Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 March 1889 — Page 2

KING SOLOMON’S MINES.

BY H. RIDER HAGGARD. '.-I . ' ~ CHAPTER XT- Conti^vw : T; inacum. Taking our rifles andammunitloifirith UB 80 as to have Xhem : hasdy in case we had to fly, as ? suggested by Infadoos. we started boldly enough, though with inward fear and trembling. The great space in front of the king's kraal presented a very different appearance from what it had done on the previous evening. In the place.of tbqjjrim and serried ranks of warriors were company after company of Kukuana girls, ndt overdressed so far as clothing went, but each was crowned with a .wreath of floWens, and was holding a palm leaf in • one hand and a tall white lily 'the arum) in the otto r. I u the center of the open space sat I wala the king,with old Gagool at his feet, by the boy Scragga, and about a dozen guards. There were also present about a score of chiefs, amongst whom I recognized ~ most of our friends of the night before. Twala greeted us with much apparent cordiality, though I saw him fix his one eye viciously oh Uinboph. “Welcome, white men from the stars,’’ he said;“lhisis adifferent sight from what your eyes gazed on by the light of last night’s moon,but it is not Bo good a sight. Girls are pleasant, and were it not for such as these” (and be pointed round him) “we should none of us be here today; but men are better. Kisses and the tender w< rls of women are sweet, but the sound of the clashing of men’s spears, and the smell of men’s blood, are sweeter far! Would ye have wives from among our people, white men? I so, choose the fairest here, and ye shal have them, as many as ye will,” and he paused for an answer. the prospect did not seem to be without attractions to Good, who was, like most saiiors, of a susceptible nature, I, being elderly and wise, and foreseeing the endless complications that anything of the sort would involve (for women bring trouble as surely as the night follows the day), put in a hasty answer—/.“Thanks, 0 king! but we white men wed onlv with white women like ourselves. Your maidens are fair, but they are not for us!" The king laughed. “It is well. In our land there is a proverb which says, ‘Woman’s eyes are always bright; whatever the color,’ and another which savs, ‘Love her who is present, for be sure she who is absent is false to thee;’ but perhaps these things are not so in the stars. In a land where men are white all things are possible. So be it, white men, the girls will not go begging! Welcome again; and welcome, too, thou black one; if Gagool here had had her way thou wouldst have been stiff and cold now. It is lucky that thou, too, earnest from the stare; ha! ha!” “I can kill thee before thou killest me, Oh, king!” was Ignosi’s calm answer, “and thou shalt be stiff before my limbs cease to bend.” Twala started. “Thou speakest boldly, boy," he replied, angrily; “presume not too far.” “He may well be bild in whose lips are truth.' The truth is a sharp spear which flies home and fails not It is a message from ‘the stars,’ Oh, king!” Twala scowled, 'and his one eye gleamed fiercely, hut he said nothing more. “Let the dance begin,” he cried, and the next second the girls sprung forward in companies, singing a sweet song and waving the delicate palms and white flowers. On they danced, now whirling round and rotind.now meeting in mimic warfare, swaying, eddying herer» and there, coming* forward, falling back in an ordered confusion delightful to witness. At last they paused, and a beautiful young woman sprung out of the ranksand began to pirouette in front of us with a grace and vigor which would have put most ballet girls to shame. At length she fell back exhausted, and another took her place, then another and another, but none of them, either in) grace, skill or personal attractions, came up to the first. At length the king lifted his hand. “Which think ye the fairest, white men?” he asked. “The first,” said I.unthinkinfcly. Next second I regretted it, for I remembered that Infadoos had said that the fairest woman was offered as a sacrifice. “Then is my mind as your minds, and my eves as your eyes. She is the fairest; and a sorry thing it is for her, for she must die!” ■ “Ay, must die!” pined out Gagool, casting a glance from her quick eyes in the direction of the poor girl, who, as yet ignorant of the awful fate in store for her, was standing some twenty yards ofl in front of a co npany of girls, engaged in nervously picking a flower from her wreath to pieces, petal by petal. < “Why. Oh. king?” sa’-ctol, restraining my indignation with difficulty; ‘ the girl has danced well and pleased us; she is fair, too; it would be hard to reward her with death.” Twala laughed as he answered—“lt is our custom, and the figures who sit in stone yonder” (and he pointed toward the three distant peaks) “must have their due. Did I fail to put the fairest girl to death to-day misfortune , would fall upon me and my house. Thus < runs the prophecy of my people: ‘lf the | king offer not a sacrifice of a fair girl on ( the day of the dance of maidens to the I old ones who sit and watch on the' mountains, then shall he fall and his house.’ Look ye, white men, my brother, who reigned before me, offered not the sacrifice because of the tears of the woman, and he fell, and his house, and I reign in his stead. It is finished; she must die!” Then turning to the guards —“Bring her hither, Scragga, make sharp thy spear.” Two of the men stepped forward, and, as they did so, the girl, for the first time realizing her impending fate, screamed aloud and turned to fly. But the strong hands caught her fast, and brought her, struggling and weeping before us. “ What is thy name, girl?” piped Gagool. “What! wilt thou not answer; shall the king’s son do his work at once?” At this hint Scragga, looking more -evil than ever,advanced a step and lifted his great spear, and is he did so I saw Sir Henry’s hand creep to his revolver. The poor girl caught the glint of the cold steel through her tears, and it sobered her anguish. She ceased struggling, but merely clasped her hands convulsively, and stood shuddering from head to foei. “See,” cried Scragga in high glee, “she shrinks from the sight of my little plaything even before she has tasted it," I

