Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 July 1883 — Page 2

• A BABY’S FEET. . I. A tobyli feet*like aea-ebellß pink. Bight tempt, should heaven see mceb, Ab t j kiss, we think, A toby's feet Uke rose-hut d sea-flowers toward the heat Tley streteh and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. Ke flower-hells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet Asaaine on life's untrodden brink A baby’s feet. n. A toby's l auds, like rosebuds furled W hence yet no leaf expands, Opcir yon touch, though close upcurled* A baby's hands. Then fast as warriors grip their brands When oattie’s bolt is hurled, They dos;.clenched hard like tightening bands. Ko rosebuds yet by d»wn impearled Mitjh, even in lov llest lands, The sweetest flowers in all the world — A baby’s hands. m. A baby’s eyes, ere t pjech begin, Ere lip learn wor i or sighs, Bkss all things bright enough to win A eves. > Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep flows out and tn, Saisperfec: in them Paradiso. Their g'ance might cart out pain and sin, 'iheir speech mate dumb the w.se, J ut mute glad godhead telt within A baby’s eye*. —Sutiuburne.

AN ABSCONDING DEBTOR.

“He isn’t here!” “He’s across the river!” “He was a-goin’ up on‘skates on the ice, to take the stage coach at East Hardup. You’ll have to go and see him there, for he ain’t a-comin’ home again. You must be pretty quick, for he was a-goin’ to start not far from this time.” This was evidently a pretty-well-con-sidered scheme of Mr. Tupling’s, and indicated that he must have something somewhere worth taking a good deal of pains for. This could not well be anything except money, which accordingly I presumed he had about his person, to the full amount of the receipts from his swindling sales,' very likely £5,000. On skates, I meditated; that is not a bad idea; it’s glorious skating all the way up, and for such a slippery trick so slippery a means is very suitable. I determined that I would take a hasty supper, procure a pair of skates and a stout stick, and start off alone after our sly friend John; for skating being a “specialty” of mine, I made no doubt that if he should have set out I could Overhaul him on the river. So, meditating and deciding, I reached the hotel, and finding the proprietor I addressed him in haste: “Landlord. I want you to do four things a little faster than they were ever done before. First, get me my supper. Second, send out and buy me a pair of good skates; and also, third, a stout straight cane. Fourth, furnish ms a pocket-flask of brandy.” “It shall be done in fifteen minutes, sir.”

He disappeared with sp.-ed, and it was done—l mean the supper—and before my short and rapid meal was complete the remaining articles were at hand; and, paying my bill, putting the skates and fltek in my pocket, fortifying myself with comforter, oyercoat, gloves and mittens, and grasping my stick, I was off. It was now between b and 6 o’clock, and bitter cold, with a sharp wind from the northeast. Settling my head well down in my coat collar, as if I was trying to cover my ears with my shoulders, with hands in pockets,, and cap drawn over my eyes, I timed northward, bent low, headed across the river to round the neat pciaiit above, and struck out across the glimmering silent ice, with long, steady, rapid, sweeping strokes. My skates, fortunately, though quite new, wore not too sharp, and,' as the ice was extremely hard, they ran over it with very little o: the scoring cut which is so apt to diminish the speed, and for twenty minutes I sped hastily on at a moderate pace, until I should get a little eajnr in my work. There had been Bo much skating that the many tracks along my route afforded me no indications as to my predecessor. From Muddleton to Hardup is twenty-five miles by the course of the river, but I might decrease this distance by a mile ortwo by taking advantage of knowledge of the river and “cutting off corners.* But Tupling doubtless knew the same, and my object, if attained at all, rnhst be so by desperate, stra ghtforvard racing. Away I went, sweeping by the wide, bare meadows, past the gorges in the bills, whirling around point after point, stretching in straight <tines from one to the next, while the reduplicated ringing strokes of my skates made a monotonous music for me, and I could hear the little fragments, cat out by an occasional heavy foot-tnrpst, blown crackling backward by the wind. ( Now, I could see upon the river, halfway Up the reach, the figure of a man skating along at a good pace. It must be Tumbling! Now, at last, I put forth the very utmost of my strength; and, going at a tremendous pace, was rapidly overhauling tl&- dishonest bankrupt. I was almost -within shaking distance, when he must have heard the ringing of my skate-iron s; for suddenly looking over hi» shoulder he saw me, and inuteutfy redoubled his speed, which con»is uni me that he was my man. Away w® flow for nearly a mile in perfect sfl®sep> except for the scoring and ringing skate-strokes; but I steadily closed tertfl as we trlmed and swept northwurd again, round (he bend in the bow ®t vtriehtbe prison stands, I spoke: "TWphn;.', hold hard! I want to speak floyMrt* But he slackened not his smmL lawrtossed to gain, and was just consMuriag whether I would knock him ten with my sth •k or lay hands on hbl wfow, taming hu bead, he aud-

