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J U li Y,    19 0 2
Lowsry's Claim is published every
month at New Denver, B. C, Canada. It
is devoted to Truth and Humor. It has
no press or trust list, but is sent free to all
persons over 100 years of age. It is a
Sham Crusher, and will fight all frauds
to a red finale. It -costs $i a year in any
part of this world, but lack of mail facilities prevents it being mailed to Mars,
Hades and other out-of-the-way places.
AU agents can make 25 cents upon each
subscrption obtained. Advertising rates
are $2 an inch each insertion, and no cut
is made for time or position. If you desire this journal do not depend upon your
neighbor, but send in your white or green
dollar before the thought grows cold.
The same editor shoves the pen on this
journal and The New Denver Ledge, so
do not confound your orders when sending in your collateral.
R. T. Lowbrv.
New Denver. B. C.
A ->lue mark here means that, ymir *uh.<��crtptJon
haa expired. Ah credit is uot given, you are
re<|ue*ted to renew before another montn j��*wh
A mine in town is worth two on
the hill.
We should draw others to our
way of living and thinking by example, and not by force.
Canada feels the throbbing of pu-
lerty and should be rustling for
long pants instead of leaning so
much on it* parent across the sea.
The trth acts on some people
like cold water bathing. If the
first shock doesn't kill, great good
will result from  frequent   contact.
If Carnegie is really anxious to
give away all his money before his
death, he can learn of a quick
method by addressing the editor of
this paper.
Ignorant people bound in mental slavery to church and state are
like caged wild animals. They mutilate and often destroy the hand
that gives them liberty.
If you are friendly to this journ-
al push it along by sending in a
few subscribers. If yon are not
friendly, burn every copy you can
find and denounce it to your
friends. Both methods will help to
increase our business.
Parsons are sick early this summer in the United States. A look
at the Coronation is the medicine
that most of them are sighing for
and they will get it providing their
congregation has the price.
Let a generation or two have
wealth and they will burn for a
seat within the shadow of a throne.
The Yankee* whose gold has come
from expansion in pork and other
commodities, are just now buzzing
around London like a hive of bees
in a distant field of clover.
There is not a single one of the
ancient religions that has not concentrated by ceremonial rite* even
the grossest forms of sensual indulgences, while many of them actually elevated prostitution into a
solemn service of religion.��� Dr.
Jacob Hart-maim. "God and Sin in
the Appetites."
This journal is the most truthful
in Canada and has to apparently
suffer occasionally. The C. P. R.
has boycotted it, and xvill not allow the news agents to sell it on
the trains. This must be the work
of some official crank whose soul is
tied to stupid custom, or wedded to
a creed that sees nothing great beyond its own delusions.
Beware ef
Cerset Wrecks.
Men in search of matrimonial
partners should beware of the corset wreck and take a long bieath.
Tight lacing and diaphragm-breathing are ruinous to women and their
offspring. No error surpasses that
of curtailing the natural breath,
nor does anything do this as effectually as tight laciug. Its ravages,
strike a knock out blow to the hu
man race. By compressing the
lungs, stomach and diaphragm it
weakens the life-making functions,
reduces circulation, hinders muscular action and lays siege to the
child-bearing citadel itself. It destroys the lives of thousands before
marriage and millions afterwards.
Tight lacing destroys womanhood. No mind can conceive the
misery it has caused, nor the number of deaths it ha*.��caused of
young women, bearing mothers and
weakly infants; besides the millions
of foolish creature* it has caused
to drag out a short and painful existence. It has deteriorated our
race most alarmingly and if the
practice is carried on for anotner
generation there will be no women
or children in the upper or middle
classes, and propogation will only
be carried on through the coarsegrained, but healthy lower classes.
The mother's corset strings have
damned many a child. If you
would rear a happy, strong and
healthy family shun tigbt-lacers. If
you cannot get a full-chested, deep
breathing woman do not take any.
If you would not have your home
torn asunder by the premature
death of mother and child stay
away from small wai.-ts. To
marry one is to step into hell with
your eye* open. Let men demaud
natnral-waisted women and this
great evil will die out. Women will follow any fashion if they
think they will win admiration.
Make health fashionable iu women
and the race is saved.    More anon.
Sappy who is courting one of a
pair of twins, says: "It's no trouble
to tell them apart when they are
together but he defies anybody to
tell them apart apart.
The meanest man living was located in a Territory town. A few
days ago a citizen had been tarred
and feathered and ordered to leave
town, when the mean man met the
victim at the depot with a bill for
the tar used.���Ravia, (I. T.) Record.
urn 1   iiijjjjiiijiii tie
False View of "Sin"
V. Bale. Smith, in UM. S S S �� S S �� �� >S
Phantoms are illusions. Like
dreams, they seem real while they
last, and may awaken emotions of
sweetest happiness or exist as veritable nightmares. An awakening
to the realization of fact may be a
bitter disappointment or a blessed
Much depends on the attitude of
a soul in relation to Truth. If
prejudice reigns supreme, true freedom may be regarded with disfavor. The thought expressed by
P. T. Barnum that uthe American
people love to be humbugged" is
almost axiomatic. The tenacity
with which many cling to a fetish
is remarkable. The practice of
idolatry cannot cease so long as
minds are not open to convictions
of Truth. Subservience to false
gods holds mentality in bondage
and makes martyrs of the disciple*
of Liberty.
For ages theological dogma has
held the human mind in captivity.
In those who longed for the freedom that Truth alone can give, it
gradually became, and now is, the
mother of doubt. To one phase of
this dogmatism we especially call
Into the creation and development of theological systems, the
term "sin" has ever been prominently introduced. It has been the
tool of cunning deception and the
scapegoat of ignorance. Knowing
that the operation of the human
mind in the phase termed "conscience" never rises above clear
intellectual conceptions, the intellect has been trained to belief in a
personal Diety. The violation of
the caprices of such an infinite (?)
monstrosity has been termed "sin."
In the history of humanity, it may
be noted that the priest has been
sole interpreter of the language of
the Absolute, and thus through an
unwarranted vantage-ground has
.largely controlled what is known
as the moral and religious life of
man according to his own (the
priest's) whims.
A New England boy, living in a
strictly orthodox home where
whistling on Sunday was considered
an offense to "The Good Man" in
the skies, and hence a sin, was
asked to give a general classifica
tion of sinfulness. His reply was
terse and, from the point of view of
his environment, philosophic. Said
he, "Whatever gives us pleasure is
sinful." To this boy's mind, no
doubt, the question often arose,
"Is life worth living?" Abnormal
and oJse theology is responsible for
two-thirds the pessimism and its
attending sorrows in the world today.
Moral wrongs cannot be made
right by a priest's indulgence or
ablution, or by a ministerial ceremony; neither can they be made
right by an agent of civil law.
What is morally wrong cannot be
made morally right by legislation.
Legal rights are far from always
being moral rights.
The dogmatism of theology is
the assumption of theocratic rights.
In harmony with the expressed
mandates of these so-called divine
systems, the meaning of the term
"sin" has been taught. Intellectually impressed, conscience will
act as a support to such belief.
The appeal to fear aids to a coveted subjection of the mind by
which a cunning priesthood has
reigned supreme and unquestioned
for centuries.
This conception of sin is a delusion. Thoughts and acts may be
unwise and indiscreet because they
are violations or transgressions of
law inherent in the nature of things.
If thoughts performed produce injustice and therefore pain, such
acts should be avoided. The
thought of inevitable compensation
should rule our course of conduct,
not the belief in offensiveness to a
personal Diety. Minds that think,
and are unselfishly true to their
convictions, inevitably arrive at
this conclusion. Minds that think
for others, having selfish objects in
view, and minds that permit such
others to think for them, rest satisfied with the delusions of dogma.
It is a case of Uncle John and Aunt
Polly. "Oh, yes," said he, "we
get along splendidly. Polly loves
to work, anl I love to have her
work." Selfish pretenders revel in
the dispensation of accepted fallacies, and a gullible public esteems
itself well served. Such impostors,
knowing that the perpetuation of
error is to their advantage, act upon
the principle���"Where ignorance
is bliss 'tis folly to be wise."
In the great conflict betweeu
Truth and Error, the latter for
years may reign supreme, but
"Truth en shed to earth will rise
again." In the great reaction,
when all elements shall be harmoniously adjusted, Truth will
have universal recognition and
Where the harmony of Truth
prevails, dogmatic "sin" cannot
enter. True right or wrong is only
a matter of attitude���of relation.
Neither civil law nor public opinion is the criterion by which we
may determine the status of an act.
Where there is obedience to natural
law, the question of right relations
is settled; therefore, the question
of right or wrong is also settled.
To a soul in harmony with the Divine in Nature, the unreality of
"sin" is evident. That is right
which is in harmony with natural
law. Obedience to principle* to
which all life is subject must produce happiness; therefore, pain is
evidence that same law is violated.
Injustice is usually a result of
selfishness somewhere. Wherever
injustice is done, discordant relations have liecn sustained.
Prompted by selfish greed ancl
utterly disregarding the right* of
others, real immorality and dishonor are created. Ixive thinketh
no evil (discord); hence, love is
the fulfilling of the law (harmony).
Whero real love exists, harmony
exists; and where harmony prevails so-called sin cannot find a
The Man of Galilee uttered a
profound truth when, in that beau-
tific statement, he said: "Blessed
are the pure in heart, for they shall
see God (good)." The world's
greatest poet, living this blessing,
saw "books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, ancl good in
everything." Our synoptic visions
determine our legations; our relations determine our character���
and character is destiny.
Unhealthy Thoughts.
How many people realize* the*
baneful, often fatal, influences of
unhealthy thoughts?
How many know that unreasoning fear of disease may lie as deadly as inoculation of poisonous
germs? JtJtY.MOt.]
Yet this is an established fact.
Physicians are coming more and
more to recognize the power of
mind over body, and almost every
practitioner will admit that a large
part of his work is the use of mental suggestion in overcoming morbid bodily conditions.
Everv one has noticed the influ-
ence of a cheery person about a
sickroom. One physician by his
sunny confidence and cleverly
turntil assurance will seem actually to impart new strength and
tone to the diseased body. Another physician with a solemn, gloomy
countenances and demeanor BUgges-
tive of an undertaker will
strangely depress and retard the
The. same is true of one's own
thoughts. In fact it is not too
much to say that every thought
has its affect on the condition of
the body. Imagination can give
us almost any disease on the calendar.
It is said that there is the germ
of fatal thought in 09 persons out
of every KM), and the cultivation of
optimism and philosophy is practic-
ly a universal   necessity.
