Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1891 — Page 9

SECOND PART. PAGES 9 TO 12. ESTABLISHED 1821, INDIAXArOLIS, WEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 25, 1891-TWELVE PAG ES. ONE DOLL All PER YEAR.

PETTICOATS IN THE CLUBS.

"BAB" GIVES FORTH HER EXPERIENCE What She Thought She Wonld FlnJ and What She Found A Warning Hints of Spring Styles The Latest "Colors Lenten 11 enunciations. New York, March 20. Special. Aro you a believer in woman's clubs? I am not. Woman is not a parliamentary creature. She sees no reason why she should not "sass back" and prow personal any time ehe want3, and she has no hesitation whatever in telling of her committee work, of whispering around of who lias and who has not been blackballed, and of showing that she herself is a very leaky vessel. I was talking with a woman tho other day and ehe said this: "A year ago I was tempted and fell fell into being a member of the "Woman's press club. I had been duly warned by the men of my family that I would bitterly regret this, but I believedthat men knew nothing. I thought, 'Here, at last, is the ideal club. It will be composed of women writers, and w herever there is one who needs a lift, the helping hand, in the way of giving her the name of tin editor who wants work, or the kindly voice in the way of offering her a suggestion, will be found. They will be bright women, they will be busi-ncss-like women. 1 shall find meeting them once a month a pleasure, while, as for the business meetings, of course, women who earn their own living will know how to conduct these properly.' "The original officers were elected by acclamation. Then, for several months, the club worked along without a constitution in a Ytry aimless manner, but i-till I hoped against hope that it would eventually prove of some value. Last autumn circulars were sent out announcing that there would be an election for vice-presidents, treasurer, secretary and come other othcers. No mention in this circular was made about the election of a president and yet when we got there we found there was to bo one, and we hadn't sense enoutrh to know that the whole thing was illegal, because no notice had been given of it. "One woman, who was energetic in her desire to tee souue good ctiicers pt in, was asked to be a tel er of votes I think that's what you call it and she took the position, though she eaid.'she didn't want to. and never realized until the next day when her husband told her, that the thing was done to pet her oil the lioor, so ehe cou.dn't work tor her candidate, anil that ehe ought to have refused to do it. He laughed at her a good bit, and taunted her with it be cause she was the daughter of a politician! Another time, a letter came from some woman in the West asking for the address of some syndicates a perfectly proper question to put to such a club. The president read it out in a derisive manner and seemed to think it a great joke, and while tho blood in my veins was boi.mg at thL, a southern woman said she would take it and tend the woman the addresses desired. "Women in the ciub were supposed to be writers of something. Now, I have nothing to say against people who write advertisements; it is a money-making business, and one that undoubtedly cabs for a vivid imagination, but still I do not think it is journalism. I have nothing to say against a dear little soul who wrote her first article after she joined the club; still, I don't see wherein came her claim for admission; but I do net think it funny that women who have only written checks, or who are anxious to get in with a literary set save the mark ! are eligib.e for membership. I tried to do my best in that station in which I had been placed by vote. I wanted neither ducats nor kudos for such a club, but I got an immense knowledge from various types of women. "For the first time in my life I met the woman who was determined to hoM onto her position like a leech, w ho doesn't intend to do any work, and who can't add anything to a club by her name, hut who clings and cling?, and even death won't put her out death doesn't want her; ehe is the woman who is ruled by the last idle gosip she has lizard, and who is wildly anxious, by making new acquaintances, tb take the sponge oi forgettulnesa and wipu off the marks on the slate of her life. I met the woman who is a cat clothed in cashmere, She looks at you inquiringly, wonders what she ought to do, then goes home and writes you a letter, and tells you what you ought to do. She is willing to give everybody advice about their work, and she does her own very poorly. Then I met the other type. "The woman who flatters, and flatters, and flatters, who writes you a letter and telh you that your genius i3 fo great you ought not to be wasting it on the work that you are doing; later on you discover 6be has made an application for that very work. I'd discovered, too, how women, following the fashion of O'Connell, will drive a four-in-hand through a constitution without a wink. Aiter all this you will do as I did come home and sit down by your consolation the man who advised you not to do it tell him of the envy, hatred, malice and all the uneharitableness that exists in a woman's club and hud he is too much of a man and his man ners are too g- ntle for him to say: 'I told you so.' But you will have aemall weep and announce to him that you have done with it. Any advantages? Yes, there were three. I got acquainted with a dear little doctor who was as loyal as a giant, and wasn't afraid to speak the troth; with a western woman whose heart is true, whose words are honest and who is as big of brain as ehe is of heart. "With another woman whose great dark eye saw all the meannesses and who hit as I did that touching pitch she had been defiled." I said a woman told me this. So it was. It was that familiar friend who looks at me from the mirror, and as I Bhake my head sadly her lips moved as did mine, repeating with me, "Stick to your traditions abhor women's clubs as you do cigarettes, bad manners and petty spites." This is the time for repentance and I do much repent my ever having had a yearning to belong to a club, and the story is told that no other woman I know may fall by the wayside with the same innocence and fervor that I did ; no good Samaritan came to pick me up, but a violent reaction of common sense set in, and in that way and that alone was I saved. Petticoats are much more interesting than clubs, at least they ought to be, and the very newest of all might be assumed by Venus as ehe arose from the sea and would harmonize with her general surroundings. It is made of pale pink satin brocaded with green, the faintest of shades, and trimmed with four deep frills of lace that look like sea-foam. Its intense gorgeousceis is enough to make any

