Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 December 1886 — Page 10
la midnight hour and with adorers few. He doth inaugurate His earthly reign, Who comes the ancient promise to pursue,
And man's lost heritance restore again.
THE LEGEND OF CHRIST CHURCH.
Near the southern coast of England, Rising dark from hills of green. AN ancient church with Norman towers
By the sailor's eye is seen.
Seven centuries have written Strangest stories on each stone, Making thus a vast palimpsest
With rank ivy overgrown. Of the legends, rarest, sweetest, Is the story of its birth, When the mighty frame was lifted
Skyward from its native earth.
In the time of William Rufus, Norman monks both brave and good. Laid with zeal its strong foundations,—
For its timbers hewed the wood.
Day by day there labored with them One who from the forest came No one knew his home or nation.
No one ever asked his name.
As wild violets on the hillside Bloom when southern winds hare blown, By the deft blows of his chisel
Flowers sprang from solid stone.
And the woods felt all the magic Of his gentle artist handYielded shapes that filled with wonder
All the skillful Norman band.
When at eventide the master Paid the wages of the day, Heeding not, the wondrous stranger
Wended to the hills his way.
Then the puzzled workmen queried: "Who is this, who asks no hire, Yet whose perfect skill leaves nothing
Truest art could e'er desire?"
None gave answer to their question. But as whirling mountain snows Heap great drifts among the gorges,
Steadily the chnrch arose.
Till the hour came for placing The great beam which spans the nave for its length the oak tree, bowing,
All his mighty fiber gave.
No oak on the hills of England Towered so far above his kin As this monarch, strong, sound hearted,
Fit church walls to enter in.
Ah! we all fall short in something, Measured by the law's demand, And the oak beam failed in inches
By the distance
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Then despair possessed the workmen: When that toilsome day was done. Mournfully they plodded homeward lingered there the Silent One.
How he labored in the starlight, While cool night winds round him stirred, While the world in silence slumbered,
Their is no recorded word.
But the first faint flush of sunrise Showed the beam set in its place, While the stranger met the workmen
With a smile upon his face.
Speaking low, in accents gentle. Like some distant anthem's strain: "Unless the Lord doth aid in building,
AI1 the work of man is vain."
As the mists drift from a landscape. Swept the dimness from their sight Knew they then 'twas Christ, the Master,
Who had labored through the night. B. W.
It is Christmas time And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In the glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.
D. Iff. MPLOCK.
mat great mystery of Time, were tnere no other, tho illimitable, silent, never resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silont like ^in all embracing ocean tide, on which wa and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle—a thing tc strike us dumb—for we have no word to speak about it.—Carlyle.
THE SIGN DIVINE.
"Who knocks?" the waiting angel said "What sign is thine?" "In holy war my blood was shed, From battle's heat my soul has sped
That sign is mine."
"I cannot bid the gate unfold For sign like thine." "To holy works I gave my goldGave all—the sum was manifold
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That sign is mine."
"Thy works are grand but thou hast no4T The sign Divine." "O angel! I have safely brought "V The record of the deeds I wrought
That sign is mine."
"Not that! Not that! Thoti must yet bring A sign Divine." "O angel, angel! tell the King That for him I gave everything
That sign is mine."
"Thy life was pure but give thy Lord His sign divine." "O angel, angel! tell the Lord That all my life I taught Hia word -,
That sign is mine."
"He knoweth all but thou must make The sign Divine." "O angel! I did gladly take Great burdens on me for His sake
That sign is mine."
For sign Divine."
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happy soul! the gate swings wide, The sign is thine •n woe thine arms extended wide Portrays the cross—the crucified—
The sign Divine." GERTRUDE GARRISON.
Happiness as It Is In Youth and Maturity. Isn't it a little queer that as we grow from youth to manhood the objects change which bring us pleasure? The amount of happiness realized varies but little? There seems to be a certain amount of the article implanted iu us no more, no less. The boy's sled gives place to the richly caparisoned sleigh, the toy house to the imposing residence, the toy watch to a real one, the toy boat to an ocean yacht—but the first yielded quite as much pleasure as the last.
The Christmas gifts and pleasures of youth brought as much happiness as houses arid lands, honors and fame do in after years. Our happiness is all relative, anyway. We enjoy by comparison. The boy's sled is big enough to fill his mind. The man's yacht is merely a toy, which has its use for a timp and then ceases to amuse. Christmas is a reality to the young—a definite pleasure point. To the full grown boys and girls it is an attempt to arouse the old enthusiasm, the belief in Santa Claus, the enjoyment in gift giving and gift receiving. It comes and goes, and they try hard to persuade themselves that they enjoyed it with an old time zest.
