Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 19, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 December 1897 — Page 2

£ M-M-M! Ok, don’t I love my lady? Mmm -m-m! You ought to see How she comes out to meet me And goes wandering off with mo, With her cheeks so like a blossom And her neck so like the snows— Oh, don’t I love my little girl? M-m-m!—Nobody knows! Oh, don’t I love my lady? Mm-m-m-m! You ought to hoar The little name she calls mo When she whispers in my ear, With her eyes so bright and dancing Till my heart a-patter goes— Oh, don’t I love my little girl? I M-m-m!—Nobody knows! ►-New York Press. ——— —■

THE VOICE OF GOD.

N the cold of a winter's night, beneath the yelglare of a city lamp, tall man stood with a H{l|l p little weary child. i A cruel wind blew the m L rain around them. It ' Mp V dashed it into the man's face, so that it trickled down his chin and fell -fry on the brown head trying to cuddle against his coat. A feeble cry broke < - y cry now and then from

the little follow—a cry of protestation And alarm. “Daddy—Daddy—cruel (Daddy. Take me home—take me home!" A shudder shook the man from head to foot. A sob rose in his throat—he could not speak. His arms went more closely round the body leaning against him, and he began to move on •lowly and to mix with the crowd. “Daddy, daddy, take me home!” j “Ah, Christ!” “It was not an oath, but the pitiful, cry of a broken spirit. The •nan In him was crushed and tortured; ibis heart was bleeding itself to death. Hove for his wife and child had given 'this man a soul. Evil passions had jbnrnt themselves out before the fire of jthat pure devotion; a mighty tendercess had sprung up with the light in Ills baby’s eyes. Wonderful future schemes for the happiness of mother arid child had filled his leisure moments and made the music of his life. lie had worked bravely and cheerfully, lie had been tender and true and patient, and his love had taught him to pray. He had been at peace—and happy. !. And now his heart was broken. The cruel wind blew the rain round them and dashed It coldly into their faces; hut other drops that were not rain fell on the curly head of the child. When a brave man weeps there are tears of blood that well up from his heart and blind his eyes; and no power on earth can heal the wound below. The fretful wail of a little voice, the frightened clutch of chubby fingers only made the agony more intense. There Is no peace to be found in anything when despair first rushes with all Its force into a human soul. “I want my mother!” “Baby—haven't I told you—you've no another!” The noise and the glare are left behind at last. There is a long, silent •treet hud a narrow bridge, and dark rwater creeping beneath. Here there is quiet to think in at last. By the edge of the Wall Is a seat cut In the stone. The man sits down in one corner of it, and after looking carefully to make sure that the boy sleeps turns round so that he can watch the deep water below. “It will be mortal cold.” he tells himself, “and awful just at first. But then It will soon be over, and better and easier than years of pain. God would punish him of course, but only him. He would understand how sorely he had been tempted, and he would not make the punishment too hard. He would let him he with his boy at last. Hadn’t they only got each other?” The child moved uneasily, and the man bent over him caressingly, anxious even at such a moment that nothing might be the matter. He peered at the closed lids and pushed some hair back very tenderly from the li*gh, moist forehead. “God bless him,” he thinks. Then, “he sent him this sleep, he didn’t mean film to know. It will be just like going to bed for him, but with a beautiful morning at the end.” In a minute it should he done.

It was terribly cold. Like stabbing lee, and being drawn down into a great crack. But after the rush and horror •f it the stillness came, and then darksees, and space, and solitude. It was lonely in this Valley of Shadlaw. But when it was past there was • new light everywhere. The spirit of this man watched and .waited. He had lost his child in the .▼alley, but did not doubt he made one •f the many radiant beings gliding quickly past him with their heavenly Cvides. At the end of a long time he reached the shining gates, and through the bars fee heard sweet music and caught glimpses of an eternal paradise. Such rejoicing he had dreamed of sometimes when on earth, but it brought him no peace or comfort now. ile stood motionless, waiting and fearing he knew not what, when his eyes lighted pn a child angel standing near the gate, and in that pure and lovely countenance he recognized his son. Bat the joy that leaped into his face faded as suddenly as It came. There was a great and terrible reproach in fheeyes that met his own—the sadness seen could hare made him weep. “Where is my mother?” “I know not—how could I know? I left her long ago upon the earth.” ‘lShe has passed the Valley of the ■hadow since. Where is she now?”