woman dishonest there at once is a protest against a club. If I carried tho moneybag, I'd steal its money and buy that petticoat ! The newest hat, tho hat which every pretty young girl ought to have lor Easter day, is called the Greuze or shepherdess, and is the most absolutely fetching thing you ever saw. It is a little straw thing, bent in front to form a scallop or two, with a wreath of roses under tho brim, and a knot of ribbons on top ami long velvet ribbons hanging down at the back. If you really want to know what it looks like, look at the pictures of shepherdesses on Watteau fans. Of course, such a hat must be worn by a very pretty girl, but nowadays everybody is young and pretty, because the taking care of one's self is an art more thoroughly understood than it ever was before. Talking of the fashions, it is gravely announced that two shades of blue will be most in vogue, garter blue and .St. Patrick blue. I have always thought green the shade specially dedicated to tho saint about whom it is so positively announced that he was a gentleman, but it is just possible he may have had some blue affiliations. Garter blue is a dark, rich tone, not at all trying, but a little brighter than the deep navy. f-t. Patrick is a paler shade, touching on the Maznrin. Tho firet is probably much more becoming than the last. Blue is a good color for the summer, because it always looks cool, and so, for that reason, all tho pretty girls are likely to wear it. However, if the prettiest girl of all wants to look most in fashion, ehe must gat herself up after one of the pictures from an old-lashioned book of beauty. Her hair must be curled, and on it she must wear a shepherdess' hat, with a wreath of roses inside of it, while about her waist must be a deep girdle that will make her look a litt e short-waisted. She can pese with a rose in her hand, although when she is without her hat the rose may find a place in her hair just behind her ear. Ii she is really as charming looking as she ought to bt the artist in popular favor will do a picture of her, exhibit it, and she will have a notoriety that would have frightened h'T grandmother, although she permitted her face to show in the old-fashioned book. The mania that women have for posing for artists is something astounding. It began in Faris. it went to London, and now it is here. The daughter oi a well known American had her picture painted by a celebrated artist, a picture in which beside her. birthday unit, the held a mask up to her face that was her costume. That picture has been photographed and is very generally sold through the United State?, and yet it is not known here, as it is in Paris, exactly w ho the girl is. I do not think New York women aspire to this at least I hope they do not; but when they bek'in this wretched cant of doing things "for art's sake," with a soulful soul and a capital A, I feel as if the impossible were to be expected. How have you gotten along with your renunciations? I heard a man wish that some of the old women who give life to dead scandals, and who ta k over, with morbid and ghoulish glee, the misfortunes of others, would renounce this world the flesh having renounced them and the devil having no use for them, and made me think of what could be renounced. Women who dye their hair might renounce the chemist. Lawyers and doctors might renounce ribs. Pretty women might renounce flirtations. Actresses might renounce paintiDg their eyes so much. House-keepers might renounce bad cooking. Men might renounce gambling. "Women miht renounce indigestible sweets. There are a good many things that might be renounced, but please, good Mr. Editor, don't renounce B.vu, MORE CRITICISM OF "BAB."

