Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 March 1894 — Page 2

THE REPUBLICAN. GkOre E. Marshall, Editor. RENSSELAER - INDIANA

There are ninety-eight no-license towns in Connecticut. “The words of a man’s mouth are as deep waters, and the well-spring of wisdom as a flowing brook.” The United States steamer Pint a, in Alaskan waters, is practically without a crew, nearly every man having been arrested and placed in /ail, as a result of a recent ordei by United States Marshal Porter, for having formed illegal marriage relations with native women.

Chicago theaters and music halls ire said to have adopted the London fashion of permitting actors and Actresses to play engagements at various houses on the same night. The time for their appearance on the various stages, is accurately fixed md the performers are hurried from place to place in hacks without shanging their stage clothes or makeU P- .

Our Indianapolis exchanges bring the inforifihtion that*here,,is.a;great deal of suffering and destitution in that city. The same papers also tell us that English’s Opera House, seating upward of 2,000, was packed to the dome at four performances of of Sinbad last week, at prices fifty per cent, above the regular schedule. Both statements are probably true. Hard times seldom affect the show business. People have been known to sell their cooking stoves to get money to go to a circus.

Ad English farmer is said to have succeeded in grafting a tomato plant upon a potato vine, and the hybrid production rewarded the ingenious agriculturist with a double-headed crop—tomatoes above ground, potatoes beneath the surface. We do not vouch for the truth of this story and advise our readers not to . waste too much time with similar experiments. Still if they feel like emulating the Englishmen’s example we will be glad to give to the world the results that may be attained.

liter?AßKh g RST,. the. noted, New York divine, who has aefneved a great deal of notoriety through his strenuous efforts to reform the morals of the great metropolis, in a recent interview expressed his unqualified admiration for beer gardens, stating that they were a “beautiful institution” in Germany. He will not, however, start a beer garden himself. Some people will think the eminent reformer is a little “off” to thus supplement his remarkably stringent efforts towards a suppression of the social evil with an indorsement of an- institution—so intimately connected with that evil in all large cities.

The United States in 1893 exported $854,000,000 worth of products of various kinds. Our mines, forests and fisheries supuiied about ten per cent, of this amount. Manufacturers 27A per cent. We exported twice the sole leather that we did twenty years ago. There was a remarkable increase in the amount of zinc exported, the amount for 1893 being 7,000,000 pounds against 73,000 pounds in 1873. Our total exports and imports combined were in 1892 slightly less than those of France, slightly more than those of Germany, and only 51 per cent, of the combined exports and imports of Great Britain, which imported about 2,000 millions and exported about 1,400 million dollars worth of merchandise and specie.

Tiie fact of the death of Emin Pasha in the wild© of Africa by this time seems to be pretty well established, and altogether his demise is the worst blow the Associated Press has sustained in recent years. When all other news items were scarce Emin could always be relied upon to furnish somethin# sensational—either by his allowed discoveries, or by falling out of a window on account of near-sightedness, occasionally varying the monotony by dying as a victim to cannibals and shortly thereafter having himself discovered jn good health by some enterprising newspaper man. Mr. Schnitzer has long been a source of profit to the press and we are not likely to find his equal as a perrenia! fount of paragraphic pleasures. Thebe are some things in the world that are likely to remain unsolved mysteries till the crack of doom. Many of these secrets are of trifling moment, but their very in- 1 significance renders the mystery surrounding them all the more aggravating. For instance, a brass coin has recently been found in an Indian mound, near Hock wood,

Tenn. It bears an urn buhring Incense and inscriptions in Hebrew as follows: “Shekel of Israel,” and “Jerusalem the Holy Land.” The coin was discovered by an ignorant farm laborer without sufficient intelligence to perpetrate fraud. How the coin got into the mound is the mystery. Antiquarians believe that the coin is one more proof that America was in ancient times settled by the lost tribes of 1 Israel, a theory that has been often advanced but never satisfactorily demonstrated. The coin is now in possession of the Tennessee Historical Society.