“Alas, I cannot tell. We parted long ago.” “But to thee wast given her soul to bring to the throne of God. What hast thou to say?” “I have nothing to say.” “The love of all the world dwelleth beyond these gates. Hast thou love to plead thy cause?” “I left the earth because the earth was full of sorrow. My trouble was greater than I could bear.” “You fled from pain—but God did not call thee here. God had appointed thee a precious task. To those alone who pass through the furnace of living pain can the crown of.peace be givcn. Would I might help thee, but none can save thee now. As thou forsook thy trust, so has thy God forsaken thee.” * Then lie knew his worst forebodings were fulfilled. He stretched out his arms and would have cried for mercy, but heaven grew dim and far away, and with it the sad face of the speaker vanished forever from his sight. Then a cold, bitter blast rushed down upon him and he was cast shuddering upon his face.

“Daddy, daddy, wake!” With a start the sleeper opened his eyes and looked up. On the seat where he had been lying his little boy had climbed and was now tugging with all liis small might at his father’s coat and peering down horror-stricken into his face. “O, daddy, daddy! I’ve finished all my prayers—hut you wouldn’t wake —I couldn't make you wake!” “Never mind, my little darling—never mind it now. We’re going home —we're going home —we're to go’ back homeafter all. O, Sammy, Sammy!” * * * * * * * Still later, but on the same night, a man footsore and weary, sat by a window, watching. In the same room, on a chair, and rolled round with a blanket, was a little boy .sleeping heavily. Close to the fire was an empty porridge bowl, and over the back of a chair some clothes had been spread out to dry. The night crept on and the gray dawn came, but the watcher had not moved, and the blind was not drawn down. But what he was waiting for came at last. A shadow crossed' the window, a low but certain cry of pain disturbed the silence of the street outside. Then the man rose, and, moving slowly to the door, opened it very wide. At his feet on the step a woman crouched and moaned. When he spoke she lifted up a hard, despairing face. “Nell!” “I’m going—l’m going at once. I never meant to come, but something—the child ——” “Has he left you?” “Yes. I'm glad of it, though.” “What are you going to do?” “To live, you mean? O, there are ways—it don’t matter—l’m past fretting for, you know.” Then, “Rob! you’ve been good to me always —you’ll be good to the child, now that—now—” “It’s cold out here—you’re shivering, too, lass—there’s a fire inside.” But the woman staid on her knees, clinging weakly to the hands put out to help her up. “Rob—Robb You don’t mean it—you’re dreaming Rob! Why, I’ve broke yer heart—l know I’ve broken it. I can’t never come back here. I wish I was dead!” But the man was strong and he had raised her in his arms. “Xell—it’ll be hard—mighty hard, for both of us—but we’ll try, God helping us! An’ Nell—there’s a little chap inside waiting to be put to bed. He’s rolled in a blanket—we couldn't find his shirt. * * *” • On the floor of the cottage a man and woman knelt together, gazing yearningly into each other's sorrowful py es __ an d round each neck was a loving little arm, and a sleepy baby voice was the only sound they heard.—Chicago Tribune.

Hutukhtu of Yenyinchtchenhua.

The Pekin Gazette of June 7 last contains a memorial from the Chinese general in command at Kuldja, asking the emperor to sanction an avatar. A certain ruler—named Kung-mu-pa-t'u-kun-the emperor in the ’oos, when the Mohammedan rebels had overrun all the country round. He lias died; and the mu-pa-ju-p'u-cliun held Tarbagatal for Mongol tribes among whom he dwelt are anxious to have him once more among them. At their request, accordingly, the memorialist “begs that a special edict may be issued granting permission to the heroic soul liutukhtu to become an avatar—in other words, that his spirit be permitted by special grace of the throne to become re-em-bodled, to serve again the sacred dynasty for the preservation of which he fought so valiantly.” The emperor assents, and appoints him, beforehand, liutukhtu of the Monastery of Yenyincliicheuhua.—London Saturday Review.

The Richest Town.

