Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 November 1894 — Page 6

THE REPUBLICAN. . Ga&u E. Marshall, Editor. RENSSELAER - INDIANA

"Therefore pride compasseth them fcboutas a chain; violence covereth them as a garment” The clam is not an especial object »f emulation, yet he has strong points. Although his mouth is cavernous in extent he never indulges » gossip, and may be depended upon to keep a secret. Gov.-elect Morton, of New York, las filed his expense account with the Secretary of State at Albany ind sworn to the same according to the law of that State. He claims to »ave expended a total of $19,790 in »is own behalf. Political honors evidently come rather high in the Empire State. There was a great crop of wheat raised in the Northwest in 1894, but hundreds of acres —possibly thoutands—were not harvested because >f the low price. Owners claimed that although their fields would yield twenty bushels to the acre they could lot sell the crop for enough cash to pay for 'harvesting and threshing. There wfere many cases of this character reported from Spokane county, Washington.

A ball-bearing locomotive is now being built in the shops at Pa. The drive-wheels will be extra arge, and the builders expect the Machine to exhibit phenomenal speed —not less than 100 miles per hour. With the object lesson of the safety bicycle before their eyes for years, 4 is remarkable that machinists lave been so long in making this ipplication to heavy machinery. That locomotive certainly ought to >e a ‘‘go.” There is a man in Manchester, England, whose eyes magnify all objects to fifty times their real value. Sold sovereigns appear to him as arge as wagon wheels, and recently ae supposed that he had more gold ihan he could spend in a life time, when he came into possession of twenty of these valuable coins. Such •yes might prove very useful sometimes in magnifying some of the in--snitessimally small men who, unfortunately, are too numerous in this country. There is said to be a Napoleonic revival in France, but it can hardly compare with the revival of Napoleonic literary matter in the American piress. The vast amount of antient history being injected in to Metropolitan journals by typesetting machines at this time may be useful in the way of giving printers something to do, but its value as a jouraalistic feature will be appreciated by very few readers comparatively. There is always the possibility of “getting too much of a good thing,” is the man said who tried to eat thirty quails in thirty consecutive lays. Reports from the gas belt are not reassuring. The Jay county field is oeing rapidly drained by the Ohio Pipe Line which supplies Dayton, Lima and Springfield. The sinking )f numerous oil wells is also believed to have contributed materially towards reducing the pressure in ?as wells, which, in many cases, has fallen from 325 to 150 pounds. The Inexcusable waste —which in far too many cases amounts to criminal recklessness —continues at the leading centers where the precious fuel is produced. Counterfeiters continue to contrive ingenious representations of our currency. The latest discovery by the U. S. Secret Service is a photographic $lO note, check letter B, act July 14, 1890, series 1891; J. Fount Tillman, Register of the Treasury; D. N. Morgan, Treasurer of the United States; portrait of Gen. Sheridan. The seal and numbers have been colored maroon, instead of a carmine red as in the genuine The portrait of Sheridan is very dark and itn perfect. All of the soloring has been unskillfully done with a brush and the paper is scratched with red ink to imitate the silk threads in the genuine.' The note will deceive only the most inexperienced.

A bad cold is generally considered quite a misfortune, and 'is always a source of annoyance and as a rule the cause of expense rather than profit to the person suffering from true affliction. Doctors and druggists manage to extract coniWraable revenue from the great public because of colds, and the patients generally are willing to part with a portion of their wealth for the sake of immediate relief. Proha-

bly the only person in the world who ever realized an almost immediate financial benefit from a severe cold is a Mr. Masterman. of New London, O. He was in charge of an exhibit at the World’s Fair and exposure resulted in a cold. His physician advised that helet his beard grow to protect his throat. He did so and very shortly began to attract the attention of artists and photographers on account of his remarkable resemblance to the accepted ideal of Christ’s personality. Mr. Masterman has found employment as a model for "Christ Head” photographs and paintings. He also poses as a classical model for Cataline and other ancient Roman characters —all on account of a bad cold.

Civilization has not entirely succeeded in eliminating the savage instinct from the Caucasian race. This is constantly evinced by the atrocious lynchings in different parts of the country and the almost innumerable cases of "hazing” at the different colleges and institutions of learning. These ebullitions occur among otherwise orderly and lawabiding people, and are in no way connected with what are generally termed the "criminal classes.” The latest exhibition of this survival of savagery occurred at the Massachusets Institute of Technology, at Boston —right at the fountain head of culture, so to speak. A student was "initiated,” and part of the ceremony was supposed to consist in compelling him to stand all right on the bank of the Charles River, blindfolded, clad only in a full dress suit. The unfortunate young man finally fell down from exhaustion,and at last accounts was under the doctor’s care. His parents will prosecute the perpetrators, but that very proper action will in no way repair the injury sustained by the victim.