A very level-headed and practical English misionary named Boothe is alleged to have conceived the idea of converting Africa into ,a civilized and Christian country by means of huge coffee plantations that shall give employment to the natives while they are being instructed in the tenets of the Christian religion, the profits-that will result from their labors to be used as a means for the establishment of other plantations that, shall in turn serve as stepping stones to still other missionary plantations—and so on indefinitely until the entire tropical world shall khow the truth and by the truth be freed from tiie bondage of savage deeds and bloody rites that has for ages held them in durance vile. The scheme is said to be in actual operation, Mr. Boothe having only a few years ago been given SIOO,OOO by Englishmen to carry his ideas into practical effect. He controls 100,000 acres now set to the coffee plant and he intimates that in four years from the time he set the plants his farm will yield a profit of $l5O per acre, all of which he will use in missionary work. Mr. Boothe estimates that he will have converted all the heathen in Africa with the means already in hand and its natural profits in thirty-three years. This may all be true or not. but if it is it would seem that a glut in the coffee market and a sharp decline in prices are possibilities in the near future.

PEOPLE.

M. Pickard, the French commis-sioner-General for the Paris exposition of 1900, already has 100 clerks at work. The King of Greece is said to be very polite. He understands twelve languages, and never speaks angrily to his queen in a language that she comprehends. ~ The late Ferdinand Pousset, the. Parisian brewer who died worth $500,000, left large sums to several artists and journalists who frequented his place. □ Prof. Huxley, the great scientist, is a keen-eyed, sharp-featured man. He is quite crotchety, almost cranky, in his way, and is renowned for his irascible temper. Rev. E. Payson Hammond was the first American clergyman to enter Alaska. His first meetings were held at Fort Wrangel. He went without compensation or promise of support.

Johann Most has lost much of the fierceness of demeanor and appearance that made him conspicuous a -few years ago. - He has grown stout, “and his ,liou-iike mane has given place to sleeker locks. His very speech has grown tame. Olaf Petersen, a Swede, went West thirteen years ago to grow up with the country. His family is growing more rapidly than his bank account. He settled in Sabine eount\, Kansas, and has tweuty-onc-children. The first single child was followed by two sets of triplets, then seven sets of twins. According to the San Francisco Examiner a wealthy Chicagoan is having made in that city a fur coat that is to cost $2,500. Eight black Alaska sealskins compose the bod.} of the coat, and the cuffs, of Kamchatka silver-tipped sea otter, arc worth $250 each. The coat is lined with brown satin and weighs twenty pounds.

Shocking Yet Ludicrous.

Cincinnati Tribune. «A most shocking yet ludicrous thing occurred Sunday morning in one of the leading churches of this city. A beautiful young woman was the person guilty. She was elegantly attired and wore one of those peculiar veils that fit closely over the bonnet and face and tie in a sort of hangman's noose un der the left ear. After an eloquent and impressive sermon the bread in silver salvers was passed down the aisles bv the members of the session. The lady who wore the veil took a piece of bread and tried to slip the knot at the ear, failing in which she vainly endeavored to put the morse of bread under the veil into hei mouth, but she only drew the loot tighter. She blushed grew vexed, and tossed the typical fragment o: bread carelessly into the aisle.« Th< elder turned just in time to observe her and the plate almbstfell from hi* hands. Several other faces took oca horrified expression and then i smile. The fashionable young womar would have given her hope of heaver to have been able to retreat fron those glances, but quick as she wa* after the service to reach the door, she was not soon enough to escape the minister, who rerimanded her privately on the sins of fashion,

A CONQUERING CHRIST.

The Greatest and Most Heroic Figure in All History. The Transcendent Power of the Blood Bhed Upon Calvary—Dr. Talmage'a Sermon. From the startling figure of the text chosen by the Rev. Dr. Talmage in his sermon in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, Sunday, the preacher brought out the radical truths of the Christian, religion. The subject of the sermon was “Christ, the Conqueror,” the text being Isaiah lxiii, I, “Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah this that is glorious in His apparel, traveling in the greatness of His strength?” ije said: When a general is about to go out to the wars a flag and a sword are publicly presented to him and the maidens bring flowers, and the young men load the cannon, and the train starts amid a huzza that drowns the thunder of the wheels and the shriek of the whistle. But all this will give no idea of the excitement that there must have been in heaven when Christ started out on the campaign of the world’s conquest. If they could have foreseen the. siege that would be laid to Him, and the maltreatment He would suffer, and the burdens He would have to carry, and the battles He would have to

