Pike County Democrat, Volume 24, Number 20, Petersburg, Pike County, 6 October 1893 — Page 6

CLEVELAND ON SILVER, A Mor« Hopeful Feellni Created In Fl» nanclal Circles by President CleTtUuMfl Letter to Got. Northen or Georgia* Setting Forth Where lie Stand* on the Money Question—Me Wants a Stable Currency. New York, Sept. 29.—The Evening Post says: A more hopeful feeling pervaded down-town business and financial circles to day. The improvement was brought about mainly by the publication of President Cleveland's letter to Gov. Northen of Georgia. Everywhere there was praise to be heard of this letter and Mr. Cleveland for being so frank and outspoken. Bankers and brokers and business men generally were unanimous in declaring it to be an admirable document, and that Mr. Cleveland had spoken at the right time and shown his courage and fealty. The effect of the letter was promptly show on the stock exchange where it was taken as an explicit and complete dehial of the many absurd stories wlfcieh unprincipled Washington correspondents have deluged WhU street this last week to the effect that the administration had given up the fight, |and that a compromise on the silver question was being arranged. The market opened very strong, and there was an advance on nearly all stacks of a point to a point and a half, with sugar leading. The strength in the market was helped also by the beginning of fortnight^ settlements in London. Foreign houses said the London market was strong on Mr. Cleveland's letter, and the general opinion there was that the unconditional repeal of the silver purchase law was inevitable. The letter in question is as follows: Executive Mansion, l September 25. Ih93. f lion. W J. Northen: My Deah Sir—I hardly know how to reply to your letter of the 15th inst. It seems to me that I am quite plainly on record concerning the financial question. My letter accepting the nomination to the presidency, when read in connection with the message lately sent to congress in extraordinary session, appears to mo to be very explicit. I want a currency that Is stable and safe in the hands of our people. 1 will not knowingly be implicated in a condition that will justly make me in the least degree an awerable to any laborer or farmer In the United States for a shrinkage in the purchasing power of the dollar he has received for a full dollar’s wdnh of work, or for a good dollar's worth of the product ot his toil. I not only want our currency to be of such a character that all kinds of dollars will be of equal purchasing power at home, but I want it to be of such a character as wfll demonstrate abroad our wisdom and good faith. thus placing upon a firm foundation our credit among the nations of the earth. I want our financial condition and the laws relating to our currency so safe and reassuring that those who have money will spend and invest it in business and new enterprises instead of hoarding it. You can not cure fright by calling it foolish and unreasonable, and you can not prevent the frightened man from hoarding his mouey. I want good, sound and stable money, and a condition of confidence that will keep it in use. Within the limits of what I have written 1 am a friend of silver, but I believe its proper place in our currency can only be fixed by a readjustment of our currency legislation and the inauguration of a consistent and comprehensive financial scheme. I think such a thing can only be entered upon profitably and hop# fully after the repeal of the law which is charged with all our financial woes. In the present state of the public mind this law can not - be built '’upon nor patched in such a way as to relieve the situation. I am, therefore, opposed to free aqd unlimited coinage of silver by this country alone and independently, and I am in faro* of the immediate and unconditional repeal bt the purchasing clause of the so-called Sherman law. I confess 1 am astonished by the opposition in the senate to such prompt action as would relieve the present unfortunate situation. My | daily prayer is that the delay occasioned by such opposition may not be the cause of plunging the country into deeper depression thau it has yet known, and that the democratic party may not be justly held responsible for such a catastrope. Yours very truly. Grover Cleveland. WANTED TO SEE FATHER. A Crank Finds His Way Into the White j House to Secure the Presjdeut Chair by Fair Means or Foul—He is Neatly Out- ! wilted and Captured. Washington, Sept. 29.—Yesterday morning' shortly before 11 o'clock a ■white man about 28 years of age in some unexplained way found his way into the. lower legions of the White House and meeting the colored cook, said: “I want to see father.” “Who is your father?" the cook asked him. .

