Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 42, Petersburg, Pike County, 25 February 1898 — Page 3

?kt gift; County §mo<rat ML MeC. STOOPS, Editor and Proprietor. PETERSBURG. . - INDIANA.

HARVEST-TIME. f m free to say I never have seen a throne, as yet; An old hen looks like she owned one, when she‘s ready to set; And the cat looks like she owned one, when she takes the rocking-chair; 1 always think a king or queen must have that kind of air! But where I feel like I own one, good as a king or queen, And maybe a little better, is on the mow-ing-machine. 'Btar and Comet ahead of me, pulling for all they’re worth. And the wheat Just bowing down to me— I tell you, I own the earth! Tve seen in some queer old picture a king In a war-machine ’With scythes fixed round the wheel-hubs— or maybe it was a queen— But I shouldn’t like that business; you may call it what you will, "War. or glory, or victory, but murder Is murder still. ;8o I like my kind of a chariot better than that old thing "That used to mow off people, and anyhow, what's a king? - The more I read the papers the more It seems to me "That a king is the farthest person in the world from being free. But when I’m up on the mower, watching the falling wheat, "With the whole blue sky above me, I tell you, life Is sweet! And you’d wonder If you could listen to the thoughts that cotne to me. That seem to grow right out of the things I hear and see. Onk of the thoughts that mother put In my heart to stay AVas how the L*>rd of the harvest took things of every day. And showed their wonderful meanings, and made the far things clear By likening them to little common ones 0 that were near. A storm came up from the valley yesterday afternoon; AVe were bound to save the wheat dry, and we stepped to a lively tune. And the last big load rolled into the bam, all safe and sound, Just as the clouds turned over, ar.d it seemed like the world was drowned. AVe stood and watched and listened; the lightning split theakv; The thunder roared and shattered, and then the storm went by. And great white clouds like castles and mountains floated low. All dazzling with the sunshine, whiter than any snow. 1 knew what mother was thinking; it wasn’t far to seek; But I’m hot much at talking; I waited for >:**r to spe’hk. The world w as shining, sparkling, but all as still as death. “And the reas*ers are the angels,” said mother, under her breath. —Margaret Vandegrift, In Youth’s Companion.

“Che Charge at Shiloh.” BY WRIGHT A. PATTERSON. [Written for This Paper.] KWWA

E BOYS called him“OurYeteran.” To the townspeople he was poor old John Worden, an inmate of the county poorhofifse, an expense to the tax payers of the county, and n generally uninteresting character. But I believe that we boys knew the old than better than our elders, for we got nearer the warm, patriotic old heart. And he was patriotic. A wooden leg and .armless coatsleeve testified to that. But these things did mot seem to raise him above the balance of the inmates of the •county hvrase to the grown people of the town. With us boys “Our Veteran” was a general favorite. He amused us with stories of the war,* Some of them of the sad incidents of that long and terrible conflict, and some of them of the humorous things he saw' and experienced while wearing Uncle Sam’s blue. But his masterpiece was the “Charge at •Shiloh.” That charge in itself was but nn incident of a great buttle. The histories hardly mention it. It may or may not have had any important effect •on the result of that bloody engagement. but to “Our Yeteran”i»hiloh w as -the one great battle of the war. beside which all others were but skirmishes, and that charge the greatest feature of the entire battle. iKtring the w ar Old John had been a sergeant in the—th Indiana cavalry. His command had beets with (Irant at Vicksburg. He had been through the •campaign leading up to the siege of that city, had in fact, seen active service from the beginning of the war under -Grant or his predecessors in the Mississippi valley. Of the battle and skirmishes of these campaigns he had an inexhaustible fund of stories and incidents that would interest <us. Of these we seldom heard the same one twice, and no two cf them ever began in the same way. But with the “Charge at Shiloh" it was different. The incidents of that ride wejre related to us every Saturday afternoon, and its completion w as a signal for us to scamper home, for there would be no more stories that -day. It was given as a fitting climax to -all of the other stories of the day. We could always tell, too when that •atory Was coming, for he had a way of Introducing it which he never used for .any other. He would take his pipe from .his mouth, lay it on the bcmch beside him, then rising to his feet would be,gin: “Now, boys.” We could always tell, too, when that "That was the introduction to the •“Charge at Shiloh.” His gray eyes -would kindle with a new light, the tatooped body assume a more erect pose. ***Our Veteran” would for the time being become Sergt. John Worden, of the —-th Indiana cavalry. “Now, boys. I am going to tell you -of that great battle at Shiloh. Of the cavalry charge in which I lost both an .arm and a leg while following my country’s flag across a bullet-swept meadow. It was a wonderful charge, boja, I V

