Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1894 — Page 2

THE REPUBLICAN, j Gkgre E. Marshall, Editor? , RENSSELAER - INDIANA^

•'Day untt> da\ uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge,” or as the Dutchman put it, ‘‘The longer we lif' the more we find efery day owit.” The raillenium may be approaching, but evidently the heavenly shadows have not as yet cast any gloom over old England. The marriage registries for the first quarter af1894 exceed the first quarter of any year since 1883. Ax experienced New York business man is of the opinion that big money is waiting for the man who will invent articles to sell for one cent that will prove popular with children. Here is a chance for all to use, their inventive powers. We are right in it. Let the Japs r and Johns fight it out. We can furnish them all the cold lead necessary. The biggest lead mine in the country was discovered at Dubuque, la., Aug. 14. It contains caves, full of lead ore, as large as a meeting house. Fifty thousand pounds are being taken out daily.

The “sun cure” is a fad with the bald headed men of New York. They jail them “sun worshippers” in Central Park, and numbers of them can be seen any clear day exposing their shining polls to the fierce rays of a summer sun. It is stated on what appears to be good authority that many bald heads have raised a "crop” this year in spite of the drought. Tiif. California fruit crop is said to be unprecedented this year. The lemand for these luscious products as the Pacific slope, in the Eastern States, has also increased in proportion, and prices are “firm” in spite as “hard times.” California fruits »nd wines are now in demand in several European countries, and apparently there is a promising future for this industry.

John P. Chinaman is beginning to “catch on” to American ways, and 'ere long we may hear of the “boss” laundryman organizing and ordering a general strike with disastrous results to those dependent on John for clean' linen. Already a union for mutual protection has been organized in New York. Dop Sang Kong Saw is at the head of the movement. Chinese merchants will co-operate with the “washee” men, and American lawyers have been retained. “There’s nothing in a name. ” Nevertheless, people take a pride in high-sounding cognomens* and an exceptionally suggestive title that invariably awakens mirthfulness or unpleasant thoughts is a positive detriment to any man who assumes to rise above the common level. A Wabash county man is complaining that he is badly handicapped in the race of life by the name which ho ,inherited from his ancestors. He never gambled in his life, and is ignorant of all games of chance, yet he is compelled to answer when addressed as Heironimcus. He certainly has a grievance against fate and is entitled to sympathy.

The Union Stock Yards at Indianapolis appear to have escaped the “general depression” we read so much about, reports for 1894 so far showing a comparatively large increase in nearly all lines of live 6tock. For the first six months of 1893 the receipts were as follows: Hogs, 374,719; cattle; 33,326; sheep, 20.337; horses, 3,960. The shipments were: Hogs, 214,817; cattle, 17,146; sheep, 15,512; horses 3,727. For tbe-first-six- Haonlhs.. of 1894 the receipts were: Hogs, 480,475; cattle, 36,717; sheep, 36,173; horses 3,227. The shipments were: Hogs 281,503; cattle, 20,17'-*‘; sheep, 28,333; horses, 3,201. The campaign for the Congressional nomination in the Lexington, Ky., district., continues to develop interesting and sensational episodes. Col. Breckinridge appears to be in the lead, and his supporters are devoted to his interests to a degree that Hoosiers of any party appear to be quite incapable of. They are ready to “tight to a finish” with all oppo~ nents, and are frequently dated by the supporters of Owens. The Breckenridge men have brought out a new “card” against Owens, alleging that he is badly in debt to Chicago gamblers. A Kentuckian who won’t pay his gambling debts is regarded as “very low down." A Breckenridge man was shot,' the other day, while trying to kill a colored man. Big barbecues are the order for all the factions, one at JLexingtpn getting away with ten

beeves, 1,500 pounds of mutton, 1,000 gallons of “burgoo” an 4 6,000 loaves of bread. Altogether the good people-of the Ashland district appear to be having a good deal of a “time,” and are certainly under some obligations to Miss Pollard for breaking the monotony, if not for having tarnished the good name of their eloquent Representative. A more forcible illustration of the vanity of all human affairs can hard-4v-be4mnfri ncd than--the dowufall-of “Plunger*” Ed Pardridge, of Chicago, who was recently taken, a rav_ing_maniac, to the Washingtonian Home for Inebriates in that city? Pardridge had been for years a bold and successful operator on the Board of Trade, and also conducted an immense dry goods business. His wealtbls estimated in the millions. =His3domesticctelations -were all that could be desired. Yet King Alcohol brought the proud man low and rendered every possession that his cunning brain had brought with years of effort worthless. Life is indeed a Dead Sea apple to such a man. For years he conducted his great and successful enterprises while under the influence of intoxicating drinks, while sober men by the score went to the wall. \Vas it Alcohol or was it Pardridge that amassed the millions?