denly discharged first one pistol-shot and then another; but, firing over his shoulder, missed me. I was even already lifting my stick, and would have returned his compliment unless he had “winged” me with a further use of his revolver, when at once the gray ice over which we had been gliding disappeared, and I seemed to be skating on water. It was dead black ice. An air hole! An instantaneous horrid thrill of fright shot through me. My speed was too great to turn aside, but with an instinctive impulse I shut my eyes and sprang desperately up from the ice with both feet.

The tremendous speed of my former motion and the effect of that terrific leap swung me x Over ten feet of black, open water, and threw me with a severe fall flat upon the thin but tough black ice beyond. As I leaped I heartd aery—the crackling of broken ice—a plunge— Tupling had driven blindly into the ghastly open abyss! I had slid some distance beyond the spot where I fell. Stunned and hurt, I arose with difficulty. A glance showed me that we were opposite the entrance of that singular body of water called W Cove, the warmer outflow from whose springs, passing through a narrow channel into the river, had kept upon the death-trap within whose fearful circle Tuppling had risen to the surface, and, the swift current carrying him to the lower side of the orifice, he was sustaining himself by his arms, but made ineffectual struggles to creep out upon the thin ice, which cracked and broke as he bore upon it. “Hold still!” I cried; “I’ll get a hurdle !” So I hurried to the next fence and was returning with the hurdle dragging behind me, when it occurred to me that circumstances facilitated the making of good conditions with Friend John, since he was now in a manner at my mercy. So I halted and addressed him. “Are you John Tupling?” “Yes.” “Will you settle Mr. Spiggleton’s bill if I get you out ?” He answered evasively, “Oh! are you going to let a man drown before your eyes? Shove me that rail, will yer ?” “Agree to settle that bill in full, and here’s the rail; if not, why you must get out yourself. Come, I can’t wait all night here; I have business at H.” And, dropping the rail, I turned as if to depart; not that I would have left the rogue to drown, but it was as well to let him think so.

So he very sullenly agreed to my conditions; upon which I spread myself flat on the ice, crawled out until I eould reach him with the rail and held it as firmly as I could, while he raised himself upon it and cautiously crawled out, resting partly upon the rail and partly upon the ice. As he scrambled along to firmer footing, such was the intensity of the cold that every time his mitten or his knee touched the ice, all dripping as he was with water, they froze fast to it; and when at last he stood erect, which he was only able to do by my help, and walked stiffly and feebly toward the shore, we had nrt reached the bank before he was clothed frem head to foot with crackling ice armor. He would fain have sat down to rest, but he Would never have risen, and it was only by threats and entreaties that I succeeded in leading him to the door of the nearest house, where, upon knocking, we were hospitably admitted and placed forthwith before a cheerful fire. The bustling dame and her husband both agreed with me that Tupling must at once go to bed, for he was almost speechless. When, however, Mr. Allen (our host) and I attempted to strip him, he would have resisted. Without attending to his efforts, however, we quickly disrobed him, when his reluctance was explained. He wore a belt with a considerable sum in gold sewed up in it under his clothes. But we him, rubbed him down with warm towels, gave him a dose out of my brandy-flask and it was not long before he was asleep. On emptying his pockets, that his clothes might be dried, I took the liberty of examining his exchequer, whereupon he-appeared to be possessed of about £5,000 all told. From this I abstracted the amount for which I stipulated with him, and. having deposited the same with my own slender pecunium, I went to sleep, pretty well fatigued, but with a joyful mind.— London paper.

The Petroleum Fields of the World.

Nearly all the petroleum that goes into the World’s commerce is produced in a district of country about 150 miles long, with a varying* breadth of from one to twenty miles, lying mainly in the State of Pennsylvania, but lappingover a Ijttle on its northern edge into the State of New York. This region yieldbed in 1881, 26,950,813 barrels, and in 1882, 31,398;750 barrels. A little petroleum is obtained in West Virginia, a little at various isolated points in Ohio, and a little in the Canadian province of Ontario. There is also a small field in Germany, a larger one, scantily developed in Southern Russia, and one still larger, perhaps, in India. The total production of all the fields, outside of the region here described, is but a small fraction in the general account, however, and has scarcely an appreciable influence upon the market. Furthermore, the oil of these minor fields, whether in America or the Old World, is of an inferior quality, and so long as the great Pennsylvania reservoir holds out, can only supply a local demand in the vicinity of the wells.— The Century.