think it the most wonderful of the war. I can see it all now as I saw it 20 yean ago. “I can see those shadowy forms moving quietly through the timber away over to the left; they are so plain that you ought to be able to see them too. There are only a few of them in* sight now, but FU bet there are more back of them. See them working towards the edge of the timber, dodging from tree to tree, crawling through the grass and running across the more open spaces. Cap, them fellows mean trouble.” By the time this stage of the story was reached the old soldier had be* come oblivious to our presence. He wai fighting the battle over again, seeing the things and saying the things he did 20 years before. “Cap, see that? See that smoke 1 That’s a line of skirmishers opening fire on us. Better raise them muzzles a little, Johnny; you’re failin’short. “Cap! Cap! See there! I told yot there was more a-comin*. See that second line back in there? They meat business. Cap, I bet they do. See then! skirmishers cornin’ out. Them fellowi in the center is crawling further out See that little rush on the right? What you say, Cap? Doo’t think they’ll do ui any harm? Why, man, I’ll bet they come at us clear across that meadow. But then. Cap, they’re only infamtry.” “See that skirmish line a fillin’ up Cornin’ In from the main body. Com* on, Johnnies; we’re ^-waitin’ for you. Them bullets is gettin’ a little closer. Cap. Must of raised the sights a bit Zip! That un went too high. Jusi about a thousand yards there, Johnny; that’ll catch us. “Way on the left there. Cap. See! Another company goin’ in. The center oi that line’s crawled up 50 yards in ten minutes. Hurry up, Johnny; it’ll be dark before you get here if you don’t move faster. “What’s that you say, Cap? Lieut Fraser hit. Blast their ornery hides. I'll pay ’em for that before this day’* over. I'll bet. Welder if the old man ’ll let us charge ’em? They’re cornin’ on a little further, Cap. There’s one oi them in that grass along the creek Some one down there is A troop is aftet that fellow. See him fire. There he goes again, and.bv the great Harry, he got him. There, Johnny; there’s a lesson in shootkn’ for you. Them fellowi in old A know how to crack ’em out. “It’s a shame. Cap. not to charge oft ’em. Maybe the old man’s waitin’ to get ’em all together. Hood idea, too, that is. See old Col. Hank down there, Cap. See him watchjn’ em. Believe he’s got most the same idea I have about chargin’ ’em. My, but I’ll bet he’d like to send the old —th across that meadow after ’em. “Good! There goes an orderly,. 1 bet he’s got an order for the old —th to charge. Them Johnnies seem to be inclined to do the same thing themselves. See them linin’ up. Told you, Cap, they was cornin’ after us. “There goes little Billy on the bugle, boys. Listen an’ see what he’s tellin’ I us.