The rickest town in the United States Is Brookline, near Boston. Its population is 17,000, and valuation $G0,000,000, yet it is governed through the typical New England town meeting. It has a public library containing 45,000 volumes, a $300,000 high school, a $40,000 free bathing establishment, and spends SIOO,OOO a year on its parks and wellshaded streets. Boston would gladly annex It, but Brookline prefers to go on as it is.

Antithetical Advice.

Somebody gives the following antithetical advice: “Drink less, breathe more; eat less, chew more; ride less, walk more; clothe less, bathe more; worry less, work more; waste lees, give more; write less, read more; preach less, practice more.” No women paat 10 years of age can look cunning by gktndng out of the corner of bee eye*.

GOD AMID THE CORAL.

DR. TAMAGEON THE SCULPTURE OF THE DEEP. Picking Up a Coral, He Says He Feels Like Crying Out, “There Is a God, and I Adore Him!”—Comfort for Faithful Christian Workers. Our Weekly Sermon. This picturesque discourse of Dr. Talmage~Te«d«i hi« ~~ESargriii ~ wtnl ■- through unwonted regions of contemplation and is full of practical gospel; text, Job xxviii., 18, “No mention shall be made of coral.” Why do you say that, inspired dramatist? When you wanted to set forth'Thesuperior value of our religion, you tossed aside the onyx, which is used for making exquisite cameos, and the sapphire, sky blue, and topaz of rhombic prism, and the ruby of frozen blood, and here you say that the coral, which is a miracle of shape and a transport of color to those who have studied it, is not worthy of mention in comparison with our holy religion. “No mention shall he made of coral.” At St. Jolmsbury, Vt., in a museum built by the chief citizen, as I examined a specimen on the shelf, I first realized what a holy of holies God can build and has built in the temple of one piece of coral. Ido not wonder that Ernst Ileckel, the great scientist, while in Ceylon, was so entranced with the specimens which some Cingalese divers lmd brought up for his inspection that lie himself plunged into the sea and went clear under the waves at the risk of his life, again and again and again, that he might know more of the coral, the beauty of which he indicates cannot even be guessed by those who have only seen it above water, and after the polyps, which are its sculptors and architects, have died and the chief glories of these submarine flowers have expired. Job in my text did not mean to depreciate this divine sculpture in the coral reefs along the seacoasts. ,

No one can afford to depreciate these white palaces of the deep, built under God’s direction. He never changes his plans for the building of the islands and shores, and for uncounted thousands of years the coral gardens and the coral castles .and the coral battlements go on and up. The Algerian reefs in one year (1873) had at work amid the coral 311 vessels, with 3,150 sailors, yielding in profit $565,000. But the secular and worldly value of the coral is nothing as compared with the moral and religious, as when, in my text. Job employs it in comparison. I do not know how any one can examine a coral the size of the thumb nail without bethinking himself of God and worshiping him, and feeling the opposite Of the great infidel surgeon lecturing to the medical students in the dissecting room upon a human eye which he held in his hand, showing its wonders of architecture and adaptation, when the idea of God flashed upon him so powerfully ho cried out to the students, “Gentlemen, there is a God, but I hate him!” Picking up a coral, I feel like crying out, “There is a God, and I adore hint!” God and the Beautiful. Nothing so impresses me with the fact that our God loves the beautiful. The most beautiful coral of the world never comes to human observation. Sunrises and sunsets he hangs, up for nations to look at; he may green the grass and round the dew into pearl and set on fire autumnal foliage to please mortal sight, but those thousands of miles of coral achievement I think he has had built for his own ■delight. In those galleries he ahme can walk. The music of those keys, played on by the fingers of the wave, lie only can hear. The snow of that white and the bloom of that crimson he alone can see. Having garnitured this world to please the human race and lifted a glorious heaven to please the angelic intelligences, I am glad that he has planted these gardens of the deep to please himself. Job, who understood all kinds of precious stones, declares that the beauty and value of the coral are nothing compared with our holy religion, and* he picks up this coralline formation and looks at it and flings it aside with all the other beautiful things he has ever heard of and cries out in ecstasy of admiration for the superior qualities of our religion, “No mention shall be made of coral.” Take my hand and we will walk through this bower of the sea while I show you that even exquisite coral is not worthy of being compared with the richer jewels of a Christian soul. The first thing that strikes me in looking at the coral is its long continued accumulation. It is not turned up like Cotopaxi, but is an outbidding aud an outbranching of ages. In Polynesia there are reefs hundreds of feet deep and 1,000 miles long. Who built these reefs, these islands? The zoophytes, the corallines. They were not such workers who built the pyramids as were these masons, these creatures of the sea. What small creations amounting to what vast aggregation! Who can estimate the ages between the time when the madrepores laid the foundations of the islands and the time when the madrepores put on the capstone of a completed work? It puzzles all the scientists to guess through how many years the corallines were building the Sandwich and Society islands and the Marshall and Gilbert groups. But more slowly and wonderfully accumulative is grace in the heart. You sometimes get discouraged because the upbuilding by the soul does not go on more rapidly. Why, you have all eternity to build in. The little annoyances of life are zoophyte builders, and there will be small layer on top of small layer and fossilized grief on the top of fossilized grief. Grace does not go up rapidly in your soul, but, blessed be God, it goes up. Ten thousand million ages will not finish you. You will never be finished. On forever! Up forever! Out of the sea of earthly disquietude will gradually rise the reefs, the islands, the continents, the hemispheres of grandeur and glory. Men talk as though in this life we only had time to build. But what we build in this life as compared with what we shall build in the next life is as a striped shell to Australia. You tell me we do not amount to much now, but try us after a thousand million ages of hallelujah. Let us hear the angels chant for a million centuries. Give us an eternity with God and then see if we do not amount to something. More slowly and marvelously accumulative is the grace in the soul than anything I can think of. “No mention shall be made of coral.” The Virtue of Patience. Lord, help us to learn that which most of ns are deficient in—patience! If thou const take, through the sea anemones,