Colp lead makes cold Indians; cold Indians are good Indians. As a missionary agent, cold lead beats the world.

HATE ANIMALS SOULS.

BeM»n» Why the Writer Supposes that They Have. V [From the Troy Daily Times.] We assume in the beginning that it is admitted that matter in itself is.inert and senseless; that the material organism of the human body in itself is. in respect to .its final causes, as powerless as the common clod, until it is animated by a spiritual agent, which directs and uses ite members and organs, with an intelligent purpose; that, when this spiritual agent is withdrawn, the whole material organism ceases to act and the process of decomposition immediately commences. This spiritual agent cannot be discerned by the senses, and cannot be known in ourselves by con' 1 sciousness, and in others by its phenomena. To this agent we refer the phenomena of the bodily motions and perceptions, memory, reason, sympathy, love and will, showing that we must refer the same class of phenomena to the same cause. If, therefore, we refer certain phenomena in man to the soul as its cause, we must refer to the same phenomena in animals to the same cause. Moreover, if any animal manifest a single phenomenop which in man we refer to the soul, we must refer the same phenomenon to the soul in that animal also, and, if one animal has a soul, we must infer-that all animals have souls. That not one but many animals manifest the phenomena, .two or more that we have enumerated as psychical, no one, we think, will deny. We shall, therefore, dismiss this part of the subject briefly. •

1. Animals move themselves and direct their members with intelligent purposes. Inert matter cannot exert itself in this way. Therefore, animals are not inert matter. 2. Matter which does move itself and direct its members with, intelligent purposes has a soul. Now animals do move themselves in tliis way. Therefore animals are a matter animated by a soul. 3. Animals evidently perceive the world of material objects about them by the means of a sentient organism. The act of sense perception is a complex precess which involves the energy of a spiritual agent or soul. 4. They manifest the phenomena of memory. They remember familiar objects, their homes, the faces of men, sounds, odors and tastes. 5. They manifest intelligence in their movements. They are also manifestly guided by the relation of cause and effect.

6. They manifest sympathy and affection and the moral quality of faithfulness toward humam beings. All these are the phenomena which in man we ascribe to the active energy of the soul. If these phenomena are the result of the action of the material organism in animals, they are the results of the material organism in man,; and the theory of the materialist that these phenomena can be attributed to material substance ’must be If we deny this in respect to man, we must also deny it in respect to animals, and admit that they have souls as well as men.

it may be urged that these phenomena that are observed in animals belong to the lower forms of physical energy, and that the phenomena of the higher forms are wanting. We admit this fact, but urge that it does not destroy the force of our argument. In the great variety of organic beings which have life we see a great diversity of development. There are living creatures whose organism is of the very simplest nature, and as we ascend the scale of being we find the material organism becoming more complex, until we reach man, the most highly developed of all. We de not, however, because of this diversity, refuse to consider any particular species as an organic being. We are willing to admit that animals and men are alike in having a material organism of the same general nature; also that man is an animal, the highest in the scale of being. Now the spiritual nature of both folldws the same analogy. The soul of the animal is the same /general nature, as man. It is spiritual, does not occupy space, and its energy resul , in psycnical products of phenomena. This soul, however, is not as fully developed, is not so complex in its nature, not so high in the scale of spiritual being as the soul of man. Nevertheless it is a soul, a spiritual being distinct from the ‘material organism which it animates. What becomes of this soul after death of the material organism ? In. our own case, we know that the soul does not perish, but that it passes into a higher state of existence. We believe thatafter death the human soul will develop faculties now dormant and unrecognized, approriate to the condition of its new state of existence, just as in Schild the faculties are aroused into life one after another. So it may be that the animal soul may finally develop the faculties of the soul as those which we as "human beings now enjoy.—(J. E. Nerwin, Anandale. N. Y.

Cincinnati’s Nickname.

The nickname of Porkopolis is Of English origin, and was the brilliant inspiration of a sponsor who never saw Cincinnati In the year 1825 there flourished in t|je Queen City a gentleman named Jones. He was the President of the United States Branch Bank, and was locally known as “Bank Jones.* The pork trade had already taken such proportions as to rouse the financial enthusiasm of Bank Jones, and in a succession of letters he dilated upon the prosperity of the pork prospects of the Queen City. The letters were addressed to the Liverpool correspondent of the Cincinnati bank, and this gentleman’s imaginations at length became fired by Bank Jones’ enthusiasm. In a moment .... : .... .■ .

of wild generosity he hied him to the studio of some Liverpudlian Thorwaldsen and ordered the construction of, what is set down in the annals as “a unique pair of model hogs.” These noble effigies were made, of papiermache, and were sent,out to Cincinnati as a present, accompanied by the inscription—destined in part at least to become famous—“To Mr. George W. Jones, as the worthy representative of PorkopoHs.” The hogs have stilt a local habitation and a name. They add to the burden of life in the office of one of the largest “slaughterers”’ of Cincinnati, having passed by inheritance from Bank Jones down, from hand to hand, among the pork monarchs of Porkopolis, for nigh upon half a century.— Olive Logan, in Harper’s Magazine.