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Oh, where did the beautiful star go— The beautiful star in the cast? Did it set forever that
Christmas morn When its wonderful mission ceased? 'Or was it a planet like the rest? With earth and water and sky,
Which the dear Christ in His downward flight Smiled on as He passed it by
"Quick when it caught the wonderful gleam, So bright that it pierced all space, It could not choose but light the whole world
And point to the glorified face." My little girl's eyes were full of thought As she asked me this question grave And I, like one in the presence of kings,
Was an awed and silenced slave. She weighed my wisdom and found it void, Ah lyes it was very plain From that day forth I must abdicate.
And bo oracle ne'er again.
So I said, "My darling, I cannot tell Perhaps it was as you say, The beautiful star caught its wondrous light
As the Christ sped on His way.
"But if it is so or not, I think It has never sunk quite out of sight," And she cried out quick in her joyous way, "Oh, let us go find it to-night 1"
Ah little one, we are not shepherds, or wise, But may we not see as they did Not with our eyes, but down in our souls,
The star not quite veiled or hid.
But shining clear, with a living light. With a light that'll never dim. Till it pierces e'en through the outer night.
And lead? us straight Him. ALICE E. IVES
Answered Every Purpose.
The Virginia Free Press was bound to illustrate its report of the election returns, and as it bad no rooster, flag, cannon or eagle cut it used the remainder of a probably unpaid circus bill in the shape of a fine giraffe.
Professor Truman H. Safford Bays that French is the best languago to study science in.—Chicago Times.
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"O waiting soul! thou hast not brought The sign Divine." "Sweet angel, for the Lord I fought, Yet at His gate I have not got
His sign Divine."
"O spirit dear! I cannot see The sign Divine That lifts the heavy gate for thee." "O angel! see my agony
THE GAZETTE: TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23,1886.
CHRISTMAS.
This is Mr. Worthington's story just as he told it to a number of us one Christmas evening at his house. Mr. Worthington isn't Mr. Worthington at all in real life, but a very famous man whose tongue and pen cairy great weight:
My first journal was a country weekly in Doonville. A "flourishing and fearless" journal, was the way my kindly disposed contemporaries spoke of it in their "able" pages. Its name was The Trumpet, and I speak only the plainest truth when I say that it gave forth no uncertain sound. I was a very young man and very ambitious. I thought I knew exactly what a forceful weekly newspaper should be, and I hadnt the least doubt of my capacity to construct and manipulate such an
engine of reform and advancement. That is the way of the very young, God bless them.
counter with life they feel so strong and con fident they believe they can do anything, and this very belief, mark you, is what makes the phenomenal successes we so often admire and wonder at. The Spaniards have a proverb, "He who expects good luck will get it," and it is as true a sentence as ever was penned. Believe you can do anything, and you 'can, if any one can do it. Success, like the art of swimming, is largely a matter of confidence.
I worked very hard on The Trumpet. I was business man, editor and staff. I had very decided ideas in regard to bettering, the world, and started out with the praiseworthy intention of extinguishing several "giant wrongs," under which I plainly saw that society suffered. We all have the reformatory spirit much stronger in us in youth than later on, for the reason, perhaps, that we haven't fully measured the strength of our antagonist, the existing system of things. I was sincerely anxious to thoroughly represent all worthy local interests. To that end I scoured Doonville night and day, and "wrote up" all sorts of things that never before had been described by pen, or immortalized in type. I wanted to wake up my fellow townsmen and women to the interests that lay close around them, and of all things I wanted them to properly appreciate The Trumpet.
I intended to issue a magnificent Christmas number of my beloved journal, twice its ordinary size and brim full of the most alluring holiday matter I could create and rake up. To perfect that number almost worked myself into a decline. Looking back upon it now, from the standpoint of what I beg to be permitted to call mature common sense, I commend myself heartily for the industry, zeal and confidence I nursed into respectable development in those old, hard working, moneyless days on The Trumpet.
Among other attractive features for my Christmas paper I determined to write up the very poor of Doonville. I could thus be the means of conferring two benefactions—giving the rich a chance to taste of the blessing of giving—for it is more blessed to give than to receive—and also open the way for the poor to be helped. And on Christmas, you know, all hearts are said to be tenderer and more generous, and many are glad of an opportunity to do something for the needy.