There have occurred scores of
dozen case* where healthy persons
have thought themselves into having tumors and cancers, cases
which admit of no doubt whatever
that the disease resulted from constant morbid fear. We should
bave far fewer cases of cancers if
some great doctor could assure the
world that it is not a hereditary
disease: but morbid minded persons
hearing that there is cancer in their
families, generally do the very
worst thing they can do under the
circumstances���they conceive an
awful dread that thev will be afflict-
ed with it. They dwell upon the
fear constantly; and every trifling
ailment which troubles them is at
first taken for the premonitory
symptoms of cancer. The morbid
condition of mind produces a morbid condition of the body, and if
the disease does happen to be in
the system it receives every encouragement to develop.
A melancholy thought that fixe*
itself on one's mind needs as much
"doctoring " as physical disease;
it needs to be eradicated from the
mind, or it will have the same result as a neglected disease would
have. The thought-disease sometime* cures itself after running its
course; so does smallpox. But who I
would settle down to suffer from
smallpox and chance recovery, as
thousands of foolish persons settle
down to let the thought disease,
which has attacked them, do its
Every melancholy thought,
every morbid notion, and every
nagging worry should be resisted
to the utmost, and the patient
should be physicked by cheerful
thoughts, of which there is ft store
in everyone possessing bright
companions���cheaper than drugs,
and pleasanter.
The Blue bauis.
The Blue Laws of Connecticut
were so called because they were
printed on blue-tinged paper.
These were some of them:���
"No one shall be a freeman to
have a vote unless he is converted
ancl a member of one of the churches
allowed in the Dominion."
"No Dissenter from the essential
worship of this Dominion shall be
allowed to give a vote for electing
magistrates or any officer."
" No food or lodging shall he offered a heretic.''
"No one shall cross the river on
the Sabbath but an authorized
"No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep houses, cut
hair or shave ou the Sabbath day."
No one shall kiss his or her
children on the Sabbath or feast
"The Sabbath day shall liegin at
sunset Saturday.
"Whoever shall wear clothes
trimmed with gold, silver, or bone
lace above one shilling a yard,
shall le presented by the grand
jurors, and the selectman shall tax
the estate ��300."
"Whoever brings cards or dice
into the Dominion shall he fined
"No one shall eat mince pies,
dance, play cards, play any instruments of music except the drum,
trumpet or jewsharp."
"No man shall court a maid in
person or by letter, without obtaining the consent of her parents; ��5
penalty for t\\e first offense, ��10 for
the second, aud for the third, imprisonment during the pleasure of
the court.''
"What is home without a newspaper?" has been asked again. To
the best of our knowledge   it   is  a
place where old rags are stuck in
windows, cats sleep in the flour
barrel, chickens and goslings parade the kitchen floor, children
wipe their nose on their sleeves,
the wife chops the wood, milks the
cow, plows the corn, goes to mill
and a hundred other things, while
her husband loafs on the street
corners, whittles on goods boxes,
cries hard times till a late hour,
when he gets off his perch, sneaks
home with the gable end of his
trousers ripped, and raises cain
with his wife because his ancestors
were not millionaires.���Banner
Rn Unexpected Rnsuiet*.
She was a bright young teacher
in charge of a bright young class,
composed of many foreign children.
To increase their vocabulary she
had hit on a guessing game. She
told the class of what she was
thinking, and they named the object.
This time she had thought of the
word "birthday," and the lesson
went on in this fashion:
"Now, little folks; I'm thinking of something you all have. You
don't have it very often���just once
every year. Even I have one.
What is it? I'll give you a minute
to think, and when you are sure
you know, raise your hand."
Hands began to go up rapidly.
"My!" said this bright young
teacher, I really think I have the
best little folks in all this big
school. They all think so fast,
and I know they are all thinking
of the very thing I thought. I'm
going to let Morris tell. I'm sure
he knows."
Morris rose to his feet and stood
in the aisle in true military position: and like a shot from a cannon came the response to the
teacher's "Tell us what it is, Morris,"���
"A clean undershirt, teacher!" ���
New York Telegram.
The other Sunday a street
preacher called a policeman who
was passing, and complained about
being annoyed by a certain section
of his audience, and asked him to lie
so good as to remove the objectionable ones. "WeeP ye see," replied
the cautious bobby. "It wad be a
hard job for me to spot them, but I
tell ye what I'd dae if I were you."
"What would you do?" "Just
gang roon' wi' the hat." sit
(Jolt, iwi
A Little Rum Talk
Ffom the Editoi- ^^^^  ^  ^^^^^^
Every now and then a wave of
Prohibition sweeps over Canada
and delnges the country in a war
of bitter words, while whiskey
makers laugh at the futile efforts
of temperance cranks to put them
on the bacon train. The men who
rail at the curse of drink, and who
would shove everv saloon and its
owner out on the street, belong to
the class of cranks who by force
would make everyone observe Sun-
day as they do.    Meu of this kind
are sadly in need of many kinds of
helped to build. The needy, the
starving, the thirsty; the unfortunates of all kind, apply to them
for help and are rarely given the
empty touch. How different it is
with many of the so-called good
people of this earth; with those
who have a pious exterior, and a
frozen heart; with those who have
a prayer ever on their lips and
nothing in their soul; with those
who "holler" to Jesns until the
ozone trembles, and then never
touch the trail he blazed in  early
prohibition,   besides   that applied days.    Ask some of the tribe just
against alcohol. Like fools they
cut off the leaves instead of the
roots, and wonder why they are not
successful. Wise men know that
there is little harm in drink, but
much in excess, not only of rum
but of everything else. The only
way to reform the human race is to
place women on a higher pedestal,
and teach them how to raise children who will need no law of
force to make them good. The
people who will not be good for the
sake of the peace and happiness
that flows from a proper life, can
seldom be forced into that pleasant
condition. Reform the sexual conditions of society and the need of
all other reformation will recede
like mist before a hot sun.
Charity is generally a little shy
in those who are continually crying out against the whiskey business.    I have no desire to champion the drinking of whiskey.     It
is a delusion and  ends too often in
hell or a cheap menagerie.    Still. I
would take away no man's freedom,
and would rather see the entire
universe drunk than one man kept
sober by compulsion. If the Divine
Mind is not strong enough  in  an
individual to keep him from sniffing the fume* of   hell   out of   a
whiskey glass, no law framed by a
gang of self-righteous meddlers can
bring him to his water.     He  will
get booze in spite of everything,
and the more you restrict him the
greater his thirst will become. The
cure   for error   must  come from
within before it can be complete.
The saloonist and the gambler
are liberal in helping almost every
cause. They are denounced in
many  a  pulpit  that  they   have
described for a hand-out and the
marble formation will appear.
Some will hand you a tract, but no
bread. Others will give you a lecture on salvation without ham and
gentlemen crowded so densely in
front of the 20th century exhibition that many a sweet divinity in
long stockings could not even get a
momentary glimpse of the exciting,
although rather common spectacle.
Ye old-time Southerner would have
provided the ladies with cushioned
front seat*, and given them every
opportunity of enjoying the pyrotechnic display, even to the provision of fans, iced drinks and
smelling salts.
About Talmage.
When Talmage slipped over the
great divide this Spring, the event
was noticed iu various ways by the
press. Some papers told in a line
or two that he had gone, others
covered his name with flowers,
while here and there some ruthless
hand tore away the theological
drapery and exposed his real personality to the gaze of a critical
world.     Talmage was  mighty  in
eggs.     If an unfortunate ever gets I physical force.  " He  pounded' the
any assistance  from  this class of j Word of God into the people much
the  same as   a   smithy   hammers
I iron.    He was a hard  worker and
human muck-worms he will have
to give ten times in labor for what
he receives once in aged victuals. n.HFHHj a gmlt material reward.
All who haunt churche* and follow He claimed to believe the Bible
creeds are not like these, but the from tjle top line to the last quad,
number of just such pious counter-; ami thought a man impious who
feit* are so numerous in every com-; (iaml to reason or doubt the Book
munity that an honest man hardly j or Talmage. His sermons appealed
knows the genuine amid so much j to the masses, leoaime the masses
worthless material. j do m)t, thjnk.    Swayed by emotion
Hotel and saloon men as a class; t|iev \OHe Hight of reaeon, and chase
are generous, kind-hearted ancl j impassioned noise, whether it conies
public-spirited. They have liquor. from a |)ra8H r)an(] or the HtronK
to sell but no law compels the pub-! |llllgH of ft burlesque preacher,
lie to drink it. They never hold a
man down and throw the Ixioze into him with an injector. Man
takes it of his own accord, because
he has cultivated the habit of taking something he would be better
Prohibition cranks as a class are
full of mental gall and wormwood.
They lack liberality and the milk
of human kindness flows from them
a soured and  curdled stream.
They do not seem to know that force
is not the way to win souls or cure
depraved appetites. They have^
ideas, ancl they want a law compelling people to accept them.
Prohibition will never succeed until it is pushed along in a different
spirit and by a different class of
Chivalry seems to be dying in
the Southern States. At the recent burning of a negro for rape the
Talmage would like to have been
considered a ('hrist, but the lack
of divinity in his nature made this
an ^possibility. He was never
crucified, although his church
burned down three times. This
was probably a warning to cut his
"lienler-plate" sermons out of the
country press, but he never took
' 'office.'' He kept right on regardless of the warnings.
Talmage lived in a brown-stone
front house anel enjoyed all the
sensual comforts that can be procured by earthly wealth, but the
Divine Mind must have been absent from him a great part of the
time, for he suffered from disease,
and mortal error cut his life line at
the early age of 70 years.
I heard Talmage preach in his
church at Brooklyn twenty years
ago. To find his church I was told
to follow the crowd, which If did,
and got in just in time to get a Jutr, im.]
high seat on the last row next the
door. I was disappointed with the
service. I had come expecting to
hear a discourse that would lift my
soul from the lower levels clear to
to the apex of divine joy, but instead I heard a buffoon throwing
coarse humor at au audience which
broke into laughter as if it were in
front of a coon comedy. With a
tremendous jump to one side of the
platform, striking out with his
closed fist, he ejaculated: "God is
a greater slugger than Sullivan.
He can knock you all out." This
was the first time that I had heard
of God being a prize-fighter. 1 had
always thought, and do yet, that
He is all Love, and incapable of
harming anything. If Talmage
had said that Error (the Devil)
was a slugger I would have thought
that he wa* talking reason. In talking about how some men are punished for little crimes, while criminals go free, he roared. "If you
want to steal, steal a $100,000."
I 'iave not been able to act Upon
this advice, as in all the years that
have flown since the words broke
the ozone around ray ears I have
never been able to get within reaching distance of tbat much money
without having a gang of rubbers
looking at it, and in addition to
this, I do not lelieve that 1 would
steal that amount even if I had an
excellent opportunity, although no
man knows his strength until temptation nags him with its seductive
However, Talmage is dead, so
let us think only of the good
that was iu him, and that which
was error push over the damp of
oblivion. William Marion Reedy
is an infidel, as the word goes with
creed followers, but he has written
such a clever resume of Talmage*s
character that 1 append it to this
article.    This is what he says:
" A great force, a tremendous
vitality, has gone out of the world.