Anthony Trollope’s Wonderful Fertility.

He published too much; the writing of novels had ended by becoming, with him, a perceptibly mechanical process. Dickens was prolific; Thackeray produced with a freedom for which we are constantly grateful; but we feel that these writers had their ’periods of gestation. They took more time to look at their subject; relatively (for to-day there is not much leisure, at best, for those who undertake to entertain a hungry public) they were able to wait for inspiration. Trollope's fecundity was prodigious; there was no limit to the work he was ready to do. It is not unjust to say that he sacrificed quality to quantity. Abundance, certainly, is in itself a great merit; almost all the greatest writers have been abundant. But Trollope’s fertility was fantastic, incredible; he himself contended, we believe, that he had given to the world a greater number of- printed pages of fiction than any of his literary contemporaries. Not only did his novels /follow each other without visible intermission, overlapping and treading on each other’s, heels, but most of these works are of extraordinary length. “Orley Farm,” “Can You Forgive Her?” “He Knew He Was Eight,” are exceedingly voluminous tales. “The Way We Live Now” Is one of the longest of modern novels. Trollope produced, moreover, in the intervals of larger labor, a great number of short stories, many of them charming, as well as various books of travel and two or three biographies. He was the great improwisatore of these latter years. Two distinguished story-tellers of the other sex—one in France and one in England—have shown an extiaorSJnai’y facility of composition; but Trollope’s pace Was brisker even than that of the wonderful Madame Sand and the delightful Mrs. Oliphant. He had taught himself to keep thi-3 pace and had reduced his admirable faculty to a habit. Every day of his life he wrote a certain number of pages of his current tale, independent of mood and place. It was once the fortune of the author of these lines to cross the Atlantic, in his company, and he has never forgotten the magnificent example of stiff persistence which it was in the power* of the eminent novelist to give on that occasion. The season lyas unpropitious, the vessel overcrowded, the voyage detestable; but Trollope shut himself up in his cabin every morning for a purpose which, on the part of a distinguished writer who was also an invulnerable sailor, could only be •. communion with the muse. He drove his pen as steadily on the tumbling ocean as in MontagueSquare; and, as his voyages were many, it was his practice before sailing to come down to the ship and confer with the carpenter, who was instructed to rig up a rough writing-table in his small sea-chamber. Trollope has been accused of being deficient in imagination; but, in the face of such a fact as that, the charge will scarcely seem just. The power to shut one’s eyes, one’s ears (to say nothing of another sense) upon the scenery of a pitching Cunarder and open them upon the loves and sorrows of Lily Dale, on the conjugal embarrassments of Lady Glencora ,Palliser, is certainly a faculty w/fiich has an element of the magical. The imagination that Trollope possessed he had, at. least,' thoroughly at his command. I speak of all this in order to explain (in part) why it was that, with his extraordinary gift, there was always in him a certain touch of the common. He abused his gift, overworked it, rode his horse too hard. As an artist, he never took himself seriously; many people will say this was why he was so delightful.— Henry James, in the Century.

One of the Wonders of California.

Recently in San Francisco when the chorus for-the Thomas concerts asked for tickets for themselves and for escorts for the ladies op nights they were not to sing, Mr. Thomas replied, “No.” “Very well,” said the chorus, goodnataredly. “Tickets without escorts, then?'" “No,” replied Mr. Thomas. “All right,” the chorus said. “We will sit up in our chorus seats as usual the nights we don’t sing.” “No,” replied the only Thomas, for the third time; “when you don’t sing you can pay for tickets like anyone else.” “In that case,” 1 the chorus replied, “it is still'very well—we won’t come at all —not even to sing.” This Pacific-coast way of looking at affairs speedily effected a compromise, and during the festival, in smiling triumphant tiers, the chorus will sit up aloft on the nights it does not sing, and Mr. Thoinas has made note of the incident as one of the wonders of California.—San Francisco Call. r - ■ -IAn old lady in Gainesville, Ga., has a colored Easter.-egg which she prepared on an Easter day flfty-two years ago.