“ ‘Mount!’ Onto them prancin’ steeds of yours. We’re goin’ after them Johnnies. We’ll settle your score for you, lieutenant, even if they didn't hurt you much. We’re cornin’, Johnnies, better run. 0 “‘Forward, guide center, march!' Hear what little Billy says on that bugle, boys. Steady there in the center. Dress to-the right. Next it’ll be trot, nnd then gallop, and then— “ ‘Trot !’ There it is. 1 told you. boys. The next will come just outside the timber in a minute. Them Johnnies don't know what's after them, or they’d be getting back into the woods. “ ‘Gallop!’ Keep the line there, boys. It’s 'bayonets we’re goin’ against, boys. ■ Sabers airainst bayonets. Little Billy ; will be speakin’ that last command in a minute now. “‘Charge! Charge! Charge!’ Billy, you’re a jewel. Watch for the ditch, boys. Jump it. Over you go; there,

THE CHARGE AT SHILOH. Bess, that's a girl. Onto them now, boys. Let them have it. Remember the scores we have to settle with these Johnny rebs. Don’t let them run away. Right at’ tnem. now. •‘They’re goin’ to shoot, boys. It's to be bullets first, then bayonets. There it comes, a solid volley. “Go on, boys, I*m hit. One more score for vou to settle. See that it’s done well.” It always ended so. The old man sank down onto the bench and leaned back against the building. The recitation was giwn with all the force and gesture that he must have used that day at Shiloh, and had cost him more strength than he could well spare. Each Saturday he seemed to grow weaker. We boys always left quietly without a word—of- farewell. They would not have been heeded had we offered them. This sto'/, always the same, related in the same graphic manner, stamped the incidents of that charge on my mind so strongly that I shall never forget them; but%. “Our Veteran” has crossed the last river, has made his last charge, and I shall never hear the “Charge at Shiloh” from hia lips agmty%

THE NEWSPAPER PRESS. Rev. Dr. Tabnage Discourses Upon the Aliy of the Pulpit. Tramdow Influence for Good or KrU Exerted by the Newspaper — Tho Trials aad Temptations of Newspaper Men Portrayed.

In the following sermon Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage tells in what manner his sermons bare come to a multiplicity of publication unexampled in the history of pulpit literature. The text is: They shall seem like torches; they shall ran like lightnings.—Nahum it , 4. Express, rail train and telegraphic communication are suggested if not foretold in this text, and from it I start to preach a sermon in gratitude to God and the newspaper press for the fact that I hare had the opportunity of delivering through the newspaper press 2,000 sermons or religious addresses, so that 1 have for many years been allowed the privilege of preaching the Gospel every week to every neighborhood in Christendom, and in many lands outside of Christendom. Many have wondered at the process by which it has come to pass, and for the first time in public place I state the three causes. Many years ago, a young man who has since become eminent in his profession, was then studying law in a distant city. He came to me, and said that for lack of funds he must stop his studying, unless through stenography I would give him sketches of sermons, that he might by the sale of them secure means for the completion of his education. I positively declined, because it seemed to me an impossibility, but after some months had paased, and I had reflected upon the great sadness for such a brilliant young man to be defeated in his ambition for the legal profession, 1 undertook to serve him; of coure, free of charge. Within three weeks there came a request for those stenographic reports; from many parts of the continent. Time passed on, and some gentlemen of my own profession, evidently thinking that there was hardly room for them and for myself in this continent, began to assail me, and became so violent in their assault that the chief newspapers of America put special correspondents in my church Sabbath by Sabbath, to take down such reply as I might make. I never made reply, except once, for about three minutes, bat those correspondents could not waste their time and so they telegraphed the sermons to their particular papers. After awhile. Dr. Louis KlopsOh, of New York, systematized the work into a syndicate until through that and other syndicates he has put the discourses week by week before ; more than 20,000'(KM) people on both sides of the sea. There have been so many guesses on this subject, many of them inaccurate, that I now tell the true story. I have not improved the opportunity as I ought, but I feel the time has come when, as a matter of common justice to the newspaper press,