fight, I think there would have been a milliir volunteers in heaven who would have insisted on coming along with Him. You know there is a wide difference between a man's going off to battle and coming back again. When he goes off, it is with epaulets untangled, with banner unspecked, with horses sleek and shining from the groom. All that there is of struggle and pain is to come—yet— So it was with Clmst. He had not yet fought, a battle. Ho was starting out, and though this world did not give Him a warm-hearted greeting there was a gentle mother who folded Him in her arms, and a babe finds no difference between a stable and a palace, between courtiers and camel drivers. But soon hostile forces began to gather. They deployed from the sanhedrim. They were detailed from the standing army. They came out from the Caesarean castles. The vagabonds in the street joined the gentlemen of the mansion. Spirits rode up from hell, and in long array there came a force together that threatened to put to rout this newly arrived one from heaven. Jesus now seeing the battle gathering lifted His own standard. But who gathered about it? How feeble the recruits. A few shoremen, a blind beggar, a woman with an alabaster box, another woman with two mites and a group of friendless, money less and positionless people came to his standard. What chance was there fpr Him? Nazareth against Him. Bethlehem igainst Him. Capernaum against Him. Jerusalem against Him. Galilee against Hint. The courts against Him. The army against Him. The throne against Him. The world igainst Him. All hell against Him. No wonder they asked Him to surrender. But he could not surrender; He could not apologize; He could not take any back-steps. He had . come to strike for the deliverance of an euslaveL race, and He must da the. work. Then they sent out their pickjts to watch Him. They saw in what bouse He went and when He came out. They watched what he ate and who with, what he drank and how much.

But at last the battle came. It was to be more fierce than Bozrah, more Dloodv than Gettysburg, involving nore than Austerlitz, more combatints employed than at Chalons, a ghastlier conflict than all the battles y»f the earth put together, though Edmund Burke’s estimate Of thirtycive thousand million of its slain be iccurate. The day was Friday, the hour was between 12 and 3 o’clock. The field was a slight Hillock northvest of Jerusalem. The forces engaged were earth and hell, joined as lilies on one side, and heaven represented by a solitary inhabitant on the other. The hour came. Oh. what a time t was! I think that that day the universe looked on. The spirits that could be spared fH>m the heaV y enly temple and could get conveyance of wing or chariot came down from above, and spirits getting furlough from beneath came up, and they listened and they looked, and they watched. Oh, what an uneven battle. Two worlds armed on one side, an unarmed man on the other. The regiment of the Roman army at that time stationed at Jerusalem began the attack,. They knew how to fight, for they belonged to the most thoroughly prilled army of the world. With spears' glittering in the, sun they charged up the hill. The horses prance and rear amid the excitement of the populace, the heels of the riders plunged in the flanks,urging them on. The weapons begin to tell on Christ. See how faint He looks! There the blood starts, and there and there and there. If He is to have re-enforcements, let him call them up now. No, He must do this work alone—alone. He is dying.. Feel for yourself of the wrist; the pulse is feebler. Feel under the arm; the warmth is less. He is dying. Aye, they pronounce Him dead. And just at that moment that they pronounced Him dead He rallied, and from His wounds He uc-

sheathed a weapon which staggered the Roman legions down the bill and hurled the satanic battalions into the pit. It was a weapon of love — infinite love, all conquering love. Mightier than javelin or spear, it triumphed over all. Put back, ye armies of earth and hell! The tide of battle turns. . Jesus hath overcome. Let the people stand apart and make a line that He may pass down from Calvary to Jerusalem, and thence on and out all around the world. The battle is fought. The victory is achieved. The triumphal march is begun. Hark to the hoofs of the warrior’s steed and the tramping of a great multitude, for He has many friends now.—The hero of the earth and heaven advances. Cheer! Cheer! “Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah, traveling ip ,the greatness of His strength?” You have noticed that when soldiers come, home from the wars they carry on their flags the names of the battlefields where they were distinguished. The Englishman coming back has on his banner Inkerman and Balaklava;the Frenchman, Jena and Eilau; the German,