Doonville was a small place, and so very prosperous that I scarcely knew where to go to hunt people so poor that I dare intrude upon them and tell their wants in my "valuable and widely circulated" paper. Many of its citizens were very rich, and none whom I ^personally knew had fallen below decent and tolerable poverty. But down below Doon's mills, on the river bank, were some broken down houses* about whose doors I had sometimes seen very ragged and very dirty children playing. I determined to go thither and investigate.
I had this thought in my mind as I was going to office one morning just two days before Christmas. I determined to go out that afternoon and begin the search. I hadn't gone far when I met "Calamity" Parker. That was what I called him when my speech was withotit bridle, for I held him in great contempt
He was a tall, thin, broken down creature, who posed as a gentleman and moved about with a solemn, unhealthful gait and distributed religious tracts. He always seemed to me a frightful excrescence on society, although he had the discretion to say but little. It fretted my progressive spirit to see him crawling around thrusting his weak literature under more intelligent and busier people's eyes. "The day and generation are beyond tracts," I said to myself, "and here is this threadbare fraud keeping up this relic of fogyism." I despised him so heartily I could hardly speak a decent good morning as he passed me. I think he felt that I disliked him but he had cultivated the unctuous affectation of godliness and an appearance of patiopce and sweetness under slights and taunts, and invariably returned a smile for a frown. That very habit made him detestable to me.
I began to think about him as I went along. He had only been in Doonville a couple of years, and I had never heard of his doing anything but distribute tracts and preach on the street corners down by tho mills I concluded that it was time he was abolished. Accordingly my first work on reaching the office was to write a half column editorial article on "religious frauds," in which the practice of tmct distributing received merited castigation. I drew a picture of the typical tract man, of which Parker was the model, which wasn't calculated to make his path in Doonville any smoother. This incisive, and I may say "able," article, which was certainly a flaming sword of righteous wrath against tho tract fraternity, was to adorn the Christmas number.
Then I started out in my search for poverty in a self satisfied spirit. It is delightful to do something that wins one's own approbation. I found the row of old bouses all locked and tenantless save one, the last one and the worst one. It was in a state of dilapidation so hopeless that its owner hadn't even thought it worth while to shut it up. The result was that it was tenanted without his permission having been asked. A family of dull brained, sallow skinned, chronically indigent, half dead creatures who had been crawling westward in worn out wagons drawn by dying horses, had taken possession of it by permission of necessity. They had reached Doonville just as their horses succumbed to the inexorable, and there they were, sick, frying, starving and dying in a state of destitution unspeakable. When Arthur was a Pedagogue.
floor, his head on a bundle of dry leaves. Two famished children, ill and feeble, were on the semblance of abed in another corner of the room. A very old woman sat helpless by the side of the sick children, whose emaciated And miserable mother groped about feebly trying to give help to the others. The only one who seemed to have any life to speak of left was a wan and ragged little girl with delicate features and big, old eyes.
I got fire and food for them, and did all I could for their immediate relief. Then I rushed to the office of The Trumpet and wrote such an account of them as would be sure to send the good people of Doonville to their door with abundant relief. It was a long and graphic article, and realistic to a startling degree. We wero not illustrating newspapers then as now, so I could only picture thp suffering of this family in words. However, I gave the article tremendous head lines and a prominent place. The Trumpet
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Before they have had a hand to hand en-i before Christmas, and it went forth on its
issued the next day, which was the "day
Christmas,
work of arousing the pity of Doonville for the family in the old house by the river. I was very busy all that day and could not go to see them. But when night came and I lay down to rest I had the satisfaction of feeling that they were provided for, and that I had been the instigating causo of their relief. I fancied the surpriso and sorrow the benevolent Mrs. Barclay would feel when she visited them, carrying aid, as she was sure to do after reading my article. And how distressed, I thought, Mr. Archibald Doon would be when he realized that so sad a case of want existed in the town of which he was so proud. And others—evor so many others —would be equally interested and equally helpful. In imagination I saw the philanthropists of the the community, one after another, going down to the old house by the river side carrying aid and sympathy.
The next morning was Christmas. It was cold and clear, with a sharp wind blowing— traditional Christmas weather, called cheery in stories, I think, but very uncomfortable for those who are thinly clad. After breakfast I started down to see my poor friends by the river. I wanted to help them, but all I could do would be but a cipher in comparison with what had already been done. But I thrilled with the pleasure I would experience in seeing their improved condition, knowing I had had a hand in it.
How forlorn and desolate the house was, even as seen from afar off! And oh! the dreariness of Christmas to those within!
