Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 June 1896 — Page 7

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

HE DELIVERS AN ELOQUENT memorial day discourse. r ■ ./ ;' • . '- •: .<?* , Lessons from the Four Years' War of the Bebeltion-—The Spirit of Treaty I and the'Spirit of War—Self-Defense • „ ... and Its Duties. 1 ~i i. i Mounds of the Dead. What could he more appropriate or stirring than tins discourse by the Rev. Dr. Talmage at the time of- year when the friend, of those who wore the blue aild the gray Iptve dceoraled the mounds of the fallen? The text wlis Solomon’s song, It.-, 4, ftXlm-towi-r-of LT:ivid-4m4liie<i foran armory;i whereon thete. hang a thousand buckiers, a 11-shiekls of mighty men.” The church is here compared to an a.rmory, . the walls ItiiHg will: trophies of dead hordes. Wail: ill about this tower of Pavid, and see tfae dented shields, and the twisted sw’ordsl and tne rusted helmets of terrible biftlle. So at this season, a month eliriier at th - Simth/a mouth later at the North, the American churches are turueil into is' adorned, with memories of departed braves. Blossom and bloom, O walls, with stories of selfsacrifice and patriotism and prowess! By unanimous decree of the people of the United, States of America the graves of ail the Northern and Southern dead are' every year decorated. Ail acerbity nnd bitterness have gone out of the national solemnity, and as the men and women of the South one month ago floralIzed the cemeteries graveyard's!, sb yesterday wo, the men and womien of the North, put upon the tombs of our dead the kiss of patriotic affection. Bravery always appreciates bravery, though it fight on the other side, nnd if a soldier of the Federal army had been a month ago at Savannah he wonli) not have been ashamed to march in the, floral precessions to the cemetery. And : f"festterday ft soldier....was at Arlington he was glad to put a sprig of heartsease on the silent heart'of our/lead. Brave Generosity. ‘ In a battle during our last war the Confederates were drivingbai-dvthe -Federals, who wers in swift retreat, when a Federal officer dropped wounded. One of his men stopjied at the risk of his life and put his arms around the officer to carry him from the field. Fifty Confederate muskets were aimed at the young man who was picking up the officer. But thd Confederate captain shouted: “Hold! Don’t fire. That fellow is too brave to be shot,” And as the F -ffi-ral vflieor. held up by his private soldier, went limping slosyly off the field she (lonfederates gave three cheers for the brave private, and just before the -Dvo_di>mp.p4'wta;lJjeJwuLai.- l>a_m-both wonlided officer and the brave private lifted their caps in gratitude to the Cote federate captain. Shall the gospel be less generous thhn the worid? We stack arms, the, bayonet of our. Norf hern gun facing this way, the bayonet of the Southern gun facing the other way, and as the gray of the morning melts into the blue of noon so the typical gray anil bine of old war times have blended at last, and they quote in the language of King James’ translation without any revision, “GJqry to God in the highest, and on earth peace,., good will to wmen.” Now, what do we mean by this great observance?. First, we mean instruction to one $-hole generation. Subtract 1865, when the war ended, from pin* 181)6, 1 and you will 'realise what a \;>st number of people were bore since the war or were so young as to have no vivid appreciation. No one under -11 of age has any adequate memory of that prolonged horror. Do yon remeihlier it? "Well,” you say, “1 only remember that mother swooned away while she was reading the newspaper, anil that they brought my father home wrapped in the flag, and that a good many people came in the house to pray, ami mother faded away after that until again there were many people in the house, and they told me she was dead.” There are olhers who cannot remember the roil of a drum or file tramp of a regiment or a sigh or a tear of that tornado of yoejh.it swept the nation again «n<l agiWti' until there was one dead in -<*fi"cn nouse. Now it is the religious duty of those who du remember it to tell those who do not. My young friends, there _ were.such partings at jail car windows and steamboat wharfs, at front doors of comfortable, homes as I pray God you may never witness. Oh. what a time it was, when fathers and mothers gave up their sons, never expecting to see them .again and never did see them again until they came back mutilated and crushed and dead. ~ A Glance at the Past. Four years of blood. Four years of hostile experiences. Four years of ghastliness. Four years of grave-digging. Four years of funerals, coffins, shrouds, hearses, dirges. Mourning, mourning, mourning! It was hell let loose. What a time of waiting for nows! Morning papei* and evening paper scrutinized for intelligence from the boys at the front. First, announcement that the battle must occur the next day. Then tire news of the battle going on. On the following day still going op.. Then news of 30,000 slain and of the names of the great generals who hnd fallen, but no news about the private soldiers. Waiting for news! After many days a load of wounded going through the town or city, but no yews from our boy. Then a long list of wounded and a long list of the dead and a long list of the missing. And among the last list our boy. When missing? How missing? Who saw him last? Missing! Missing! Was ho in the woods or by the stream? How was he hurt? Missing! Missing! What burning prayers that he may yet be heard* from. In that awful waiting for news niany a life perished. The str.ain of anxiety was too groat. That wife’s brain gave way that first week after the battle, and ever ami anon she walks the floor of the asylum or looks'mit of the window as though she expected some one to come along the path and up the steps as she soliloquizes: “Missing; missing." What made mutters worse, all thip might have been avoided. There was no more need of that war than at this moment I should plunge a dagger through your heart. There were h. few Christian philanthropists in those days, scoffed at both by North and South, who had the right of it. It they had been heard on both sides, we should have had no war and no slavery. It was advised by those Christian philanthropists, “Let the North pay in money for the slaves as property and set them free." . The North said, “We cannot afford to pay.” The South said, "We will not sell the slaves anyhow.” But the North did pay in war expenses enough to purchase the slaves, and the South was compelled to give up slavery anyhow. Might not the North better have paid the money and saved the lives of 500,000 brave men, and might not the South better have sold out slavery and saved her 500,000 brave men? I swear you by the graves of your fathers and brothers and sons to a new hatred for the champion ? curse of the universe—war. O Lord God, With the hottest bolt of thine Omnipotent indignation strike that monster down forever and ever. Imprison it in the deepest dungeon of the eternal penitentiary. Bolt it in with all the iron ever forged in can non or molded into howitzers. Cleave it with all the sabers that ewsr glittered