and he tapped the bright blade of the spear. “If ever I get the chance you shal) pay fpr that, you ! youeg bpundl” !. heard Good mutter to-neain bis breath. “Nbw Vhat thou irt quiet, give us thy name, my dean Come, speak up, and fear not,” said Gagool, in mockery. . “Oh, mother,” answered the girl in trembling accents, “my name is Foulata, of the ho>’se of Suko. Oh, mother, why must I die? 1 have done no wrong.” “Be comforted,” went on the old woman, in her hateful tone of mockery. “Thou must die, indeed, as a sacrifice to the old ones who sit yonder” (and she pointed to the peaks); “but it is better to sleep in the night than to toil in the day time; jt is better to die than to live, and thou shalt die by the royal hand of the king’s owd eon.” The girl Eoulata wrung her hands in anguish, and cried out aloud: "Oft, cruel; and Iso young! What iqyjgj done that! should never again seethe sun rise out ol the night or the stars come following on his track in the evening, that ‘ 1 should no more gather the flowers when the dew is heavy, or Ujsten to the laughing oi the waters. Woe is me, that 1 shall never see my father’s hut again, nor feel my mother’s kiss, nor tend the kid that is sick! Woe is me, that no lover shall put his arm around me and look into my eyes nor shall men children be born of me! Oh. cruel, cruel!” and again she turned .her tear-stained, flower crowned face to Heaven, looking so lovely iu her despair—for sue was indeed a beautiful women—that it would assuredly bay*e melted the hearts of any one less cruel than the three fiends before us. Prince Arthur's appeal to the ruffians who came to bind him was not more touching than this savage girl’s. But it did not move Gagool or Gagool’s master, though I saw signs of pity among the guard behind, and on the faces of the chief’s; and as for Good, he' gave a short of indignation, and a motion as though to go to her. With all a woman’s quickness, the doomed girl interpreted what was passing in his mind, and with a sudden movement flung herself before him,, and clasped his “beautiful white lejta” with her hands. , “0 white father from the start-!” she cried, “throw over me the mantle of thy protection; let me creep into the shadow of thy strength, that I may be saved. Oh, keep me from these cruel men and from the mercies of Gagool!” . “All righty my hearty, I’ll look after you,” sung out Good, in nervous Saxon. ‘Come, get up, there’s a good girl,” and he stooped and caught her hand. Twala turned and motioned to his son who advanced with his spear lifted. “Now’s your time,” whispered Sir Henry to me; “what are you waiting for?’’ “I am waiting for the eclipse,” I answered; “I have had my eye on the sun for the last half-hour and I never saw it look healthier.” “Well, you must risk it now, or the girl will be killed. jTwala is loosing patience. Recognizing the force of the argument, having cast one more despairing look at the bright face of the sun, for never did most ardent astronomer await a celestial event with such anxiety, 1 stepped with all the dignity I could Command between the prostrate girl and the advancing spear of