Versailles and Sedan. And Christ has on the banner He carries as conqueror the names of 10,000 battlefields He won for you and for me. He rides past all our homes of bereavement, by the door-bell swathed in sorrow, by the wardrobe black with woe, by the dismantled fortress of our strength. Come out and greet Him today, O ye people! See the names of ail the battle passes on His flag. Ye who are poor, read on this ensign the story of Christ’s hard crusts and pillowless head. Ye who are persecuted, read here of the ruffians who chased Him from His first breath to His last. - Mighty, to. soothe your troubles, mighty to balk vour calamities, mighty to tread down vour foes, “traveling in the greatness of His strength.”—Though His horse be brown with the dust of the march, and the fetlocks be wet with the carnage, and the bit be red with the blood of your spiritual foes, He comes up now, not exhausted from the battle, but fresh as when He went into it —coming up from Bozrah, “traveling in the greatness of His strength.” At 2 o’clock to-morrow afternoon go among the places of business or toil. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their looks, show you that they are overworked. They are/prematurely old. They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone through crises in business that shattered their nervous systems and pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breadth, and a pain in the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why are they drudging at business j early and ' late? For fun? No; it ! would be difficult to extract any | amusement out of that exhaustion. ! Because they are avaricious? In i many cases no. Because their own j personal expenses are lavish? No; ; a few hundred dollars would meet all their wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and exasperation and wear and tear to ! keep his home prosperous. ! There is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from that shop, from that scaffolding to a quiet scene a few blocks, a few miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is simply the champion of a homestead, for which he wins bread and wardrobe and education, and prosperity, and in such battle 10,000 men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury nine die of overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of resistence, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! About thirty-three years ago there went forth from our homes hundreds of thousands of men to do battle for their country. All the poetry of war soon vanished and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They waded knee deep in mud. They slept in snowbanks. They marched till their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of their honest rations and lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws all fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of them cried for water as they lay dying on the field the night after the battle and got it not. They were homesick and received no message from their loved ones. They died in 'barns, in bushes, in ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their obsequies. No one but the infinite God, who knows everything, knows the ten thousandth part of the length and breadth and depth and height of anguish of the northern and southern battlefields. Why did these fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these young men, postponing the marriage day, .start out in the probabilities of never coming back? For the country they died. Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! But we need not go so far. What is that monument in Greenwood? Is it to the doctors who fell in the southern epidemics? Why go? Were there not enough of sick to be attended to in these northern latitudes? Oh, yes, but the doctor put a few medical books in his valise, and some vials of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other phySicans and takes the rail train. Before he gets to the infected regions he passes crowded rail trains, regular and extra, taking the flying and affrightened populations. He arrives in a city over which a great horror is brooding. He goes from coych to couch, feeling the pulse and studying

of symptoms, and presciibing day after day, night after night, until a fellow physician says: “Doctor, you had better go home and rest. . You look miserable,” But he can not rest while so many are suffering. On and on until some morning finds him in a delirium, in which he talks of home and then rises and says he must go and look after those patients. Hals told tc lie down, but he fights his attendants until he falls back and is weaker and weaker and dies for people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from his own family, and is hastily put away in a stranger’s tomb, and only the fifth part of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice —his name just mentioned among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight on as an arrow to the bosom of Him who said. “I was sick and ye visited me. ” Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! I catch a handful of the red torrent that rushes out from the heart of the Lord, and I throw it over this audience, hoping that one drop of its cleansing power may come upon your soul. O, Jesus, in that crimson tide wash our souls! We.accept thy sacrifice! Conqueror of Bozrah, have mercy upou us! We throw our garments in the way ! We fall into line! Ride on, Jesus, ride oh! “Traveling, traveling is the greatness of Thy strength.” . s 1

HOOSIER EAGLES.