in battle and wring its soul with all the pangs which it ever caused. Let It feel all the conflagrations of the homesteads lit has ever destroyed. Deeper down' let it burn till jt has gathered into its heart all the suffering of eternity as .well as time. In the name of the millions of graves of its I.denounce it. The nations need more the spirit of treaty and less of the spirit of war. ' Why War Is Detestable. „W-ar is more ghastly now than once, not only because of the greater destructive- • ness of its weaponry, but because now it takes down the best men, whereas once it chiefly took down, the worst. Bruce, in, 1717, in his “Institutions of Military Law-,-” said, of the European armies of hfe, day, “If fill infamous persons ami such as have .committed capital crimes, heretics, atheists and all dastardly feminine -men, -were- weeded out of the -army,- it would soon be reduced to a pretty moderate number.” Flogging and mean pay made more ignoble. Officers were appointed to see that each soldier drank his ration of a pint of spirits a day. There were noble then in battle, but the moral character of the army then was 95 per cent lower than the moral character of an army to-day. By so war pow the more detestable because it destroys the picked merf of the nations. Again by this national ceremony we mean to honor courage. Many of these departed soldiers were volunteers, not conscripts, and many of those who were drafted might have provided a substitute or got off on furlough or have deserted. The fact that they lie in their graves is proof of their bravery. Brave at the front, brave at the cannon’s mouth, brave on lonely picket duty, brave in cavalry charge, .brave before the surgeon, brave in. the dying message to the home circle. We yesterday put a garland on the brow of courage.' The world wants more of it. The church of God is in woeful need of men who can stand under fire. The lion of worldly derision roars and the sheep tremble. , In great reformatory movements at the first shot how many fall back. The great obstacle to the church’s advancement is the inanity, the vacuity, the soft prettiness, the namby pambyism of professed Christians. Great on a parade, cowards in battle. Afraid of getting their plumes ruffled, they carry a parasol over their helmet. They go into battle not with warriors’ 7 gauntlet but with kid gloves, not clutching the sword hilt too tight lest the glove split at the back. In all our reformatory and Christian work the great want is .more backbone, more mettle, more daring, more prowess. We would in all our churches like to trade off a hundred do nothings for one do everything. “Quit yourselves like men'; be strong." - ’ . t Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die. They see the triumph from afar And seize it with their eye. Self Sacrifice. Again we mean by this nationaLobtwjrrance to honor self-sacrifice for others. To all these departed men home and kindred were as dear as our home and kindred are to us. Do you know how they felt? Just as you and I would feel starting out tomorrow morning with nine chances out of ton against our returning alive, for the intelligent soldier sees not only battle ahead, but malarial sickness and,exhaustion. Had these men chosen, they could have spent last night in their homes ahd to-day have been seated where you are. They chose the camp! not because they liked it better than their own house, and followed the drum and fife, not because they were better music than the "voices of the domestic circle. South Mountain and" Murfreesboro and the swamps of Chickahominy were not playgrounds. These heroes risked and lost all for others. There is no higher sublimity than that. To keep three-quarters for ourselves and give one-quarter to others is honorable. To divide even with’others is generous. To keep nothing for ourselves and give all for others is magnanimity Christ-like. Put a girdle around your body aud then measure the girdle and see if yotPare fifty or sixty inches round. And is that the circle of your sympathies—the size of yourself? Or, to measure you around the heart, would It take a girdle large enough to encircle the land and encircle the world? You want to know what we dry theologians mean when we talk of vicarious suffering. Look at the soldiers’ graves aud find out. Vicarious! pangs for others, wounds for others, homesickness for others, blood for others, sepulcher for others. Those who visited the national cemeteries at Arlington Heights and at Richmond and Gettysburg saw one inscription on soljliers’ tombs of teener repeated than .any other—“ Unknown.” When, about twenty-one years ago, I was called to deliver the oration at Arlington Heights, Washington, I was not sb much impressed with the minute guns that shook the earth or with the attendance of President and cabinet and foreign ministers and generals of the army and commodores of the navy as with the pathetic aud overwhelming suggestiveness of that epitaph on so many graves at my feet. Unknown! Unknown! It seems to me that the time must come when the Government of the United States shall take off that epitaph. They ace no more unknown. We have found them out at last. They are the beloved sons of the republic. Would it not be well to take the statue of the heathen goddess off the top of the capitol (for I have no faith in the morals of a heathen goddess) and put one great statue in all our national cemeteries—a statue of Liberty in the form of a Christian woman, with her hand on an open Bible nnd her foot on the Rock of Agee, with the other hand pointing down to the graves of the unknown, saying, “These are my sons, who died that I might live.” Take off the misnomer. Everybody knows them. It is of comparatively little importance what was the mime given them in baptism of water. In the holier and mightier baptism of blood,, we know them, and yesterday the nation put both arms around them and hugged thorn to her heart, crying, “Mine forever." Future Defense. Again, by this national ceremony we mean the future defense of this nation. By every wreath of flowers on the soldiers’ graves we say, “Those who die for the country shall not be forgotten,” and that will give enthusiasm to our young men in case our nation should in the future need to defend itself in battle. We shall never have another war between North and South. The old decayed bone of contention, American slavery, has been cast out, although here and there a depraved politician takes it up to see if he can’t gnaw something off it. We are floating off farther and farther from the possibility of sectional strife. No possibility of civil war. Rut about. foreign invasion I am not so certain. When I spoke against war I said nothing against self-defpnse. Ab inventor told me that he had style of weapon which could be used in self-defense, but not in aggressive warfare. I said, “When you get the nations to adopt that weapon, you have Introduced the millennium." I have no right to go on my neighbor’s premises mid assault him, but if some ruffian break into my house for the assassination of my family, nnd I can borrow a gun and load it in time and aim it straight enough I will shoot him. There is no room on this continent for any other nation—except Citnada, and a better neighbor no one ever had., If you don’t think so, go to Montreal and Toron-

