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DECEmBER, 1901
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Lowrrv's U.aim 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 Ct usher, 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 Mais,
Hades and-other out-of-the-way places.
All agents can make 25 cents upon each
subscription 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 flame editor shoves the pen on this
journal and The New Denver Ledge, so
do not confound your orders when send-
ing in your collateral.
R. T. LowBRY.
New Denver. B. C.
Be good, and you will know that
heaven reaches to this earth.
The bible says that it is the same
to Kill an ox as it is a man, yet
many Christians keep butcher
shops.
A limited number of advertisements will lie inserted in this journal. The price is $2 an inch each
insertion.
Any church that would have
married people live together when
love is dead is false to the best interests of the human race.
Many a man who prays long and
loud to Jesus seldom washes his
feet.and has a breath rotten enough
to taint any small atmosphere.
Lotteries and bunco games are
prohibited, yet priests are still allowed to raise monev,by pretending
to lie able to get souls out of purgatory. ^
In China, the pictures of Christ
and the apostles L>  cue Catholic
churches are adorned with pigtails. The Chinese cannot savey
any deity without that appendage.
Toronto papers are worried over
the excess of gambling in B. C.
They probably forget the days
when tbey boosted for the open
mining stock games in that city. \
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In New England the Reformed
Presbyterian church will not allow
its members to become citizens of
the United" States, because that
country says nothing aloiP (rod in
its constitution. *
Spiritualists say that Czolgosz
shot McKinley while under the influence of some departed spirit desiring revenge, probably Bresci.
If this should be true how can
anyone guard against being possessed by evil spirits ? Shut them
out by exercising the will power,
and only thinking thoughts that
purify and elevate the inner man.
Spokane is highly incensed over
the wine room evil, bat has not a
word to say about the open gambling houses. Gambling is run on
the square in these houses, but its
withering effect is seen ou many a
blanched countenance in the streets
of that beautiful city. Like strong
drink it cannot lie indulged in
without ruin to those who cannot
dally with any passion in moderation. It hurts the poor more than
the rich, and that is why Dutch
Jake and his class have so many
diamonds.
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He who, however limited may
be his capacities, and however
humble may be his social position,
is true to the gift that is in him,
and tries,  with such helps as he
.ve, to carry out
ciples of -religior.; aM vhK-J
daily conduct, has in bim something akin to the touch o�� jgtofst,
and is a fellow-worker wsm prophets and apostles, reformers an#
saints.���Thomas Sadler/
Love others by ceasing' tor lorii
yourself, and in doing so yon will
live intensely; for you will have
within you not only yourWn life,
but also the lives of all whom yon i
bless by love. That is the best religion, the life of Christ, the irery
life of God.���Stopford A.  Brooke.
It is- not enough to have the love
and do the dgty in silence. We
live not by bread alone, but b\
every word that proceedeth out of
the mouth of those we love. Out
of the month���it is the spoken love
that feeds. It is the kindness
offered that furnishes the house.���
W. C. Gannett.
"Darling," he said, "there is a
dark spot in my past life which I
am afraid you will not overlook.''
"Do not despair,'' she replied.
"I will marry you; no matter how
dissipated you have been."
The man at her side shuddered.
"Alas P' he cries, "it is not that.
But I was once a member of the
Y.M.C.V
He who sits down in a dungeon
which another has made has not
such cause to bewail himself as he
who sits gown in a dungeon which
he has |hus lakde for himself.
Poverty and destitution .are sad
things; but there is no such poverty,
there is no such destitution, as that
of a covetous and worldly heart.
Poverty is a sad thing; but there is
no man so poor as h^yvho is poor
in   his. affections  and   virtues.
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Newppji-5, R. I., is the most fashionable summer resort in America.
If a man has less than a million,
~he shims the place as one would
the rendezvous of Pestilence and
Death. To pass the season at
Newport,you must have something
to spend and spend it.