millions of years to build one bank of coral, ought we not to be willing to do work through ten years or fifty year? without complaint, without restlessness, without chafing of spirit? Patience .with the erring; patience that we cannot have the millennium in a few weeks; patience with assault of antagonists; patience at what seems a slow fulfillment of Bible promises; patience with physical ailments; patience under delays of Providence; grand, glorious, all enduring, all conquering patience! ■■ X',

Christian Hope. Take my hand again, and we will go a little farther into this garden of the sea, and we shall find that in proportion as the climate is hot the coral is wealthy. Draw two isothermal lines at 60 degrees north and smith of the equator, and you find the favorite home of the coral. Go to the hottest part of the Pacific seas and you find the finest specimens of coral. Coral is a child of the fire.' But more wonderfully do the heats and fires of trouble bring out the jewels of the Christian soul. Those are not the stalwart men who are asleep on the shaded lawn, but those who are pounding amid the furnaces. I do not know of any other way of getting a thorough Christian character. I Will show you a picture; Here are a father and a mother HO or 35 years of age, their family around them. It is Sabbath morning. They have prayers. They hear the children’s catechism. They have prayers every day of the week. They are in humble circumstances. But, after awhile the wheel of fortune turns up and the man gets liis $20,000. Now he has prayers on Sabbath and every day of the week, but he has dropped the catechism. The wheel of fortune turns up again, and he gets his SBO,OOO. Now he has prayers on Sabbath morning alone. The wheel of fortune keeps turning up, and he has $200,000, and now he has prayers on Sabbath morning when he feels like it and there is no company. The wheel of fortune keeps on turning up, and he has Ids $300,000 and no prayers at all. Four leaf clover in a pasture field is not so rare as family prayers in the houses of people who have more than $300,000. But now the wheel of fortune turns down, and the man loses $200,000 out of the $300,000. Now on Sabbath morning he is on a stepladder looking for a Bible under the old newspapers on the bookcase. He is going to have prayers. His affairs are more and more complicated, and after awhile crash goes his last dollar. Now he has prayers every morning and lie hears his grandchildren the catechism. Prosperity took him away from God; adversity drove him hack to God. Hot climate to make the coral; hot and scalding trouble to make the jewels of grace in the soul. We all hate trouble and yet it does a great deal for us.