to and see how well they will treat you. Other than that there is absolutely no room for any ,other nation. I have been across the continent again and again, and know that we have not a half-inch of ground for the gouty foot of foreign despotism to stand on. But lam not so. sure that some of the arrogant nations of Europe may not some day challenge us. I do not know that those ajojind New bay are to sleeitall through "the next century. I do not know that Barnegat lighthouse will not yet look off upon a hostile navy. Ido not know but that a half-dozen nations, envious of our prosperity, may want to give us a wrestle. During our civil* war there were two or three nations that could hardly keep their hands off us. It is very easy to pick national quarrels, and if our nation escapes much longer it will be the exception. It foreign foe should come, we want men like those of 1812 and like those of 1862 to meet them. We want them all up and down the coast, Pulaski and Fort Sumter in the same chorus of thunder on Fort Lafayette end Fort Hamilton. Men . who will not only know how to fight, but how to die. When such a time comes, if it ever does come, the generation on the stage of action, will--say: “My country will care' for my family as they did in the soldiers’ asylum for the orphans in the civil war, and my country will honor my dtisf as it honored those who preceded me in patriotic sacrifice, and once a year at any rate, on Decoration day, I shall be resurrected into the remembrance of those for whom I died. Here I go for God and my country!- Huzza! 0 ’ If foreign fOe should come, the old sectional animosities would have no power. Here go our regiments into the battlefield: Fifteenth New York Volunteers, Tenth Alabama Cavalry, Fourteenth Pennsylvania riflemen, Tenth Massachusetts artillery, Seventh South Carolina sharp shooters. Ido not know but it may require the attack of some foreign foe to make us forget our absurd sectional wrangling. I have no faith in the cry, “No North, no South, no East, no West.” Let all four sections keep their peculiarities and their preferences, each doing its own work and not interfering with ea<*h other, each of the four carrying its part in the great harmony—the bass, the alto, the tenor, the soprano—in the grand march of Union. Just One Flower. Once more, this great national ceremony means the beautification of the tombs, whether of those who fell in battle or accident. or who have expired in their beds or in our arms or on our laps. I suppose you have noticed that many of the families take this season as the time for the adornment of their family plots. This national observance has secured the aboriculture and floriculture of the cemeteries, ■ the straightening up of many a slab planted thirty or forty years ago, and has swung the through the long grass and has brought the stone cutter to call but the half obliterated epitaph. This day is the benediction of the resting place of father, mother, son, daughter, brother, sister. It is all that we can dp for them now. Make their resting places attractive, not absurd with costly outlay, but in quiet remembrance. You know how. If you can afford only one flower, that will dp. It shows what you would do if you could. One blossom from you may mean more than the Duke of Wellington's catafalque. Oh, we, cannot afford to forget them. They were so lovely to us. We miss them so much. We will never get over it. Blessed Lord Jesus, comfort our broken hearts. From every>bank of flowers breathes promise of resurrection. In olden times the Hebrews, returning from their burial place, used to pluck the grass from the field three or four times, then throw it over their heads, suggestive of the resurrection. We pick not the grass, but the flowers, and instead of throwing them dver our heads We place them before our eyes, right down over the silent heart that once beat with warmest love toward us, or over the still feet that ran to service, or over the lips from which we took the kiss at the anguish of the last parting. But stop! We are not infidels. Our bodies will soon join the bodies of our departed in the tomb, and our spirits shall join their spirits in the land of the rising sun. We cannot long be separated. Instead of«crying with Jacob for Joseph, “I Will go' down into the grave unto my Son, mourning,” let us cry with David, “I shall go to him." On one of the gates of Greenwood is the quaint inscription, “A night’s lodging on the way to the city of the New Jerusalem.” Comfort one another with these words. May the hand of him who shall wipe away all tears from all eyes wipe your cheek with its softest tenderness. The Christ of Mark and Martha and Lazarus will infold you in his arms. The white robed angels who sat at the tomb of Jesus will yet rolL-the stone from the door of your dead in radiant resurrection. The Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout and the voice of the archangel. So the “Dead March” in “Saul” shall become the “Hallelujah Chorus."

