does to you.” The apostles of women’s rights, it strikes me, could not ask for heartier recognition of woman’s power than this. How Nevada Met Dr. Raymond Palmer. London Cable Special. Miss Nevada met her husband through a misunderstanding with her agent Chizzola. The latter having made the contracts in Europe with Colonel Mapleson, which brought the prims donna last year to America, informed the lady that he could not accompany her on the voyage, as he was bound to Madame Ristori. The fait Emma promptly lost her temper and declined to be consoled even when she learned that Chizzola had arranged for the prima donoa to be escorted to America by hir brother-in-law, Mr. Raymond Palmer, a handsome young man, whose claim to tho title of “doctor” lies principally in tho fact that ha handled the pestle and mortar iu a drug store in Birmingham. However, when the singer wae introduced to her agent’s brother-jn law, she seemed to be soothed by his appearance, and pleasant relations soon sprung up between the two young people. At this time Miss Nevada was engaged to a young American named Chafcterton, and by that gentleman’s influence she joined the Catholic Church. She was apparently very fond of her lover, and looked for a happy time with him in New York. Wheu it was announced over here that Chatterton had been given his conge and that Palmer was to be th* happy man, there was no other comment except unbounded surprise. Senator Hoar’s Massachusetts Speech. Boston Advertiser. Senator Hoar’s speech was the feature of the day. In the vigor and elegance of its rhetoric, in the intensity and keenness of its partisanship, in eloquence, and wit, and power, it comes quite up to the high mark of general expectation, Since Wendell Phillips died there is nobody in Massachusetts who can successfully dispute the Senator’s primacy in the art of composing speeches which combine the zeal of ruthless advocacy with the graces of liberal culture. The Why of It Explained. Indianapolis Independent. The Sentinel is the only paper that is down on the new work house. This is all right, and eminently proper. The sheriff will lose a very nice little plum in the way of boarding these prisoners, and the Sentinel feels that it oueht to say sGHiething. for isn't it the only paper in the city that is permitted to gobble the entire “sheriff's sale printing” on account of its alleged influence in electing the present sheriff? Our Uncle Joslar. Louisville Commercial. Our Uncle Joe McDonald is the “Gineral Josiar Limber” of politics. It is an easy matter to picture him with both arms around the President. saying: “Yes, you’ll like me Grover. I'm. sociable, I am. I’ve bin so ever since I wuz ft boy.”