A voice that spoke to millions is silent; a fount of thought that flooded tlie country for many decades is
dried and barren. Whatever the
verdict upon DeWitt Talmage's
theology, his rhetoric, or his logic,
there can be no question of his
power. He dominated the place
he filled, the public that sat under
him. His mind dominated millions
of other minds. A tower of vitality, he showered that vitality copiously. The cool, close logician
may convince the chosen circle;  it
is the man of impassioned appeal
that sways the multitude. Huge of
of voice, vast of mouth, everlastingly in motion, tongue aud foot,
hand and brain, he held captive
some of the largest English speaking assemblages that have ever
gathered in the temples of our time.
Following upon the steps of Henry
Ward Beecher, he lived in a period
wherein he stood unique, a survival of exuberant strength, a dean
of a faculty fast fading from this
generation. Much of the Beecher
fortune fastened it self to his career. Beecher had his enemies
his assailants, his scandals; Talmage did not escape. The man
who swayed the Brooklyn Tabernacle to its very pillars was almost
convicted of deceit, heresy and
falsehood, and, afterwards, in England, was publicly accused of intemperance. This was the occasion for his tremendous shout:
"Another lie nailed!" Tbe church
militant was what he uever ceased
to represent. He clamored aud
fought, fought ancl clamored, for
the greater light to fall upon the
minds of the millions. His sermons, aside from the people they
impressed directly, at first hand,
went out upou the land in print
until there were few corners of the
wildest lands where the most benighted countryman did not read,
weekly, a Talmage sermon. The
reading of that Talmage sermon
was for hundreds of thousands the
single link to questions of the better, biblical life. God and man,
church and prayer, came into
countless American homes only
through the sermon of Talmage.
As a great commanding figure, he
survived into a period of lesser
men. He was a man of irou, and
of brass; the blare of his brazen
rhetoric deafened a world. Puny,
placid reputations shrink lief ore
these triumphant tyrants in the
world's arena; small things, small
cavils, spiteful detractions, shrivel
and dissappear. There remains the
memory of a huge, vast-bulking
figure; a figure that kept millions
at attention, and kept fresh and
vivid to the multitude that purest
well of English, the Bible."
Low Grade Monarchs.
As we look up to monarchs, the
following will be pleasant reading
to king worshippers:
"Last October there was held a
congress of criminologists in Holland. Taking the plaster caste of
the beads of the rulers and prominent men of Europe, Professor
Lambroso, the most noted criminologist in the world, delivered a
lecture in which he showed that
the Czar was a melancholy idiot,
"tbe easiest possible tool in the
hands of a flattering acquaintance.''
King Edward's bust shows general
degeneracy, a mediocre mind incapable of understanding abstract
questions. The Kaiser and the
Sultan were irresponsible because
born between irretrievable criminals. If they had been born in the
lower walks of life the Kaiser would
have been a brawler and ended in
prison or on the scaffold, while the
Sultan would have been a bank
sneak or something of that order.
Nearly all the rulers were mentally
unsound. These conclusions were
agreed to by the other noted scientists present."
Verily, this do be a strange world
especially in Europe!
Hate and Love.
Hate is a poison that kills the
intellect and drives joy up the
shaft. To indulge in it is to step
on the trail that ends in the lunatic
asylum. Hate is a mental toxin
that will wither the soul af all who
are touched by it. Unchecked it
ends in madness and a grave filled
with muck-worms. To hate is just
as bad as the dope habit, aud those
wrapped in its slimy coils are to lie
To love and be loved is the way
to obtain health, success and happiness. It is heaven to love; it is
hell to hate. Keep in the eternal
sunshine of love and away from
the swamp of hate, and the world
is yours; at least you will feel that
Omar at the Dump.   *
Within that worn-out corset there perhaps
A maiden's heart once   broke;   those
ragged flaps
May   have   enfolded   innocence   or
Beneath the arms of  half a hundred
That old shoe lying on the scrap heap
May once have pained a haughty millionaire,
Or sent a lover flying from his love
Aud filled hitn full of bruises and despair,     ���-Chicago Record-Herald. SI4
{���July mm
Wc Can Net Krow
The following beautiful address
wa* delivered by Dr. J. B. Wilson,
of Cincinnati, over the dead body
of an infant, March 12th, 1902:
Funeral talks generally are for
the purpose of consoling those who
mourn, extolling the dead���too often showering upon them unmerited praise; crowning them with virtues they never possessed, and
finally, extending to them a free
passport to a heavenly paradise.
The adulation given is measured
largely by the extent the deceased
baa contributed to the earthly comforts of those who profess to hold a
lease upon the future, and who pretend to parcel it out. I am not
one of those. I partially understand nature'8 way, and do not assume to interpret "God's way."
This particular occasion may therefore seem extraordinary to some
of you.
I can think of no time or place
more appropriate for telling the
truth and being honest in thought
and speech than when standing by
the bier of an innocent babe.
From the remotest period of human history, from the time Socrates
proclaimed his divine principles,
Omar pounded over his Rubaiyat,
Budda dreamed of his Nirvanna
and Jesus of his kingdom celestial,
tbe mytery of the future has been
one of continuous doubt aud disputation���our affections ever crying
out, "There is another life;" our
reasons ever doubting and denying
it. Still the great mystery remains
The parents to this sweet   babe,
honest and true   to their convictions, frankly avow that tbey possess no knowledge of what may lie
beyond  this   organized   and   ever
varying    existence.    They    know
that nature is the common mother
of all���the common end of all, and
that their babe sleeps  well   within
ber bosom.    They have   no  fears.
They need   not   to   be comforted
with the hope that their babe   has
escaped    the    Calvinistic    doom
awaiting dimpled innocence. While
mighty sages of theology are today
deeply pondering over the horrible
question     "infant     damnation,"
these loving parents are serene in
their knowledge that the monsters
filled. But those who have lost an
infant are never as it were, without an infant child. Other children
may come ancl grow to manhood an
j suffer and see all the changes of
mortality; but this one alone is
of theology can decree no harm rendered an immortal child, for
that may ever come to their spot- death has arrested it with his kind-
less child. II there be any one lv harshness and blessed it into an
present today that believes that eternal image of youth and inno-
horrible doctrine, who   has   never cence.
reflected upon the viciousneas of it* The purpose of children is not
meaning and has thoughtlessly ac- onh' to keeP UP the race, but to en-
cepted it, I want you to come and larKp our hearts, to make us unself-
look upon the fa e of this babe��� S��h and full of kindly sympathies
as white and pure as a snowfield ���*ld affections; to inspire us with
untouched by footprint or stain; as! higher aims and to call our facil-
innooent as the first primrose that ties to extend enterprise and exer-
peepsfrom the lingering snows of tion: to bring around our fireside*
winter; as cha��te a* the lily of the! "r��Rht faces and happy smile* and
valley; as calm and harmless as the! loving, tender hearts,
the holiest look of love, aud then: So, when au infant comes to
ask yourself if a good God could I brighten a home, becoming at once
damn tbis babe. i*>he center of all thought, attention,
Think deeper still, and ask your- anxiety and delight, "strong in his
self by what perverwity of mind weakness, bis little arms more irand iniquity of heart such a mon-! resistible than soldiers, his lips
strous conception ever crept into! touched with persuasion which
the thought of man. This fright- I brides and Chatam m manhood
ful dogma is the invention of man j had not," its death becomes the
alone, woman had nothing to do ke**f*md m08t ����*��<l�����blt' ��
with it* making.    It could   never j tragedies.
have been conceived  in  the  brain j     Death is a   tragee y,   deep   and
and heart of woman. I <*** ftn<1 ��*��� no ,nHtter whom   or
Oh, women! you who have *>eeii
deceived with the belief of this
cruel doctrine; you who have experienced a mother's awakening
ecstacy and her startled fears; you
who have felt your infants grow
and nightly nestle under (eating
hearts; who have felt them strain
and strain to escape their Umcls
and leapt into your loving, expectant arms, arise, and iu the name of
holy motherhood, denounce and
condemn to it* shame and it* death
this most monstrous of all the sentence* which a man-made theology
has imposed upon   innocence   and
This dimpled balie has not lived
in vain. It brought joy and sunshine into this happy home. To
its grandparents it was the idol uf j
their heart, the object of their adoration. Thev do not mourn lie-
cause of any danger that may be
supposed to await it. They entertain no gloomy apprehension that
it has entered���or that any human
lieing has or ever will enter���into a
state of endless misery. The sorrow of the present occasion, to the
cnief mourners here, is the loss to
them of the darling of their heart,
whose   place can never   more   be
when it strikes.
Even that of the infant should
bid us pause and ponder the meaning ancl the problem of life; for
most touchingly it reminds us that
this life and its conditions are not
permanent; that constant change
and finally death is the common
lot of all.
Poets have sung their songs;
prophets and seers have dreamed
their dreams and seen their visions; wise men have speculated;
philosophers have reasoned, men of
science have searched and analyzed; yet to every man death still
remains an appalling mystery.
None can escape it. It meets us
on every hand; in the shop and
mine, in the busy mart, at the fireside and on the highway. Noplace
so safe or sacred that it does not enter. None is alxive its reach. It
come* alike to rich and poor; to
Kings, Princes and potentates; to
peasant and slave; to saint* and
sinner. All, alike, obey its awful
mandate, from the infant coeing in
the cradle to tottering old age, one
by one they fall on every hand.
We may go clown to the riverside
with them but they must cross alone.
We can but peer with tear-dimmed Jolt WJf.J
eyes into the mists that float
above the tide, mourning and wondering where our loved ones have
gone, but no sound or speech or
echo of a voice has ever returned
from over the dark still waters.
If there be any life beyond the
tide we know not. We cannot
know. We can only hope and wait.
But to hope, to feel and believe is
not to know. The honest mind
must doubt. To think for himself
aud to act honorably with his own
conscience is the first duty of normal man.
Hope is an emotion, which, like
all other human attributes, is one
of constant change and death even
in this life. How many of our
leauteous, God-like hopes do we
daily put away in their little
graves? The hope of immortality
is in no sense a proof of it. Still,
let us hope. Speaking for myself,
I hope to live again. When I lie
clown at night, I hope to rise in the
morning. When I lie down in the
sleep called death, I hope to rise to
another life. But I do not know.
We should be t<io honest to pretend
to know that which nature has
fixed as unknowable. This infant
struggled like a little hero for its
life, but, many an old warrior,
succumbed to the arch enemy, who
cruel and heartless aa he sometimes
seems, is man's-Jieet and clearest
friend after all.
If death leads us out of this existence into one of endless bliss, he
is not to lie feared. If from earth's
sorrow and toils ancl sufferings ancl
disappointment* he leads us to
sweet rest, to eternal rest, he is not
to be reproached.