Not a Philanthropist.

It is not very often that such a seemingly philanthropic offer is made by one business man to another as that told of by a parti>ci - tn an old bullion house to a Mail and Express reporter. “Not long ago,” he said, “a dealer in gold and sliver heard that one floor of a building which had not been occupied for some time was to be rented, But that the prospective tenant had insisted that a new floor be laid before he took possession, as the old one had become very much worn. The bullion dealer knew that the previous occupant had been a manufacturer of jewelry and had been in business In the place for many years. He promptly visited the owner of the property and told him that he would put in a new floor of the best wood fbr nothing. Thq owner made a few inquiries, but the dealer said very little In reply, except that he thought he would manage to scrape a good deal of gold and silver dust from off the floor. His offer was accepted. The wood for the new floor and the labor for laying it cost about 1200. ‘The old flooring was burned and the ashes -put through a cqurse of reduction. The result was that the bullion dealer obtained nearly SSOO for the gold and silver which was brought out or a profit of about 100 per cent, on the operation. “Every manufacturer of jewelry or lates that he will lose about SBOO tn ‘saturating’ new quarters of the usual loft size, i’he gold aud silver dust penetrates the pores of the wood aud small particles are ground into the floor. -After just so much is lost in this way the waste ceases and all dust that falls to the floor or adheres to the wall may be swept up or off and saved. The sweepings in these factories and In bullion offices are always saved and reduced.”—New York Mail and Express. Lady Colin Campbell, erstwhile editor of a little paper called the Realm, is a noted swimmer and fencar.