Coral Specimens. Again, I tflle your hand, and we walk on through this garden of the sea and look more particularly than we did at the beauty of the coral. One specimen of coral is called the dendrophilia because it is like a tree; another is called the astrara because it is like a star; another is called the brain coral because it is like the convolutions of the human brain; another is called fan coral because it is like the instrument With which you cool yourself on a hot day; unotlier specimen is called the organ pipe coral because it resembles the king of musical instruments. All the flowers and all the shrubs in the gardens of the land have their correspondencies in this garden of the sea. Corallum! It is a synonym for beauty. And yet there is no beauty in the coral compared with pur religion. It gives physiognomic beauty. It does not change the features. It does not give features with which the person was not originally endowed, but it sets behind the features of the homeliest person a heaven that shines clear through. Bo that often on first acquaintance you said of a man, “He is the homeliest person I ever saw,” when, after you came to understand him and his nobility of soul shining through his countenance, you said, “He is the loveliest person I ever saw.” No one ever had a homely Christian mother. Whatever the world may have thought of her, tliero were two who thought well—your father, who had admired her for fifty years, and you, over whom she bent with so many tender ministrations. When you think of the angels of God and your mother among them, she outshines them all. Oh, that our young people could understand that there is nothing that so much beautifies the human countenance as the religion of Jesus Chrits. It makes everything beautiful. Trouble beautiful. Sickness beautiful. Disappointment beautiful. Everything beautiful.

Work that Kndures. The durability of the coral’s work is not at all to be compared with the durability of our work for God. The coral is going to crumble in the fires of the last day, but our work for God will endure forever. No more discouraged man ever lived than Beethoven, the great musical composer. Unmercifully criticised by brother artists and his music sometimes rejected. Deaf for twenty-five years, and forced on his way to Vienna to beg food and lodging at a very plain house by the roadside. In the evening the family opened a musical and played and sang with great enthusiasm, and one of the numbers they rendered was so emotional that tears ran down their cheeks while they sang nnd plwed- Beethoven, sitting in the room, tefo deaf to hear the singing, was curious to know what was the music that so overpowered them, and when they got through he reached up and took the folio in his hand and found it was his own music—Beethoven’s “Symphony in A”—and he cried out, “I wrote that!” The household sat and stood abashed to find that their poor looking guest was the great composer. But he never left that house alive. A fever seized him that night, and no relief could be afforded, and in a few days he died. But just before expiring he took the hand of his nephew, who had been sent for nnd had arrived, saying, “After all, Hummel, I must have had some talent.” Poor Beethoven! His work still lives, and in the twentieth century will be better appreciated than it was in the nineteenth, and as long as there is on earth an orchestra to play or an oratorio to sing, Beethoven’s nine symphonies will be the enchantment of nations. But you arc not a composer, and you say that there is nothing remarkable about you—only a mother trying to rear your family for usefulness and heaven. Yet the song with which you sing your child to sleep will never cease its mission. You will grow old and die. That son will pass out into the world. The song with which you sang him to Bleep last night will go with him while he lives, a conscious or unconscious restraint and inspiration here and may help open to him the gate of a glorious and triumphant hereafter. The lullabies off this century will sing through all the centuries. The humblest good accomplished in time will last

through eternity. I sometimes get discouraged, as I suppose you do, at the vastness of the Work and at how little we are doing. Little things decide great things. All that tremendous career of the last Napoleon hanging on the hand of a brakeman who, on one of our American railways, caught him as he was falling between the cars of a flying train. The battle of Dunbar was decided against the Scotch because their matches had given out. Aggregations of little things that pull down or build up. When an army or a regiment come to a bridge, they are always commanded to break ranks, for their simultaneous tread will destroy the strongest bridge. A bridge at Angiers, “France, 'and a bridge at Broughton, England,' went" down- the regiment kept step while crossing. Aggregations of temptation, aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of assaults, aggregations of Christian effort, aggregations of self-sacri-fiees—tlrese make the-irresistible power to demolish or to uplift, to destroy or.to save. Little causes and great results. Christianity was introduced into Japan by the falling overboard of a pocket Bible from a ship in the harbor of Tokyo. Oh, be encouraged! Do not any man say, “My work is so small.” Do not any woman say, “My work is so insignificant. I cannot do anything for the upbuilding of God’s kingdom.” You can, Remember the corallines. A Christian mother sat sewing a garment, and her little girl wanted to help her, and so she sewed on another piece of the same garment*nd brought it to her mother, and the work was corrected. It was imperfect and had to be all taken out again. But did the mother chide the child. Oh, no. She said, “She wanted to help me, and she did as well as she could.” And so the mother blessed the child, and while she blessed the child she thought of herself and said: “Perhaps it may be so with my poor work at the last. God will look at it. It may be very imperfect, and I know it is very crooked. He may have to take it all out. But he knows that I want to serve him, and he knows it is the best that I can do.” So be comforted in your Christian work. Five thousand million corallines made one coralhim. And then they passed away and otL i- millions came, and the work is wonderful. But on the day when the world’s redemption shall be consummated, and the names of all the millions of Christians who in all the ages have toiled on this structure shall be read, the work will appear so grand and the achievement so glorious and the durability so everlasting that “no mention shall be made of coral.”