We cannot tell whether it is or
not best, or if it be a loss for the
flower to be cut down with the ripened grain; but this we do know,
this babe ha* escaped the pains,
the heartaches and the bitter experiences of this uncertain, checkered life, and let this be the consolation of those who mourn its departure. Let us hope that this bud
of humanity, which has been such
a joy and blessing to this household, may yet blossom and ripen
to a full and splendid manhood.
So, with all the sweet influence*
of nature, we leave this loved and
worshipped babe, believing that
if there is au immortality for human kind all is well with him; and,
if not, still all is well.
Love, Light, Truth���attain them.
An Adamite Myth.
The world is wrapped in sable pall;
With tears our eyelids burn;
A hideous foe confronts us all,
We know not where to turn.
A clerical iconoclast
The scriptures tampers with
And then inform the world aghast
That Adam was a myth.
What! Must we loose our Eden dear?
By logic that's our lot,
For if there was no Adam here
There was no garden spot,
And if no garden then no tree,
No tree and no apple fair,
And if no apple, you'll agree,
No mother Eve was there.
Full many stories shattered be
Beneath the hand of truth���
The one about the cherry-tree
And Washingtonian youth.
And Pocahontas never met    ���
A captain named John Smith.
And, going further backward yet,
Old Adam was a myth.
If this be true, theu did we grow
On the Darwinian plan
For several million years or so
From Lemurs up to man?
And must  we all take off our hat
To monkey kin and kith,
Since e'en the church informs us that
Old Adam was a myth?
���Johu O'Keefe in New York Press.
A Bust Show,
"A Wichita, Kansas paper tells
of a young mau from Guthrie who
attended a dress ball at that place
one evening during the cattlemen's
eonvention. He was gazing at the
large hall, the swell orchestra, the
profusion of flowers and the beautiful women in evening costume,
when a Wichita friend proudly
asked him if he ever saw such a
sight before, and the young man replied; "No, not since I was
Smith and Noah.
At a recent dinner of Civil War
veterans some things were said
about the many organizations of
veterans of the Spanish War. An
old man with one leg told this
story which he seemed to think
apropos in some way.
"James Smith, who did good in
the Johnstown flood, was giving
his pedigree to St. Peter prior to
his admittance to heaven.
"Thereare many James Smiths,'
snid St. Peter, 'you had better
identify  yourself in some wav.'
"Well, I'm the hero ofthe John-
town flood,' said James Smith.
"Very good,' said St. Peter.
A few days later James Smith
approached St. Peter.
"I've been telling folks who I
am,' he said,  every time that I've
mentioned that I was the hero of
the  Johnstown flood a little weazened up old fellow spoke up and
said,   "Oh,    hell!"   Every   little
crowd that gathered to hear me tell
the story of the Johnstown flood
that little old fellow poked his way
in when I got through and said,
"Oh, hell!" Who is that little old
weazened up old cuss that says,
"Oh, hell!" every time I say I'm
the hero of the Johnstown   flood?'
"That, said St. Peter,  glancing
around, 'that is old Noah."
His Explanation.
"My brethren," said the old
colored preacher, "it was this way:
When the Israelites passed over it
was early iu the morning, while it
was cold and the ice was strong
enough, so that they went over all
right; but when the Egyptians
came along it was in the middle of
the day, and the sun had thawed
the ice so that it gave way and
they were drowned.
At this a young man iu the congregation, who had been away to
school and had come home, arose
and asked:
"I don't see how that explanation can be right parson. The
geography that l'have been studying, parson, tells us that the ice
never forms under the equator, and
the Red Sea is nearly under the
"There uow," said the old
preacher, "that's all right. I'se
been 'spectin' some of you smart
Alecks would be askin' jest some
such fool question. The time I
was talkin' about was before they
had any geographies %or 'quators
Emergency   flflet.
The Prodigal Son returned home
and his father fell upon his neck
with joy.
"My boy," he said, "we would
gladly have kil m! the fatted calf
for you, but the Beef Trust has put
it out of the questiou. We will do
the best we can."���Sun.
Changed   Conditions.
Mr. Westside:���"Is Briggs still
paying attention to your sister."
Eastside: "Naw; they've been
married this twomont's!"���Brooklyn Life.
Mm.* lani
Letter from Greely
C. B. Wolf, the "phunny" editor of the Alton (Iowa) Democrat,
has received a letter from Horace
Greely. How Wolf ever read the
thing will forever remain a mystery
but here is the epistle:
Happy Hunting Ground,
May, 5, 1902.
Dear Wolf:
We had a celebration here
to-day in honor of a fresh batch
of citizens from the United States,
Admiral Sampson and Bret Harte
were among them. Rev. Talmage
and General Wade Hampton have
been here several weeks. We've
been having a clam bake at the
clubhouse down on the river, with
after-dinner speeches on the side.
I don't know whether I can write
you an intelligent letter or not.���
there is so much commotion all
around me. Admiral Sampson is
on a stump in the front yard explaining his famous controversy
with Schley, and Bill Nye and Julius Caesar are having a fight in
the garden. Bill said Julius was
not any great shakes of a warrior
and that Freddy Fun ston could
have swum the Tiber and licked
him before breakfast ancl it made
Julius mad.
After dinner the boys got to trying who could tell the biggest lie.
Rev. Talmage said that he had a Jersey cow when in Washington City
that gave nine crocks of milk. He
said he used to set them in a row
on his cellar floor and the cream
was so thick that his bird dog trotted across the row on it and newer
broke through. General Wade
Hampton said he and some other
fellows were cornered by the Yankees once during the rebellion and
about to be captured They happened to think that a cannon shot
always left a vacuum in the atmosphere along its route, so they fired
their cannon and then crawled
through the vacuum and escaped.
Probably the best story was one
told by Davy Crocket. He said it
occurred up in Arkansas just before ne was killed at the battle of
Alamo, Texas. I took it down in
shorthand just as Davy told it.
"Used to be a feller worked fer
me in Askansas by name of Jim
Baxter, an' he had   the   con sum p-
lookin' sorrerful an' shakin' his
head an'almost a-cryin.' 'Tain't
no use trying to hide it any longer,
Davy,'sez he. 'That there kid o'
mine don't cry ner laugh ner make
no soun' only bleat like a lamb. I
tion. I tole him he needed new consoled Jim, an' told him it was
blood, an' I could cure him if he providence, an' he went home feel-
would let me speriment, an' he in'better an' didn't say anything
said to sail in so I got an oie gun more about fer 'bout a year an'
barl fer a tube and ketched a sheep, then they had another youngster to
Cut open one of Jims arteries an' Jim's house an' Jim kern to me
one of the sheep's an' stuck the lookin' woebegoner than ever an'
barl in fer connections. Jim wuzl sez, sez he: Davy, its more'n I kin
purty fur gone an' mighty weak;stan.' It's get-tin' worse, This
so his blood didn't fiow much an' last yungun o' mine ain't not only
the sheep's blood all rushed into got a bleat but its also got a wooly
Jim's artery. Jim's face got red : tail a foot long,
and his vein stood out like cords j "Jim looked so woeful that I
till they most busted but he said he1 laffed right out and he liked to fit
felt better���only kinder hot an' me. Mini,'sez I, don't be onrea-
stuffy. It killed the sheep, but it! sonable. Make the beet of it.
was a good thing fer Jim an' he be-, Start a show an' exhibit yourself
gan to mend. I intended to have an' the two kids an' git rich.' That
tbe scheme patented if I hadn't got didn't jest suit him, bnt it cooled
killed at the Alamo. Jim got as! him down some an' he promised to
strong a* a ox, but when he got i think it over an' honored some ter-
up an'aroun' he waz skeered to1 backer an' went home. Wal, he
death of his own dog anel would didn't start no show���kinder got
jump and eight-rail fence if it came reconciled to bavin' the kids  wear
toward him.    We had to shoot it.
"Bout a year after the sperment
Jim kem to me an' says: Davy, I
ain't got no kick���cause ye saved
my life an' I'm trooly thankful.
But I'm worried. I want ye to
come out to the bam till I show
you somethin' an'   ax yer   advice.
tails and bleat an' and gambol on
the green I guess���an finally anothei youngster kem an' it wa* a
boy. Jim kem to me with blood
in his eye an'sez: "Davy (���rocket,
yer an' ouery low down sneak. It
wuzn't enough fer ye to put nine
inches o' wool on my back an
Well, sir, Jim and me went into a    Hoi on thar, Jim,' sez I, stick   to
oat* bin an' dim peeled off his
hickry shirt and told me to feel his
back���an' 1 swan to goodness if he
didn't have wool onto it four
inches long. Sez, I: 'Jim' how
long has this been coming?' 'Bout
six months,' sez Jim. Then I fig-
gered on a shingle and sez: Jim,
ye got alxinanzer. She'll go twenty
the truth. It never was no more n
six inches long. 'It wuzn't enough,
sez he, ignorin' me, 'to put wool a
foot long on my back���but ye must
rig out my innercent offspring w ith
tails an' bleats and things so they
kain't go into sassiety!'
"Whut's the matter now.   Jim?'
sez I. astrokin my heard.     Ves do-
pounds   to the   shearin,  an'   two! drot ye���ye better  ax  whut's  the
shearins to tie year.    Its eight dol-  matter after ruinin' me and  mine
fer life!    'Didn't   I sarve   ye  life
con sari i ye?    sez  I,   git tin'   kinder
riled.    'Tain't no sign ye got  any
Lunny an' I can't  ask no  woman | right to play off joke* on me.   no-
to marry me with wool on my spine' how,' sez  he   sorter  sullen   like.
lars a vear clean   cash!'    'But,    I
��* T
ain't wantin' to   raise   wool,'   sez
Jim.    I'm wantin' to   marry   Sal
a foot deep.    What am I going to
do about it?'
"Then I seen Jim was in dead
earnest an' mighty worried, so i
says, '.Jim, there's only one way
outen it. Ye got to be sheared.'
Wall, to make a long story short,
I sheared him an'about a month
after that him an' Sal wa* spliced.
I sheared him once a month for a
whole year. Then Jim had a little
girl at his house an' he kem to me
'Didn't play no joke* off onto ye.
Tain't my fault that yer kids he/
split hoof an' tails an' chew cuds,
is it?'sez I, reel spiteful. 'Look
here Davy Crockett,' sez he, I kin
stan' moro offen you than anyboeh
but no man kain't poke fun at my
jKMir younguns. I didn't make no
perticler fuss about the bleats and
tails, but when this last yungun
kem along with horns on his head
I wa* clean put out and kem over Jut*,!**.)
here to kill ye.' An' then Jim
he drew a oie hosspistol and sez,
sez he, 'Davy, ye'd better pray.'