ORATORS IN THE NATIONAL CONVENTION.

Gossip of Prominent Men Who Are Delegates to St. Louis.

REPUBLICAN conventions haye furnished many orators to the world-- Men have gone to these quadrienniul gatherings of statesmen and politicians unsuspected of eloquence and have achieved fame before adjournment. Some have made their reputation on a phrase-. Col. Ingersoll’s name as a speaker was established, of course, years before he referred to Blaine as “the whiteplumed statesman,” but’fbr all that the expression will endure years after the snme ornfor's imputations of various errors to Moses have been forgotten. Blaine furnishedgexcuse for many fashioners of phrases,-but the man who first called him magnetic statesman has been lost in the press. Webster Flannagan is immortal. His matter of fact inquiry “What are we here for?” has become a classic. It was in the convention of 1880 that Mr. Flamuigandistinguished himself. An eni'inent person was addressing the convention.- Who it was has been forgotten, bqt that it was a great man ho one may doubt, for the Garfield convention had a larger percentage of fame according to pumbers than any that has ever met since the nomination of Hdnry Glay in 1844. A personage was addressing the multitude, and in much the same language that is always used. He had reminded the-dele-gates of the importance,of the work before them; he had said they had not gathered for a jiqlitieal holiday. “We are not hete,” he went on, “to divide the spoils of victory or to provide for such division pf spoils.” He paused to let this important proposition sink in. " The profound silence was broken by the question of the delegate from Texas: :.L “3£fe®t are we here for ?” __ , , __ Who will live in history - for "epigrammatic description or terse, vigorous expression of policy in this convention? Chauncey Depew, T. C. Platt and Warner Miller, all of them possessors of rich vocabularies, will sit in the New York section. Among forty-eight delegates from Illinois one spellbinder may be found.

LEW WALLACE. SENATOR DUBOIS.

lowa has one man in its delegation whose qualifications as an orator are unquestioned. That is Congressman D. B. Henderson. He is also ornamental in a general conversation and the House will adjourn any time to hear him tell a story. Clarkson and Gear, of lowa, ahe both able to offer a..good example of American ability to talk, although their acquaintance with the vernacular may not be so wide as that Of Gen. Henderson. One of the venerable and respected figures of the Republican party is Col. Richard W. Thompson, of Terre Haute,' who leads the Indiana delegation. He is 87 years old, and his public life began more than sixty years -ago as a member of the Indiana Legislature. He was a member of the Congress that convened in 1841 and was returned to Washington again in 1848, He is the only member of the first Congress in which he sat. The last important public or semi-public office he held was the presidency of the American committee of the Panama Canal Company. Prior to taking this position he was Secretary of the Navy for President Hayes. Col. Thompson has personally known all the great American orators, and is himself a speaker of much renown. The passage of years has not taken his eloquence, and he can still hold

R. W. THOMPSON. MAJ. WM. WARNER.

an audience by his words. Associated with Col. Thompson on the delegation is Gen. Lew Wallace, whose ability to make the best use of an unrivaled vocabulary is well known. Wisconsin should furnish one of the orators. At the head pf the delegation are Philetus Sawyer and exGov. W. D. Hoard, who may be reckoned as convincing talkers. Then there is Robert La Follette, who has a practical and also attractive manner of shaping his thoughts that will give longevity to his ideas. Gen. Russell A. Alger is the most considerable figure in the Michigan delegation, which he leads. He has been Governor of his State, grand commander of the G. A. R.„. and has hgd his claims for the first office the republic laid before national conventions. He has long been known outside of Ohio, where his early training was received, and Michigan, where he has made millions. Montana will send a pair of Senators to the convention, Carter and Mantle. Both are breezy talkers, and if either gets the floor and silvqg is the subject a great forensic event will take place at that juncture. Carter says the sound money men are persons educated beyond their ability to comprehend. Senator Fred T. Dubois, who heads the Idaho delegation, attracted more attention in the upper house of Congress than the ordinary new member can command. He held precedents lightly, and when he figured his time had come to talk he proceeded to make his speech. It was the custom of. the Senate for the new members—the amateur law makers—