Before one can feel at home with
the people who spend their summers at this resort, he must be able
to tide through his plethoric purse
rich increment from the toil of 20,-
000 men. Then, when the thermometer registers 106 in the shade, he
leaves these creators of wealth to
sweat and swelter at the forge, in
mill, in mine and factory, while he
hies away to Newport,* there to loll
in the lovely lap of luxury. Old
Sol may then turn his garish gaze
upon the swooning gardens, or hot
winds wither the beautiful banners
of the corn, as if they were smitten
by the burning breath of hell, but
what cares he for these things.
Whether reading, eating, or sleeping, he basks in the cooling zephyrs
of electric fans, and drenches, at
frequent intervals, his internal
anatomy with sherbet, sherry and
champagne. Pierre Lorillard used
to boast when at Newport that he
spent for his own comfort $1,000 a
day.
A brace of these lazy swells and
a couple of brazen bawds frequently
blow in the price of a farm in one
evening's debauch. Some decent
people doubtless visit Newport, but
they soon become too louesome%to
stay. *
Newport has also become a* sort
of international matrimonial mart,
where millionaire mammas go to
purchase titles of nobility which
are kept in "broken" lots for sale
to the highest bidder. At Newport
cash not only talks, it sparks. It
was here that Anna Gould found
her bum count, and Consuela Van-
derbilt caught a "jook." But,
strange to say, you cannot find on
the bargain counters at Newport
a single sample of feminine nobility
from the land of countless counts,
dudish dukes and pauper princelings. Everylhing on sale there is
of the emasculated masculine, gem-
derless gender.
Let none imagine that I censure
these broken and brainless counts
and dukes for trading their threadbare and worthless titles for a "rag
and a bone and ;��� hank o1 hair,''
with perquisites to the tinkling
tune of a million or two. It shows
that they carry around something
more than hot mush under their
No. 5 headgear. With tbem marriage is a serious business proposition. But what shall lie said of
the young lady, who sells, or |>er-
mits herself to be "sold," or traded
for such cattle. Morally she is no
better than the bawd from Iioiler
avenue, whose price is a dollar bill.
A wise man would never think
of going to Newport to find a wife.
Not that it is impossible for female
members of the ''400" to be virtu
ous, but it is improbable. Life in
"high places" is degrading and
dangerous to morals. Among the
"swell set" dress, or, rather, lack
of dress,is demoralizing. Eve used
fig leaves to conceal her charms.
Modern society ladies dress in a
way to emphasize and expose thei rs
���if they have any. A truly modest, womanly woman could not be
induced to button the neck of her
dress around her waist, thus exposing her solar plexus to the vulgar gaze.
This brand of "high style" makes
the chaperon a necessity in upper
tendom. The gay and giddy gals,
reared in the atmosphere of Martin-
Bradley balls, Seedy dinners, ancl
Newport dog banquets, cannot be
trusted for a moment with their
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own virtue. The blue bloods with
whom they swop slobber, gad and
giggle are as devoid of chivalric
honor as Old Sir Thomas Cat.
Society at the top and bottom is
rotten. Of course there are exceptions, but you will find more honor
at the bottom than you will at the
top. Would you seek social purity
and stainless honor, you will find
it among the middle class���the
common people. Here, too, you
will find exceptions. Every man,
in whatever station of life, desires
to look upon his sister as a queen
of all the virtues, upon his sweetheart as a paragon of purity, upon
his wife as a spotless priestess of
love, and upon his mother as an
angel.    A home where these ideals
are  realised,   is heaven.   Where
destroyed, it is a hell. For these*
reasons I abhor everything that
tends to degrade true womanhood.
Convince a man that his mother is
a scarlet woman, aud his wife a
bawd,   and   vou   transform earth
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into a veritable hell, and let slip
the dogs, despair, desolation and
degradation. There is nothing
higher in heaven than woman.
There is nothing lower in perdition. Woman, wife and mother,
these are the sweetest, holiest
words that ever fell from the lips
of men,or blossomed on the tongues
of angels.
Solomon the wise said:
"Who can find a virtuous woman? Her price is far aliove rubies.