A reversible double-back action bank note is said to be afloat on the commercial sea. Its mate turned up at the Treasury Department the other day. It was a S2O note or a $lO note, according to which side was up. Investigation led to the discovery that when the bill was printed the "plate” contained three of one denomination and one of another. By accident a sheet dropped on the floor after one side had been printed and was by oversight replaced upside down. This sheet was printed on the other side with a S2O on the reverse of a $lO, thereby bringing another $lO on the reverse of a S2O. Hence it was known that there were two "10-20’s” in the lot. The bill was returned to the Treasury for redemption by a Jersey City cashier. There is no reasonable explanation why these two bills were passed through by all the numerous "counters,” who are experts, without discovery. Yet such is the case, as they could not have gone into circulation in any other way.

PEOPLE.

Lord Breadalbene can ride 10C miles in a straight line on his estate in Scotland. The remains of the murdered Mr. and Mrs. Borden, in Fall River, are now covered by a $2,250 monument, erected by the heirs. A hale pld couole of Litchfield, Mich., Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Turrell, celebrated their ruby wedding, Xhe sixty-fifth anniversary of their marriage, a few days ago More than two hundred French cities have resolved to erect statues of honor to the late President Car not, and it is expected that soon almost every French town will have a Carnot street or square. Sardou’s father has just died al Cannes at the age of ninetv-three. He began life as a commercial traveler, but he took up school teaching and wrote some educational text books. He did his best to keep his son from writing, as he wished him to become a doctor. It is not generally known that Mr. William Froude —an elder brother of the historian, who was born in 181<! and died in 1879, was one of ths greatest masters of applied mathematics of modern times. He took s first prize in mathematics in 1832. his tutor being Cardinal Newm..n, He devoted his attention largely tc investigations on wave resistances, and most of his conclusions have been adopted at the British Admiralty. —New York Post.

Election Frauds In Texas.

Texas Sittings. ! Late in the afternoon of election day in Austin, Texas, a prominent candidate asked one of his strikers if he had voted an insane old negro, who lived in Wheatyille in the sub‘urbs of Austin. “Yes,’* replied the striker, "I have voted him in two wards and was going to vote him again when the opposition got him away and have been voting him every since. “It’s an outrage” howled the candidate. It’s against tne law to vote a crazy negro.” “I know it, but I can’t get him away from them now. However, they’ll not make anything by in, for I'll kill his vote with an imported Mexican I’ve got staked out in the chaparral," replied the striker, whc is going to be a deputy if his candidate is elected.

MODERN MARTYRS.

Strength of Christian Heroes .in Times of Great Trial. Lessons Drawn From the Famous Beige of r ~~ Luckiaow—lir. Taiiiaiaire'B Sermon tor v the Press. The Rev. Dr. Talmage, last Sunday, began his series of round the world sermons through the press, the first subject selected being Lucknow, India. The text chosen was Deuteronomy xx, 19. "When thou shalt besiege a city- a long time in making war against it to take it, thou shalt not destroy the trees thereof by forcing an ax against them.” Theawfulest thing in war is besiegement, for to the work of deadly weapons it adds hunger and starvation and plague. Besiegement is sometimes necessary, but my text commands mercy even in that. The fruit trees must be spared because they afford food for man. "Thou shalt not destroy the trees thereof by forcing an ax against them.” But in my recent journey round the world I found at Lucknow, India, the remains of the most merciless besiegementof the ages, and I proceed to tell you that story for four great reasons —to show you what a horrid thing war is and to make you all advocates for peace, to show you what genuine Christian character is under bombardment, to put a coronation on Christian courage and to show you how splendidly good people die. It was my great desire to have some one who had witnessed the scene transacted in Lucknow in 1857 conduct us over the place. We found just the man. He was a young soldier at the time the greatest mutiny of the ages broke out, and he was put with others inside the residency, which was a clusters of buildings making a fortress in which the representatives of the English government lived, and was to be the scene of an endurance and a bombardment the story of which poetry and painting and history and secular and sacred eloquence have been trying to depict. Our escort not only had a good memory of what had happened, but had talent enough to rehearse the tragedy. In the early part of 1857 all over India the natives were ready to break out in rebellion against all foreigners and especially against the civil and military lepresentatives of the English government. A half-dozen causes are mentioned for the feeling of discontent and insurrection that was evidenced • throughout India. The most of these causes were mere pretexts. Greaked cartridges were no doubt an exasperation. The grease ordered by the English government to be used on these cartridges was taken from cows and pigs, and grease to the Hindoos is unclean, and to bite these cartridges at the loading of the guns would be an offense to their religion. leaders of the Hindoos, said that these greased cartridges were only part of an attempt by the English government to make the natives give up their religion. Thus unbounded indignation was aroused. Another cause of the mutiny was that another large province of India had been annexed to the British empire and thousands of officials in the employ of the king of that province were thrown out of position, and they were all ready for trouble making. Another cause was said to be the bad government exercised by some English officials in India. The simple fact was that the natives of India were a conquered race and the English were the conquerors. It was evident in Lucknow that the natives were about to rise and put to death all the Europeans they could lay their hands on, and into the residency the Christian population of Lucknow hastened for defense from the tigers in human form which were growling for their victims. The occupants of the residency, or the fort, were —military and non-combatants, men, women and children —in number about 1,692.