“Mr. Cleveland, of course, was his response. Just then Policeman Heller appeared upon the scene and saw at a glance that the man was not altogether right and so he dealt with him accordingly. “Your father is out in the garden,” he told the mysterious visitor. “Come with me and we’ll find him.” Arm-in-arm they started towards the door, the intruder thinking he was going to meet the president; but the officer knew that he would land him at the watch-box. Oh the wav to the box the officer asked the man: “What did you want in the White House?" “I wanted that chair,” was his re spouse. “What chair?” “The president’s chair.” “Don’t you think- the president fills It satisfactorily.” “No, I don’t," was his reply. And 1 intend to get it by fair means or foul. When they got to the watch-box they found Policeman Havin on duty. Doth the officers knew what was going on. The prisoner grabbed the policeman’s black-jack from his pocket, evidenty thinking he was going to get a pistol. He tried to use the club on the officer, butboth officers grabbed him, and the struggle lasted but a few minutes before the man was overpowered and conveyed to the station. llolduu'a Bullets. Chicago, Sept. 39. — Physicians at Presbyterian hospital are not able to say this morning what the final result of Amri M. Bennett’s wound will be. The bullet from Cassius Belden’s revolver has been located in the neck near the vertabrae. It has been decided to allow the ball to become encysted and remain in the neck. C. W. Roswell, assistant chief of the board of trade telegraph office, another of Belden’s victims, is in the same hospital. His condition is improving. The bullet that shattered his jaw has been re moved.

DROWNED IN A MINE floAded by the Sinking of the Uleh* lgomee River In Northern Michigan— Twenty-Eight Men Lose Their LWee, While Eighteen Others Hnd a Narrow Escape—Criminal Carelessness Responsible for the Awful Catastrophe—The Bodies Beyond Recovery. Crystal Falls, Mich., Sept 29.— With a terrific rush the waters of the Michigamee river broke through its bed weakened by mining, into the Mansfield mine, between 9 and 10 o’clock last night, drowning twenty-eight men who were at work directly under the cave-in. There were forty-six men in the mine when the accident, occurred, but eighteen of whom escsaped. None of the bodies have been recovered, and it is believed it will be necessary to divert the channel of the river before they can be secured. The news was slow in reaching the outside world. The nearest telegraph office is at Crystal Falls, six miles away, and though a railroad track runs into the Mansfield mine camp, it was only used to haul * out ore and to bring in supplies. A courier carried the news to Crystal Falls late last night, but not until -this morning was it sent abroad. It is believed to have been the worst disaster that ever occurred in the Lake Superior iron region. When the night shift went on duty it was noticed that more water was coming into the mine than usual, but n» alarm was felt by those at the pumpj, as they managed to keep the "drifts” free. The miners pursued their work as on ever}- night when they started in to pass the twelve hours under ground earning bread for their families. Suddenly, a few minutes after 9 o'clock, there was a loud report and an overpowering rush of water, and the men felt themselves overwhelmed by an avalanche of ore and water. So fast came the flood that it is doubtful whether the men on the upper levels had time to drop their tools and run for their lives to the old shaft. Had any of them reached the perpendicular opening, however, it would have availed them nothing, for this shaft, known as "Old No. 1,” collapsed as soon as the water reached it and undermined its base. , This occurred at precisely 9:80. and it was then known to those in charge of the mine that the men in the upper level had been trapped and drowned like rats by an accident 'which had long been expected. Had there been time the men might' have ; descended by some means to the - lower levels and crossed oyer to Iso. 2, but the in-rushing flood came too fast, and it is thought that most of them met death within five minutes after the break occurred. The men at work in the lower level:, werewarned in time to escape. A few minutes after 9 o'clock they heard an ominous roar, and at once suspecting the cause, dropped their picks and fled for their livesfc The water, pursuing as it did the devious course necessary in running from one level to another, was already ankle deep in the lower levels when the men reached the shaft, and were drawn up from what seemed certain death. The news of the disaster sped on swift wings throughout the little hamlet, and a wild ery of alarm was voiced by the inhabitants as they rushed from their homes and gathered about the shaft just as the last one of eighteen men was brought to the surface alive. When the cause of the accident was explained to the anxious inquirers a cry of horror went up as they realized that the long-expected and muchdreaded accident had taken place at last, and brought with it the results so long feared by the wives and mothers.