Talcs of Aquiline Struggles and Discomfitures In. a Great State. New York Sun. “The Indiana eagles are on the rampage again,” said George Bloshfield of Wayne county, “and seem to have taken a particular fancy this time to small hoys. It isn’t so long ago since the Sun printed the story about the big Vermillion county eagle that swooped down on a ‘ flock of geese in a farmer’s door yard, confidently expecting that it would be no job at all to soar back with a fat goose for dinner, and was almost knocked silly with surprise when the whole flock pitched into him Witli a vim that compelled him to do some of the liveliest fighting he had ever run up against; and even then, after licking every one of the geese, the eagle failed to get one of them for his dinner, because the farmer’s daughter came out and went at him with a fence rail and a dog and laid him so low that he never got any higher than the farmer’s mantelpiece, and then only as a stuffed eagle. “That story was all right, but indirectly it gave out the idea, somehow, tfiat all the eagles in Indiana were in Vermillion county. Not by a long shot! Old Scott’s all right when it comes to eagles! Vermillion county may have a few more eagles than Scott county, but it takes two or three Vermillion county eagles to size up with one of Scott’s. Mrs. Farmer Rickards can tell you that. She lived in Vermillion county when she was a girl, and once killed an eagle there that came down and tackled a turkey gobbler in her father’s barnyard. She killed it with a flail with which she was threshing out oats in the barn. That eagle pleasured six feet and a little over from tip to tip. It was considered a fair average Vermilion county eagle. Mrs. Farmer Rickards now lives in Scott county. Some time ago, when the weather was warm, Mrs. Rickards was out in the yard boiling soap. Her three-year-old boy was playing about the yard. Suddenly a

shadow like that of a passing cloud came over the yard and Mrs. Rickards heard a scream. She looked up and saw a heap of feathers as big as if one of her biggest feather beds had been dumped down there, but from the top of it rose the head and from the bottom of it were thrust the feet of an eagle. The feet were clutched in the clothes of Mrs. Rickard’s three-year-old boy, who was kicking and" squirming and yelling to beat the band. Mrs. Rickards had a large ladle in her hand. She dipped it in the kettle of soap, filled it with the boiling stuff and sprinted across the yard only too quick. The eagle had "got his hooks in on the boy all right by this time and was rising easily with the youngster. But lie had tarried too long. Mrs. Rickards dumped the ladle of boiling soap on top of his head and the hot stuff ran down and filled his eyes and nostrils jam full. The eagle dropped the boy as if he had been hotter than the soap and began doing some of the livliest ground and lofty tumbling around that yard that was ever seen. The soap hadn't only blinded him; it was getting in its little alkali workon those sensitive organs in a way that simply crazed. “Mrs. Rickards grabbed her boy and ran with him into the house. Then she got her husband’s old army musket and ran back to use it on the eagle, which was still pirouetting around the yard like a rooster with its head off. The gun wouldn’t go off, so Mrs. Rickardß clubbed it and pounded that blinded and crazed eaglo over the head until he was glad to die. He was undoubtely a patriarch of the sky, for every feather on him was as gray as the lichen on glacial rocks, and he measured seven feet from tip to tip. “These are all the returns that were in when I left home, but I expect latet* news of Indiana eagles when I get back, for they are on one of their periodical rampages.”

SILVER AND TARIFF.

Ex-President Harrison Discusses These Questions. Declares "the Tariff Question Unsettled and Thinks the World Will Yet Restore Silver,