"Dick' Closes Ills Argument with the Li-rely Kitty" of Tipton. To the Editor Sir: Please allow me to close my argument in the case of "Sage Brush" vs. "Bab," "Kitty," et al First, I would like to give "Sage Brush" alittlo sage (?) advice. If he wishes to come odfrom this contest alive he should sign a treaty of peace with "Kitty" and present her with half a dozen pairs of garters. I am half disposed to desert to "Kitty's" side of the cone since I read her last article. She is right. Pretty limbs are a blessing a blessing in disguise as it were. Since "Kitty" confirms it, I must acknowledge that ladies wear garters. Not being entirely free from superstition, I can readily imagine th-re may be luck in them also. I beieve I could even view a pair of hoso with equanimity, but "Bab's" realistic way of describing them is so different from the innocent articles themselves. I knbw it is always Eainful to revert to prehistoric events, ut I wish "Kitty" would look up a back number of The Sextixi-l in which "Bab" goes into rapturatics about some very long hose. I was not shocked it's vulgar to be shocked at anything nowadays but I jumped a little when I read it. "Kitty" accuses me of using slang, and I plead guilty to the charge. Yet "Kitty," while your language is pure, and just perfect for Iloosier pntoif, you sometimes twine it into a boomerang. As in this sentence: "Had t u been as modest as you would have it appear you would not have found anything inmodest in that paragraph." Quito likely, "Kitty," but how did you know? Seriously, "Kitty," there are several edged tools that you have been usinr; in your defense of "Bab" with w hich you are in danger of cutting )-our pretty fingers. I w ould cite as an instance "Bab's" expression about critics that dip their pens in acid. Was there not a little acid on your pen when you likened "Sago Brush" to "Bab's" Englishman? And don't you think "Bab" made an acid uous attack on tho Englishman when she defined him as "half brute ami half idiot?" I have no reason to love John Bull and his island; yet I think "Bab's" criticism unjust and even brutal. My grandfather left Ireland and settled in Paris in order to save the British government the expense of a rope. For all that, I can't thiuk that a nation that has planted colonies all over the world, and instilled the principles of liberty in them, can he a nation of brutes. Neither do I Jbelieve that a nation, for four centuries, can lead in letters, statesmanship and discovery, and yet bo a nation ot idiots. There are hundreds of "Babs" that, "do" Europe In a few weeks and report that Englishmen are swine; that the women of Holland pull the canal boats, and of Germany the plows ; that all Frenchmen express their emotions by lifting their shoulders, while their wives are generally some other man's fillet de joi. We might comfare "Bab" with Itudyard Kipling. Kiping made a flying visit to America and saw nothing but thugs, cab-drivers and members of the demi-mendo. "Bab" ran down to Washington and only found one gent eman in the senate. She prescribed a bath for the senators, and found that

their wives were slovens. Men of brains

'have written Kipling down a conceited ass, and I would write Bab down as a very nice woman, without any ideas of her own, and as a very poor judge of men and things. To compare the people's representatives with those pie-faced members of the effeto "Four Hundred" is odious and un-American. The flower of Gotham cockneyism, whoso eir-name is stor, has neither j brains nor breeding. He is simply a legiti mate thing that has inherited a fortune, amassed by his grandfather as a dealer in skunk pelts and muskrat hides. He is closely followed in wealth and position by the grandson of a hardswearing longshoreman. Some place in the list is a son-in-law of this ea:ue longshoreman, whose jackass bray has been heard across the continents. Such is American aristocracy, and such are tho models that '."Bib" selects to compare tho brainiest men of tho nation with! In conclusion, just a word of advice to "Kitty:" Ucm't use acid, and remember that consistency is a diamond breastpin that would shine in a London fog. Don't pour acid on the puppies, for they become old dogs with teeth. Don't for a moment think that "Bab" is a learned woman even if she has a little flighty gniu. And, last of all, pleaso don't think too badly of "Dick." Kossville, March 10. NOT SATISFIED YET. "Sags Brush" YVnnts the Lnst Words In the nV'-"Kltty" Controversy. To the Editor Sir: How will I ever find words adequate to express the deep gratitude that I owe you for your kindness and wisdom in not conforming with my thoughtless and imprudent request to remit my name and addr.es to "Kitty" of Tinton, should she demand it. It was rash folly on my part which, but for your judicious interference, might have resulted very unpleasantly for me, and proved a source of keen regret. I made the oli'er expecting to enter a reasonable discussion and prepared for strong arguments, but had no thought that 1 might be bombarded with anything else, therefore the volley of viiilications, personalities andinsulls that was showered upon me in "Kitty's" hist communication took me wholly by surprise. Arguments are, of course, entirely powerless against such assaults, and, as a better early training forbids my using like weapons, they rind me quite "defenseless. The knowledge of the publicity that would be g ven to the remarks certainly put the originator under some restraint, an 1 1 shudder to think what they would have been had there been no restrictions, I am, therefore, everlastingly in your debt, and as my recent criticisms of you as t-Jitor have not been such ns would "put you under any particular obligations to me, aad consequently could bardiy have influenced your actions, I am thoroughly convinced that i have found in you a perfect gentleman, one who has learned the lesson, "Thou ehalt do unto others," etc., and learned it well. Now, please don't dispel this sentiment as an illusion by telling me that "Kity" forgot to inclose the stamps. Ami, now, with your kind permission, I would like to inquire after my fellow sufferer. "Dick," where are you, and how do you feel? Ugh, I have not felt as badly ued up since I had the grip. Tell me, "Dick," in all confidence, what was it we tackled? I fear wo were grossly deceived as to tho age of that Kit no, widow? The only grain of comfort I derive from the fact' that she, at least, thinks me capable of forgetting something, that naturally implies that I once knew something. Don't it? And, by the wav, can you tell me, were those ladies she mentioned alt that ever graced tho white house? I suppose I, a schoolmistress,, ought to know, and I thou2ht I did, but cannot imagine why she did not recite them all, when she might just as well as not. If I were not quito heartless, I would essure you of the tender sympathies of 'Sa;e Brush." Cumberland. Ind., March 18. ROLLED DOWN A MOUNTAIN. Singular Accident to n J'nrty of Young Colorado People. Georgetown', Col., March IS. A frightful accident occurred at 3 o'clock this morning directly opposite tho famous bridal veils above Georgetown. A party of sixteen young people had engaged a team and band wagon belonging to A. B. Kingley of this place to bring them home from the St. Patrick's ball at Silver Plume. At the point named the team became unmanageable and turned the entire party down the mountain side upon the rocks below. Those that escaped injury from tho fall caught it from the kicks and plunges of the horses, so that but one of them is uninjured. It is supposed that the wagon came upon some ice and was too heavy for the animals to hohh Tho driver was William Choate. It is impossible to give the exact injuries to all but as far as known Mary McGreery. Mary Eilis, Mary Shea, Bert Yalle, John Holcomb, Andrew Fitzpatrick and William Choate are badly injured. It Will 1'n.ss in 1833. Crawfordiville Review dsm.l The bill of Senator Magee authorizing a eort of civil service examination tor those who may bo applicants for positions in the various institutions of the state was a very good one, and should not have received the treatment it did in being voted down. There always have been a large number of hungry hounds in the state wanting office, or some position where tho Eay is prompt and the work light, and it ids fair to continue. The matter of competency in the selection of men seems generally of minor consideration. Were th-y good party workers? was tho main thing generally. Consequently almost every year scandals, big and little, are reported from many of the institutions of the state. Magee's bid would have greatly lessened the number of these and a much better class of officials would have been in control. The civil service business is never popular with a hungry office-seeker or the man who is too indolent to earn his bread with his own hands in private life, but decent people have generally a high regard for it. fin Eieutt for It. Terrs Hauts Ex pre ti. J Notwithstanding the fact tlytt New Orleans has long &u tiered by the presence of this element there can be no excuse for Saturday's tragedy as there never can be an excuse for mob law in this country. Ttis People Are Satisfied. Tort! sod Sun J If the legislature of Indiana failed to satisfy the people in regard to the fee and salary bill, there are three reasons to be given for its failure the lobby, The IxiiAXAroLis Sentinel and a lack of backbone on the part of the members.