mere was a can ior volunteers, which was at once answered, to de* scend the only available shaft and succor, if possible, any man who might possibly be found alive. But the courage and strong intent of the hardy miners was of no avail, as the waters had already reached the lower levels, and the angry roar which greeted the would-be rescuers as they peered over into the Mark channel at once precluded all hope of rescue, and the twenty-eight men were given up. All night the water poured into its new-found bed, and not until 9 o'clock this morning did it resume its natural course after having effectually filled every cavity of the great mine. The death of these twenty-eight men marks the end of the Mansfield mine, for unless the river can be forced to seek another channel, the bodies cannot be secured, nor can this rich deposit of iron ore be worked again. The Mansfield mine is situated on the banks of the Michigamee river, about six miles east of Crystal Falls, the county seat of Iron county,' and has been worked between three and four years and has shipped about 60,000 tons of bessemer ore. The depression in the iron trade has closed practically all the mines in the Crystal Falls district,, and the Mansfield was almost the only one from which any ore was being raised, the fine quality of its piquet enabling it to keep on working. The ore lenses dipped rapidly beneath the stream, and for more than two years the chief workings have been directly under the bed of the river. There has been much trouble with water, and predictions have not been wanting that the river would 6ome day break through the roof of the mine. THE VICTIMS. The following is a list of the lost men. W. H. Pierce. S. Johnson. M. Harrington. A. Fordsandi. S. Peters. F. Johnson. Samuel Johnson. F. Recco. Sheltno Seardra. Peter Fury. Nick Fortona. Charles Popt. John Regula. James Straff man. Ole Carlson. Joseph Kolia. John Holistrom. B. Fortinato. John Kirppu. John Kandalo. John Werner. O. Lindquist. Chris Arcendelo. A. Stepeno. August Cologuns. A. Caustaulo. V. Yadra. Celest NegriL

GARDENS OF THE SEA, Dr. T aim age Goa« Beneath the Billow for a Subject. The Glorious Flowers of the Submarine World, Whose Beauties We May Learn Through the Appliances of Man. The following' discourse upon “The Gardens of the Sea” was delivered by Rev. T. DelVitt Talinage in the Brooklyn tabernacle from the text: The weeds were wrapped about my head.— Jonah 11.5. The botany of the Bible, or God among the flowers, is a fasci nating subject. I hold in my hand a book, which I brought from Palestine, bound in olive wood, and within it are pressed flowers which have not only retained their color, but their aroma; flowers from Bethlehem, flowers from Jerusalem, flowers from Gethsemane. flowers from Mount of Olives, flowers from Bethany, flower? from Siloam, flowers from the Valley of Jehoshaphat. buttercups, daisies, cyclamens, chamomile, blue belis, ferns, mosses, grasses and a wealth of flora that keep me fascinated by the hour, and every time I open it is a new revelation. It is the New Testament of the fields; But my text leads us into another realm of the botanical kingdom. Having spoken to you in a course of sermons about God everywhere—on the astronomy of the Bible, or God among the stars; the ornithology of the Bible, or God among the birds; the ichthyology of the Bible, or God among the fishes; the mineralogy of the Bible, or God among the amethysts; the eonehologv of the Bible, or God among the shells; the chronology of the Bible, or God among the centuries, I speak now to you about the botany of the Bible, or God in the gardens of the sea. Although I purposely take this morning for consideration the least observed and least appreciated of all the botanical products of the world we shall find the contemplation very absorbing. In all our theological seminaries where we make ministers, there ought to be professors to give lessons in natural history. Physical scienee ought to be taught side by side with Revelation. It is the same God who inspires the page of the natural world as the page of the scriptural world. What a freshening up it would be to our sermons to press into them even a fragment of Mediterranean sea weed. We should have fewer sermons awfully dry if we imitated our blessed Lord, and in our discourses, like him. we would let a lily bloom, or a crow fly, or a hen brood her chickens, or a crystal of salt flash out the preservative qualities of religion. The trouble is that in many of our theological seminaries men who are so dry themselves they never could get people to come and hear them preach, are now trying to teach young men how to preach, and the student is put between two great presses of dogmatic theologyand squeezed until there is no life left in him. Give the poor victim at least one lesson on the botany of the Bible. That was an awful plunge that the recreant prophet Jonah made when, dropped over the gunwales of the Mediterranen ship, he sank many fathoms down into a tempestuous sea. Both before and after the monster of the deep swallowed him, he was entangled in seaweed. The jungles of the deep threw their cordage of vegetation around him. Some of this seaweed was anchored to the bottom of the watery abysm and some of it Was afloat and swallowed by the great sea monster, so that, while the prophet was at the bottom of the deep after he was horribly imprisoned, and he could exclaim and did exclaim in the words of my text: “The weeds were wrapped about my head.” Jonah was the first to record that there are growths upon the bottom of the sea, as well as upon land. The first picture I ever owned was a handfnl of seaweed pressed on a page, and I called them “The Shorn Locks of Nep