Ex-President Harrison, en route to California, was met at Trinidad. Col., Wedneslay, by a committee headed by the Mayor ind 2.C03 people. After the ceremonies usual to such occasions. Gen. Harrison said: My Friends—l am too much surprised, and being human, 1 am much gratified to jee so many of you to-day, and to feel that the passing through your city of a private citizen, whose occupation just nowis that of a school teacher, should have excited so much interest as to have brought you out here to see me. Several of these gentlemen who came upon tho car have suggested themes for a speech. I think they all agreed that I ought to talk about the tariff. That is a very troublesome question. I remember when I was a boy at school we had the tariff up for debate in our literary society and a gentleman who afterward became a judge in lowa began his speech by saying that there had been a great deal said about tariff, but he thought ho had it in a nut shell and just at thistimehis modesty and embarassment were such thgit he broke down altogether and closed his speech right there without cracking the nut, and it seems to bo uncracked to this , my friends, the question is simply this: That those who bolieve in a protective tariff have the opinion that the Ajmerican interests ought to be protected by American legislation. [Cheers.}; Now, it is very noticeable that all through our great centers of population free traders and protectionists alike are all urging city councils and boards of county commissioners either to vote money to devote to the relief of the poor and unemployed or to secure them some kind of public work in order that men may earn their daily oread. [Cries of “That is right.’’] Now, if that is right it is also right for Congressto frame our tariff legislation so as to bring the most work to this country that is possible. You have another interest out here which you have asserted with a good deal of vehemence and determination, and that is the silver question. Now I say to you today what I said when I was President, and what I have always belie.vcd. that a larger use of silver for money and free coinage of silver upon a basis to be agreed upon that would maintain its parity with, gold was good for the whole world. I do not believe that we could run free coinage ourselves while the European governments were pursuing the policy they have been pursuing with silver. But, my fellow-citizens, there are clear indications now in England and in Germany that they are feeling the effects of a scarcity of gold and its prostrating effects upon the industries. PbeMeve these two great countries are noarer right today than they have been for the lasl twenty years. They are all considering favorably tho question of a larger ana freer use of silver as a money metal, and bi-metalism has gained strength in England. That energetic young Emperor oi Germany is himself considering the question of bi-metalism. Ido not think that these countries are coming to themext silver conference as a coy maiden waiting foi us to make the advance and holding back, but will come with greater readiness than in any recent years with us upon a basis for a larger use of silver as money. I said to one.of your Senators that, if T could bring about the free uso oi silver upon a basis that in my judgment would maintain its parity as money ] would rather signalize my administration by that act than by any other that I know of. (Cheers.) And now a great lesson we have all to learn is that it is not possible for every man in this country to have his way. All our legislation is a sort of a compromise; it is the adjusting of the interests between men and between States upon broad and liberal lines, and those lines we will all find, and presently through tho teaching of this hard school-master, experience, will come out of the slough of despondency and stand again upon tho rock.

THE GRAND OLD MAN.

Probably tho Last Speech of Gladstone In . - 1 film Commons. Unusual interest is attached to the speech of Mr. Gladstone in tho House ol Commons, Thursday. The Premier entered the House at 3:30. At 4 o’clock Mr. Gladstone’s secretary informed tho Associated Press that tho resignation of the Premier cannot long be delayed. Continuing, Mr. Littleton said that at the audience which Mr. Gladstone had at Buckingham Palace, Wednesday, with the Queen, ho referred to the increasing difficulties which he experienced, owing to hlf falling eyesight, deafness and age, and told her Majesty that ho could not long continue to bear the responsibilities of the premiership. Rt. Hon. Arthur Wellesly Peel put tho question that tho House ol Lords amendments to the local government bill bo considered. Mr. Gladstone then arose and addressed the House, speaking in a full, resonant, voice, which occasionally was marred by a slight huskiness. Bnt, in spite of this, ho spoke throughout with marvelous energy and vigor.

During the course of his speoh tho Premier said that tho Government folt thal this operation of sendlngand re-sending a bill from one iiouso to another had continued long enough. (Loud and prolonged cheering and much laughter.) When Mr. Gladstone was again able to resume speaking he said: "To continue tho process would bo a loss of dignity to both ’ Houses, and the Government has decided to stop the operation and take a decided course. The Government had tho clioic* of rejecting tho House of Lords amendments and abandoning hope of passing tbo bill, or accept thorn under protest with the hope of soon reversing them Tho Government adopted the second” (Cheering.) ■ Mr. Gladstone then reviewed tho action of tho House of Lords in thopa9t and said: “We havo now reached an acute stage. It appears that tho House of Lords desires to annihilate the whole work of the liouso of Commons. In regard to tho present bill the Government desires to save something from tho wreck, and, therefore, accepted the amendments, with the declaration that tho differences between the Houses Is not of a temporary or casual nature. This state of things, t am compelled to say, can not continuo. [Loud and prolonged cheers. 1 The issue raised between the assembly elected by the voices of the people and the assembly oc- - copied by many men of virtue and talents are of considerable variety. [Laughter 1When once raised they must go on to the issne. No doubt there is a higher Authority than the House of Common l * namely tho authority of tho nation [loud :heers] which must in last resort decide [Renewed cheers, loud opposition cries of at once.] When that judgment is to be invited is a question which tho government alone can decide.” At the conclusion of Mr. Gladstone’s re- I inerks he asked the House to accept the J House of Lords amendments to the bilL f