Senator Sherman has stated positively to his friends that he will retire from the Senate at the expiration of his present term and refuses to be a candidate for re-election in any event. He will be seventy-six before -that time and feels that he is too old to again resume the cares and responsibilities of the position. At the expiration of his term Senator Sherman will have served thirtyfour years in that body. This record is without a parallel in American history. Thos. H, Benton served in the Senate twenty-nine years and two months. Mr. Sherman’s service in the Senate has not been continuous, because he served four years as Secretary of the Treasury under Mr. Hays. Intimate friends of Mr. Sherman think he will write a book of “Recollections” after his retirement from public life. Such a work from so distinguished an author will doubtless be of interest and prove profitable.

Few residents of inland districts far removed from great harbors of the ocean, can realize the magnitude of shipping interests. Still less can they properly appreciate the appearance and size of the monsters of the deep that modern genius has made a reality by the aid of modern wealth and modern enterprise. Recent maneuvers by cruisers of the English navy have established one fact, that when considered affords a data bv which a landsman Can grasp the idea of a modern war vessel of the first class. The vessel in question was loaded with coal at the rate of nineteen tons an hour. The bunkers held 850 tons, and the roustabouts, aided with all the machinery that could be brought to bear, worked constantly for forty-eight hours before the load was stored in the capacious hold. The facilities for loading coal are considered inadequate for war vessels by naval officers, as a delay of two days in an emergency might prove fatal to any cause dependent on prompt action by its navv. • i i —|

PEOPLE.

Prof. Asa Gray says that the Washington elm at Cambridge has been estimated to produce 7,000,000 leaves, which would make a surface radiation of about five acres in extent, and give out every fair day, in the growing season seven and three quarter tons of moisture. The ruler of Coburg, batter known as the Duke of Edinburg, is a mail of many hobbies. Among them must be’ counted his curious mania for entire Gogroimaiure.siLv.er_ships! At the present time he is the proud possessorof a fleet numbering over fifty. The Rev. John S. Eberlie, a Baptist minister of Glendale, Pa., eats only one meal a day. For about thirty years he has eaten a hearty meal at noon, but fasts during the other hours of the day. "• In the morning, instead of a nutritious breakfast of eggs, chops and hot cakes, he goes to the well, draws a pitcher of cold water, and drinks copiously. In the evening no salads or luscious fruits grace his table. Instead, he again fares sumptuously on cold water. Bishop Arthur Cleveland Coxe, of the Episcopal Diocese of Western New York, has written a number of beautiful hymns. In commenting on this fact the Christian Advocate (Methodist) says: “Some of Bishop Coxe’s hymns are found in the collections of every religious body in America except in the official collections of his own church. This is accounted for by his too scrupulous modesty; as a member of thehymnal committee in 1869 and 1871 be refused to permit the insertion of hi* own lyrics.

A HARVEST OF DEATH.

Sad Sunday Scenes In Northern Minnesota. SIX TOWNS WIPED OUT AND FITE HUNDRED PEOPLE PERISH. Devastation and Death Spread Sorrow an" Desolation to Hundreds of Homes — Property Loss Amounts to Millions. Minnesota has never known a calamity attended with such loss of life as that brought 'by the lire which wiped' Out Hinckley, Mission Creek, Sandstone, Sandstone Junction, Pokferama j and the other settlements in that vicinity, Saturday, Sept. 1. A conservative estimate places -the loss of life at not less than 350, white many others have suffered- injuries and unknown others are among the missing. To this horror of death in its most horrible form must be added the utter desolation and destitution tiiat has- come upon thousands of others whose all ” has been swept a way in the face, of -impend imr wijiter. There is a peculiar horror about the fatality in the admitted impossibility of identification in a very large proportion of the deaths. The town of Hinckley is about half way betwecn.St. Paul and Duluth. It has been wiped out by forest tires. The list of dead cannot bo estimated with certainty. The little town of Mission Creek, north of Hinckley, is also wiped out. The loss in nho neighborhood of St. Cloud, which is on the western edge of the fires, is estimated at 52U0.000. and from that point east and north nearly everything is burning. The liras are raging in Decker and Aitkcn counties, where many farmhouses and much grain has beenfosg as well as the timber.