THE STORY OF A NIHILIST.

SOPHIA'S PLOT AGAINST TtfE CZAR. A Hand of Her Toung Men Admirers Sworn to Do Her mddtng-Tlie Girt Condemoed to Death .V Slothel's Distress. No authentic account lias yt been given of the late political trial or rather condemnation of Russian nihilists for high treason; for trial, in the English sense of the term, there was none, writes the St. Petersburg correspondent of the London Daily Tdcgraph. I have just had a long conversation with one of the dignitaries who played the part ot judge, jury and counsel for the crown during the brief ceremony, which began by accusation, was continued by voluntary confession, and ended in condemnation to death ; and the details communicated by him which are worthy of implicit credence throw a strong if lurid light uton Itussian nihilists in particular and the Bussiun character generally, and if properly worked up by a'Zolaistic realist would make a most sensational novel. The ringleader of the conspirators, and now the chief of the prisoners, is as is frequently the case in Kussian politics a woman; in this instance a woman of excellent education, of iron will, of ravishing beauty, and of undaunted courage; a woman in many respects superior to the celebrated Sophia Perovsky, who directed the operations that culminated in the foul murder of the late emperor, whom she so soon afterward followed to tho grave. This person, Sophia Gunsburg by name, narrated the eventful story of her checkered life to her unsympathetic judges, and narrated it in a most calm, unimpassioned, objective way, which the most impartial of historians might well envy. She was a Jewess by birth, she said, and had been brought up in the pale of settlement, outside of which Jews are not allowed to wander at large. Her parents had given her the best education that was to be had under the unfavorab'e public and private CDnditions in which their lot was cast. Natural aptitude and the oppression that stimulates when it does not crush effected the rest, and in time Sophia Gunsburg became a sort of Jewish Hypatia of the pale. The religious and moral principles, however, instilled into her by her mother and her early teachers were soon washed away by the surge of daily life as it rolled on in the narrow channel of the pale, wrecking young hopes and burying legitimate dt-sires. She saw some of the most estimable men and women of her nation compelled daily to barter their religion for a mess of pottaire, or for still less, the barren right to work for it. She grew accustomed to the sight, and in time the finer moral fibre of her nature was eaten into by the cancer of hatred hatred for the government, which sh deemed responsible for this cruel persecution, unparalleled since the days of the most tyrannical of -the Roman Grsars. After having graduated in the ordinary establishments of intermediate education, Sophia left her birthplace, to v hich she refuses tho name of fatherland, and went abroad to breathe the bracing a;r of freedom. In Geneva her vague inclinations and tendencies were gradually molded into a perfect system of cruel, cold-blooded revenge, which has scarcely its parallel in history. It was in that historic town that she meditated and brooded over the wrongs inflicted by Russia, until at last she hatched a plot, the bare outlines of which make one shudder, and which was certainly more worthy of a fury in human Ehapo than of a beautiful maiden standing upon life's threshold with all the joys and pleasures of existence before her. Holding the government respons.ble for the innumerable evils that deluge the country, she applied the autocratic principle to the extent of admitting that tho government is the czar and the czar she determined to slay! Such was the object of the plot. The means sho intended to employ in order to attain it were to the full as abominable as the end in view. She resolved to gather together a select band of young men, and, dazzling them by the almost irresistible charms of her beauty, to administer to each, unknown to the other, a solemn oath binding him to do her behests, and to assassinate the emperor on a day and in the manner fixed by her. She was determined that, if one failed, another should take his place, and still another after him, until at last tho foul deed should be done. The emperor's successor, too, unless he struck out a new line of policy, was to be stamped out of existence in the same ruthl-es way, and thus lied Terror was to struggle with White until the evils complained of were either abolished or intensified to Mich an extent that the most phlegmatic Kussian peasant could no longer endure them. Sophia Gunsburg had no difficulty in attracting a sufficient number of love-sick young Bus-ians who were smitten by her beauty and grace or made enthusiastic by her eloquence. She saerificd without hesitation or regret all that a puro woman holds dearest in life in order to maintain her hold over these young Catilines. Sho was not, however, wholly a monster, nor was she exempt from all human weaknesses. She herself fell in love, ejurdumcnt in love, with an educated young Kussian, whose paramour she became, but whom she never initiated into her political plots, so that ho continued down to the moment of her arrest in complete ignorance of the part she was playing as regicide. One of the unsuccessful attempts oa the czar's life, chronicled in the Daily Ttlegraph in the early part of last year, was the work of one of Sophia Gunsburg's body guards, and had she not been arrested when she was, the present vear oi grace would probubly have been the last of the reign of Alexander III. When the prisoner hail finished the impressive discourse containing the history of her life and crime, which had been occasionally interrupted by the questions and rebukes of tho presiding dignitaries, the president asked her w hether she felt no compunction for tho abominable deed she resolved and attempted to execute, no 'remorse for the cynical way ia which she had divested liereelf of all feminine modesty. Her reply was an emphatic negative, which rang through th oall like the peal of a musical bell tolling for the death of a youthful bride, and was quickly followed by the solemn sing-song of the judge pronouncing tho sentence of ignominious death. Her companions were condemned to various terms of hard . labor in tho mines a sentence surpassing in severity the most painful kind of death all except one, her lover, who, because perfectly ignorant of her criminal plans, was fintlly released, after having languished ia solitary confinement for a length of time sullicient to make him wish for a release into the life of this sublunary world or into the