Scragga. , “King,” Lsaid, “this shall not be, we will not tolerate such a thing; let the girl go in safety." Twala rose from his seat in his wrath and astonishment, and from the chiefs and serried ranks of girls, who had slowly closed up upon us in anticipation of the tragedy, came a murmur of amUze ment. “Shall not be, thou wnite dog, who yaps at the lion in his caVe, -hall not be?, art thou mad? Be careiul lest chicken’s fate overtake thee, and those with thee. How canst thou prevent it? Who art thou that thou Blandest be-’ tween me and my will? Withdraw, say. Scragga, kill her. Ho. guards!' seize these men.” At this cry armed men came running swiftly from behind the hut, where they had evidently been placed beforehand. Sir Henry, Good, and Umbopa ranged themselves*alongside of me, and lifted their rifles. “Stop!” I shouted boldly, though at the moment my heart was in my boots. “Stop! we, the white men from the stars, say that it shall nbt be. Come but one pace nearer, and we will put put the sun and plunge the land in darkness. Ye shall taste of our magic.” My threat produced an effect; the men halted, and Scragga stood still before us, his spear lifted. “Hear him! hear him!” piped Gagoo’; “hear the liar who sa> she wili put out the sun like a lamp. Yes, let him do it, or die with the girl, he and those wtlh him ” . • I glanced up at the sun, and to my intense joy saw that ve had made no mistake. On the edge of its brilliant surface was a faint rim of -halow. I lifted my hand solemnly toward the sky. an example which Sir Henry and] Good followed, and quoted a line or two of the “ingbtosby Legends” at it in the most impressive tones I could command. Sir Henrv followed suit with a ver>e out of tne Old Testament, whilst . Good addressed the King of Day in a ' volume of the most da-sical bad lan- ' guaze that he could think of. : Slowly th • dark rim crept on over the , blazing surface, find as it did so, I heard i a deep gasp of fear rise from the multi- , tude around, ’ I * Look, Oking! look, Gagool! Look, ■ chiefs and people and women, and see if the white men from the -stars keep their word, or if they be but empty, liars! The sun grows dark before your' eyes; soon there will be night—ay, night in the noon time. Ye have asked fora sign; it is given ye. Grow dark. 0 sun! withdraw thy light, thou bright one; bring the proud heart to the dUst, and eat up the world w ith shadows.” A groan of terror rose 1 ’ from the onlookers. Some stood petrified with fear, others threw themselves upon their knees, and cried outAs for the king, he sat still and turned pale beneath his dusky skin. Only Gagool kept, her courage. “It will pass, ’ she cried; “I have seen the like before; man cannot put out the sun; lose not heart; sit still—the shadow will pass. I ! - “Wait, and ye shall see,” I replied, hopping with excitement. “Keep it np. Good. I can’t remember any more poetry. Curse away, there’s a good fellow.” Good responded nobly to the tax upon his inventive faculties. Never before had- I the faintest conception of the breadth and depth and height of a naval officer's objurgatory powers. Far ten