“Here to the left,” said our escort, “are the remains of a building the first floor of which in other days had been used as a banqueting hall, but then was used as a hospital. At this part the amputations took place, and ail such patients died. Amputations were performed without chloroform. All the anaesthetics were exhausted. A fracture that in other climates and under , other circumstances would have come to easy convalescence here proved fatal. “Yonder itohs Dr. Fayrer’s house, who was the surgeon of the place and is now Queen Victoria’s doctor. This upper room was the officers’ room, and there Sir Henry Lawrence, our dear commander, was wo unded. While he sat there a shell struck the room, and some one suggested that he had better leave the room, but he smiled and said, ‘Lightning never strikes twice in thejjame place.’ Hard’y had he said this wjien another shell tore off his thigh, and he was carried dying into Dr. Eayrer's house on the other side of the road. Sir Henry Lawrence had been in poor health for a long time before the mutiny. He had been in the Indian service for years, and he had started for England to recover his health, but getting as far as Bombay the English government ••equested him to remain at least awhile, for he could not be spared in such dangerous times. He came here to Lucknow and foreseeing the siege of this residency bad filled many of the rooms with grain, with-

out which the reaideaey-would have, been obliged to surrender. There were also taken by him into this residency rice and sugar and charcoal and fodder for the oxen and hay for the horses. But now, at the time when all the people were looking to him for wisdom and courage, Sir Henry is dying.” "Show me,” I said, "the rooms where the women and children stayed'during those awful months." Then we crossed over and went down into the cellar of the residency. With a shudder of horror indescribable I entered the cellars where 622 women and children had been crowded until the whole floor was full. I know the exact number, for I counted their names on the roil. As one of the ladies wrote in her diary, speaking of these women, she said. "They lay upon the floor fitting into each other like bits in a puzzle.” Wives had obtained from their husbands the promise that the husbands would shoot them rather than let them fall into the hands of these desperadoes. The women within the residency were kept on the smallest allowance that would maintain life. No opportunity of privacy. The death angel and the birth angel touched wings as they passed. Flies, mosquitoes, vermin in full possession of the place, and these women in momentary expectation that the enraged savages would rush upon them in a violence of which club and sword and torch and throat cutting would be the milder forms. : Our escort told us that again and again news had come that Havelock, and Outram were on the way to fetch these besieged ones out of their wretchedness. They had received a letter from Havelock rolled up in a quill and carried in the mouth of a disguised messenger -a letter telling them he was on the way—but the next news was that Havelock had been compelled to retreat. It was constant vacillation between hope and despair. But one day they ' heard the guns of relief sounding nearer and nearer. Yet all the houses of Lucknow were fortresses filled with armed misc reants, and every step of Havelock and his army was contested —firing from housetops, firing from windows, firing from doorways.

Tasked our friend if he thought that the world famous story of a Scotch lass in her delirium hearing the Scotch bagpipes advancing with the Scotch regiment was a true story. He said he did not know but that it was true. Without this man telling me I knew from my ownXservatibn that delirium sometimes quickens Some of the faculties, and I rather think the Scotch lass in her delirium was the first to bear the bagpipes. I decline to believe that class of people who would like to kill all the poetry of the world and banish all the fine sentiment. "Were you present when Havelock came in?” I asked, for I could suppress the question no longer. His answer came: ~ "I was not at the moment present, but with some other young fellows I saw soldiers dancing while two Highland pipers played, and T said, ‘What is all this excitement about?’ Then we came up and saw that Havelock was in, and Outram was in, and the regimepts were pouring in.” "Show us where they came in,” I exclaimed, for I knew that they did not enter through the gate ofc the residency, that being banked up inside to keep the murderers out.