A man approached the house just ahead of me. A second glance told mo that it was the tract distributor. I felt a spasm of wrath at sight of him. How dare he mock those wretched people with his printed twaddle about the Dreciousnesa of their souls when their bodies needed food, and fire and clothing?
THE THIN LITTLE GIRL OPENED THE DOOR. He knocked, and the thin little girl with the pale, delicate face opened the door, came out, and shut it behind her. The tract distributor took off his hat, she looked up at him, and I knew she spoke, though 1 was mot near enough to hear what she said. I noticed, too, that she raised her hand in gesture—a solemn and intensely dramatic gesture, it seemed to me, for one so young to make unconsciously. A queer sort of chill crept over me. The tract distributor opened tho door and went in, but she fitood outside, and was still standing there when I reached the door.
Somehow, when I was quite near her I could find no words to utter. She seemed to understand, and pointing to the door, said: "You can go in if you want to. Father died t)iis morning!"
I stood speechless in the presence of that child's tearless sorrow. "But help came to you yesterday?" I aaid, my heart sinking as a possibility I had never thought of flashed into my mind. "Yes, he—the man who has just gone in— came and was very kind. He stayed by father all night, and was only away a little while but father died while he was gone." "And—did—did—nobody else come yesterday?" I stammered. "Nobody else," said the child, looking up surprised at the question.
I felt ashamed to go in and face the tract distributor in the presence of the dead he had comforted and whom I had left for others to eomfort—others who. never came. lie greeted me with gentle kindness, and as I clasped his hand in that woeful dwelling I inwardly bent before him in self-abasement.
We went out together to plan for the funeral and procure further aid for the living. "You did a good work when you wrote about these people," he said, "and I thank you, for otherwise I should not have known of their existence in time to be of help when they needed it most."
With what shame I remembered my article on religious frauds, of which I had been so proud only two days before.
It was some time before 1 got over my surprise at the apathy of the philanthropists of Doonville in regard tp that wretched family. I was at a loss to understand how they could cat their Christmas dinners in comfort, after reading about the distress of the poor souls in tho old house. I did not then knew that people unused to seeing poverty are slower to lend a helping hand than they who see it everyday that when we have not tho poor always with us we forget how to be benevolent and sometimes grow very selfish.
I saw through the windows that the house ch ister A. Arthur during his sophowas inhabited, though the only figure I could mora year at Union was compelled to see moving about was more ghostlike than leave college and teach a village school at human. On pretense of borrowing a match Schaghticoke, Rensselaer county for the I knocked for admittance. A match! such a narrow remuneration of $15 a month. It thing was afar off, undreamed of luxury to |S remarkable how many of our presithe family within. There was neither fire dents were pedagogues before they became nor food in the house, and the wind, the rain statesmen.—Chicago Times. and tho snow came in at will through tho ..... princgiosa windows. Haven't you noticed that fasmon journal says there is a laiack in the very elements conspire with poverty to putting on gloves. Come to think of it, that's make his victims wretched? j80" You have to get your hands in, as it
A skeleton man sick unto death lav on the
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GERTRUDE GABXUOH.
Washington Post
NEWS OF THE WEEK
Cleanings From the Gazette's Local Columns..
Mrs. Appleby has removed from 628 Eagle to 629 Poplar street. John Webb, of Mulberry street, has removed to 409 south First.
Geo. Wright, late of 628 Locust has removed to 825 north Seventh. N. Katzenbach has removed from south Third street to 616 north Eighth.
W. A. Beeves, late of 826 north Eighth, has removed to 509 north Eighth.
D. P. Roberts, the pastor of the A. M. E. churcb, has removed to 220 Sheets street.
Max Joseph, addition to his clothing business, has handled dnring the past season 1,600 tons of iron ore, most of which was sold in Brazil. It is mine, in a creek bottom in Vermillion oounty
Mrs. Nat Allen and sister, Mrs. Ool. Ed. Price, left last night for Oloveniale, Ind., to attend the funeral of their nephew, Ben Rockwell, who was accidentally shot while ont hunting.
O. W. Houriet has been confined to his home with sickness for quite a while. He is improving.
Miss Rachael Mattox, of Bloomingdale, Ind., is the guest of Miss Addie Kern.
Harvey Huston is in Nashville, Tenn' Emma O. Elkins VB Albert Elkins. divorce.
Justice Jacob Steinmehl died on the 14th of Brights disease aged 50 years. Mrs. John W. Hickock died on the 14th, from the effects of burns aged 85 years.