From the stories of passengers on the limited train, which was burned near Hinckley, the entire train crow deserve to be.plaeed utt the roll of honor for personal heroism. Engineer James Root, of White Bear, heads the list and will have a thrilling story to toll if he recovers from his injuries. lie was badly burned ana almost, blinded and fell from his seat unconscious immediately on getting through the fires. Fireman .John McGowan was a good companion for him in the cab, and the other members of the crew Were fit associates for the hero who led them into what was literally a fiery furnace. When about two miles north of Hinckley, Engineer Root first discovered that the fires which had been raging or. both sides of the track were racing him for his life and the lives of his passengers. Cinder? were flying in every direction and the smoke was so dense it was well nigh impossible to see beyond the cab windows even with the aid of the powerful headlight. At first iie thought to outrun the flames, which w'-re coming after and bearing down upon him at a sixty-mile gait. When about a mile and a half from Hinckley he discovered that the fire was too fast for him, having overtaken the train and leaped it, so that the tr.ain was literally surrounded with flames. The air was stifling and tire heat so intense that the clothing of the cabmen was ignited. McGowan leaped into the water tank, extinguishing the fire in his own clothes, and then seizing a bucket dashed water over the burning engineer. Root steadily kept at hG pos%Mtbeiigh- scaFeeiT"kWb to sit upright.

Tlie story of the catastrophe which wiped out the material possessions that had made Hinckley a busy, a prosperous little, city is a short one. The town was built of wood. The school house, erected last year at a cost of SIO.OJO, and one-half the Duluth round-house, were the only brick structures in the city. Dy one of those peculiar freaks for which there is no’ accounting; the Eastern Minnesota round-house and water tank, on the southwestern edge of town, almost in ithe woods, escaped the flames—a circumstance the more remarkable from the fact that it stood directly in the path of the flames, which seemed to have escaped it as cleanly as if-playing leap-frog. All Saturday forenoon the townspeople were apprehensive. The smoke rolling up from the soutli told a story unmistakably plain to those accustomed to a wooded country. The lire kept advancing, fanned by the wind which was blowing a gale. About II o'clock the company got out their engine and laid an eigliteen-hundrod-foot line of hose tc the southern outskirts of the town. The hose was all too short for the measure of protection desired and a telegram was sent to Kush City for more. About 3 o’clock in the afternoon the fire laterally jumped into the town. Its approach was not gradual. It did not eat its way along, devouring everything in Its path, but came in huge leaps, as if to overtake everything fleeing before it, and then burned back at its leisure. It is described by those who witnessed its onward progress at Hinckley and elsewhere as if it were forced along by cyclones of its own generation. The intense heat would develop a vernable whirlwind of flame that actually twisted off poplar trees several inches in thickness and carried huge blazi nglln'TlnnTtts-lrtg-h'

iiiK them forward for from forty to eighty rods, there to fail and begin the work of devastation jjpew. A train came in and efforts ty rescue the people, wore made, A number of box cars welfo coupled on and tilled and covered with men. women and children. Some were bareheaded, some were coatless, some few clutched a pitiful bundle of the more precious of their portable possessions. Families were separated. Children joined the throng and left their parents Ju all there was a tnotly crowd of about 450 or more people. The drain jollied ont just ahead of the lire, and succeeded in ultimately reaching Iduluth. This circumstance,' while fortunate in a degree that cannot to estimated, has made the confusion greater, for it is not known w ho escaped in this way. and many people are reported dead who may to in safety. • Another train bo the Hinckley .ft St. Cloud branch made a similar attempt to take passengers to a place of safety Its path lav directly across the path of the fire and their situation steadily became desperate. The tie* were burning, the : rails were warping and the trestles were sagging tinder the train. The smoke had increased so that the engineer was help:l< 88. He coulu not see the train behind !him. burning trees iav across the track j and were being tossed aside ty the engine. .Suddenly the track gave'way and the j fain toppled off to one side. No one was [i :jnred, and they pressed to Pokegama * station, a few rods ahead, but a fevfr feet