‘‘Here it is.” he answered. “Here it is—the embrasure through which they came.” ■ As we stood there, although the scene was thirty-seven years ago, I saw them come in—Havelock pale and sick but triumphant, and Outram. whom all the equestrian statues in Calcutta and Europe cannot too grandly represent. “ What then happened?” I said to my escort. “Oh!” he said, “that is impossible to tell. The earth was removed from the gate, and some of us laughed, and some cried, and some prayed, and some danced. Highlanders so dust-covered and enough blood and wounds on their faces to make them unrecognizable, snatched the babes out of their mothers’ arms and kissed them and passed the babies along for other soldiers to kiss, and the wounded men crawled out of the hospital to join in the cheering, and it was wild jubilee until the first excitement passed." t “But were you not embarrassed by the arrival of Havelock and 1,400 men who brought no food with them?” He answered: “Of course we were put on smaller rations immediately in order that they might share with us. but we knew that the coming of this re-in-forcement would help us to hold the place until further relief should come. Had not this first relief arrived as it did, in a day or two at most, and perhaps in an hour, the besiegers would have broken in, and our.end would have come.” On the following day I visited the grave of Havelock. The scenes of hardship and self-sacrifice through which he had passed were too much for mortal endurance, and in a few days after Havelock left the residency which he had relieved he lay in a tent dying, while his son, whom I saw in London on mv way there, was reading to the old hero the consolatory scriptures. The telegraph , wires had told all nations that Have- | lock was sick unto death. He had received the message of congratula- | tion from Queen Victoria over his triumphs and had been knighted, and such a reception as, England never gave to any man since Wellington came back from Waterloo awaited his return. He declared in I his last hours: v 1

"I die happy and contented. I have for forty years bo ruled my life that when death came I might face it without fear. To die is gain.” Sir Henry Havelock, the son in whose arms the father died, when I came through London invited three of the heroes of Lucknow to mcetme at his table and told me concerning his father some most inspiring and Christian things. He said: "My father knew not what fear was. He would say to me in the morning as he came out of his tent. ‘Harrv. have you read the book?’ " ‘Yes.’ " ‘Have you said your prayers?’ " ‘Yes.’ " ‘Have you had your breakfast?’ " ‘Yes.’ " ‘Come, then, and let us mount to go out to be shot at and die like gentlemen.’ ” But I said while standing a?t Havelock’s grave, why does not England take his dust to herself arid in Westminster Abbey make him a pillow? In all her history of wars there is no name so magnetic, yet she has expressed nothing on this man’s tomb. His widow reared the tombstone. Do you say, "Let him sleep in the region where he did his grandest deeds?” The same reason would have buried Wellington in Belgium, and Von Moltkeat Versailles, and Grant at Vicksburg, and Stonewall Jackson far away from his beloved Lexington, Va. Take him home, O England! The rescuer of the men, women and children at Lucknow! His ear now dulled could not hear the roll of the organ when it sounds through the venerable abbey the national anthem, but it would hear the same _trumpet that brings up from among those sacred walls the form of Outram, his fellow hero in the overthrow of the Indian mutiny. Let parliament make appropriation from the national treasury and some great warship under some favorite admiral sail across Mediterranean and Arabian seas and wait at Bombay harbor for the coming of the conqueror of conquerors, and then, saluted by the shipping of all Tree nations, let him pass on and pass up and come under the arches of the abbey and along the aisles where have been carried the mightiest dead of many centuries. Some audiences and some readers are so slow of thought and so stupid that they need an application made of every subject. But the people who get this sermon have made the application for themselves already. I challenge you to say whether or not I have kept my promise when in the opening of this discourse I said I would show you four things—what an awful affair war is, what genuine Christian character is under bombardment, what is the coronation of Christian courage and how splendidly good people die. And here endeth my first sermon of the round the world series.

Pert Points.

Atchison Globe. A man outlives every other emotion before that of vanity. Love is a picnic. Do not expect it to gather up the napkins and dishes. According to the obituary notices the bad and useless citizens never die. A man is a good deal like a boy. When he gets a whistle he plays with it too much. If the women want to reform dresses to please the men they will reform the price ot them. Don’t rush into a quarrel believing that it can be made quarrel is never made up. A kicker may be successful in a petty way, but the real big successes are not helped by kicking. A man should have no secrets from his wife except surprises he is getting up for her birthday. It is a pity thac people cannot die temporarily and see how they like it before doing it for good. There are people in every town who are never heard of until the newspapers make a grammatical error. It is a good plan while waiting for your ship to come in to kill time by going to work to earn something.