G. O. Shultz had two fingers taken off on the 15th while coupling cars on the E. & T. H.
Edward Pace, the painter, after a serious sickness, is better. Miss Nellie Kester, of Paris, returned to her home after a brief visit with her cousin, Miss Ada Kester, of Poplar street.
Miss Lillie Sellers, of Logansport, is visiting her sister, Mrs. Campbell, of north Seventh street.
David Goldman is still in very poor health. He suffers constant pain and gets very little sleep.
Justice Wildy was called to Alleghany City, Pa., on the 14th by the death of his father.
J. P. Stnnkard has gone south for the winter. On the 13th a number of friends of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Matterson helped them celebrate the fifteenth anniversary of their marriage.
A pension has been granted to Ellen Mallory and a pension was reissued to Wm. Greenleaf, both of this city.
Miss Nettie Beal, of north Fifth street was given a very pleasant surprise party on the 10th.
Major John Kingston has bought Mrs. Henry Fairbanks' house on south Fifth street next to the one she now occupies, consideration $6,500.
James H. Beck has been appointed by Senator Vborhees as messenger in the treasury, at $840.
Dr. and Mrs. Bartholomew have gone to Gainsville, Florida, where they will spend the remainder of the winter.
Dr. J. D. Mitchell has gone to Kansas, 111., to attend the funeral of his brother, Rev. R. A. Mitchell, who died very suddenly on the 13th.
A pleasant surprise was in store for Ossian Conant, on his reture from Indianapolis on the 14th.
Fred Finkbine has succeeded George McMurtire as turnkey at the jail. E. E. Barton returned to Lincoln, Neb., on the 16th. 4
Mrs. D. Deming. Miss Floyd and Miss Touzalin left on the 15th for Chicago, where they will attend the American Opera.
Mrs. J. W. Haley has gone to Bruce-. ville, Knox County, called by the serious illness of her mother,
Died—At 11 A. M. (Wednesday) morning, Dec. 15th, 1886, J. Edward Steele, deceased, of consumption.
Died—At 1:30 P. M. on Tuesday, Dec. 14th, of diptheria, Ora E., daughter of George and Eliza Worth, aged 10 years.
Fireman Lawrence and John Ring were thrown from the reel returning from the .fire on Wednesday night, the 14th, and badly bruised. The ree broke down.
Mrs. James Burk, of Waukesha, Wis., died on the 15th. She is a sister of Mrs. Ed. Lawrence and Messrs. Will and Jacob White.
George B. Worth's 10 year old daughter died on the 14th of diptheria at the family residence, No. 1123 Poplar street.
Mrs. Allyn Adams has resigned her position as organist at the Congregational church.
Jacob L. Thompson has removed from 814 south Fourteenth street to the corner of Fourth and Swan streets.
Mr. and Mrs. John R. Baker have returned from an extended visit in California, on business and for Mrs. Baker's health which has been entirely regained. They will remain in the city urtil after the holidays at Mr. B. F. Havens' residence.
A. W. Smith, of the Dunbar Hardware Company, has gone to Chicago. Rudolph Mundevello has accepted a position in the Vandalia assistant engineer's office.
Chas. Appleby, traveling passenger agent of the "Frisco Line," will spend the holidays in the city,
Mrs. Cornthwaite and little daughter, of Rockville. are in the city, the guests of Mrs. Chance and Mrs. W. E. McKeever.
Misses Mamie and Hallie Law, of Philadelphia, arrived in the city OB the 15th and are the guests of Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Gilbert
Prof. Blake will spend the holidays at his home in New England. T. J. Griffith has returned from Marshall where he left his father, Mr. Warden Griffith, considerably improved. He has been very sick.
Mr and Mrs. E. Weinstein and son of St. Louis are visiting the family of Dr. Wainstein.
Died—At 6 p. m. on Wednesday, December 15th, 1886. by accidentally falling from a barn loft, Joseph S. Pugh, aged 53 years.
Miss Grace Tiernan, who has been home from St. Mary's on account of sickness, is convalescent
H- C. Nevitt has returned from Waehington but Mrs. Nevitt, who is in bad
health, will remain there for the greater part of the winter. The following marriage.lioenses have been issued this week:
Daniel W. Miller and T.IBMHA Rndisel. Wm. J. Newkirk and Mariana Campbell.
Western Grayson and Jessie Sweed. Alhert J. Taylor and Amanda Cheek. Wm. L. Chisler and Mary H. Mellinger.