The heart of her husliand doth
safely trust her. She socket h wool
and flax ancl worketh willingly
with her hands.
"She riseth also while it is yet
night,and giveth meat to her household, ancl a portion to her maidens.
She layeth her hands to the spindle
and her hands hold the distaff.
"She makei b herself coverings
of tapestry. Strength and honor
are her clothing. She openeth her
mouth with wisdom and her tongue
is the law of kindness.
"She looketh well to the ways of
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bread of idleness. Her children
(not dogs) rise up, and call her
blessed; her husband also, and he
praiseth her."
It is needless to say that the woman here described by Solomon
could not if she would, and would
not if she could, break into Newport society.
Marriage for place, and power,
cash or titles, is legalized prostitution. Children born of such wedlock are few ancl, as a rule, idiotic,
or vicious. I say "few," for the
reason that such people usually
prefer dogs to children. Dogs are
all right in their place, but it is a
crime to permit them to usurp the
liaby's place in our affections. People who like dogs more than they
do children, are more clog than human.
As we have seen, modern society
has a dogward tendency. In confirmation of this observation we
submit two conspicuous examples.
The first scene is laid in Chicago.
The other in Newport.
Every winter the "infantry of
the snow," and the cavalry of the
north wind drives thousands of
unfortunate, friendless, homeless
people into the great cities. Anticipating the usual influx of these
derelicts, Chief O'Neil recently
issued an order to have all such
met at the gates and turned back
to die. For this he has been applauded by the cruel and thoughtless. Many ministers shouted
their approval from the pulpit.
Yet if these preachers tell us the
truth, the tattered tramp bas a
priceless soul, worth every whit as
much in the eyes of God as the soul
of earth's highest purple-clad king,
upon whose brow rests the diamond
studded diadem of power and regal
splendor.
Aliout the time Chief O'Neil published his warning to derelicts there
was organized in Chicago among
society leaders a cat and dog protective association. The object of
this organization is to care for the
tramp dogs and cats that drift into
Chicago during the winter. A nice
home has been provided, and they
are being comfortably housed and
fed, while human beings for whom
Christ died, are hounded as criminals and driven into the bleak
prairies to freeze and starve. I
have no objection to their caring
for lost cats and homeless dogs, but
it disgusts me to see these dog-
hearted people lavish tbeir love
upon tramp curs while unfortunate
men and women, and little children, shiver in the wintry wind,
and suffer in silence at their very
doors.
At Newport last summer society
went to the dogs with a vengeance.
At the height of the social .season
leaders of the "400" conceived a
new idea. It nearly blew off their
top-knots���this "new idea." Having tried everything else, why not
give a dog banquet ? It took like
wild-fire. Every aristocratic dog
in the colony was invited and told
to bring their masters, mistresses,
or, to be more explicit, lackeys
along. A feast fit for kings was
spread. The dogs came."Blanche,
Tray, Sweetheart," and all. They
were clad in evening suits, and
their necks were ornamented with
jeweled collars, pearls, and glittering gems. Course after course of
the most costly viands money could
buy was served. They washed it
clown with champagne at $25 a
bottle; dog and master drinking
from the same glass. No wonder
the world is full of people who
would like to be J. Pierpont Morgan's clog. I make no war on dogs,
but when society leaders sink to
their level, by the splendor of God
they shall know what one man
thinks of them. Tliese degenerates should lie made to feel the
scorpion lash of public scorn. Could
I wield a pen of lightning and had
words of vitriol numberless as the
stars, and all space in which to
write them, I could not fitly excoriate the kings and queens of
snoboeracy who reign at Newport,
make  merchandise  of   marriage,
revel in vice, trample upon 'the
rights of man, grind the faces of
the poor and banquet dogs, with
money unjustly wrung from the
sunbrowned sons of toil.
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His mamuage pee.
A poor couple living in the Emej^
aid Isle went to the priest for mar^V
riage, and were met with a demand
for the marriage fee. It was not
forthcoming. Both the consenting
parties were rich in love and in
their prospects, but destitute of
financial resources. The father
was obdurate. "No money, no
marriage.''