hiintites he went on without stopping, and he scarcely ever repeated himself. Meanwhilethe dark rujg crept on. Strange and unholy shadows encroachpe<i upon the sunlight, an ominous quiet filled the place, the birds chirped out frightened notes, and then were still; only the cocks began to crow. On, yet on, ,crept the ring of darkness; it was now more than half over the reddening orb. The air grew thick and dusky. Ou, yet on, till we could scarcely see the fierce faced of the group before us. No sound rose now from the spec tators, and Good stopped swearing.” “The sun is dying—the wizards have killed the sun,” yelled out the boy Scragga at last. "We shall all. die in the dark,” and animated by fear or fury, or both, he lifted his spear, and drove it with all his force at Sir Henry’s broad chest. But he had forgotten the mail shirts that the king had given us, and which we wore beneath our clothing; The steel rebounded harmless, and before he could repeat the the blow Sir Henry had spatdhed the spear frbm his hand, and sent it straight-through him. He dropped dead. ’ At the sight, and driven mad with fear at the gathering gloom, the companies of girls broke up in wild confusion, and ran screeching for the gate-ways. Nor did the panic stop there. The king himself, followed by the guards, some : of the chiefs, and Gagool, who hobbled awav after them with marvelous alacrity, fled for the huts, so that in another minute or so ourselves, the would-be victim, Foulata, Infadoos, and some of the chiefs, who had interviewed us on . the previous night, were left alone upon the scene with the dead body of Scragga. “Now, chief,’’ I said, “we have given vou the sign. If ye are satisfied, let us fly.swiftly to the place ye spoke of. The charm can not be stopped. It will work for an hour. Let us take advantage of the darkness.” “Come,” said Infadoos, turning to go, an example which was followed by the awed chiefs, ourselves, and the girl Foulata. whom Good took by the hand. Before we reached the gate of the kraal the sun went out altogether. Holding each ot tier by the hand we stumbled on through the darkness. Continued next week.