PITH AND POINT.

Adam’s first wife must have been the Eve of suicide when she ate of the forbidden fruit. He spent S6O on his daughter’s art tuition, and then she couldn’t draw a conclusion. An Ohio man has taken the smallpox from a pet pig. When once this disease gets into a family it is pretty sure to go through it; A New York tailor says that when he desires to get rid of a poor-paying customer he misfits him so badjy that he is laughed at Then he gets mad ai d patronizes some other tailor. “What is a woman?” says an exchange. It is—well, we suppose she is a combination of dynamite and mule, for she looks as innocent as a mule and talks like dynamite when she is mad. “Is anybody waiting on you ?” said a polite dry-goods clerk to a young lady from the country. “Yes, sir,” replied the blushing damsel; “that’s my fellow outside; he'wouldn’t come in the store.” In a recent sermon, statistical Talmage said: “Every human being winks about 30,000 times a day.” He might have added that in Brooklyn a good deal of the winking is at sin.— New Orleans Picayune. A man looking over his wash, which the laundress had just brought home, remarked that he could very well understand how his nether garments might shrink up, but what puzzled him most was how the ruffles grew on each leg.

“This is a fine time of night to come home, and you just married, ’’ said x Mrs. Dayis indignantly, lepking at the clock, which had just told the midnight hour. “My dear,” replied her husband ponderously, “I decline to be interviewed on the subject of politics.” “Liver is king.” We have seen the foregoing statement in a dozen different papers, signed, too, by some prominent doctor who is in the patent-medicine business. It is strange, if liver is really king?, that nobody at a boarding-house ever says, “Pass me the fried king.”— Texas Siftings. A Chicago Judge has decided that it is not unlawful to call a girl a “heifer.” Neither is it unlawful to punch the head of the person who would use such language to a girl. And* now we suppose it is not unlawful to call the Judge an ox, who couldn’t find an excuse for punishing the man who Called the girl a heifer.— George Peck. - “Children,” said a rural Sundayschool Superintendent, “never strike a. man—” “ Got that money yet ?” shouted a man looking through the doorway. “Unless you owe him,” continued the Superintendent; and, seizing a bench leg, he made it so warm for his intruder that he afterward declared the thermometer ranged among the nineties.— Arkansaw Traveler. “I suppose you must have your sad days, as well as any one, ” said a lady to the editor of a Chicago humorous paper. “What day of the week are you the saddest?” and she beamed on him with a pitying look. “Well, let’s see,” says the editor, as he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a pinch of tobacco and placed it in a briar-wood pipe. “Tuesday, I believe is the most sad and mournful day to me, ” and he heaved a sigh as he lit a match on his boot. ‘“Why Tuesday?” asked the lady K as she wished she could take a comb and straighten out his hair which seemed to be scrambled.*: “Oh, Tuesday, you know, is the day we receive the .London humorous papers.” The lady got his name in an autograph album and went away to engage a Chinese laundryman to translate it. — Peck’s Sun.

In the By-and-By.

“Good-morning, sir; how is the infer-nal-machine market to-day?" , “Firm, sir; firm.” “Prices off any?” “Not a shade.” “How-many kinds do you handle?” “Ten different makes, sir, ranging from the size of a pill-box, warranted to blow np a town aiderman, to a machine large enough to shake down a whole block of buildings.” “I want something to blow up a Chicago hotel.” “Exactly; I see. I can furnish you just what you want for S2OO, 10 per cent, off for cash down. Just received a supply from Philadelphia last night.” “That’s a pretty steep figure?” “Very reasonable, sir; very, consider; ing the active state of the market. Fact is, sir, all the shops are behind on their orders, and we won’t get a decline in prices until- more capital is invested. You desire revenge on an hotel clerk, I presume?” x “Yes, sir?’ “Well, by taking this machine you blow up the entire building, clerk, proprietor, guests, servants and all. Being that one of our firm is interested in a Chicago daily, and will have a chance to profit by the sensation, I’D make the price $175. How shall I ship, and by what line?— Wall Street Newts. The total acreage of Scotland is 18,946,694. One nobleman owns 1,326,000 acres, and his wife 149,879. Another has 431,000 acres, a third 424,000, a fourth 378,000. Twelve proprietors own one-quarter of the whole acreage of the country, seveuty-one own'’ pnehalf., Nine-ten ths of Scotland belongs to 1,700 persons T" ..11l A man went home one night and found his bouse locked up. After infinite trouble he managed to gain entrance through a back window, and then discovered on the parlor table a note frum his wife reading: “I have gone out You will find the key on the side of the step.”