in front, of the engine was discovered a gorge sixty feet wide and forty feet deep where the trestle had been burned away. They succeeded Hi reaching the clearing abotu the statlon and escaped with a few .burns and bruises. There were burned along the track,' however, four or five people- iL ' . _ The people who were left .in the city were in what seemed to be an almost hopeless condition. Egress b t y the only means of transportation that pould hope to distance the swiftly advancing flames was out of the question. The men had been fighting the fire for hours and the women and chiidren \yere_in : a panicstricken condition. Probably two hundred of them left town on foot or in vehicles, plunging into the woods to the north' acrossthe Grindstone river, which skirts' the town on the north. They were literally fleeing before the pursuing demon of fire. Over the hill that rises beyond the Grindstone is a swamp, and to this most of the people with teams headed, hut it proved no protection. The fire gave them no. opportunity to go further. Some abandoned their teams and ran into the lower portions of the morass, but the. fire sought them out. Not one was left to tell the tale, and there, Saturday mornbig, in a space of little more than four or five acres, were counted over one hundred thirty corpses. The situation at Sandstone is even more appalling than at Hinckley, except m point of numbers. Of the 200 people in the town one-fonrth are dead, A survivor .who reached St. Paul, reports seeing forty corpses, charred and burned beyond recogfiition in one spot. ■ ' The story from all the other towns is. substantially the same. Destruction, ruin and death oneyery hand. The most heartrending and pathetic scenes are reported —details of woe and sorrow, families forever separated, orphans and widows, bereavements'appalling,, iiinumcrable,crushing. No such calamity has ever before visited the region of the great Northwest.

The Fresh Young Man.

Argonaut. A very “fresh” younc man lately made the acquaintance of a young lady from Boston, to whom he proceeded to pour out a long story of some adventure in which he had played the hero. .His listener was much surprised. “Did you really do that?” she asked. “I done it,” answered the proud young man, and he began forthwith upon another long narrative, more startling even than the first. The Boston woman again expressed her polite surprise. “Yes,” said the fellow, with an inflation of the chest, “that’s what I done.” A third story followed, with another “I done it,” and then the Boston girl remarked: “Do vcmknow you remind me so strongly of Banquo’s ghost?” “You mean the ghost in Shakespeare’s play?” “Yes.” “And why?” “Why, don’t you remember that Macbeth said to him, ‘Thou eanst not say I did it?’ ” The young man could not imagine why everybody laughed.

What Caused Hard Times.

Judge Hubbard of lowa says it is the existence of private corporations. George Gould says it is the hostility to corporations. The farmer says it is the low price of wheat. The silver man says it is action of Wall street. Wall street says it is the action of the silver men. The manufacturer says it is the fear of free trade. The consumer says it is the tariff. The debtor says it is creditor. The creditor says it is the debtor. The Democrats say it is the Republicans. The Republicans say it is the Democrats. The Populists say it is both. The Prohibitionists say it is whisky. —- The preachers say it is the devil. Now, what is your idea?

Held a Hoyal Flush.

Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. “What was the idea of placing a tax on playing cards?? asked Van Braam. “Uncle Sam wanted to take a hand in the game,” explained Stengiss.

New Use for Codfish.

Judire. Woman—How are codfish selling, young feller? Grocer’s Clerk —We’ve had a big demand today. “What’s the cause?” “Well, we’re going out of the codfish business, and I guess the customers is buying it for souvenirs.”

Better Than Detectives.

Pearsons. A. —Why, man, all your shop girls are sauintyed! Can't vou„_matwtgeto obtain apreltiersetr B. I have got these as a protection against shoplifters. The scamps will never know where the £irls are looking. “What made you tell your mother you had tooth ache? Now she ll give you medicine.” Johnnie —Yes, but she’ll pay me fur takin’ it, an’ then wc can go an’ get ice cream. “How is it that thllt plain Miss Striker is so popular with the gentlemen? “Because she will sit through a game of baseball without ever asking a questiott^Y-—-Relative —I notice that you have a*t last got acquainted with your next-door neighbor who has lived along side of you for the past ten years. Mrs. D’Avnoo--Yes, we were introduced to each other at the Pyramids of Egypt, and I find her a delightful companion. Wc became very intimate. “Jangle is a man of good arldr n ss, isn’t he?” “Well, how*. could it be worse. It's No. 1313th street.”