SHE TOLD HER LOVE AT LAST.

How a Missouri Girl Played Fast .<• and Loose'with Two Lovers. Nettie White,of Sturgeon, Mo., is eighteen years old and very pretty. Among her suitors were Lee 1 A." Winn and Charles Winn. “Although bearing tbe same name, the young men were not relatives. The pair had been paying particular attention to Miss White for several months, and the gossips were much excited over the final result. About a week ago it was rumored that young lady had promised to marry Lee Winn; and had even gone so far as to select bridesmaids. When Charley Winn heard it he met his friend Lee,for they were good friends, and bet tSJ he would get the girl. The wager set the whole town talking, and the friends of each man made side bets. Everybody backed his favorite. Excitement ran so high that the young men, were requited to demand prompt action on the part of the girl. One or the other of the men was at the house all the time, and it is even said the parents were divided on the queston of beaux. A correspodent thus relates the following events: “The girl was harassed and annoyed for three days. She could not decide. This only increased the excitement. On Wednesday eveing, after in vain trying to get a*ddcision,the two young men, in the presence of mutual friends, stood in the oarlor and asked the girl to make her choice. She hesitated. It was agreed that the young men should start for home, and the one called back should be her husband. They started, and Miss White called “Lee”. He turned with a glad smile. Immediately she cried “Charley,” and he, too, came back. The crowd insisted that she must choose. “Miss White finally suggested that they write their names on a slip of paper, and she would mark a cross opposite her choice/ She put the cross opposite to’Charley’s name. As Lee turned to leave she marked a cross opposite his • U| 4 name, too. 4 i “Then another scheme was tried that proved successful. Both men were to leaVt^(and the one called back first was to be her husband, no matter whether the the other was called or not. Both started, the girl flashed, called“ Lee,” and Charley kept on. The pair immediately took the train for Columbia and were married by Professor Oldham of Christian College. Half of the town is happy and the other half is broke. Ten girls, it is said, will propose to poor Charley.”

Harrison on a Second Term.

Chicago Tribune. A lady said to him: “I suppose I shall not meet yon again before your departure for Washington. I want to express my wishes for your success, and I hope you will be re-elected for another term.” “I thank you,” replied Gen. Harrison, with a. serious expression of countenance, “but I am not sure that I care to be re-elected." In speaking to Gen. Fred Knefler, an old friend, about his departure, he said: “I am beginning to realize that it is a lonesome thing to be President , t - r

Ready for Business.