next. The emperor, when informed of the death sentence, commuted it into imprisonment for life. Sophia's parents are still living in the pale, and when her old mother heard of her condemnation she offered to abandon Judaism and become a Christian in order to obtain the needful authorization to leave the pale of settlement and como op to SL Petersburg to see her dearly-beloved daughter, who had gone so far astray from the path of duty since last they had met. The interview took place a few days ago at the fortress, and no more heartrending spectacle was ever before witnessed by the phlegmatic jail official, whose tears fell like rain. The trembling mother approached her daughter, whose beauty was brought out in greater relief by the sombre hue of the prison dress, and who moved slowly and with dignity toward her aed parent without the least sympto-n of tenderness, compunction, or other emotion. Fanaticism had crushed out, or at least repressed, all tender sentiment. "Oh, Sopbh, Sophia, don't you love vour poor old mother who bore you anf nursed and loved you so? Say you have not torn m. from your heart, child. I'll go to the end of the world with you, Sophia, my darling. Don't you remember the old times when you knew no evil? Oh, will they never come back again? I'll be a Christian, anything you like, if they only let me live with you and love you in Siberia. I'll never leave you again. I'll co with you to the mine's of Siberia." Talking thus and sobbing aloud, she staggered to the wall and was supported by the jailers. Her daughter, who had turned as pa'e as a sheet uuring this scene, but had manifested no other sign of emotion, suddenly broke down, losinvr all control over herself the springs of fueling were touched and she solbed hysterically, unable to express herself in words. "1 was indeed a most heartrending 6cene," exclaimed one of the ollicials who witnessed it. "I could not close my eyes all that night. The figure of those two fobbing women will haunt me to my dying day. It would have melted a heart ot stone." But it did not last long. Before the painful greetings were well over, the still more harrowing leavetaking had to be gone through, and the heavy, creaking prison doors closed behind the brokenhearted mother, who found herself alone in the world, while her beautiful young daughter was left to her own conscience and the dreary solitude of a dreary fortress, the bare aspect of which is enough to plunge the soul in tiie deepest abyss of despair. The poor old woman is half crazy with grief, and she has not yet heard the worst. The worst has only just, been decided upon, and consists in the refusal of the emperor to allow Sophia Gunsburg to go to the minds of Siberia, her heinous crime deserving a punishment far more terrible. She is therefore to be kept in close solitary confinement for the remainder of her life in the dreary fortress of gloomy Sch lussel burg, on a bleak island near Lake Ladoga, where many another Nihilist has been lashed into madness or crushed out of existence in a comparatively short space of time. TWO QUAINT OLD SONGS.