'Nary a pray,' sez I, an' I kicked
the pistol outer his nans an' we fit
all over the barn lot. Then Jim
got holt of a knife an' I grabbed
the hosspistol jest as he made a
slash at me an' left that there scar
on my neck. I hated to do it, but
it was Jim or me, an' I had a fam-
bly to, so I let him have it.
Last words he said wuz, 'Davy, I
fergiveye. I wouldn't minded the
tails an' bleats���but I couldn't
stand fer the horns.',
Can't write any more this time,
as Barnum wants us to help him
catch a snake for his side show.
Horace Greeley.
Evolution of Religion.
This is a world of constant
change. If we do not go forward
we must go backward, for thought
will not let us stand still: In religion the change* of a hundred, or
even twenty years is very noticeable. The priest and pastor are
not looked up to as infallible
guides, except by the most ignorant people. Creed revisions are
constantly taking place aud the old
style hell along with the garden of
Eden and other myths has lieen
shot full of holes. Upon the ruins
of old beliefs will be built a religion of more potency than the world
has ever known. It will be a religion of humanity, and will not deal
in ghosts nor drive people with the
lash of fear. It will not lie about
the past nor deal to any extent in
future*. It will aim to bring heaven into the daily pre*ent and will
never wave the red flag of hell lie-
fore the people in order to make
them be good and dig up. The old
time parsons and pries*> are losing
the graft they have had for centuries, and the march of progress
will soon sweep them all over the
dump into tho Gehenna of musty
creeds aud worn-out myths.
For many years, especially
among the Protestants, the churches have made little headway except where some magnetic preacher drew the crowd by sensational
methods. Nearly all churches are
are filled with critics, who smile
when a parson hands them oratorical ly something that cannot be
demonstrated by facts. Except to
the densely ignorant and unthinking, nothing unreal or visionary
will any longer pass muster.
In the past the progress of free
thought was hampered by severe
penalties. To exercise reason aud-
dibly was the signal for an introduction to a toad-haunted'dungeon
or the thumb screws of the Inquisition. The church when it
held the cinch always made a man
lay down his hand without asking
any questions. In these days
thanks to the noble reformers of
the past, there need be no fear of
priestly frowns. When a religious
teacher comes forward with a faith
he realize* that it is liable to be
torn to piece* by those who are
greater in intellectual power, the
people, except, sometimes those
very low in intellect, no longer
swallow any story that has the
word God attached to it.
The evolution of thought is  not
very swift in Canada.    In  religion
the   Canadians  are   conservative.
They are prone to following whatever creed their parents taught them
without    giving it much   thought.
Most of them are fond   of chasing
the   cent   during   the  week   and
think if they go to some temple on
Sunday and sing the nnme  of   Jesus out loud that they are religious.
No   man   can   be   truly   religi us
without deep  thought.    To  go  to
church and listen to  some  human
parrot  mouthing   the  lessons   he
!ha* learned in a theological factory
is not being religious.    It is merely
i conforming to  custom for  fear   of
social penalties or   for the   money
that comes to those who follow t''e
fashion and always sit in the front
pews.    The Canadians   as a   class
may think they are good, but their
minds are too narrow to  le  really
good in the highest meaning of the
word.    If the church  in   Canada
would keep up with the progress of
the age. it must  brush away   the
cobwebs of old ideas anel allow the
light of reason to shine through its
windows until every   congregation
is sun-bnrnt with the  golden   rule.
This is an age in which the dollar is really the god most people
worship, and to combat its influence we must havc a stronger religion than any now in general use.
We want a ohurch based on love
and reason. Wo want parsons who
will teach the power of love and
truth with all fairy tales left out
We want a religion that will instil
into the human race that the only
life to live is one of unselfishness,
one in which love rules and that as
we think so do we live.    We want
a religion that will convince people
of the folly of greed, envy hatred,
and all the thoughts that make a
tempest in the soul and misery in
the body. We want a religion that
will make all the world platonic
lovers. Tbe old church has failed,
so let us have one with more stop-
ing ground and no narrow tunnels.
An Unexpected Call.
A distinguished Episcopal clergyman was once called upon to officiate at a fashionable summer resort
church, and   finding only a short
surplice and no cassock in the vestry, was very much   disturbed   at
the thought of having to appear in
a vesture   that   to   the   frivolous
would look like a white  shirt and
trousers.    But a happy inspiration
crime to him.    Why not wear  one
of his wife's black petticoats?   Tbe
portion that would show lielow the
surplice would   look   exactly  like
the regulation cassock, and no one
would ever be the   wiser.    So  he
hurriedly sent one of   his   ushers,
with an explanatory  note   to   his
wife in the hotel,  and in the  nick
of time the petticoat arrived.
The makeshift turned out   to be
a perfect success, and no  one at a
distance could tell that he was not
I wearing a cassock.  After the close
j of the service he decided to go out
I to the body of the church   without
I taking off his  robes,    in   order  to
greet some friends.    And  he   was
Boon the center of a group of fashionable women, when an Irishmaid
from the hotel came up   and in  a
loud voice said to  him: ' Yer riverence, the missus   sint   me after
her petticoat that ye do be wearin,'
an' I wuz to wait   till ye   take  it
off.���New York Tribune.
Sermons about miracles, like
other marvelous stories, are often
very amusing, but when the
preacher gravel}' argues for their
truthfulness it make* the cynical
laugh and the judicious grieve. It
is a wonder that the preachers
them selves do not laugh when they
preach the*e absurdities.���Charles
W. Pearson. "The Carpenter Prophet."
"Kind words butter no parsnips," says the proverb. Well, if
they fnrnish the butter and the
parsnip, what more have you a
right to expect?���Spudville Philosopher. SIS
{Jm.T, im
Prodigal Ba tighter
By K��t. Au��tln **S'S>S>S��,K��**'S��
This morning while looking over
several copies of Lucifer preparatory to sending them out, I came
to Dr. Climer's review of "The
Prodigal Daughter," in which he
makes a strong plea for a society to
save "fallen women," asserting
that there are "societies to prevent
cruelty to animals, children, etc.,
while this class of women are
looked upon as worse than beasts,"
and that he thinks that "though a
woman may have fallen, she is
better than the best of beasts,
therefore is worth saving." The
good doctor then close* by saying,
"If yon think this is work an
honest and noble man should help,
do your part, as I am trying to
form such a society, not to make
money, but to help fallen humanity."
Now I do not question the sincere motive that actuates Dr. Cly-
nier to attempt this movement.
But he has advanced an idea that
always arouse* my bitterest antagonism, and that is, that there is a
class of unfortunate beings known
as fallen women whom auother
class in society who pass muster as
an immaculate creatures of
different mould, should stoop to lift
out of their degradation. Let me
say this, the only way to help a so-
called fallen woman is to refuse
point blank to recognize that she
is fallen. The people who ostracise and set apart a fellow being
for an act which takes two opposite
sexes to consummate, who consider
one fallen, while they tacitly absolve the other, are responsible for
the fallen women. They are the
ones who need missionaries, not
our sisters. Why should we consider a woman "fallen" who sells
her body and not consider the party
who buys such merchandise as
"fallen"? And for morality's sake
why not start a society woman to
save fallen men? Why not do a little missionary work among the
male who create a market for prostitution? It is a law of the business
world that "the demand regulates
the supply," and iu the world of
sex prostitution there are two
forces that create both the demand
and the supply one is the restriction of the sexual nature by  law
and custom, the other is economic
slavery. In a free society man
could not prostitute his sex nature
he would not have the oppotunity
any more than he would have the
desire. It is as natural for the
sexual passion to seek a mutual response as it is for water to run
down an incline; any deviation
from this law is caused from outside interference.
To force water by artificial
means to flow in opposition to its
natural law, is often a great help to
man in various ways, but to force
the sexual nature, to pre vert it
from following its orignal law leads
to dire results always. Then let
us spend all our energy in putting
down false ideas, and the institution that supports industrial slavery, and not build houses of refuge
or societies to save "fallen women." There is no reason on
earth why a female prostitue cannot make as good a citizen as a
sexual prostitute of the male class,
no reason on earth if we will treat
her with the respect that we accord to her partner in prostitution.
But we insult her when we talk of
"homes of refuge," of "saving societies..' we place her by these
very acts on a lower level, seper-
ate her fiom ourselves and fellow
prostitute, brand her as a fallen being who needs uplifting by us
"goody goody" people, and therefore degrade her in her own eye* and
still a secret hostility against her
fellow creature* in her heart. The
prostitute is no fool, she knows
that frequently that far worse
characters than the despised woman of the street ornament our
churches, our ethical societies, and
compose that class of city fathers
who regulate her business. She
sees them honored by all, she sees
the "good Samaritan" who condescends to talk of "uplifting', the
"fallen woman" walking arm in
arm with those who buy the merchandise of the scarlet woman,
treating thern as equals, often as
superiors. Our sisters see all this
and curse* this false society and
drowns her care in drink, and
looks with contempt at a "saving
What wonder? Who amongst us
will admit that we need a saving
society? This outcust woman is as
human and sensitive as we are in
this respect. There is but one way
for us to do, and that is to treat
every prostitute as an equal, look
neither above nor below, but direct into two eyes tbat mirror our
reflection, talk of things that will
interest her, whether it be of the
flavor of beer, the colors that she
loves to wear, or of books or people. Never presume to preach to
her, the victim, nor dare advise
her to seek a new method of livelihood. If she should, it might
throw a dear respectable woman
friend of yours out of a job. This
is not merely sarcasm, but the
truth. The iron law of necessity
forced her into this industry.
If you would preach, go to the
class who are the real criminals,
the mental prostitute, the men and
women of high intellect who sell
the use of th-ir brains for place
and power and gold. Here is the
source of the foul spring that burst
forth ages ago, in the swamp of ignorance to pollute humanity. The
women or men that prostitute their
sex natures, injure only themselves. The class who prostitute a
noble intellect not only degrade
themselves, but degrade and enslave the race through their false
teachings. They alone are the
truly "fallen," the arch murderers
of natural gift* that would glorify
ancl free the race if rightfully used.
There can be no refuge from vice
under conditions that naturally
create vice. The only help we can
render our sisters who have fallen
under tbe ban of society, is for
each one of us, publicly by speech
and action to refuse to ostracise
them, treat them as equals, as we
do the male prostitute, and without doubt' we will hear the last of
the "fallen women." But if we
organize a saving society we openly
place them in an inferior position
and ally ourselves with that hypocritical society which has ever crucified woman and held ber as responsible for man's vices a* well
as her own.
As for refuge* for illegitimate
mothers the less said the better.
I personally know a number that I
would not dare insult with my pity
let alone offer them a refuge. They
have proved themselves abundantly
able to care for themselves and infants. In regard to a refuge for
married women I am not so posi-
! July. 1901)
tive. Many of them are in such
sore need of a refuge tbat I would
not withhold assistance from such
a project.