"Give me l'ave,your riverence,"
said the blushing bride, "to go and
get the money.''
It was given, and she sped forth
on the delicate mission of raising a
marriage fee out of pure nothing.
After a short interval she returned
with the sum of money, and the
ceremony was completed to the
satisfaction of all. When the parting was taking place, the newly-
made wife seemed a little uneasy.
"Anything on your mind, Catherine?" said the father.
"Well, your riverence, I would
like to know if this marriage could
not be spoiled now?"
"Certainly not, Catherine. No
man can put you assunder."
"Could you not do it yourself,
father? Could you not spoil the
marriage?"
"No, no, Catherine. You are
past me now. I have nothing
more to do with your marriage."
"That.aises me mind," said
Catherine, "and (Jod bless your
riverence. There's the ticket for
your lA# I picked it up in the
lobby anu)pawned it."
Sacred aro the lips from which
has issued only truth. Over all
wealth, above all station, above the
noble, the robed and crowned, rises
the sincere man. Happy is the
man who neither paints nor patches,
veils nor veneers. Blessed is he
who wears no mask.
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LOWmtY'S CLAIM.
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Ritualism's DeGliRe
By Wm. M��GAdams *>*; >K <K *K �� >S,!.:*'S��
Dean Farrer, of Canterbury, the
Omega of the Church of/England,
has arrived at the conclusion that
the Episcopal church is losing its
grip with the working people and
he lays it all onto an excess of
ritualism. To a certain extent the
Dean is right, but it took him a
long time to catch on. The church
is certainly losing its grip. Outside of the Salvation Army, which
is inherently a band of comrades
wherever religious democracy prevails, all the churches are losing
their grip, and the fact that this
loss of prestige is not limited to
the Episcopal denomination, but
extends to others with simpler
forms, proves that the Dean is out
in his calculation when he says
that the high church performance
of worship is the direct cause of the
large secession among the proletariat.
Of course no sane man would
confound the ritualism of surplice
choirs,    mythological   sacraments
and  priestly incantations with a
religion of the soul, and none but
the  ignorant or the hypocritical
take kindly to these   spectacular
devotions.    Such things are merely
an  outgrowth   of   the   usages   of
darker   days,   when   the  Vikings
worshipped    their   Valhallah   in
drunken   orgies   and   the  Druids
conjured   beneath   the   mistletoe.
The difference lies only in the fact
that the bread and wine feature is
a modern  manifestation,  whereas
the Norsemen's religious debauches
and the Druidical ceremonies were
the product of barbaric minds,  l'he
advance is only   to the civilized
from the barbarous.
Modern religion is made up of
such things. Christmas, for instance, is borrowed in toto from
the Norsemen, and it no more represents the date of Christ's nativity
than it does the birthday of Kris
Kringle. Christmas among th��
Noi-se was supposed to represent
the time when the sun started
north, and they celebrated it by a
big feast at which they welcomed a
new year and a coming spring.
The Norse were slightly out in
their  astronomy  as  the sun  had
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already got three or four days start
on its northern tour before they
celebrated the event, but these
early Scandinavians probably fell
heir to the date and the ceremony
from some pre-historic sun worshippers, just as the Christians
afterward borrowed both from the
Vikings, and then threw in the
yule log and the mistletoe to complete the combination. From customs like these we get our modem
ritualisms.
Such   ceremonies   change   and
transmagnify to suit the times, and
while the mythological moral may
be altered beyond  recognition the
ceremony  frequently  outlives  the
race   and   the   civilization   which
originated it.    This is  clearly  exemplified in the Christian application of the old   Hebrew  sacrificial
ceremony.     Probably a thousand
years from today, when Dean Farrer
is forgotten  among  the   in numerable has-beens, and  his church   is
hardly remembered in history, the
cannibalistic  metaphor   of   eating
and drinking the  body  and   blood
of  Christ  will   be  regarded   with
something like the same abhorrence
that the twentieth century Christian experience*  when   he contemplates the horrors of the Aztec sac-
rifical stone, which  is still   intact
and retained as a historic curiosity
in the city of Mexico.