THE GREAT BEYOND.

“Where th. 9 Wicked Cease From Troubling and the WearAre at Rest.” An Eloqnwit Dlicourie un the Vanities of Earth—Dr. Talmage's Serin <> for the Press 'ifie Rev. Dr. who is now in Australia on his globe girdling tour, selected as the subject of his sermon for last Sunday, through the press, .the words, “Everlasting Life,” the text being from Mieah it 10, “Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest.” This was the drumbeat of a prophet who wanted to arouse his people from their oppressed and sinful condition, but it may just as properly be uttered now as then. Bells, by long exposure and much ringing, lose-their clearness of this rousing bell of the gospel strikes in as clear a tone as when‘if first rang on the air. As far as I can see, your great want and mine is rest. From the time we enter life a great manv annoyances and vexations take "after us. We may have our holidays and our seasons of recreation and quiet, but where is the man come to midlife who has found entire rest? The fact is God did not make this world to rest in. A ship might as well go down off Cane Hatteras to find smooth water as a man in this world to find quiet, —--‘-a.-'F ...U,

You and I have seen men who tried to rest here. They builded themselves great stores. They gathered around them the patronage of merchant princes. The voice of their bid shook the money markets. They had stock in the most successful railroads, and iti “safety deposits” great rolls of government securities. They had emblazoned carriages, high mettled steeds, footmen, pfate that confounded lords and Senators who sat at their table, tapestrv on which floated the richest designs of foreign looms, splendor of canvas on the walls, exquisiteness of music rising among pedestals of bronze and and dropping, soft as light, on snow of sculpture. Here let them rest. Put back the embroidered curtain, and shake up the pillow of down. Turn out the lights. It is 11 o’clock at night. Let slumber drop upon the eyelids, and the air float through the half-opened lattice drowsv with midsummer perfume. Stand" back, all care, anxiety and trouble! But no, they will not stand back. They rattle the lattice. They look under the canopy. With rough touch they startle his pulses. Then cry out at 12 o’clock at night: “Awake, man! How can you sleep when things are so uncertain? What about those stocks? Hark to the tap of that fire bell, it is your district. How if you Should die soon? Awake, man! Think of it! Who will get your property when you are gone? What will they do with it? Wake Up! Riches sometimes take wings. How if you should get poor? Wake up!” Rising on one elbow, the man of fortune looks out into the darkness of the room and wipes the dampness from his forehead and saysT~“Alas! —Forall this scene of wealth and magnificence—no rest!”

You and I have seen men try in another direction. A man says, - “If I could only rise to such and such a place of renown; if I could only get the stand and have my sentiments met with one good round of handclapping applause; if I could only write a book that would live, or make a speech that would thrill, or do an action that would resound!” The tide turns in his favor. His name is on ten thousand lips. He is bowed to and sought after and advanced. Men drink his health at great dinners. At his firey words the multitudes huzza. From galleries of beauty they throw garlands. From housetops, as he passes in long procession, they shake out the na tional standards. Here let him rest. It is 11 o clock at night. On pillow stuffed with a nation s praise let him lie down. Hush, all disturbant voices! In his dream let there be hoisted a throne, and across it march a coronation. Hush, hush! “Wake up!” says a rough voice. “Political sentiment is changing. How if you should lose this place of honor? Wake up! The morning papers are to be full of denunciation. Hearken to the execrations of those who once caressed you. By tomorrow night there will be a multitude sneering at the words which last night vou'ex-pec-tad---would—be-u«iversttH-y-ad-

mired. How can you sleep when everything depends upon the next turn of the great tragedy? Up, man! Off cf this pillow!” The very world that now applauds will soon hiss. That world said of the great Webster, “What a statesman! What wonderful exposition of the constitution! A mqn fit for any position!” That same world said, after awhile, “Down with him! He is an office-seeker! He is a sot! He i% a libertine! Away with him!’’ Aifid there is no peace for the man until he lays down his broken heart in the grave at Marshfield. Jeffrey thought that if fcould only be judge that would be \he making of him; got to be judge Hnd cursed the day in which he was born. Alexander wanted to submerge the world with his greatness; submerged it, and then drank himself to death because he could not stand the trouble. Napoleon wanted to make all Europe tremble at his Dower; made it tremble; then djed, his entire military achievements dwindling down to a pair of military boots which he insisted on having on hir feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a pict jre of Napoleon in his triumphs. I went into Mother room and saw q