Short Sermons.

Neglect,—Society, in its arrogance, selfishness and luxury, loses sight of the fact that the failure of nations and hll forms of civilization have followed because nations, society and civilization have neglected God’s laws and violated the rights of men.*—Rev. Father Dueey, CatholtC*, New York City. Love.—Unless we deny ourselves, make some sacrifice, we cannot get the spirit of true Though we may have the most elegant music, the most eloquent preacher, the very finest and most beautiful churches and have not love, all our efforts are thrown away.— Rev. J. K. Smith, Presbyterian, Louisville, Ky. A Great Force in the World.—Character is the greatest force in the world. Some say money is the greatest force, some say brains, some say love, but character is the greatest force because it is the force which determines the direction in which money, brains and love shall be used.—Rev. J. Dunlop, Presbyterian, Boston, Mass. Patient Trial—The large soul, the truly free man is, after all, he who has been subdued by patience. Each and every victory broadens the mental vision and adds to the moral stature so that the proficients in this school go forth to become the masters of the circles of their nativity.—Rev. David Philippson, Hebrqw, Cincinnati, Ohlb. Followers of God.—The religion of Jesus Christ has three kinds of followers to-day. (1) The rash followers, or those who do not count the cost or sac-l-ifice; (£) the dilatory followers, or those who are always looking backward; (3) the tender-hearted followers, those who want their loved ones to do right and be Christians, too.—Rev. A. R. Caudry, Disciple, Council Bluffs, lowa.

The Narrow Way.—The saying of Jesus, “Narrow is the way,” is not applicable alone to eternal life, but widely bears upon all human relations, for the way is narrow and straighfly hedged that leads to business success, to permanent political fame, to genuine and lasting satisfaction with the good things of the flesh, to a green and tranquil old age, as well as eternal life.— Rev. Frank Crane, Methodist, Chicago. Optimism.—While there is much wickedness on the earth, yet the world is steadily growing better. The power of morality, temperance, religion and faith is making for righteousness al! ever the world. Jesus Christ Is to be victorious over Satan and evil, and is to descend in glory and have power over all the nations of the earth, aud establish a kingdom of righteousness, peace and kindness.—Rev. P. C. Curnlck, Methodist, Cincinnati, Ohio. Human Nature.—Human nature Is noble In its origin. You are a spark of God. The storm of Eden left human nature In about the shape a cyclone leaves a Western village; yet in the debris here and there, in the marvels of man’s intellect, in his longing after immortality, in liTfe conscience, in his hope that starts and struggles and trembles away up to God, behold a glimmer of that image divine.—Rev. S. E. Young, Presbyterian, Newark, N. J. Omnipotent love. —Love is the greatest conquering force In the universe. Here Is a little bundle of flesh and blood that cannot talk or walk, but It stretches out Its tiny hands, and the strongest-man Is held a willing victim by that silken, touch. We are very feeble and ignorant, It may be, but when we stretch out our hands to God he Is taken captive by us. Love Is omnipotent, and even Omnipotence himself surrenders to tt—Rev. C. W. Gullette, Baptist, Cincinnati, Ohio.

GOMPERS AGAIN AS PRESIDENT.

