Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 January 1895 — Wail of Those Who Believe Nothing. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Wail of Those Who Believe Nothing.

The Reapportionment—Senatorial Districts as proposed in Senator Wishard's bill. > .-

The Reapportionment—Representative Districts as proposed in Senator Wishard’s bill. .

Agnostic Journal, London. There always have been those, and ; now they are more numerous than I ever, who maintain that the dead do j return. Far be it from me to dogmatically negative the assertions of honest and earnest men engaged in the study of a subject so awful, so reverent, so solemn, where the student stands with a foot on each side of the boundary line between two worlds. We kiliow a little of the hither, can we know aught of the thither world? “How pure in heart, how sound in head, with what affections bold,” should be the explorer on a voyage so sublime! Never from “peak of Darien” did the flag of exploration fly over the opening up of; a realm So mighty. How stale and' trite the fleet of Magellan to the ad- ■ venturous soul who would circum- ‘ navigate the - archipelagoes of the dead;! How commonplace Pizzaro to him who would launch forth on that I black and trackless Pacific across’ the expartse-of which has ever lain the dread and the hope of our race!, They know little who are robed in university gowns. What know they who are robed in shrouds'. We gather but little from the platform; what can we learn from the grave? The wisdom of the press* is foolishness;. is there no voice from the sepulcher? It is we, not you; who are in darkness, Oye dead. The splendor of the iris of eternity has flashed on your plane of vision; but our heavy eyelids droop in the shadow of the nimbus of time. Can you tell us naught? Can we never know your secret till, in the dust, we lay down our bones with yours? We are here in the care, the poverty, the sin, and, above all, in the darkness. Oh, if ye can, have mercy on us; shed a ray from your shekinah-light athwart the wilderness of bur desolation. We are trodden down by our brothers among the living. .Help us, our fathers, from thedeajd!