New York Weekly. Caller (Western newspaper office) — “I want to see the editor.” Office Boy—“E iitor’s gone off fer six weeks. Leave your bill with me, an’ I’ll give it to him When he gits back.” “I haven’t got a bilL I’ve gotja club.” “Editor’s up stairs, sir.”

AMERICA FOR AMERICANS

THERE H&O FEAR OF AMERICA BEING O V ERCytOWDED. For We Can Find Room for All the World and to Spare—Of Ono Blood All the Nations of Rev. Dr. Talmage preached at the, Brooklyn Tabernacle last Sunday. Bub- . ject: ‘‘Shall America be Reserved for I Americans.” Text, Acts xvii., 26. He I said: . '''' I think God built this American con" tinent and orgaryzed this United States Republic to demonstrate the stupendous idea of the text. A man in Persia will always remain a Persian, a map in Switzerland will always remain a Swiss, a man in Austria will always remain an Austrian, but all foreign nationalities coming to America were intended to be Americans. This land is the qhemical laboratory where foreign bloqds are to be inextricably, mixed up and race prejudices and race, antipathies are to perish, and this sermop- is an ax -by which 1 hope to help kill them. It is not hard for me to preach such a sermon, because, glthodgn my ancestors j came to this country about two hundred and fifty years ago, some of them came from) Walesand some from Scotland and some from Holland and some from other lands, and lam a mixture of so many nationalities that I ieel at home with people from under every sky and’ . have a right to call thajp blood relations. There are < mad caps and patriotic lunatics in this country who are ever and anon crying out, . “America lor Americans.” Down with the German's! Down with the Irish! Down with the Jewel Down with the Chinese! are in some directions the popular cries, all of which vociferations I would drown out by the full organ of my text, while I pull out the stops and put my foot outlie pedal that will open the loudest fnpi-s, and run my nnjers Over all the our banks of ivory keys, playing the chant,n “God hath made of one blood all nations.” There are. not five; men in this, audience, nor live men in any audience to-day in America, except it be. dp an Indian reservation, who were not dp.-, scended from foreigners if you go fir enough back. If tke principle Amer-, ica only for Americans be carried out, then you and I have no right to be here, and we had better charter all the steamers andciippers and men-of-war and yachtsand sloops and get out of this country as quick aa possible. The Pilgrim Fathers were all immigrants, the Huguenots were all immigrants. The cradle of most one of our family was rocked on the bank of the Clyde or the Rhine or the Shannon or the Seine or the Tiber. Had the watchwc rd, ‘ America for Americans” been an early and successful cry, where now stand our cities would have stood Indian wigwams, and canoes instead of steamers would have tracked the Hudson and the Connecticut; and, instead of the Mississippi being the main artery of the continent, it would have been only a ‘rough for deer and antelope and wild pigeons to drink out of. What makes the cry of “America for Americans” the more absurd and inhuman is that some in this country, who Themselves arrived here in their boyhood or arrived here only one or two generations back are joining in the cry. Escaped from foreign despotisms themselves, they say, “Shut the door of escape for others.” Getting themselves on our shores in a life-bot from the shipwreck, saying, “Haul the boat on the beach and let the rest of the Eassengers go to the bottom!” Men who aye yet on them a Scotch qt Gentian or English or Irish brogue crying out, “America for Americans!’! What if the native inhabitants of Heaven, I mean the angels, the cherubim, the seraphim born there, should stand in the gate, and when they see us coming up at the last, should say, “Go back! Heaven for the Heavenians!” Of course, we do well not to allow foreign nations to make this country a convict colony. We would have a wall built as high as heaven and as deep’ as hell against foreign thieves, pickpockets and Anarchists. We would not let’ them wipe their feet on the map of the out side doors of Castle Garden. © In England, or Russia, or-Germany, or France send their desperadoes to get clear of them; we would have these desperadoes sent ships to the places where they came from. We will not have Americk become the dumping place for foreign vagabondism. But you build up a wall at the Narrows before New York Harbor, or at the Golden Gate before San Francisco, and forbid the coming of the industrious and hardworking and honest populations of other lands who want to breathe the air of our free institutions and get opportunity (or better livelihood, and it is only a question of time when God will tumble that wall flat on out own heads whith the red-lot thunderbolts of His omnipotent indignation. God is the Father of the human race. He has at least five sons, a North America. a South America, a European, an Asiatic and an African. The North American sniffs the breeze and he says to his four brothers and . sisters: “Let the South American stay in South America, let the European stay ,in Europe, let the Asiatic stay in. Asia, let the /African stay in Africa; but America isfor me. Lthink it is the parlor of the whole earth. I like its carpets oi grass and its upholstery of the front window, namely the American sunrise, and the upholstery of the back window, namely the American sunset. Now I want you all to stay out and keep to your places.” I am sure the Father of the whole human race would hear of it and chastisement would come and, whether by earthquake, or flood, or drought, or heavendarkening swarms of locust and grass: hopper, or destroying angel of pestilence, God would rebuke our selfishness as a nation and say to the four winds of heaven: “This world is my house, and the North American is no more my child than is the South American and the European and the Asiatic and the African. And I built this world for all the children, and the-parlor is theirs, and ail is theirs.” For, let me say, whether we Will or not, the population of other lands will come here. There are harbors all the way from Baffin’s Bay to Galveston, and if you shut fifty gates there will be other gates unguarded. And if you forbid foreigners from coming on the steamers they will take sailing vessels. And if you forbid them coming on sailing vessels they will come in boats. And if you will not let them come in boats they will corner on rafts. And if you will not allow wharfage to the raft they w 11 leave it outride Sandv Hook and swim for free America. Stop