Which is Right.
The shadows lay along Broadway,
'Twas near the twilight tide,
And slowly there a lady fair
Was walking in her pride.
Alone she walked; but viewlessly,
Walked spirits by her side.
Peace charmed the street beneath   her
And Honor charmed the air;
And all astir looked kind on her,
And called her good and fair���
For all God ever gave to her
She kept with chary care.
She kept with care her beauties rare
From lovers warm and true,
For her heart was cold to all but gold,
And thc rich came not to woo���
But honored well are chartnes to sell
If priest the sellings do.
Now walking there was one more fair���
A slight, girl lily-pale;
And she had unseen company
To make the spirit quail���
'Twixt Want ami   Scorn   she walked
Aud nothing could avail.
No mercv now can clear her brow
For this world's peace to pray;
For as love's wild prayer dissolved  in
Her woman's heart gave  way!
But   the   sin   forgiven   by   Christ in
By man is curved always!
���N. P. Willis.
An Exhortation.
Will Moody, sou and successor
at Northfield of the late Dwight L.
Moods, tells the followiug story,
apropos of recent theological events
about a young convert in the Salvation Army, who, earnest and
zealous, was imbued with the idea
that he must speak to every one on
the subject of religion. He was
especially moved one day while
traveling to address a somewhat
austere individual seated just in
front of him. Touching him on
the shoulder, he put the usual
question: "My brother are you a
"Sir," was the reply, and perhaps with a shade of impatience,
"I'm a professor in a theological
But this only seemed to call for
renewed effort, and the young man
was equal to it.
"My dear brother," he said, "as
you value your soul, don't let a
thing like that stand between you
and the Lord."���Times.
Denounces Vaccination
Error is mighty and prevaileth
long. Vaccination is a fraud, upheld by falsehood and fabricated
statistics. Its advocates reiterate
the exploded Franco-German sta-
stisties that 23,000 French soldit rs
died of smallpox because they were
unvaccinated, while the Germans
lost only 278. French soldiers were
vaccinated and revaccinated by
compulsion, as well as the Germans
in the Franco-German war.
Another lie is that only since the
vaccination law of 1874 has Prussia been free from smallpox. The
Prussian vaccination law was passed
in 1835 and ha* I ecu rigidly carried
out ever since. Iu 1871-72 the
greatest smallpox epidemic of modern time* prevailed in Germany.
Another lie is that the smallpox epidemic of 1885 prevailed because
the city was unvaccinated. More
than 1,400 of the deaths from
smallpox were of vaccinated persons, as shown by the official records.
In August 1885, the editor of the
New York Sun announced that in
that city, where vaccination was
not compulsory, the disease had almost disappeared; while in Loelon,
where most stringent compulsory
laws prevailed, the smallpox was
raging. I then wrote to the editor
as follows:
Vaccination was made compulsory in
England in 1853, again in 1867, and still
more stringint in 1871. Now, mark the
result as given in the vital statistics
authorized by Parliament. Since the
first year named England has been visited by three epidemics ol smallpox,
each more severe than the proceeding,
as appears from the following   figures:
Epidemic of��� Deaths.
1857-58 59 14,194
1863-64 65 19,816
1870-71-72 44,631
What wonder that the English
vaccination laws have lieen partially repealed. The anti-vaccina-
tionists are always able to demolish
the pretensions of their adversaries.
It is sanitary regulations and not
vaccination which abates the ravages of smallpox.���Wm. Henry
Gonsoling possibility.
Recently a visitor to a London
work house found an old Irish woman in one of the wards very ill
and thought that she should see
the priest at once. A few daysjaf-
terward, when the old woman had
rallied a little, the visitor  said to
her, "Well, Mrs. O'Connor, did
the priest come to you?" She replied, "Yes, avic," but I was surprised to find a gentleman like him
so ignorant." "Ignorant! What
do you mean?" "Shure, he knows
no Irish." (Mrs. O'Connor knew
her prayers in Irish, but could not
say them in English). "Well, that
is unfortunate," the lady replied.
"Yes," said tbe old woman, "and
the crature was so fretted about it
I said to him, 'Well, never mind,
Father, God Almighty understands almost all languages, and
who knows but he might understand the English."
Don't Turn Around.
A funny story comes from Boston, where they have been having
a season of grand opera.
During the presentation of "La
Tosca" a number of Italians, sitting in a box became convulsed with
laughter. As Tern in a was in the
midst of her impassioned love song
to Hario, the people about them
first wondered what they were
laughing at, and then became incensed at the foreigners. Finally
an usher was sent to them to find
out the cause of so much   hilarity.
"Do you know what Ternina is
"No," answered the   attendant.
"Well, instead of a love song,
she is singing in impassioned accents: 'Don't turn around; your
trousers are torn. Don't turn
around your trousers are torn."
Sandy Thomas has a wife whose
tongue was quite equal to the task
of "cleaving a miller." One very
wet, windy night, as the minister
was passing the joiner's house, he
was surprised to see Sandy standing in the midst of the rain,
"Dear me," said the minister,
"what are you doing outside on a
night like this?" "Oh, I'm sheltering frae th' storm," said Sandy,
somewhat sadly. "Man, it's nae-
thing ootside tae what it's inside.
A Chicago man in his pleadings
in a divorce case describes his married life as "a living, blazing, festering, blistering, never-ending torment, to which the horrors of hell
itself would be sweet music; a blessed recreating source of joy and
happiness!" That is a pretty tough
martial deal even for Chicago.
Unit, 19
0Rly to be a KiRg
Would Rather edit a Paper on Wind ^  ^  ^ ^
This is the month of June aud
my mind drifts towards kings. I
have met in my time as many as
four kings in a group, but they
were not of the kind that the world
runs after, as the children of a village do after a circus procession.
They were kings fierce in their destructive power and soulless as an
American trust. However, with
the chips, they passed in tfie night,
leaving nothing behind except a
trace of better days.
It is a calamity for a man to be a
king���a real, fat king���born into
the slavery of royalty by the whim
of circumstances. I would rather
edit this journal and exist upon the
vapor of a suppressed income than
trade places with Bertie of Guelph.
Poor Edward! Just think of the
misery that he must endure in this,
the maiden month of summer; as
a penalty for being born in a royal
bed. Listen to the world how it
talks about him! Surely his ears
must be burned to a crisp. The
ceaseless jabber goes on about the
high-priced harlots he has brushed
against in the past; about the booze
that has trickled down his blue-
blooded throat, and the many beans
that he has pushed across the green
clothl But I cannot believe these
stories about our noble King, for
hearsay is flimsy stuff, and any fool
can push it along. Edward may
have painted a few towns red when
the fires of youth were strong, but
it cannot be proven by me for I
have never seen him touch the
boozerine, flirt with easy virtue, or
trust his gold to the turning of a
card. I would fain believe that
Edward has always been a monument of whiteness, but with the opportunities ever within his grasp
he would be a king of men inleed
if he had not at some time or other
slipped off the straight trail and
rolled down the hill of temptation
into the hot meadows of unhallowed
But they are crowning him King
of England. Not because his gigantic intellect or dominating
genius fits him for the position, but
simply because it is the way of
England, and Edward is not responsible. It is not necessary to
have brains in order to be Eng
land's King. Accident of birth is
all that is necessary. An idiot
would hold the job equally the
same as a genius, provided he stood
next in line to a deceased monarch.
Albert Edward is no doubt a good
fellow, but if he was detached from
his relations and thrown suddenly
on the cold world he would probably find it difficult to earn more
than a guinea a week. Monarchy
may be a good thing but it offers
no inducement* for competition in
brains. It is a trust rendered impregnable by custom. If it was
otherwise Kitchener would probably be London's man god this
As I remarked before, the life of
a king must be full of misery. He
must always have his boots blackened and his clothes put on according to rule. He cannot paint a
town red or buck a poker game
without having all the neighbors
hear about it. He cannot hike
along the pike for a few miles
without having the plebians point
at him and murmur in accent* low
aud awe-like, "There 'e goes! 'Is
Royal 'Ighness," "H-aint 'e lovely?" He cannot move around in
society without starched shirt* or
grant favors without riising a jealous hell  among those  unnoticed.
He must go to church and listen
j to fat bishops mumble the same old
prayer and hum the same old song.
He cannot make a tour of the world
without running the risk of being
leaded by some crazy fool whose
muddled brain imagines that all
our troubles have their headwaters
at the base of a throne. In addition to the thousand and one miseries that crowd the hairs off a
king's head comes the Coronation
Day. The sufferings of such an
event must be excruciating to the
leading character. At the event
this month Edward has to wear a
suit that cost $5,000. Think of the
agony he would suffer if some of
the buttons wero to fly galley west
just as the crown nestled o'er his
cranium. Or if his flowing robes
should catch in a nail at the crucial
moment. Where; oh, where!
would he be? Probably in the soup
of mortification. The Coronation
takes place in  a church,  and  the
ceremony is calculated to awe the
common mortal mind. Archbishops will be thick as bee* on a
cluster of roses. Fossilized ceremonies, centuries old, will be
brought into play. Songs will be
sung, prayers will be said, and the
presence of the Holy Gb/>f?* invoked
a la Anglican church route. Oil
will be put on the King's hair, and
finally an archbishop will receive
his kiss, which we suppose is intended to make church and state
solid. The King will have placed
upon him, by the Dean of Westminster, the robe* and sword, and
he will be presented with a Bible
a la Sunday School style. Edward
will solemnly offer wine and bread
for communion, and then after
more praying and more singing the
King will make his gifts to the
church and be allowed to escape,
provided he survives all the earthly
pomp that human minds throw
around a ceremony of this kind.
It is my sincere wish that Edward will be able to stand the strain
of all this foi-de-rol, aud that he
will keep his upper stope clear
while all London clamors for front
seat* and more beer: but I again
thank Providence that I am not a
statutory king. It must be awful
punishment, especially when it
comes to kissing a fat archbishop.
However, such things will be just
as long as the world nods it* approval and shove* up the expense.
Long live the King.
bike the Three Shells*
Easy boy had money at one time
ar.d lived in Toronto. He read the
papers with great care, and when
the mining stock fever broke out he
wa* among the first to catch it, He
read of Bagstock putting in his
millions, and with the delirium
of greed jerking at his brain, he
blew his pile for nice certificates all
printed in blue and gold, Then
he sat down and waited for thc
mines to grow and shed blossoms
of gold all over his bank account.
There were others. Years rolled
along the pike of time, and Easy-
boy turned up in Bossland with
several trunks full of tenderly kept
and bright-faced certificates. Hunting up an old citizen he inquired
aliout the Little Three mine.
"Oh, it had hard luck. Just after
the money stopped coming from the
east, a lioulder rolled into the shaft
aud choked it to death. Then some JOLT not.)