However, these are sentiments
that will hardly break in on the
privacy of Dean Farrer's conscience
or that of any other professional
religionist, and consequently the
priesthood stands but little chance
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of ever understanding or appreciating the aversion of the lay mind
toward ritualism and formulated
religion.
But the Dean is only  half right
when he attributes the defection\ '
the masses to a hatred for ritualism.
There are other reasons  why  the
people have left the church, and
the greatest of these* is that the
church  left the people years and
years ago.    The Reverend Dean of
Canterbury is no more one of the
people  today  than   were the chief
priests and serilies on terms of fraternity with the fishermen who became Christ's apostles.    Farrer is
attempting the  impossible  task of
being a reformer  without  tieing a
comrade.      No   one   ever   accomplished this, and the I)ean of Canterbury can no more" accomplish it
than he can alter the law of gravity.     His patronizing solicitude for
the welfare of the common herd is
made grotesque and horrible by the
fact that Farrer sits  among  kings
and rulers, protected by a princely
salary from   want  or  the  fear of
want, while within the shadow of
his   sanctuary   walls   better   men
might starve or freeze  unbeknown
to the great man of God.
Dean Farrer is not the kind of
man who will save the world, and
if his church is losing its grip it is
a hopeful sign of the time*, no
matter what the cause may l>e.
Priests who accept large salaries to
offer proxy prayers for an aristocracy of wealth arc rogue's,alt hough
they may shroud themselves in a
cloak of self-righteousness and run
a bluff on their conscience that they
are living a life of devotion. There
is no Christianity in a man who
will minister to the mighty for a
consideration, while the meek and
lowly whom .Jesus loved Stand
outside the gates like' Lazarus of
old.
No station is so high, no power
so great, no character so unblemished, as to exempt men from the
attacks of rashness, malice, or
envy. ���lu vestigator. iii
DBCBMBRa,1901.)
LOWERY'S CLAIM.
101
Gold and Prayer.
Taking into consideration that it
is generally conceded that no man
can take treasure into heaven
through the grave route it is surprising how some priests worship
gold.
The American War broke Dennis
O'Flynn, and drove him north into
a little town in Pennsylvania,where
he struggled hard to keep his family
of nine in porridge. His son Mike
helped a little by lighting the fires
in the Catholic church, for which
he received his daily dinner. The
faith did not awe little Mike very
much for he burned up many a
pound of blessed candles in lighting
the fires.
For 30 years old Jimmie Downs
had lieen sexton of this church for
which he received 40 dollars a
month, and as he boarded with the
priest and wore his old clothes he
hardly ever parted with a dollar.
The day came when old Jimmie
had to cash in and quit this mundane sphere. In a little back room
he lay dying, attended only by the
woman who made the beds, and
little Mike. As death cinched
Jimmie he whispered, between
gasps, "Me money, under tbe
church." The woman, amid her
sobs, for she liked Jimmie, did not
hear it, but Mike did, and he
searched for gold after he had lit
the fires.
One clay Mike saw the priest,
down on his knee*, with a lighted
candle in his hands, eagerly searching for the hidden treasure. Mike
made a noise and the priest disappeared. Some days later Mike
saw a black nail sticking out high
up in a dark passage under the
church. With the aid of an altar
boy he procured a box, climbed on
top of it so that he could reach the
place back of the black nail. Here
he found a sack filled with $10, $20
and $50 pieces. When he lifted
the sack it burst and the gold in a
yellow shower fell all over the
Other hoy.   They had uo thought
of themselves in the matter, but
filled their hats with the powerful
stuff and ran to the priest. This
good man did not give them a sou,
although Mike's apparel was in the
last stage of consumption, but
quietly said that he would now
pray for the repose of old Jimmie's
soul. That was the last heard of
the treasure, and little Mike went
on lighting the fires never thinking
that $12,000 was a pretty stiff price
for hoisting old Jimmie's soul to
the higher levels, while so many
mortals on earth flapped their rags
in the chilly blast, and filled their
stomachs on hope, slightly touched
with cold potatoes.