l snouiu maKe mis statement in a sermon commemorative of the two thousandth full publication of sermons and religious addresses, saying nothing of fragmentary reports, which would run up into many thousands more. There was one incident that I might mention in this connection showing how an insignificant event might influence us for a lifetime. Many years ago. on a Sabbath morning, on my wav to church in Brooklyn, a representative of a prominent newspaper met me and said: “Are you going to give us any points to-day?" I said: “What do you mean by ‘points?* ” lie replied: “Anything we ean remember." I said to nfVself: “We ought to be making ‘points' all the time in our pulpits, aud hot deal in platitudes and inanities." That one interrogation put to me that morning started in me the desire of making points all the time and nothing but points. And now. how can I more appropriately commemorate the two thousandth publication than by speaking of the newspaper press as an ally to the pulpit, and mentioning some of the trials of newspaper men. The newspaper is the great educator of the nineteeth century. There is no force compared with it. It is book, pulpit, platform, forum, all in one. And there is not^an interest—religious, literary, eomTitffreial. scientific’, agricultural or mechanical—that is not within its grasp. All our churches, and schools, and colleges, and asylums, and art galle-ies feel the quaking of the printing press. The institution of newspapers arose in Italy. In Venice the first newspaper was published, and monthly, during the time Veniee was warring against Solvman the Second in Dalmatia, it was printed for the purpose of giving military and commercial information to the Venetians. The first newspaper published in England was in and called the English Mercury. Who can estimate the political, scientific, commercial and religious revolutions roused up in England for many years past by the press? The first attempt at this institution in France was in 1631, by a physician, who published the news for the amusement and health .of his patients. The French nation understood fully how tc appreciate this power. So early as in IShO there were in Baris 16J journals. But tn the Unite l States the newspaper has come to unlimited sway. TuougL in 1775 t.iere wore but 37 in the waott country, the number of published journals >s now coanted by tnotutnJs; ami | to-iay—we may as well acknowledge if i as not—the religious and secular news S papers are the great educators of tnc rountrj. But alas', th-ou-h what straggle the newspaper has com.* to its pr_*-»;ut development. J -1st as soon as it began tc demonstrate its power, superstition aud tyranny soaealeJ it. Tuere ii nothing that despotism so muon fear* - and hates as the printing press. A great writer in the south of Europe de dared that toe Icing of Naples hat /

made it unsafe for him to write on any subject save natural history. Austria could not bear Kossuth’s journalistic pen pleading for the redemption of Hungary. Napoleon I., wanting to keep his iron heel on the neck of nations, said that the newspaper was the regent of kings, and the only safe place to keep an editor was in prison. But the great battle for the freedom of the press was fought in the court rooms of England and the United States before this century began, when Hamilton made his great speech in behalf of the freedom of J. Peter Zenger's Gazette in America, and when Erskine made his great speech in behalf of the freedom to publish Paine’s Rights of Man in England. Those were the Marathon and the Thermopylae, where the battle was fought which decided the freedom of the press in England and America, and all the powers of earth and hell will never again be able to put upon the printing press the handcuffs and the hopples of literary and political despotism. It is remarkable that Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independence, also wrdW these words: »‘*If I had to choose/between a government without newspapers, and newspapers without! a government, I would prefer the Matter.*’ Stung by some new fabrication in print, we come to write or speak about an “unbridled printing press.” Our new book ground up in unjust criticism, we come to write or speak about the “unfair printing press.” Perhaps through our own indistinctness of utterance we are reported as saying just the opposite of what we did say, and there is a small riot of semicolons and hypens and commas, aad we come to write or talk about the “blundering printing press,” or we take up a newspaper full of social scandal and of cases of divorce, and we write or talk about a “filthy, scurrilous printing press.” But this morning I ask you to consider the immeasurable and everlasting blessing of a good newspaper. I find no difficulty in accounting for the world's advance. What has made the change? “Books,” you say. No, sir! The vast majority of citizens do not read books. Take this audience, or any other promiscuous assemblage, and how many histories have. they read? How man3' treatises on constitutional law, or political economy, or work of s«ence? How many elaborate poems or books of travel? Not many. In the United States the people would not average one such a book a year for each individual! Whence, then, this intelligence, this capacity to, talk about all themes, secular and religious; this acquaintance with science and art: this power to appreciate the beautiful and grand? Next to the Bible, the newspaper, swiftwinged and ever where present, flying over the fence, shoved under the door, tossed into the counting-house, laid on the work bench, hawked through the cars! All read it—white and black, German, Irishman. Swiss, Spaniard. American, old and young, good and bad, sick and well, before breakfast and after tea. Monday morning, Saturday night, Sunday and week ua£ 1 now declare that I consider the newspaper to be the grand agency by which the Gospel is to be preached, ignorance cast out. oppressioh dethroned. crime extirpated, the world raised, Heaven rejoiced, and God glorified. In the clanking of the printing press, as the sheets fly out, 1 hear the voice of the Lord Almighty proclaiming to all the dead nations of the earth: “Lazarus. come forth!” and to the retreating surges of darkness, “Let there be light!" In many of our city newspapers, professing no more than secular information, there have appeared during the past 30 years some of the grandest appeals in behalf of religion, and some of the most effective interpretations of God’s government among the nations.