Siory or "The Old Sexton" Another of the Karller UalUds. Mrs. Emma Cox sends us the words of two quaint old songs which are worth reproducing for the benefit of our readers. We should bo glad to hear from any one possessing an old song, with a brief history of its authorship. The first old ballad is called "The Sexton." Like many another beautiful poem, tho authorship of "The Sexton" has been claimed by many. It was written by George H." Ixok, a young lawyer of Greensburgh, this state. He wrote many excellent poems, but was so modest withal that his name was never given to the public in any instance, although inquiries were many as to who wrote "The Sexton." Soon after his death, which occurred early in the sixties, the song came out with words by II. Itussel, but the stanzas were not given in the original order and as a few words were changed, we presume that is what gave Mr. Kussel the right to claim it. We have this information from an acquaintance of Mr. Look, to whom he had given a written copy of the poem, at the end of which he wrote: "My friend will please not read this in public nor give the name of its author." The following explanation was given w ith this poem, which is a copy from the original manuscript: 'The foregoing lines were composed in a cemetery. They were suggested to the author upon approaching a newly made grave, near to which stood the sexton, an old man, leaning upon his spade, and a funeral train approaching to deposit the remains of a young and beautiful lady." Niuh to a grave that was newly made leaned a n xton old on his rarth-worn spade. )It Usit was dune, and ho pnused to wait The luueral traiu throuxh I ho open gala. A relic of hr roue days was he, And hiii loses were a white as a foamy sea, And these word came forth from his lips so this; I giibcr the in in, 1 father them In. Many are w'th me, yet still I'm alone, I'm king of the dosd, and I make my throne On a monument (lab t marble cold, And my no pi re of rule is the luade I hold. I re budded the houses that lie arouud, -In every nook of this burial ground ; hat coiue tiior stranger oroome they kin, I githcr tbem iu, I g&thcr them in. I ir.ither them In, both man and boy, Year aiter year, of grief or joy. Mother and daughter, father and son. Come in my solitude one by one. Come they from cottage or come they from hall. Mankind are mr subjects, all. all, ail. Ia-1 them loiter in pttasureor toilfully spin, I gather tbcm in, 1 gather theni in. I gather them ia and their final rest Is tiers, down hers ia the earth's dark breast. Tho s-xton cea"d, for the funeral trjin Wound mutely over mat solemn plain, And I said in my heart w lien time is told A mightier voice than that sexton's old Mibll souud o'er the last trump's dreadful din, I gather them In, I gather theia in. The following are the words of a song that was popular when the nineteenth century was young, but who the author or when composed is not known. It is ingeniously put together, for if you want to advocate the ladies' cause, read the first and third lines, then the second and fourth of each stanza: MATRIMOSY. That man must lead a happy life. Who's tr-e from matrimonial claims. Who Is directed by a wife, Is sure to sudor for his paloi. Adam could f nd no solid pesee. When ! was given for m mate. Until be saw a woman's face, Adam was in a happy state. Ia the female face appear, Hypocrisy, deceit and pride; Truth, darlins, of a heart ittncera, is'e'er's known In woman to reside. Wh'.t tongue Is able to unfold, The falsehoods that in woman dwell. The worth of woman we behold. Is a.moit iuiperct-ptibie. Curs-d be the foolish man, I say, Who changes from bis tingk-nesi, Who will pot yield to woman's away, Is sure of perfect blessedness. That Was Song of Sixpence. iruck.i "Wbv, your husband sings all day long, likes bird." "Except when I ask for money. Then he talks short all day, like a bear," '