bust ©LNapoieqa-as-he appeared at St. Helera; but, oh, what grief and anguish in the face of the latter. | The first was Napoleon in triumph; the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. Now, for what have I said all this? Just to prepare you for the text, “Arise ye and depart, for this is not your rest,” lam going to make you a grand offer. Some of you remember that when gold was discovered in California large companies were made up and started off to get their fortunes. Today I want to make up a p irty f r the la- d of hold aqny hand a deed from the proprietor of the estates, in which be offers to all who will join the company 10,OQO shares of infinite value in a city whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have read of the crusadershow that many thousands of them went off to conquer the holy sepulcher. I ask you to join a grander crusade, not for the purpose'of conquering -4he-rsepulcher of a dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of a living Jesus. Many of you have lately joitffed this company, and my desire is that you all may join it. Why not? You know hi your own heart’s experience that what I have said about this worldds true,that it is no place to rest in. Ther&ar&jmndredsherewearv —oh, how weary, oh, how weary!— weary with sin; weary with trouble; weary with bereavement! Some of you have been pierced through and through. You carry the scars of a thousand conflicts in which you have bled at every pore, and you sigh, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove, that I might fiv away and be at rest!” Tln»nk God, I can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest in heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your ljjinds calloused, your backs bent, your eves half put out, your fingers worn with the needle that in thi3 world you may never lay: down; ye discouraged ones, who have been, waging a hand to hand fight for’ bread; ye to whom the night brings little rest, and the morning more drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand, and of the weary side, and thewpary foot, hear me talk about rest.

Look at that company of enthroned ones. Look at their hands. Look at their feet. Look at their eyes. It cannot be that those bright ones ever toiled? Yes, yes! These packed the Chinese tea boxes, and through missionary instruction escaped into glory. These sweltered on southern plantations, and one night after the cotton picking went up as white as if they had never been black. Those died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet factories, and these in Manchester mills; those ' helped to build the pyramids, and these broke away from the work on the day Christ was hounded out of Jerusalem. No more towers to build. Heaven is done. No more garments to weave. The robes are finished. No more harvests to raise. The gardens are full. Oh, sons and daughters of toil, arise ye and depart, for that is your rest! Oh, ye whose locks are wet with the dews of the night of griefy ye—whose hearts are heavy, because those well known footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder is your rest! There is David triumphant, but once he bemoaned Absalom. There is Abraham enthroned, but once he wept for Sarah. There is Paul exultant, but once he sat with his feet in the stocks. There is Payson radiant with immortal health, but on earth he was always sick. No toil, no tears, no partings, no strife, no agonizing cough tonight. No storm to ruffle the crystal sea. No alarm to strike from the cathedral towers. No dirge throbbing from seraphic harps. No tremor in the everlasting song, but rest, perfect rest, unending rest. Into that rest how masy of our loved ones have gone! The little ones have been gathered up into the bosom of Christ. One of them went out of the arms of a widowed moth- • er, following its father, who died but a few weeks before. In its last moment it seemed to see its departed father, for it said, looking upward with brightened countenance, “Oh, papa, take me up!” Others put down the work of midlife, feeling they could hardly be ' spared from the office or store, or ' shop for a day, but are to be spared from it forever. Your mother went. Having lived a life of Christian consistency here, ever busy wilh kindness for her children, her heart full

of that meek and quiet spirit thatls in the sight of God of great price, suddenly her countenance was transfigured, and the gate was opened, ( and she took her place amid that ' great cloud of witnesses that hover about the throne. Glorious consolation. They are not dead. You'can not make me believe they are dead. They have only moved on. With more love than that which they greeted us on earth they watch us from their* high pLace, ana their voices “cheer us in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits ' blessed, now that ye have passed the flood of light and won the crown! With weary feet we pass up the shining way, until in everlasting reunion we shall meet again. Oh, won’t it be grand when, our conflicts done and our parting over, we shall clasp hands and cry out, “This is heaven?” ~ Wild clematis is now in its earliest** bloom, and its yards of star-spfin-kled vine top scores of suburban hedgerows. Plucked in long streamers who i the sun is not on it the blooming vine makes an exquisitely delicate decoration for the dining table. T_ie manv-peta I*d blossoms tit well with flue linen und cut glass.