tune. i piuuucts ux me uwp, whether brown or green or yellow or pulple or red or intershot of many colors, are most fascinating. They are distributed all over the depths and from Arctic to Antarctic. That God thinks well of them I conclude from the fact that He has made six thonsand species of them. Sometimes these water-plants are four hundred toseven hundred feet long, and they cable the sea. One specimen has a growth of fifteen hundred feet. On the northwest shore of our country is a seaweed with leaves thirty or forty feet long, amid which the sea-otter makes his home, resting himself on the buoyancy of the leaf and stem. The thickest jungles of the tropics are not more full of vegetation than the depths of the sea. There are forests down there and vast prairies all abloom, and God walks there as He walked in the Garden of Eden ‘in the cool of the day.” Oh, what entraijcement. this sub-aqueous world! Oh, the God-given wonders of the seaweed! Its birthplace is a palace of crystal! The cradle that rocks it is the storm! Its grave is a sarcophagus of beryl and sapphire! There is no night down there. Theije are creatures of God on the bottom of the sea so constructed that, strewn along, they make a firmament besprent with stars, constellations and galaxies of imposing luster. The sea-feather is a lamplighter. The gvinnotus is an electrician, and he is surcharged with electricity and makes the deep bright with the lightning of the sea. The gorgona flashes like jewels. There are sea anemones ablaze with light. There is the star fish and the moon fish, so called because they so powerfully suggest stellar and lunar illumination. Oh? these midnight lanterns of the ocean caverns; these processions of flame over the white floor of the deep; these illuminations three miles down under the sea; these, gorgeously upholstered castles of the Almighty in the under world ! The author of the text felt the pull of the hidden vegetation of the Mediterranean, whether or