REPUBLICAN CONVENTION GAVEL

When the great Republican national convention convenA in St Louin on June 16 one of its early acts will be to cheer the name and memory of the great commoner and American martyr, Abraham Lincoln. Before the convention proceeds to routine work its chairman-elect will be presented with a beautiful gavel fashioned (torn a log taken from the cabin built by Mr. Lincoln at New Salem, 111., is 1832. The gavel will be presented by

to Listen to their elders, but-Dubois caused a reversal of the rule. It is almost hopeless to" add any biographical fact to the mass pripted about Senator H. M. Teller, who will represent the Colorado *iew in the convention. Mr. Teller may be regarded as the principal figure of the white money men' in the Republican party. Archie Stevenson, who is with Senator Teller as a delegate from . the First district, is a lawyer of great renown, and is an organizer whose fame has journeyed far to the eastward of the Rocky The Arkansas tale of delegates begins with the name Powell Clayton, with which newspaper readers and politicians are familiar. Gen. Clayton, although an Easterner by birth, has always been identified with the West. He was Governor of the State and also

ULYSSES S. GRANT. M. LA FOLLETTE.

United States Senator. He has frequently loomed up in Republican conventions, and the Arkansas papers have mentioned him often and with much approbation for the position of Vice-President. Major William Warner is the best-known man in the Missouri delegation, with Chauncey I. Filley barred. He is at the head of the greatest law firm, up or down the Missouri valley, and is himself one of the brightest, ablest lawyers in the West. If rarely happens that a good advocate such as Wa~r-iier is hak-theMeep learning of the_. jurist, but he has found time between campaigns and out of court - te—perfect himself in the text and theory of the law. He has been mentioned, not loudly, but audibly, as a vice-presidential possibility. It would scarcely be a legal convention if John M. Thurston were not present. The eloquent man of Nebraska has not a reputation to make as a public speaker. He’ earned that some years ago, and many an epigram which political speakers use to puncture the understanding of their audience might have been preserved for Senator Thurston’s own use had he cared to take advantage of the copyright law. Of the Ohio delegation, ex-Gov. Foraker has gained some celebrity as a sayer of things that are remembered. He is a

POWELL CLAYTON. JOHN M. THURSTON.

true orator, with the natural magnetism and the polish of education and experience that the word implies. He is now United Spates Senator-elect, to take the seat so long filled by that eminent citizen of New York, Calvin S, Brice. Gen. Foraker’s voice has been heard in many Republican national conventions before, and at St. Louis he will use it to place the name of McKinley before the delegates. John D. Spreckels, one of the delegates-at-large from California, is the son of Claus Spreckels, the head of the sugar industry. John D. aherits his father’s business ability and upon the death of the head' of the house will succeed to the mani gement of the vast interests under his control. U. S. Grant, Jr., represents the iiepublicans of southern California. As -is known he tried stockbroking, magazine editing and is now owner and manager of a hotel. From the territory of Cushman K. Davis, the good land of the Minnesofas, the country of lakes and rod wheat, wilt come an able band. R. G. Evans, who heads the list, may have an opiirortunity of sending his voice down the ages, as there is a strong disposition to make him temporary chairman of the convention- Senator Carter, of Montana, chairman of the national committee, will call the great body to order, and the temporary presidrag officer will no doubt be chosen by. the committee- fi-wwC among its members. William R. Merriam, at one time

D. B. HENDERSON. JOHN D. SPRECKELS

Governor of Minnesota, represents the Fourth district. He is affable and happy in address and speech, as is also Charles A. Pillsbury, his neighbor from the Minneapolis district.

City of Dyspepsia.

Dyspepsia is fostered in Boston by the destruction of 31,250 pies per day.

State Senator O. F. Berry, a nephew of the Jonathan Berry who was in partnership with Mr. Lincoln while conducting a store at New Salem. Both ends will be mounted. One end will be capped with gold and the following inscription will be engraved thereon: “National Republican Convention held at St Louis June 16, 1896, nominating for President,” the name of the nominee to be inserted.

GOOD ROADS.