WlJiTER WAYS IN BE11LIX,

WHAT AN INDIANAPOLIS LADY NOTED. The Kaiser's Recent IJ'.rthday A Large City Illuminated People Without Fires The Curiosities of an Intensive Museum A Historic Guillotine. Bebtjn-, Feb. 13. Special. The kaiser's recent birthday was a national holiday. Flags were flying and pictures and busts of the emperor, wreathed in flowers and green, occupied the shop windows instead of the usual displays of commerce. All the foreign embassadors called at the palace. We did not. There is one particular portal through which only the royal family is expected to pass. Ey special permission the foreign representatives are allowed that privilege. It was through Empress Augusta Minister Phelps obtained the right to go through the front door, yet a big beer wagon went lumbering through the sacred entrance without question. The palace covers several blocks, the inside divided into courts. K very thing is done to invest the presence of the kinz with sanctity. Fur instance, at the west end ot Unter den Linden is the Ilrandenburg gate. This was built a hundred years ago, and was then one of the entrances of the city. There aro five passages under its doric columns and the central one ia reHered for royalty. It makes a free-born American citizen fairiy ache to go through that roadway, because three able-bodied policemen stand guard to keep the ground sacred for the king of Prussia and emperor of Germany. The illumination of the city was a brilliant eight. Some of the entire fronts of tall buildings were one blaze of electric lights arranged in different designs, representing the coat of arms, monograms, and other patriotic things. Of course, Ldison's incandescent did most of the work. The poor families of the upper stories filled their windows with candles, which shown about as far out in the night as a good deed does in this naughty world. The American life insurance companies were as patriotic as the natives. It is impossible to get away from yankee enterprise. In the street car you see American washing crystal, and the same picture of the woman in tho rockinc chair while the washing does itself. Chicago corned beef is a staple. There is a love for a king an American does not feel for his chief ruler, especially if he has once seen him in an old slouch hat waiting in tbe transfer car for a ride. This birthday seemed to each subject a personal matter, while the shining of the sun was considered a favorable omen. In the evening, at a large concert we attended, when the orchestra struck up the national air, England's also, and our beloved America, the large audience arose and remained standing, and at the close Wagner's Kaiser march created great enthusiasm. Living here one forms a higher appreciation for this emperor than from newspaper accounts. He has established a kind of an insurance, for the working people. Every week eacii servant has to buy a stamp costing 20 pennies, or 5 American cents. These are kept in books furnished by the police, half the exjen?o paid by the employer. This fund is to be returned in sickness and old age. When a servant is sick his employer is required to be responsible for his care, so. though waires are much less than iu our country, there are many beneficent laws for the poor. The empress has had a number of tenement houses built lately to reduce rent for the very poor. A few weeks ago there was a great tlood at Carlsbad and a poor music teacher had her piano ruined. She wrote to the emperor telling him of her trouble. He happened, soon after, to be at a state dinner and tol 1 the story, passing the plate after putting on a hundred marks himself. Enough was soon raised to buy her an eloant instrument, leaving her a snug sum besides. No doubt the emperor will hear from other ladies. It is said 50,000 people spend the winter here without tire. 'That must mean sutlering, but the winter has seemed mild to us, thoutrh counted severe here. The coldest days we had we saw servant women out of doors with arni9 bare to the shoulder. This warm week has melted the ice in the Spree and must soon stop the fine skating. This is the great pastime now. There are many skating places, but the popular one is in the Tier garden. Here llas, including our own beautiful stars anil stripes, make a gay scene, while musdc adds to the joy of the" delightful motion. (We speak of the motion from hearsay. We tried the ice once and the gravity ia the earth's center was the only force we felt.) There is much fancy skating, and youn; men and maidens join hands, and by their stollen glances make one feel tho world is very much akin. Refreshments are served on tables oa the ice. Even old men and trray-haired women indulge in the sport. Speakinz of the river, the way boats are propelled here is peculiar. The men crawl along, head down, with the oar or propeller against the breast. It U a form of labor that is aoout like the drawing of heavy wagons by men or women, sometimes assisted by dogs. As these are cheaper than horses much of the brick, coal and other heavy material is drawn by men who bend almost to the ground to move their load. Every one is taking advantage of the fine concerts and many of the theaters and places of amusement. Tho less worldlyminded are visiting museums and art galleries. Both classes take in the panopticums. Wax-works hero are really wonderful. You can see all tho kings from the beginning, the present royal family, besides the great of your own land. Koch is represented in his laboratory, liight here, while bis successes are told far and wide, the failures are kept quiet. We have been told by one of his students that there have been so many deaths among those beine treated it is not a settled question yet. We are not much for relics. The handkerchief Marie Antoinette used looks simply like a soiled bit of old silk, but the coaches used hundreds of years ago, with their immense wheels, did bring imagination into play. A guillotine, which is declared to bo the original one that was used in the French Involution to behead ;10,00 ;) rersons', makes one feel a little "creepy." t is on its scafl'old. If those are not the veritable eteps up which old men, young men and even maidens climbed, and if that is not the curve where many a noble neck rested, then we feel bad a half hour for nothing. We had the honor of being taken for a wax figure, tkuue of them are mortally homely. We were restimr in a chair, feeling about as animated as the other figures, when two children came up. We regarded them fixedly, land they began to examine us closely, when a smile at first frightened them and then made then? run away with a langh. The royal museums make one wish he lived in a monarchy. The building called the Old Museum is the handsomest ia Ber