them? Yon might M well pass a law forbidding a swarm of summer bees from lighting on the clover top, or pass a law forbidding the tides of the Atlantic to rise the moon puts under it silver grappling hooks, or a law that the noonday stin should not irradiate the atmosphere. Tney have come. Thjey are coming now. But some of this erv, America for Americans, may ariee from an’ honest fear lest this land be overcrowded. Such persons had better take the Northrrn Pacific or Union Pacific or Southern Pacific or Atlantic and Charlotte Air Line or Texas and Sante Fe, and go a long journey and find out that no more than a tenth part of this continent is fully cultivated. If a man with a hundred acres of farm land should put all his cultivation on one acre he would be’ cultivating a larger ratio of his farm titan our nation is now.occupying of the national farm. Pohr the whole human race, Europe, Asia, Africa and all the islands of the sea, into America and there would be room to spare. All the Rocky Mountain barrennesses and all the other American deserts are to be fertilized, and as Salt Lake City and much of Utah once yielded not a of grass, now, by artificial irrigation, have become gardens, so a large part of this continent that now is too poor to grow even a mullein stock or a Canada thistle, will, through artificial irrigation, like an Illinois prairie wave with wheat or litre a Wisconsin farm, rustle with corn tassels. Beside that, after perhaps a century or two more, when this continent is quite well occupied, the tides of immigration will turn the other way. Politics and governmental affairs being corrected on the other side of the voters, Ireland under different regulation*' th,rued into a garden will invite back another generation of Irishmen, and the wide wastes of Russia brought from under despotism will, with he?- own green field?, invite "bacg another generation of Russians. And there will be huh* dreds of thousands of every year si/ttling on the other cota.itientsJ And, after a number of centuries, all tne earth full and crowded, what then? Weil, at that time some night a/panther meteor wandering through the heavens will put its paw op our world z and stop it, and, putting its pantlirr tooth into tbe neck of its mountain range, will shake it lifeless as the rat-terrier a rat. So I have no mote fear of America being overcrowded than that the porpoises in the Atlantic Ocean wili become so numerous as to stop shipping. It is through mighty additions of foreign population to our native population that I think God is going to fill this land with a race of people 95 per cent, superior to any thing the world has ever seen. Intermarriage of nations is deprezting and crippling. Marriage outside of one own’s nationality and with another style of nationality is a mighty gain. What makes the Scotch-Irish second to no pedigree for brain and stamina of character, so that blood goes right up to the Supreme Court Bench and to the front rank in jurisprudence and merchandise and art? Because nothing under heaven can be more uplike than a Scotchman and an Irishman, and the descendants of these two conjoined nationalities, unless rum flings them, go right to the tip-top in every thing. Ail nationalities coming to this land the opposites will all the while be affianced, and French and German will unite, and that will stop all the quarrels between them, and one child they will call Alsace and the other Lorraine. . And hotblooded Spaniards will unite with coldblooded Polander and romantic Italian with matter of fact Norwegian, and a hundred and fifty years from npw the race occupying this land will be in stature, in purity of complexion, in liquidity of eye, in gracefulness of poise, in dome-like bro w, in taste, in intelligence and m morals so far ahead of any thing now known on either side the seas that this last quarter of the niueteeth century will seem to them like the dark ages. Oh, then how they will legislate and bargain and pray and preach and govern! This is the land where, by the mingling of the races, the race prejudice is to get its death blow. How heaven feels about it we may conclude from the fact that Christ, the Jew, and descended from a Jewess, nevertheless provided a religion for all races, and that Paul, though a Jew, becaffie the chief apostle of the Gentiles; I must confess there was a time when I entertained race prejudice, but, thanks to God, that prejudice has gone, and if I sat in church and on one side of me there was a blacteman, and on the other side of me there was an Indian, and before me was a Chinaman, and behind me a Turk, I would be as happy as I am now standing in the presence of this brilliant audience, and I am as happy now as I can be and live. The sooner we get this corpse of race prejudice buried, the healthier will be our American , atmosphere. Now, in views of this subject., I have two points blank words to utter, one suggesting what for eign era ought to do for us, and the other what we ought to do for foreigners. First, to. foreigners. Lay aside all apologetic air, apd /realize you have as much right as any- man who was not only himself bern here, but his father and his grandfather and his great-grandfather before him. • My other word suggests what Americans ought to do for foreigners. By all possible means explain to them our institutions. Coming here the vast majority of them know about as much concerning Republican or Democratic form of government as you in the United States know about poli ics of Denmark or France, or Italy or Switzerland, namely nothing. Explain to them that liberty in this country means liberty to do right, but not liberty to do wrong. Never in their presence say anything agaijist their native land, for, no matter how much they may have been oppressed there, in that native land there are sacred places, cabins or mansions, around whose doors they played, and perhaps somewhere there is a grave into which they would like, when life’s toils are over, to be letdown, for it is mother’s grave, and it would be like going again into the loving arms that first held them and against the bosom that first pillowed them. My! my! how low down a man must have . escended to have no regard for the place where bis cradle was rocked. ? Don’t mock their brogue or their stumbling attempts at the hardest of all languages to learn, namely, tbe English .language. I warrant that they speak ’English as well as yon could talx Scandinavian. Treat them in America as vou would like to be treated, if for the sake of your honest principles or a better livelihood lor yourself or your family you had moved under the shido w of