An Objection to Good Roads. Chief Consul Scherer of Tennessee, tells of a farmer who gave him a severe reprimand for advocating good toads. HJs objection to the modern highways was based upon the novel argumerit that the mud road was more economical. “Why,” said be, “I can drive my mules the year -ound without shoes in the dirt, but on these blamed stone roads it costs me thirty-six dollars per year for shoeing.” Wheelmen Working for Good Roads. That the bicycle hats made every bicyclist an enthusiastic, energetic and indefatigable advocate of good roads is a fact of which the Importance is demonstrated by the other fact that at last the American farmer is beginning to substitute for “good roads cost money,” the refrain he ,has sung so long, another equally true —“Bad roads cost more money than good ones.” This is a really marvelous triumph, and the part which the bicycle has had in winning it makes one regret that there is no satisfactory way of showing public gratitude to a creature who is, after all, only a combination of steel and rubber.—New York Times. Good Work Spreading. The road congress at the Atlanta exposition declared Massachusetts to be at the head of the list in the new movement for good rttads that is begjm among the different States, the standing being determined by the amount of money appropriated for road construction combined with the systematization of its use, says the Boston Cburv ier. The conditions giving to Massachusetts the lead In the matter were, the State highway Commission, the system under which road building is progressing and the liberality of the financial provision for the work, On nil three points this State was readily admitted to take the lead. The fact that this most interesting and important Subject has seriously engaged the attention of a body like the organized exposition of industry and Improvement held at Atlanta contains the sure promise of the rapid spread of

COMMONLY CALLED A ROAD. (From Good Roads.)

Its influence among all of the Union, and incites the sanguine hope that the day Is not far off when roadbuilding will become a subject of engrossing interest in all parts of our common country. The local productions of a country may be abundant, but unless the means of transporting them at the right time to the waiting markets are prepared they might as well be nonexistent. We may, It Is true, have an oversupply of railroads, but they are fed and sustained by the ordinary roads that are virtually a part of the foundation of civilized communities. Good roads are a matter of public policy. Therefore their construction and maintenance belong to the State as sovereign over all common interests within its borders. This much being conceded, the problem afterward becomes one mainly of detail, in Which a system of construction and of expenditure shall be the purpose of the whole people. No country can justly claim to be advanced in civilization whose means of intercommunication are not at least parallel with its increasing material prosperity.

Curious Coincidences.

“Speaking of curious coincidences of our everyday life, two little things happened a short time ago that are perhaps worthy of repeating,” said an insurance man to a New York Tribune writer. “My wife had long wished for anovile fork. We had used a table fork, and had then substituted a pair of candy tongs, but neither proved to be the right thing. A few evenings before Christmas my wife asked me to buy an olive fork, but I wasn’t overburdened with mopey at the time, and so, much against my will, I was obliged to ask her to wait a fettle. As I was about to step into the office building the next morning I saw directly in front of me a small jeweler’s box and Inside it there lay the Identical fork my wife wanted. I sent a note to the jeweler telling him the owner could have it by calling at my house. No dne ever came, and at present it is in active service on my dining-room table. “Some time before this a young girl who had become engaged to a chum of mine, wanted a small chased gold ring in lieu of a solitaire diamond.! In our quest wo entered a shop, and in one of the cases we saw a pretty ring. When we looked at it we noticed In th” inside some engraved initiate, which proved to be those of my chum and bls affianced. The salesman said that the ring had been ordered several months previous, but had never been called for. My friend never told the incident to his betrothed until after their marriage. Curious instances of coincidences, were they not?”

Cheap Tunnels.

Tunnels are getting cheaper. The oldest of the greatest four tunnels, the Hoosac, cost £3 15s per foot; thamost recent, the Arberg, only about £1 10s per foot. For every dollar a man actually catches, three or four others nibble at his bait and get away.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. r ' Despondent Woman Burns Herself with Oil-Recent Find May Disclose the Fate of the Zetecares Near* Panama—Shooting Near Avilla. Shocking Attempt at Suicide. At Jeffersonville, Miss Bertha Meyers, 24 years of age, a beautiful Swiss, rendered despondent by her ,inability to return to her dative country and the death of her. sister a few days ago/attempted suicide Saturday afternoon. . Rhe sent the ,-childvei out to play in the afternoon, and, going to a summer kitchen, saturated her elothing with coal oil and applied a match. Every vestige of skin was burned from her body and her death was a matter of bpt a few hours. In endeavoring to save her, her brother-in-law was seriously burned. H. M. Caylor.