Her Bird Appetite.

Buffalo Express. They came into the restaurant after the theater. "What will you eat.” asked he. "It doesn’t matter,” returned she. "I never have any appetite. I don’t eat more than enough to keep a bird alive.” Nevertheless, the check was $7.85. "She was right,” he said to himself, as he borrowed car fare from the waiter. "She really doesn’t eat more than a bird.” But the bird she. had in mind was an ostrich.

A Darning Hint.

Mothers who are confronted weekly with tremendous holes in almost new stockings-—and it is re markable what two days’ wear by an active child can accomplish in this respect-will do wrll to follow the lead of one home darner who has worked out her own salvation in the matter very cleverly. She take a piece of strong net, bastes it over the hole and then darns over it. thus accomplishing a neater and stronger darn than in the old way and in a shorter time. The same method is successful in mending woven underwear.

Refined Cruelty.

Toxas Siftings. She —It is very nice to go to the theater, but you never take me with you when you go. He—Well, I’ll take you with me to-night. There is a play on the boards you ought to see. She —What is it? He —The Taming of the Shrew.

THE GORGE OF THE LUALABA.

An Interesting Stretch of River, Unlike Anxlhing Seen Elsewhere in Africa. New York Sun. The western head sources of the Congo river were visited for the first time by white men last year, and the story they have told of the great gorge they saw and of the stream that plunges through it, almost as swift as an arrow for many a mile, was entirely out of the common in Congo explorations. The explorers were Lieutenant Francqui and Dr. Cornet, in the service of the Congo Free State. They traced the Lualaba river from its fountain bead, and made a discovery that, as far as is known, is duplicated nowhere in Africa.

ENTRANCE TO THE GORGE OF THE LUALABA.

Imagine a narrow stream flowing placidly between its rather low banks. It has gradually been gathering volumes from little contributions that a dozen or fifteen tributaries have supplied. The channel is quite deep, though not wide. Nearer and nearer the water approaches a mountain pass to the north, which at a distance appears , to have no passage through. Suddenly the 1 water rushes into a rift in these hills and for many a mile it tumbles along, zigzagging between two gigantic, perpendicular walls of solid rock. Sometimes it falls headlong as a cataract, and then again it is merely a rapid, with a speed five times as great as that with which it enters the hills. This great® gorge has a tortuous course bending first to the east and then to the west. It is nowhere, over 120 to 150 feet wide, and it rises 1,000 to 1,200 feet above the level of the stream. The walls rise nearly perpendicular in every part, and are formed of bare crystalline rock. Here and there in some crevice a little soil has formed, just enough for a tuft of grass or a puny tree to take root. At the level of the stream one can see only a little ribbon of the sky above, for at that great height the ton of the walls seem almost to touch one another, and the trees at the top overhang the edge and shut out nearly every glimpse of daylight. At the bottom of the narrow gorge the little river glides swiftly, sometimes almost with an unbroken surface, and then again lashed into foam by thousands of rocks, whose tops rise above the surface; and then again the water pours tumultuously over the edge of a declivity, and then plunges on in a series of rapids. In a distance of forty-three miles the river drops 1.500 feet, and then it emerges upon the plain, and, forget: ing its mad career, it flows placidly along to join the Luapula River, and at the junction of the two rivers the true Congo begins. No other tributary of the Congo or even the great river itself, where it tumbles along in rapids for 235 miles, between Leopoldville and Matadi, presents a so savage and so violent.

KITTIE ADAMS,

A noted Chicago pickpocket, recently pardoned by Governor Altgeld while serving a term at Joliet. The Adams woman has been arrested eight times since her release. As a pickpocket she is an expert, and her feats in this direction prove her to be possessed of uncommon sleight-of-hand abilities.

Dangerous Food.

Parisian doctors are warning the people that they are running great risk in eating horse flesh, a sort of food that is said to be rapidly increasing in popularity there. Paris first became acquainted with the flavor of horse flesh during the seige of that city by the Germans. Many acquired a taste for it, and its cheapness compared with beef, costing less than half as much, commends it especially to the poor. Its use has also spread to Berlin and many other continental cities. The doctors have now discjvered that the horse is especially liable to trichinosis, a most dangerous disease, which has hitherto been supposed to effect only bogs.