lin. It is in the Greek stylo with an Ionio portico. The entrance is adorned with celebrated works of art in stone and marble. The interior is well arranged for intelligent study. The gallery of antiquities gives one an idea of art before and at the time of Christ. Of course, many "original" pieces look like children's toys a month after Christmas. The hall of the heroe, in eleven compartments, belong to early art. To some eople these statues are full of beauty. To others they are simply rows upon rows of unnaturally larze people much in need cf cast off clothing or a sewing society. The medieval and renaissance sculptors are very fine. Copies whoso original ara found in the Louvre and in Italy make it possible to see all noted statuary here. In the new museum, which is connected with the old, is a collection of casta arranged in twe lve groups. Next comes the Babylonian room containing relics from that ancient civilization. We will not take your space by translating the cuneiform inscriptions. Adjoiting is the Assyrian room.' Here one can examine objects of interest found in the ruina of palaces at Ninevah and other cities built in the eighth and ninth centuries before Christ. Perhaps the most celebrated thing in this city is the Egyptian mummy. It is arranged by dynasties, which is a great help in studying the subject The first scene is an Kgyptian temple. Hero is the altar and ligures of gods and colossal figures of king;-, even Sesostris himself, though you cant, prove it by us just when he reigned. Anvwav thcr have one worthy here who live'd 2000 B.'C., The hall of the tombs contains real tombs of people buried 2500 B. C, and mummies in every form until one is tired. There is jewelry ladies wore in the time of Moses. Perhaps the lady who owned these jewels sleeps in that mummy cloth near. 1'erhaps that little child near, who fell asleep 4,000 years ago, played with these rude Egyptian toys. It is curious to see how many things we call modern inventions were known almost in perfection then. It is with a feeling of relief one comes back to the present after being long with the dead past. There is a fine collections of bronzes, besides 2.300 rare vases and a collection of gems. But perhaps everyone feels most satisfaction with the pictures. In the rotunda of the old museum is tho celebrated tapestry from designs by Raphael. Tho scenes are taken from scriptura and it is hard to realize it b woven in stead of painted. There are some remarkable mural paintings over which one could linger for hours. The picture gallery is arranged in schools, the early Italian masters coming first. The Madonna was the favorite creation in those days. We counted I'M and then let tho rest go. Some are exquisite, others horrible. The last judgment, by Fra Angelico, is perhaps tho most noted of this period. It would be a treasure to an old-fashioned calvani-t. The good aro marching olT to the risht, having happy greetings, kissing friends, etc. At the left the "goats" are coing down to a Very uncomfortable place. Snakes are crawling down the throats of the wicked, and the scene is so real one can almost see tho victims writhe. Some are immersed in cauldrons of fire. Not a few shaven hea la are in this place of torment, but the most horrible thing is the presence of lovely little babies supposed to have been among the "damned. The devil is in the act of swallowing a few of these innocents. Itaphel Corriggioand other no'cd artists are well represented. The Tutch and German schools are represented by very choice selections, and the French as well. A picture by Murillo attracts great admiration. You remember St. Anthony always longed for the vision of the Infant Christ, and finally hia life was so pure and holy the angels brought him the baby. Such is the legend. St. Anthorry is devouring the beautiful baby with kisses, and looks more like a harpy father than a monk. "Is this the original I" we heard some Americans ask, and it is astonishing how the canvass glows with new life when the catalogue saysHhe "original" copy. There ought to be an American room. Our Steele and Cox and others could compete with man j pictures justly famous. My ha Goodwin Tvaxtz, A TELL-TALE LOCK.

Risky for an Agent to Tamper with Slatl Pouches. "It is a very risky thing nowadays for 5 mail agent to interfere with tho lock oa the mail pouches in his care," said Assistant Postmaster Gay lor the other day to a New York MorU reporter. "This lock makes it practically impossible for any interference to go undiscovered. Examine this lock and you will see that each time you turn the key the register moves up one number. I lock it oa the number 1,234. 'ow you unlock it. See, the number is now 1,235. And you cannot get it back to the first number, do what you may. All our locks begin at 1 and stop at 9,W9, giving them a life of service cf thirty-three years. When the last number is reached tho lock will not work any moro unless it is Bent lack to the factory and 'upset.' "This fact was unknown to the route agent who ran between Altoona and Harrisburg in 18S1, when the lock was first adopted by tho government. He had no dilliculty in procuring a key to open the lock, and figured that he could manage to go through the contents of his pouch, and by the use of a turning lathe, which he took in the car with him, he could eend the numbers flying till he would get back to the number charged against him on leaving the postoffice at Harrisburg. It was mail lock No. 102, registered out on No. 23. "After going through the contents of the pouch and getting a good swag he placed his lock in the lathe and cotnmencvd ta turn. It didn't take very long to make 9,000 revolutions on the lathe, but w hen the lock refused to go past 9,0'JO the fellow got frightened, and, throwing hi booty down on the floor of the car, ha jumped off and took to the woods. "This was a warning to others, and we scarcely ever hear of any attempts to tackle this lock. It is the best kind of a protection against so-called honest fellowi who don't mind stealing a few hundred U they risk nothing fellows who are In positions of trust. It simply keeps watcii, and if one of the men acts dishonestly, it just tells on him. But it tells every time, and can't bo bribed." An Object Leston. IPuek.1 High-Triced Doctor "You aro now convalescent, and all you need is exercise. You should walk ten mike a day sir ; but your walking should have an object.'' Patient "All right, doctor ; I'll travel around trving to borrow enough to pay yourbill A Uool Starter. iruck.J "What are you going to do with your boy?" "I think of getting him on the police force." "lias he any special qualifications?" "Well, he is never around Mhen he Is vented,".