Jun "Iran, or the Rigi, or the Giant’s CsiN-way, or the Bohemian Forest, or i FrrfiYfotii ’n Jura.. > .•* Fbe mivhtiefet defense against Euroi nmons is a wail of Europeans rt-hi-.niug all up and down the American CoiitiiK-nt, a wall of heads and bean? consecrated to free government. A - bulwark of foreign humanity heaved up all along our shores, rein- < forc'd by the Atlantic ocean, armed as it is with t-m pests and. Carrib bean whirlwinds and giant billows ready to fling.. mountains from their catapult, we need as a natiqli fear no one in tbe univerrt but God, and if found in his service we need not- fear Him. As six hundred million people will yet sit down at our national table, let God preside. To Him be dedicated the metal of our mines, the sheaves of our harvest fields, the fruits of our orchards, the fabrics of our tra >nfactories, the telescopes of our observatories, the volumes of our libra-** ries, the songsjof our churches,the affections of our hearts, and all our lakes become baptismal fonts and all our mountains altars of praise, and all our valleys amphitheaters of worship, and our country, having become fifty nations consolidated in one, may its every heart-throb be a pulsation of gratitude to Him who made “of one blood all nations” and ransomer’ that blood by the payment o» the last drop of His own. »

D’lsraeli's Estimate of America.

St. Louis Magazine. Lord Beaconsfield had very positive opinions as to tbe United States. Tn 1837, when he was plain Benjamin D Israeli, a struggling young author, he thus wrote in “Venetia.” “What America is deficient in is creative intellect. It has no nationality. Its intelligence has been imported, like its manufactured goods. Its inhabitants are a people, but are they a nation? I wish that the empire of the Incas and kingdom of Montezuma had not been sacrificed. I wish that the republic of the Puritans had blended with the tribes of the wilderness.” That his views on this subject did not change matuyer years had come to him and he was the great Prime Minister of England, is apparent from the fact that the fiame language is retained in the edition ©f “Venitia” of 1868 (Frederick Warne and Company, publishers) and in later editions issued during the last years of D’lsraeli’s life. In the later years of his life, Dickens handsomely retracted some of the harshest statements in “American Notes” and really felt kindly towards the American people, but D’lsraeli nev-; er looked upon us with a favorable eye.

A Drum in his Head.

Milwaukee Sentinel. “That is a queer freak,’’said one of the newspaper men when the women had departed, “but I know of a case stranger than that. It happened in my own family, and the victim of the hallucination was my uncle. He was a farmer and a wealthy man. When the war broke out he enlisted and fought bravely to the end. He had not been home for six months when the strange fancy seized him that there was a small drum secreted in the top of his head and that he would never more have peace. He was sent to a private insane asylum. Except foi this peculiar idea he was apsane as you or I, and his conversation on any topic but this was National. Finally the physicians hit upon a happy idea. They told my uncle that they would perform a surgical operation and take the drum out. So they had a miniature drum made, and one of them kept it in the palm of his hand where the patient could not see it. They then cut the scalp on the top pf his head until blood came, and the physicians pretented to draw out the drum through the top of his head, stitching the wound after doing so. My uncle Was cured the minute he saw the drum.” ■ t

Two Men of Business Meet.

Detroit Free Press. A man sat scribbling at a desk in office on Griswold street, yesterday, when some one walked briskly through the hall, opened the door, and asked: “Anybody in?” “Yes, sir.” “Want your coal carried up?” “Haven’t got any.” “Going to have?” “No,sir.” "Then you wouldn’t waht it carried up?” - / . “No, sir.” “Andl couldn’t carry it up if I wanted td?r “No, sir.” “Thpt’s all. Good day. Glad to meet a man who does business in a business way. See you about some fly screens twomonths later.”

PERHAPS YOU HAVE SEEN BBER. Miss Pallas Endora von Blurky; Bhe didn't know chicken from turkey High Spanish and Greek She could fluently speak, But her knowledge of poultry was nukf. V She could tell the great-uncle of Moeen, The dates of the Wars of the Rosea, L - The reason of things, Why the Indiana>wore rings On their red aboriginal.noser I The meaning of Emerson’s 'lßrahma." Why Shakespeare was wrong in his grainier. And she went chipping reeks - With a little black box, And a small geological' hammer i'.p’ She had views upon co-education. And'the principal needs of the nation. Her glasses were blue, S 71 And the number She knew Of the stars in each high constellation. » She wrote in a hand-writing clerky; She talked With an emphasis Jerky. ■ High Spanish and Greek She could fluently speak, Bat she didn't know chicken from Uufcey. —Chicago Jowracd