Klondyke fellow stole the shaft
and took it north. At least it
could not be found when the diroc-
tors went to view the remains."
"And what became of the Big
"It gradually climbed into the
million dollar class, but one sad
day the fish diet did not arrive
from Toronto and it faded back into an iron cap for lack of nourishment."
"And the Beer Laik?"
"It loomed for a long tune, and
once or twice a speck of yellow
metal was seen in the dismal recesses of the gash in it* side, but,
although the best kind of printers
ink was used as an explosive, the
rock would not give up it* treasure and the mine drifted into a
"And the Black and Red?''
"It flew high for a time, but just
as soon as eastern gamblers got all
their money up, the manager
turned a double O, shut down the
works and struck out for Seattle."
"Was the Public ever worked?"
"Oh! ye* very extensively. Be-|
side two miners always kept on the
hill nearly a thousand brokers were
employed. The ore produced
ran high in wine, printers ink, private tips, and cipher telegrams.
While the Public lasted it was a
great producer, but a candle mining expert slid into the shaft and
blew up the whole works with his
"And the Hard Times?"
"Still working a full force.
However none of the eastern folks
have anv of the stock as it is all
held by Bossland people.'
"The Last Cent, Oil Process,
High Hopes, Busted Expectations,
English Capital and a few more
aie still doing a little but Printers
Ink ha* finished, although at
one time it shipped more ore than
anything else in the camp. The
Promoter has been sold by the
sheriff and is used for storing live
cent beer.
"Pray what bex'ame of the two
millions that the Great Libexof the
Blooan had stopeel out in the" eastern papers?"
"The hole is still there, but a
slide came down one clay and
washed the two millions down the
creek to New Denver, and a hungry bull dog swallowed the mass at
one gulp."
Then Easyboy slowly slid out of
the city, one tie at a time and  lit
tered all tbe mountain side with
the fragments of his golden dream,
and mumbled as he stumbled, about
the iron cap that glitters in the sun
and tbe fool that might as well be
The Same God.
When it comes to being religious
the Boers and the   Spaniards   can
give England and the United State*
more than half the deck   and   win
out   every     time.    Nearly every
Spaniard is an expert at   counting
beads, making cross   signs and   is
seldom without a little pewter Jesus under his coat, while the Boers
often used the bible   for  a pillow
and can reel off a   sermon like  a
self-cocking gun firing bullets. One
is a slave to the   oldest and  most
material of all Christian religions,
while the other follows the old Puritan   trail to a finish.    In spite of
this, and the fact that they   incessantly prayed to  God   for victory,
they could not wipe the   Britishers
or the Yankees off the  earth,  and
were both forced to go   down   the
back stejis into tbe shadow of   defeat and lie down   with   the subdued, while in civilized  churches,
a great hurrah was sent up to the
Lord by   the   victors.    From   my
perch in the tree of reason, it looks
tome as though His Old Nibs from
hell had more to do with war than
a God who is represented  by   parsons as being the supreme essence
of all that we call good.    Then  in of war why not pray to  the
devil for assistance?   I   have never
known a parson who   had a   good
word for him, and  although   they
tell us to love cur enemies, they do
not   seem   to   practice the advice
when   Nick is   up for   discussion.
They invariably give it to him   on
the hoofs and clo all in their power
to break up his little game and and
put him ou the  hike.    They  have
flooded his place of   business, boycotted him, blackened  his   reputation and loosted so strong  for the
other house that one would   think
that he would never recover.  But,
especially when war breaks out he
fattens   and strikes   out    like   a
pugilist after   a   big   purse.    His
page ads are seen|everywhere, and
where the lust of gold and   power
tears the human souls, he takes advantage of  the market,   fills up
with fresh fuel, shovels everything
that he can into his kitty and when
the game of mortal fools is over, he
laughs at  the   wreck   they   have
made and wonders how prayers to
God can bring back their dead, restore wasted treasure or heal   the
hearts of those   upon   whom the
cruel, red hand of legalized murder
bas laid its   incubus.    For ages,
armies     pitted      against      each
other in deadly strife for  supremacy, have prayed to the same Bible
God, entreating him to bless   their
bloody work and hoist the flag  Of
victory over their battalions.    For
ages, the strongest have triumphed
over the weak,   but  the  delusion
about God has never been conquered. Every war is prefaced and finished by prayer.    Every army has
chaplains behind it roaring to God
for victory.    The world is seemingly  not intelligent  enongh  to do
without this expensive farce before,
during or after any war.
When the next conflict between
Christian nations is in flower, I
I would like to sen one side pray
to Satan and the other to God. L��t
the test equipped army pray to Satan and I will wager my bank account to a gun wad that the God
shooters will be the first to lay
down their arras in tearful submission to the greater force.
A Farerjuell.
Though I go forth, I face the dark with
Think not that for love's sake life
starves for song;
That which thou   canst not give   may
yet be bringing
Bread to the soul and wine that mak-
eth strong.
hove is the manna that grows with the
Thine is the gift, but mine the endless store;
Pain, the keen note tfiat thrills to fuller living.
Calls to the heart across a boundless
Into the night I go, but not   without
Though never more beside me whilst
I sing;
The splendor of the  stars  is around
about me,
And with the dawn,  life mounts on
higher wings?
���Virginia Woodward Cloud in Atlantic.
A well-known judge on a Virginia circuit was recently reminded
very forcibly of his approaching
baldness by one of his rural acquaintances. "Jedge," drawled
the farmer, (it won't be so very long
'fo you'll have to tie a string
around yer hed to tell how fer up
to wash yer face,"
I ill it '-���*���-'"    ���������- ' s����
BorR a 51a veto Lust
Mrs. L. H. Harris, of Georgia,
is a woman who has hold   of the
stick by the right  end.   She  says
that the njgro race in the south is
a bad race because its mothers are
bad.   That is  a  fact.    Her  prescription  for the amelioration  of
the  southern   negro  and   for his
mental, moral, physical and financial improvement is:   Educate the
negro mother.   That is sense. The
development of man or woman begins in the child and the development of the   child   begins  at   its
mother's breast.    No stream flows
purely which has a  contaminated
Boource.    The eradication     f   the
negro evil must begin at the beginning  and   the   beginning   is   the
mother.    If the mother be honest,
industrious, virtuous and God-fearing she will transmit something of
these qualities to her children and
she w<ll impart much more of them
by word of mouth,   by   hand   and
example.    The negro home will be
a clean, respectable and  reputable
home when the wife in it is  clean,
respectable and reputable.   Not before.   There is,   as   Mrs.   Harris
points out, a   school   in   Atlanta,
founded by Rockefeller and devoted
to the education of   negro girls  in
such things as they are competent
to know and   particularly   in  the
moralities.    It is called the Spell-
man institute and it is doing  more
for the elevation of the race than all
of the fat,   black,   greasy,   salary-
drawing,  lecherous "bishops"  on
earth. This woiuau writer has contributed to the New   York   Independent an article   in explanation
of the negro rapist,  telling whence
he comes and giving   the   remedy
for him.    As the things   she states
so frankly are    within   the   common knowledge of every southerner they are proluced here in quotation marks.
"Iu a former article I said that
such a criminal is a product. He
is not like Topsy, who 'jest
growed.' He has an ancestry. I
said he was a bastard son of a bastard mother. My purpose now is
to call attention* to the debased
motherhood of the negro race in
the South. Nowhere in the civilized world can there be found a
more forlorn   spectacle   than this
[Jotr, imk
woman.   She is reared in a home
where  neither   husband nor wife
preserves the sane* ity of the  marriage vows, among   brothers  and
sisters who are often bastards   beneath the cloak of   wedlock.   She
is seduced before she   reaches the
age of puberty.    She becomes any
man's mistress, every man's victim.
To speak of a negro woman's virtue
is to excite a smile.    In the experience and observation of the Southern mind it does   not   exist.    She
never knew it.  Often her feet have
taken hold of hell before the dawn
of spiritual   consciousness.    Like
Dn   Manner's     heroine,    Trilby,
when she comes to herself   she   is
already     damned.     She   is   the
doomed   daughter    of   a   mother
hardened by crimes and   poverty;
she is the victim of savage moods
and brutal chastisements from   infancy.    On this account   she   falls
an easy prey to   the   first wretch
that approaches her with  deceitful
kindness.    The conditions  of   her
life    are   inhumanly    hard,  aud
though her tastes are still   barbarous, she is the most beauty loving
of all women.    There is no principle in her which discriminates between things, and names one  virtue and the other vice. She chooses
therefore,   quickly,     that   which
means a little softness, a little flamingo brightening of a desolate  life,
as fleeting as the vagabond velvet
on a butterfly's wings.    Her children draw in   with   their   mother's
milk lust and  prostitution.    They
are bred in dishonor.
You will say the white man is
also involved deeply in the wrong
done this woman. I will not attempt to deny his guilt or palliate
it. ���- I am concerned only to state
the fact* aliout the moral status of
the negro woman in the South;
and the fact* are that prostitution
is the rule and not the exception
among them. It is the rule because
she has no protector. No man resents this woman's dishonor. The
negro father who discovers his unmarried daughter eneiente, if the
situation is resented at all, beats
her at ouce. If she miscarries, so
much the better. But the real
criminal, whether he is a white
man or a negro, never is punished.
The reason is the negro at present
is a parasite race. He lacks self
respect and virtue, and thero is a
curious impotency in a lack of virtue.
"A race never rises in integrity
above the morality and virtue of
the mothers of that raoe. On this,
and the esteem iu which they hold
their women, depends their moral
status. The negro lacks honor
and noble ambitions, and is lustful
and profligate because his mother
is the victim of shameful corruption. This pit of dishonor is the
womb from wbich he comes, talented with all the vices, having in
him only a murdered capacity for
virtue. The wonder is that he is
not a veritable Caliban.
"It is at the knees of pure mothers, beneath the blessings of tender
hands, the boy receives his deepest
and most lasting impressions of
God. Your young black theologue
may cease to be a criminal, and he
may even get a bastards longing
for high ideals, but out of his loins
and out of the breast of his impure
wife will come their heritage of
prostitute daughters aud vicious
sons, as surely as the seeds of the
poppies will flower next year into
scarlet bloom again. Let your experimental philanthropist give
more for the training and education for this race and if the negro
is capable of virtue they need never
spend another dollar for her black
sons. Their ultimate salvation will
then lie assured. Aud though you
bestow all of your good for the education of the negro ancl though
you give your body to burned for
his sake it will profit him nothing
so long as the mothers of his race
are in their present state of degradation."