notj he appreciated its beauties as he cries out: “The weeds were wrapped about my head.” Let my subject cheer all those who had friends who hare been buried at sea or in our great American lakes. Which of us brought up on the Atlantic coast has not had kindred or friend thus sepulchered? We had the usele»s horror of thinking that they were nenied proper restinir-place. We said: "Oh, if they had lived to come ashore, and had then expired! What an alleviation of our * trouble it would have been to put them in some beautiful family plot, where we could have planted flowers and trees over them.” Why, God tyd better for them than we could have dfine for them. They were let down into beautiful gardens. Before they had reached the bottom they had garlands about their brow. In more elaborate and adorned place tha°n we could have afforded them they were put away for the last slumber. Hear it,-mothers and fathers of sailor boys whose ship went down in our last hurricane! There are no Greenwoods or Laural Hills or Mount Auburns so beautiful on the land as there are banked and terraced and scooped and hung in the depths of the sea. The bodies of our foundered and sunken friends are girdled and canopied and housed with such glories as attend no other Necropolis. They were swamped in life-boats or they struck on Goodwin sands or Deal beach or the Skerries and were never heard of. or disappeared with the City of Boston or the Ville de Havre or the Cymbria, or were run down in a fishing smack that put out from Newfoundland. But dismiss your previous gloom about the horrors of ocean entombment. When Sebastopol was besieged in the Anglo-French war Prince Mentschikoff, commanding the Russian navy, saw that the only way to keep the English out of the harbpr was to sink all of the Russian ships ofjvar in the roadstead, and so one lruhdred vessels sank. When, after the war was over, our American engineer, tlowan,! descended to the depths in a diving-bell it was an impressive spectacle. One hundred buried ships! But it is that way nearly all across the Atlantic ocean. Ships sunk not by command of admirals, but by command of cyclones. But they all had sublime burial, and the surroundings amid which they sleep the last sleep are more imposing than the Taj Mahal, the mausoleum with walls encrusted with precious stones, and built by the great mogul of India over his empress. Your departed ones were buried in the gardens of the sep, fenced off by hedges of coraline. The greatest obsequies ever known on the land were those of Moses, where no one but God was present The sublime report of that entombment is the Book of Deuteronomy, which says that the Lord buried him. and of those who have gone down to slumber in the deep the same may be said: “The Lord buried them." As Christ was buried in a garden, so your shipwrecked friends, and those who could not survive till they reached port, were put down amid iridescence—•. “In the midst of the garden there was a sepulchre.” It has always been a mystery what was the particular mode by which George G. Cookman, the pulpit orator of the Methodist church and the chaplain of the American congress, left this life after embarking for England on the steamship President, March 11, 1841. That ship never arrived in port. No one ever signaled her, and on both sides of the ocean it has for fifty years been questioned what became of her. But this I know about Cookman. that whether it was iceberg, or conflagration midsea, or collision, he had more garlands on his ocean tomb than if, expiring on land, each of his million friends had put a bouquet on his casket. In the midst of the garden was his sepulcher.

jnu inai orings uie;iu uutitT tuc misnomer in tliis Jonahitic expression of the text. The prophet not only made a mistake by trying to go to Tarshish when God told him to go to Nineveh, but he made a mistake when he styled as weeds these growths that enwrapped him on the day he sank. A weed is something you throw out from the garden. It is. something that chokes the wheat. It is something to! be grubbed out from among the cotton. It is something unsightly to the eye. It is an invader of the vegetable or floral world. But this growth that sprang up from the depths of the Mediterranean, or floated on its surface. was among the most beautiful things that God ever makes. It was a water plant known, as the red-colored Alga, and no weed at all. It comes from the loom of infinite beauty. It is planted by heavenly love. * It is the star of a sunken firmament. It is a lamp which the Lord kindled. It is a cord by which to bind whole sheaves of practical suggestion. It is a poem all whose contos are rung by Divine goodness. Yet Jre all make the mistake that Jonah made in regard to it, and call it a weed. “The weeds are wrapped about my head.” Ah! that is the trouble on the land as on the sea. We call those weeds that are flowers.' Pitched up on the beach of society are children without home, without opportunity for anything but sin, seemingly without God. They are washed up helpless. They are called ragamuffins. They are spoken, of as the rakings of the world. They are waifs. They are street Arabs. The are flotsam and jetsam of the sodial sea. They are something to be left alone, or something to be trod on, or something to give up to decay. Nothing but weeds. They are up the rickety stairs of the garret. They are down in the cellar of that tenement house. They swelter in summers when they see not one blade of green grass, and shiver in winters that allow them not one warm coat or shawl or shoe. Such the city missionary found in one of our city rookeries, and when the poor woman was asked if she had sent her children to school,” she replied. “No, sir, I never did send ’em to school. I know it, they ought to learn,, but I couldn’t. I try to shame him sometimes (it is my husbund, sir), but he