The Noblesville veteran who was honpred by his election to the position of Commander, Indiana Department, G. A.R. Body of May Hill Identified. The body of May D. Hill, the Colonnade (New York) Hotel suicide, arrived at Columbus and was identified by the father and other relatives. The body was buried in the family lot, city cemetery. The diamonds she was known to possess were not found among the effects in her trunk. The family believe she was murdered and-robbed. The woman left a note Asking that her body be cremated, but, ganding by the casket, Col. John H. eitli, the dead woman’s father, declar,ed: “I'll kill the man who attempts to cremate my daughter’s body or disturb it ifter burial.” Judge Hill and wife of Indianapolis, parents of the dead womtn's husband, attended the funeral. Missine Men Probably Slain. Charles Manning, while digging a cellar inder an old log house three miles northtost of Panama, found the skeletons of three human beings. This created much txcitement, as about twelve years ago an »ld man by the name of Thomas Valentine Zeteeare and his two sons dwelt there. The old man wks wealthy and, being afraid to deposit his gold in the banks, kept it buried. The people seldom went io town. They never- Went to see their acighbors and they never attended any gatherings. Finally they disappeared. It was supposed they had moved away to parts unknown. The'diseovery of these human bones leads people to believe the three men were murdered for their money. Assassin Fires on Brothers.' An attempt to assassinate two young men occurred a few miles south of Avilla afternoon. Frank and Ulysses Badger, two young farmers, were at work in the woods when some person fired on them from a chimp of bushes a few feet away. Frank Badger is shot through the breast, the ball entering from his back, and he will die. His brother has a bullet in the right shoulder and the upper part of the right arm is shattered by a second ball. The exact identity of the would-be murderer is not known, though suspicion points strongly to a man who formerly resided in the vicinity and who has threatened the lives of the boys for some fancied grievance. t All Over the State. Howard Yocum, the Alliance, 0., Adams Express messenger who stole a |l,000 money package two years ago and was arrested at Fort Wayne, confessed Wednesday to the officers before he was taken to Ohio, without requisition papers. He had tattoo marks all over his body, which he had redecorated by a Chicago artist to prevent identification. Yocum was made to read Boconn and initial let ters were worked into beautiful ornamental designs. He also kept his black mustache a faded blonde. Ed Waren, the Supposed slayer of Cha*. Badger near Avilla, was taken to Goshen for safe keeping, as the sentiment was so strong against him that it was feared that he would be lynched. Early in the evening the men were seen gathering in groups, and upon hearing this Sheriff Simon hastened .his prisoner to the Goshen jail. Ulysses Badger, who was also shot by Waren, cannot recover. When Ulysses fell after being shot he saw Ed Waren running through the woods and after regaining consciousness said that Waren was the assailant. Several months ago Ollie Coolidge, a respected young lady, left her, home in Princeton to join a show company called the “Bloomer Giri.” With the company was Charles T. Robinson, whose show name is Charles T. Hart. Ollie and Hart were married at Windsor, Can. When the show season ended they came to Princeton. On the noon train Tuesday came a handsope young woman from Homer, Mich., who claims to be wife No. 1. Her truant husband had in some way beard of her coming and left the town. Wife No. 1 was married to Robinson at Scottsburg, Ind., July 4, 1892. She called on wife No. 2, but the meeting was not a happy one. Nadel & Kempner, clothing dealers of Elkhart, have assigned. No statement of liabilities and assets has been made. One hundred bushels of potatoes for a book of poems—this is what Clifford Abbott, a rural poet of Rockport, received for a copy of his first work. At their usual price this would be ?25, the same amount that Milton is said to have received for “Paradise Boat” A second offer of 150 bushels was made, but Mr. Abbott declined it, saying that a poet cannot live on potatoes alone. He will probably go down Into history as the “Hoosier Potato Poet.” .While fishing in Bear creek, near Palestine, Ray Dunnuck and Charles Bly, eight and thirteen years old, respectively, took refuge under a tree during a rainstorm. The tree was struck by lightning and both were instantly killed. William Webb, a farmer. Seven miles north of Peru, is in a precarious condition. About two weeks ago his shepherd dog bit ofte of his horses in the nostrils, and then disappeared. In a few days the horse showed signs of hydrophobia and had to be killed. While treating the horse some of the froth from its nostrils fell on Mr. Webb’s hands, where there was a sore, and now Mrt Webb’s condition indicates blood poisoning.