Some writers, while forced to admit the terrible truths of the foregoing, have a fashion of asserting
that the white men of the south
are responsible for tbe negro woman's lack of virtue, yet the statement is nonsensical on the face of
it. It is true that in slave times
the master had liarional rights
over tbe bodies of properties, male
ancl female alike, yet those rights
were exercised in comparatively
few instance*. The* proportionate
number of owners was so small
that, had they lieen universally
lecherous, thoy would have only
been able to make only a slight im-
pressiou on the enormous black
throng by  which they   were  sur- July, iont.|
rounded. In the south today the
comparative number of mulattos
and other mixed bloods is
tesimal. They do not exist in a
ratio of one to twenty. To find
mulattos and quadroons in seeming quantity it is necessary to
come north, where they have been
produced legally in the states where
they permit miscegenation. Nor
was miscellaneity encouraged or
even permitted by slave owners,
for the simple, but all sufficient
reason that miscellaneity prejudices
reproduction, and the slave holders
were in the business of breeding
slaves. A cattleman would just as
soon think of herding twenty bulls
with twenty heifers. It was always possible for slaves to get married if they chose. Marriage
among them was encouraged. Generally they did not choose. They
had a process which they called
"taking up." A black man would
"take up" with a black woman
by his owner's consent Aff��r the
birth of their first child, and often
lefore it was born, he was forced to
continue "taking up" with her only through fear of the master's whip.
The truth is that for a thousand
centuries the black woman has been
common to many men. She has
lieen a chattel. She comes from a
lengthy line of libidinous ances-
tresses. Sexual passion is as much
a matter of breeding as big feet.
The iiegreft* of the plantations
when given to some healthy male
would be sometime true to him.
Oftener she would risk her ebon
hide night after night climbing
fences ten feet high to get to some
other man. The baleful fire of unchaste amour blazes more fiercely
in African veins than in any other
race of beings.
Rape in the south is the direct
result of emancipation. The negro
male of ante helium time* stood
more iu dread of a certain whip
than he does of a possible mob.
Moreover he has been filled with
ie^as about the rights of man by
traveling scoundrels who lie to him
first and then swindle him after.
He is told repeatedly that he is
free; that the land really belongs to
him, because he works it; that he
is as good as a whiteman if not
better; that white women withhold
their favors from him because of an
unjustifiable race prejudice. He
sees that they are more dainty,
more appetizing than the females
of his own kind.   He believe* they
are a million times more desirable.
The natural result follows. He is
infini- j inflamed to lunacy by brooding upon forbidden delights. He has lost
the wholesome respect for Superiors which once held him in check.
He perceives numerous opportunities. When his crime is committed
he is invariably killed, which is a
good thing.
Prom One Long Dead.
What! You here in the moonlight and
thinking of me?
Is it you, O my comrade, who laughed
at my jestr
But you wept when I told you I longed
to be free,
And you mourned for awhile when
they laid me at rest
I've been dead all these years! and   tonight in your heart,
There's astir of emotion, a vision that
It's my face in uie moonlight that gives
you a start,
It's my name that iu joy rushes up to
your lips!
Yes, I'm youug, oh, so young, and so
little that I know!
A mere child that is learning to walk
and to run;
While I grasp at Uie shadows that wave
to and fro
I am dazaled a bit by the light of the
I am learning the lesson, I try to grow
But at night I am baffled and worn
bv the strife;
I am humbled, and then there's an impulse to rise,
And a voice whispers, "Onward and
win! This is Lite!"
And the Force that is drawing me up
to the Height,
That inspires me   and   thrills me���
each day a new birth.
Is the Force that to Chaos said,  "Let
there be Light!"
And it gave   us   sweet   glimpses  of
Heaven   on Earth.
It is Love! and you know it and feel it,
my Soul!
For you love me in spite of the grave
and its bars.
And it moves the whole Universe on to
its goal,
And it draws frail  Humanity  up to
the stars! ��� Kgbert Bridges.
The assumption,���that the oath
is worthless of a person who does
not believe in a future state-
would be maintained by no one
who had the smallest conception
how many of the persons in greatest repute in the world, both for
virtue and attainments, are well
known, at least to their intimates,
to be unbelievers. The rule, besides, is suicidal, and cuts away
ite own foundation. Under pretense
that Atheists must be liars,  it ad
mits tbe testimony of all Atheists
wbo are willing to lie, and reject
only those who brave the obloquy
of publicly confessing a detested
creed rather than affirm a falsehood.���John Stuart Mill.
Phi losphy from Thoreau
We should impart to others
courage, and not our dispair;
health and ease, and not our
I would have each one be very
careful to find out and pursue his
own way in making his home, and
not his father's or his mother's or
his neighbor's instead.
To maintain one's self on this
earth is not a hardship, but a pastime, if we live simply and wisely.
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
and have it all to myself than be
crowded on a velvet cushion.
The improvements of ages have
had but little influence on the essential laws of man's existence.
Not Work to Preach.
A minister who used to preach
in Sonierville had a little boy. A
few days before his father left the
city to go to his new parish one of
the neighbors said to the little boy:
"So your father is going to work in
New Bedford, is he?"
The little boy looked up wondering.
"On, no," he said, "only
preach.'' ���Trained     Motherhood.
Not Qualified.
A Scotch minister from a large
town once visited and preached in
a rural parish was asked to
pray for rain. He did so, and the
rain came in flood and destroyed
some of the crops, whereupon one
elder remarked to another:
"This comes o' entrusting sic a
lequest to a meenister who isna a
acquentit wi' agriculture."
Needs  Revising.
"Put not your trust in riches,"
said the clerical-looking man in
the rusty coat.
"I don't," replied tbe prosperous-looking individual. "I put
my riches in trusts."���Chicago
The larger the income the harder
to live within it.���Whately. .��.,,.,.,.,i, >��i1.��.W*��'����-t����ni'
��,*��� *
{Jolt, lstt
Bill's In Trouble.
I've got a  letter, parson, from ray   son
away out west,
An' my heart is as heavy as an anvil, in
my breast.
To think the boy whose futur' I had once
so proudly" planned
Should wander from tie path o' right an*
come to such a&end!
I told him when he left* us. only   three
short years ago,
He'd find himself a plowing in a mighty
crooked row���   -
He'd miss his father's   counsel and   his
mother's prayers, too.
But he said the farm was hateful, an'   he
guessed he'd have to go.  ���
I know thar's big temptation fora youug-
ster in the West.
But I believed our Billy had the courage
*       to resist;
' An''-when he left I warned  him   o'   the
ever waiting snares
That lie like   hidden   sarpints   in  life's
pathway evervwheres.
But Bill he promised  faithful to be keer-
ful. an allowed
That he'd build a reputation tbat   would
make us mighty proud.
But it seems as how mv counsel  has  sort
o' faded from his mind.
An' now the boy's in trouble o' the  very
wurstest kind!
His letters came so seldom that I   somehow sort o' knowed
That Billy was a tramping on %  mighty
rocky road.
But never once itnagined that* he'd bow
my head in shame.
An' in the dust'd waller his old   daddy's
honored name.
He writes from .out in   Denver,   au the
story's mighty short:
1 just can't tell his mother; it'll crush her
poor ol' heart!
An' so I reckon, parson, you might break
the news to her���
Bill's in the Legislator' ��� But he does not
sav what fer.
Many a pretty woman is like a
splendid landscape���often prolts
more in the admiring than in the
possessing. ��� ���   .*  ��� *~\   ��      ��
The" difference between a wise
man ahd other men is, that the wise
man gets along with more things���
and without more things.    '
If it ever gets out among the
boys thai a "little learning is a
dangerous thing we will see them
all scurrying in that direction.
"Live and let live" is good, but
it would be in better standing if
the bacteria, mosquitoes, and grasshoppers would vote the affirmative.
Originaly capital punishment was
the process by which a criminal lost
his head; but now it comes to be
the performance in which some one,
chosen by acclamation, is burned
at a stake, in enn si deration of
which the rest of the couutryside
willingly loses its head.
Walk by faith and not by reason
is the only sure foundation for the
gospel system,* therefore theologians should stick to the faith and
leave reason alone, as only fit to be
exercised by the worldly-minded.
In other words, you must make a
sacrifice of your brains iu order to
become a fit subject for heaven.���
Don Allen. i4The Resurrection of
Spudville Philosophy.
A deserved dime lieats a donated
. Let the woodpile be larger  than
the stove. *
I need no one on my side, if
whiskey is on the inside of my opponent.
Those bald-headed office-holders
have "slipped their wool" from
overfeeding. g
The difference betweeu rheumatism ancl founder is, that horses
have founder.
As a big, red barn attracts tbe
strolling agent, so a high dike beckons the gopher.
My neighbor says I'm lucky and
he is unlucky, which, is true, but
not specific;  he sold  calve*   and
bought butter; I  sold  butter and
bought calves.
Winn in New Denver, will lind the Xkwmakkkt
Hi �� i ki. a �����" ���.*<i place lo camp ��fer night.   Fro <
iu nalconaestftw linent scenery in thf world[van
be seen with< Kit extra charged
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Address- LEMUEL 0001 >WJN,
Box 70, KhhIo, B. C.
His First Baby.
Hey there! You little wrigglin'   chsh,
Wtnkiu'   and.   blinkin' on grandmA
What do you think of all this hi*?
Cute little fellow, ain't be, Lit?
Say, Doc! how much d'ye s'pose  hell
Ten? Beats Jones' anyway.
Hullv gee, what an arm that ia?
Reg'lar Jim Jefferies, ain't he, Lit?
Jest watch him doubln' up that fist!
He's going to be a pugilist,
Or else a preacher, or  else���j-jee whix!
Whoops like an Indian, don't he Lit?
Seems V say as plain 's can be.
"I'm lonesome; that what's troubtin'
Lonesome the poor little fellow is?
But we'll be good to 'im, won't we Lit?
Say, Doc, yoa goin'? Well, good night;
Here's twenty dollars���ts that all right?
I'm satisfied, and I'U bet she is;.
Pretty good doctor ain't he, Liz?
I'm satisfied but for just one thing:
I wanted a girl, t did, by jing!
But I guess if s all right jest as lis,
Better luck next time���won't we   Lit?
���Dr; Frank Rose, in  Chicago  Medical
No Introduction.
A young married couple���from
the country, of course���attended
an exhibition of "dissolving
views." The bride, being very
pretty, attracted the attention of a
stylish looking city gentleman who
happened to occupy the same seat
With the happy pair. During the
exhibition the part of the hall occupied by the audience was ol>-
scured. By some accident the light
went out also on the stage. During the darkness the young man
from the city pressed the hand of
the, bride. She was much alarmed,
but offered no resistance. Then be
actually leaned over her and kissed
her. This was too much, and the
wife resolved to tell the   husband.
"This feller's kissing me.',
"Well, tell him to quit."
"No, John, you tell him."
"Tell him yourself."
"No, John, I don't like to tell
him. The gentleman is a perfect
stranger to me."���Philadelphia
"The bride was most beautiful,"
says the society editor of a Hickory county paper, "especially as to
her nose, which hung like a soft,
white cloud between the blue of her
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