There are only two kinds o: newspapers—the one good, very good, the other bad, very bad. A newspaper maj* be started with an undecided character, but after it has been going on for years everybody finds out just what it is; and it is very good or it is very bad. The one paper is the embodiment of news, the ally of virtue, the foe of crime, the delectation of elevated taste, the mightiest agency on earth for making the world better. The other paper is a brigand among moral forces; it is a beslimer.of reputation, it is the right arm of death and hell, it is the mightiest agency in the universe for making the world worse and battling against the cause of <«od. The one an angel of intelligence and mercy, the other a fiend of darkness. Between this Archangel and this Fury is to be fought the great battle which is to decide the fate of the world. If you have any doubt as to ! which is to be victor, ask the : prophecies, ask God; the chief batteries with which He would vindicate the | right and thunder down the wrong are | now unlimbered.5 The great Armaged- ’ don of the nations is not to be fought ‘ with swords, but with steel pens; not with bullets, but with type; not with connon. but with lightning perfecting presses; and the Sumters, and the Moultries, and the Pulaskis, and the Gibraltars of that contlict will be the editorial and the editorial rooms of “ our great newspaper establishments. Men of the press. God has put a more stupendous responsibility upon yon than upon any other class of persons. What long I strides your profession has made in induenee and power since the day when ! Peter Sheffer invented cast metal type, » and because two books, were found just alike they were ascribed to the work of the devil; and books were printed on strips of bamboo; and Rev. Jesse Glover originated the first American printing press; and the common oouu- , .1 of N i-x York, in soleufih resolution, offered to any printer who would i come there and live; and when the ;1 speaker of the house of parliament > in England announced with indig- , nation that the public prints had , recognized soma of their doings, until . in this day, when we have in this conni try many thousands of skilled stenog