drinks and then beats me. (Look at that bruise on my face), and I tell him to see what is cornin’ to his children. There's Peggy, goes sellin’ fruit every night in those cellars in Water street, and they’re hells, sir. She’s learning all sorts of bad words there, and don’t get back till twelve o’clock at night. If it wasn’t for her earnin’ a shillin’ or two in. them places, I should starve. Oh, I wish they was out of the city. Yes, j.t is the truth; I would rather have all my children dead than on the street, but I can’t help it.” Another one of those poor women, found by a reformatory association, recited her story of want and woe, and looked up and said: “I felt so hard to lose the children when they died, but now I’m glad they’re gone.” Ask any one of a thousand such children on the streets: “Where do you live?” and they will answer: “I don’t live nowhere.” They, will sleep to-night in ash-barrels, or under outdoor stairs, or on the wharf, kicked and bruised and hungrv. Who cares for them? Once in awhile a city missionary or a tract distributor or a teacher of ragged schools will rescue one of them, but for most people they are only weeds. Yet, Jonah did no more completely misrepresent the .Red Alga about his head in the Mediterranean than most people misjudge these poor and forlorn and dying children of the street. They are not weeds. They are immortal flowers. Down in the deep sea of woe. but flowers. When society and the church of God come to appreciate their eternal value there will be more C. L. Braces and more Van Meters and more angers of mercy spending their fortunes and their lives in the rescue. Hear it. oh, ye philanthropic and Christian and merciful souls; not weeds, but flowers. I adjure you as the friends of all newsboys’ lodging houses, of all industrial schools, of all homes for friendless girls, and for the many reformatories and humane associations now on foot. How much (yive they already accomplished? Out of what wretchedness, into what good home. Of twenty-one thousand of these picked up out of the street and sent into country homes, only twelve children turned out badly. In the last thirty years a number that no man can number of the vagrants have been lifted into respectability and usefulness and a Christian life. Many of them have homes of their own. Though ragged boys once and street girls, now at the head of prosperous families, honored on earth and to be glorious in Heaven. Some of th§m have been governors of states. Some of them are ministers of the Gospel. In all departments of life those who were thought to be weeds lufve turned out to be flowers. One of these rescued lads from the streets wrote to another, saying: “I have heard you aye studying for the ministry: so am I.” My hearers, I implead you for . the newsboys of the streets, many of them the brightest children of the city, but no ehance. Do not step on their bare feet. Do not, When they steal a ride, cut behind. When the paper is three cents once in awhile give them a five cent piece, and tell them to keep the change. I like the ring of the letter the newsboy sent back from Indiana, where he had been sent to a good home, to a Xew York newsboys’ (lodging house : “Bovs, we should show ourselves that we are no fools, that we can become as respectable as any of the countrymen, for Franklin and Webster and Clay were poor boys once, and even George Law and Vanderbilt and Astor. And now, boys, stand up and let them see you has got the real stuff in you. Come oujjiere and make respectable and honorable men, so they can say: There,that boy was once a newsboy.’ ” My hearers, join the Christian philanthropists who are changing or-gan-grinders and bootblacks and newsboys and street Arabs and cigar girls into those who shall be kings and queens unto God forever. It is high time that Jonah finds out that that which is about him is not weeds but flowers.

And if the unintelligent creatures oi the Mediterranean and the Atlantic ocean He surrounds with such beautiful grasses of the deep what a Heaven we may expect for our uplifted and ransomed souls when we are unchained of the flesh and rise to realms beatific. Of the flora of that “sea of glass mingled with fire” I have no power, to speak, but I shall always be glad that when the prophet of the text, flung over the gunwales of the Mediterranean ship descended into the boiling sea, that which he supposed to be weeds wrapped about his head were not weeds but flowers. And am I not right in this glance at the botany of the Bible in adding to Luke's mint, anise and cummin,! and Matthew's tares, and John's vine, and Solomon’s cluster of camphire, and Jeremiah's balm, and Job’s bulrush, and Isaiah's terebinth, and Hosea's thistle, and Ezekiel’s cedar, and ‘‘the hyssop that springeth out of the wall.” and the “Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley,” and the frankincense and, myrrh and cassia which the astrologers brought to the manger, at least one stalk of the Alg® of the Mediterranean. ' And now I make the marine doxology of David my peroration, for it was written about forty or fifty miles from the place where the scene of the text was enacted. “The sea is His and He made it! and His hands formed the dry land. 0, come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord our Maker. For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture.” Amtn. —A Christian should make his Saviour a perpetual companion everywhere and on every day of the week. Christ offers to walk with him in every day’s journey of life. AVhat companionship so enlivening and so purifying as His? and what else can so make our hearts “burn within ns by the way?” —Man’s descent, destiny and dignity are all ^comprehended in this, that he is the child of God.

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