Ii Re-elected by the American Federation of Labor. In the convention of the American Federation of Labor at Nashville, Tenn., Samuel Gompers was re-elected president by a vote of 1,845 to 407 for Ernest Kreft of Philadelphia. P. J. McGuire, Jame 9 Duncan, Robert Askew and M. M. Garland were chosen as vice-presidents, Geo. B. Lennon as treasurer and Frank Morrison as secretary without opposition. For legislative committeeman Andrew Furuseth of San Francisco was chosen. The choice of the next place of meeting was a contest between Kansas City and Detroit, the vote resulting: Kansas City, 1,306&; Detroit, 80614. The committee on president’s report recommended that the president issue an appeal to the unions of the country for contributions to a fund for the aid of the striking engineers of England. It was Advised that the federation appropriate SSOO for this purpose. Concerning restriction of immigration the committee recommended that the convention pronounce in favor of a reasonable measure of restriction on the lines of the educational test as contained in the Lodge bill, that failed of enactment at the last session of Congress. The convention by unanimous vote adopted a resolution introduced By John F. O’Sullivan of Boston, Mass., indorsing the postal savings bank bill introduced by Senator Mason and Congressman Lorimer, respectively, in the United States Senate and House of Representatives, with the exception of the national banking feature, and by this action instructed the officers of the federation to use the prestige of the organization to secure its passage.

BLACK RULER OF HAYTI.

Head of the Republic Who Was Recently Humiliated by Germany. T'iresias Augustus Simon Sam, the president of the Ilaytian republic, who was recently humiliated by Germany, is a black mail. He lias held the reins of government since the death of Hippolyte, his brhtal predecessor. It was believed on Sam’s accession to power that he would be too weak to govern the uncertain and revolutionary Hnytians, but he has shdVm himself a statesman of no mean tact. On several occasions ho has nipped in the bud the most dangerous movements. Manigat, who was a thorn in the side of the strong man, Hippolyte, was easily disposed of by Sam. Mnnigat lived in Jamaica and Sam issued an amnesty to all

PRESIDENT SAM.

political prisoners and exiles. This brought Mnnigat directly' to llayti, and the moment* the rebel touched foot on the island he was given his choice between going to prison and going to France “as ” minister from Hayti. .Mnnigat chose the French mission, hut President Faure refused to accept him. Another good coup accomplished by Sam was his suppression of the riot concerning Fouehard, the minister of finance, whom the people charged with embezzlement. Sam afterward dislodged Fouehard. The hitter’s fight was taken up by the minister, hut Sam threw out of power the entire cabinet. He met his match in Emperor William, however, who promised to teach him manners and kept his word.

REINDEER WANTED AT ONCE.

Six Hundred Are to Be Used to Carry Food Supplies to Dawson City. Secretary Alger has cabled to William Akellmann, the chief Government reindeer herder, who is now in Alton, Norway, to inform the War Department immediately how soon GOO reindeer can bo shipped to this country. They are wanted for use as draft animals in getting supplies to the miners in the Klondike region. It is expected that they must be transferred at New York to the railroads, and in that manner carried across the continent nnd again by sea from the Pacific coast up-to Dyen or such other point as may be selected ns the base of operations by the relief expeditions. Secretary Alger has determined, after advising with the medical officers of the .War Department nnd persons who have had much experience in arctic regions, to make large use of condensed food preparations. Not only will the meats taken be in the most concentrated form, but particular efforts are making to secure condensed preparations of vegetables, such ns potatoes and onions. The State Department has already asked the British Government to request of the Canadian Government permission to pass these stores through Canadian terrb' tory free of duty. It is not anticipated thnt any objection will be made to granting the request nor to the accompanying request thnt will be made for permission for otir soldiers to pass over Canadian territory ns guards for the expeditions, although an order of the privy council will be required for the suspension of duties. There nre fourteen- salmon canneries on Puget Sound, the total output for 1897 being 5,500,000 fish, 467,000 cases, bringing in $1,634,500. Seventy-two traps and a large number of giil-netters supply them. Miss Maggie Kirkpatrick of Philadelphia, who was a guest at a cottage at Atlantic City, N. J., has been reported missing. She is said to have about $30,000 in Government bonds on her person, which she persisted in carrying around with her because she does not trust banks. Judge Springer of the Indian territory Supreme Court has ruled that a white man who bad married a Cherokee woman, thereby becoming a citizen of the nation, forfeited his Cherokee rights when, after the death of bis Indian wife, he married • white woman.