raphers, and newspapers sending out copies by the billion. The press and the telegraph have gone down into the same great harvest field to reap, and the telegraph says to the the news* paper: ‘Til rake while you bind;" and the iron teeth of the telegraph are set down at one end of the harvest field and drawn clean across, and the newspaper gathers up the sheaves, setting down one sheaf on the breakfast table in the shape of a morning newspaper, and putting down another sheaf on the tea table in the shape of an evening newspaper; and that man who neither reads nor takes a newspaper would be & curiosity. What vast progress since the days when Cardinal Wolsey declared that either the printing press must go down or the Church of God must go down, to this time, when the printing press and | the pulpit are in glorious combination and alliance. One of the great trials of this newspaper profession is the fact that they are compelled to see more of the shams of the world than any other profession. Through every newspaper office, day by day, go the weakness of the world, the vanities that want to be puffed, the revenges that want to be wrecked, all the mistakes that want to be corrected, all the dull speakers who want to be thought eloquent, all the meanness that wants to get its wares noticed gratis in the editorial columns in order to save the tax ^ of the advertising column, all the men who want to be set right Who never were, right, all the crack-brained philosophers, with story as long as their hair and as gloomy as their finger-nails, all the itinerant bores who come to stay five minutes and stop an hour. From the editorial and reportorial rooms all the follies and shams of the world are seen day by day, and the temptation is to believe neither in God, man, nor woman. It is no surprise to me that in your profession there are some skeptical men. I only wonder that yon believe anything. Unless an editor or a reporter has in his present or in his early home a model of earnest character, or he throw himself upon the upholding grace of God, he may make temporal and eternal shipwreck. Another great trial of the newspaper profession is inadequate compensation. Since the days of Hazlitt, and Sheridan, and John Milton, and the wailings of Grub street* London, literary toil, with very few exceptions, has not been properly requited. When Oliver Goldsmith received a friend in his house, he (the author) had to sit on the window, because there was only one chair. Linnaeus sold his splendid Work for a ducat. De Foe. the author of so many volumes, died penniless. The learned Johnson dined behind a screen because his clothes were too

snaDoy to auow mm to cuno witn the gentlemen who, on the other side of the screen, were applauding his works. And so on down to the present time literary toil is a great struggle for bread. The world seems to have a grudge against a man who, as they say, gets his laving by his wits; anc the day laborer says to the man of literary toil: “You come down here and shove a plane, and hatnmer, a shoe last, and break cobble stones, and earn an honest living, as 1 do, instead of sitting there in idleness and scribbling'.” But there are no harder worked men in all the earth than the newspaper men of this country. It is not a matter of hard times; it is characteristic at all times. Me i have a better appreciation for that which appeals to the brain. They have no idea of the immense financial and intellectual exhaustion of the newspaper press. Oh, men of the press, it will be a great help to you if, when you get home late at night, fagged out and nervous with your wojrk, you’ would just kneel down and commend your case to God, who has watched all the fatigue of the day and the night, and who has promised to be your God and I the God of your children forever! When I see the printing press stand- | ing with the electric telegraph on the i one side gathering up material, and ! the lightningexpress train on the other ! side waiting for the tons of folded i sheets of newspapers. I pronounce it the mightiest force in our civilization. ! So I commend you to pray’ for all ; those who manage the newspapers of the land, for all typesetters, for all ed- | itors, for all publishers, that, sitting ! or standing in positions of such great i influence, they may give all that in- ! influence, for God and the betterment of the human race. An aged woman

making' her living by knitting unwound the yarn from the ball until she found in the center of the ball there was an old piece of newspaper. She opened it and read an advertisement which announced that she had become heiress I to a large property, and that fragi ment of a newspaper lifted her up from pauperism to affluence. And I ! do not know but as the thread of time unrolls and unwinds a little further, through the silent yet speaking newspaper may be found the vast inherit* : anee of the world's redemption. Jesus shall relcn whre'er the sua Does his successive journeys run: His kingdom stret ch from share to shore. Till suns shall rise and set no more. The Future of Man. Man has been animal, and he is to be spiritual. To know man we must look forward, and not backward. Man has come so far that he certainly must go farther. He is learning to master himself and to master nature and to live in perfectly helpful relations to his fellows and to all things about him, and he certainly has not yet reached the limits of his growth.—Rev. B. Fay Mills, Evangelist, Boston, Mass. 4 Oppression. The people feel to-day that the formal* of our present industrial remtape not even. “Force oppresses- riglRfTbut force ignores right,” and the people * are intelligent enough and are becoming more intelligent each day, and as ■ consequence recognize the fact that such conditions as now exist are a rio- . lation of the laws of God and the rights . of the vast multitude.—Rev. T. J. Du- ! oct. Catholic, New York dtp.

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