Chas. Hayworth and Ella Catou. Orson Shirly and Idela Huff. James Thompson and Sarah A. Mason.
Geo, Sowders and Mary Dawson.
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Trustees' Collect Rent Under Very Eyes of the Police.
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Various Parnellite Meetings Yesterday.— Parnel I in Poor_
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DUBLIN, Dec. 20—Joseph Richard Cox, Jeremiah Jordan and Joseph Edward Kenny, Parnellite members for East and Wef Clare and South Cork,^ respectively, succeeded yesterday in totally hoodwi uking the police and in collecting and escaping with all the rents due fron tenants on the Vande- 'p leu restates iu County Clare. They A went to Kilruah on Friday last. It was known to the police that they went there to act as trustees under the "plan of oampaign" to collect from the tenants of the Yandeleur estates the reduced rents refused by the proprietors. The authorities, however, could not ascer-
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tain the nature of the arrangement to be carried out between the tenants and trustees, and were led to believe that the tenants were to assemble at Kilrush on Sunday and hand in the rents. The police accordingly were kept 00 the alert and were instructed to watch for the arrival of the tenants and to arrest the trustees and secure the money when it had all beeii, handed in The trustees, Rafter having secured the police on this tack, appointed three places of rendevous ont-..^ side the town of Kilrush, and managed^ to have all the rebellious tenants instructed to go to the proper places. On Sunday it snowed very hard in Kilrush.^ The trustees left their hotel separately, went each to his appointed rendezvous^'-, and collected the rents, returned unobserved by the police and closed up their ~''3business without attracting any suspicion on the part of tye authorities, who comtinued to watch for the assembling of the tenants at Kilrush, and finally concluded that either the rigor of the po?ioe arrangements or the severity of the storm ht»d prevented the arrangements from being carried out As a result, the trustees were enabled to get away unmolested with all the rents, and some of the County Clare authorities are yet in doubt as to whether the Vandeleur rents were certainly collected yes-, terday, or whether the statement that-"' they were is not part of a strategem to throw the police off there guard against' a postponed collection.
The London Standard, assuming that-! no rents were collected in Ireland yesterday under the "plan of campaign,*' says: "The absence of rent collecting yesterday in Ireland and the fact that the Parnellites are confining themselves to heroic talk, indicate that the "campaign" is ended." The Standard interpretsMr. Parneli's "sudden" appearance, in London as showing an intention on his part to make a virtue of necessity by 1 efusing-to sanction the continuance o£ the campaign. "The Parnellite leaders," the paper says, "are not likely to support Mr. William O'Brien's hint to let loose the energies of crime."
A meeting is to be held at Kilrush to protest against Vandeleur's eviction processes. The call for the meeting is printed on hand bills, and concludes as follows: "People of Kilrush: At the most important crisis in our country'sv history you are invited to become soldiers of Ireland under the banner of the National League." Commoners Deasy, .Harrington and Sheehan spoke at Killarney yesterday, denouncing the action of the government.
The proprietors of the United Ireland'^ have had their books, papers, etc., re-' moved to a place of safety, in view of the possible seizure of the paper by the government. If suppressed, the publi- 5 cation will be continued just as when, the Land League was suppressed.
Commoner Tanner, speaking at Coachford, Cork, yesterday, prophesied 1 the downfall of the government within three months. Commoner Hooper de-. clared that tenants were capable of effecting an honest combination with or without the "plan of campaign."
Mr. O'Brien, presiding at a National League meeting held at Longford yesterday, denounced the government in violent terms for conspiring with Judge O'Brien to usurp the functions of the jury and manufacture a verdict by illegal means. The pretense of bringing h&x. Dillon and himself to trial, he said, was a sham. The government never hoped to bring them to trial, but did hope that before a verdict could be obtained from a jury they would succeed in suppressing the anti-rent movement by proclamations and arbitrary conduct. He warned them that they would have to adopt a still more drastic movement than the peaceful "plan of campaign"
to stay the arms of evicting landlords. The promoters of the plan would have to exercise their ingenuity and circumspection in order to outwit the Castle officials.
Mr. William Redmond, Parnellite member of the House of Commons for North Fermanagh, was today served with a svmmons to answer a charge of Onispiracy for serving as trustee of rente, ugder the plan of campaign.
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The grand jury of Munster Assizes has sent a resolution tp the government, to Mr. adetone and others, declaring that the evidence obtained in agrarian offenses "points to social disorganizafion, traceable to the deplorable condition of the land question." -Af