A Weak Parson.
Not so many moons ago, a very
young girl bent upon sitting behind
a red curtain came to Nelson and
entered a Lake street resort. The
landlady, in whose heart lingers
stringers of kindness, desiring to
save the girl from the crimson trail
that so often ends in hell, locked
the foolish damsel in a room and
telephoned to one of the city parsons to come to the rescue. Now
here was an opportunity to save a
soul and body from trailing in the
mire caused by our wrong social
system, but the parson did not fly.
He was afraid that someone might
talk if he was seen going into a
maison de joie in daylight, so he
turned the job over to the Salvation
Army and the girl was saved. It
is not necessary to roast this parson. He lacks the nerve to fight
sin wherever found, and like many
others, prefers to hand salvation to
When you are in
Nelson, B.C.
Hotel
The table still holds its reputation, and prices are moderate. Our wet goods are not
beaten anywhere in B. C.
those who wear white frills rather
than dig in the muck for the souls
that need a strong hand to drag
them from the whirlpool of degradation���sexual or otherwise.
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Ho Heed of Pira^etr.
Deacon Ebony���I hab no^ seen
you at ouah revial meetin's, Mistah
Black.
Mistah Black���Wot foh I want
ob revival meetin's?
Deacon Ebony���Don't you ebber
pray?
Mistah Black���No; I carry er
rabbit's foot.
Let us do the most we can to
make the home a place where the
children shall grow helpful,natural,
happier, toward the noblest manhood and womanhood. Let us remember that it is the little things
that make up the atmosphere. The
kind word to the child, the little
fault-finding, the little nagging���
it is just these little tiny things
that make the comfort or discomfort of home.���Minot J. Savage.
If we compare the present with
the past, if we trace events at all
epochs to their causes, if we examine
the elements of human growth, we
find that Nature has raised us to
what we are, not by provisional
expedients; and that the principle
which in one age effected the advancement of a nation, in the next
age retarded the mental movement,
or even destroyed it altogether.���
Win wood Reade.
If a girl came into town and said
she was still a virgin, although she
had given birth to a child, society
would give her the laugh and push
her out among the vags. Yet, a
similar story is believed by millions
of people outside of insane asylums.
The secret of advertising is so
simple that many persons miss it.
It is merely telling what you have
to offer, and making plain how you
can benefit the buyer. 10��
LOWERY'S CLAIM.
(DlClMBlB, WOl.
Seriousness of Life
By Br. J. E. Robert. **** ** *K *K <K �� *;
Any belief having once become
general becomes also imperious. It
acquires authority through the
numbers of its adherents. What is
accepted by the many is believed
by the many to be true. People
love to be with the majority. It
minimizes responsibility; it inspires confidence; it gives courage
to the timid; it flatters the vain.
The egotist may say, "The multitude believes as I do, therefore the
multitude is right." The weak
and wavering may say, "I believe
as the multitude does, therefore I
cannot be wrong." Thus widely
held   beliefs extend  more  widely
ligious view-point as lieing evil in
its origin and tragic in its end. If
all that religion has said about life
be true no sensible man would take
the chances of being liorn if he
could have talked with a preacher
beforehand. Death is represented
by religion as an unspeakable tragedy; rhetoric, imagery, and imagination have been taxed to represent its terrors; deep rivers flowing
darksome into might, the precipice,
the abyss, the stroke of the doom
of judgment, the black coffin, the
black   hearse   with   black   plumes.
pain, threats, forebodings and
mutteriugs of wrath to ceime, and
all this is because religion lias been
founded upon sacrifice and pain.
The sombre thread carried by the
religious shuttle may lie traced in
many and widely different patterns.
The spirit of gloom and pessimism
is in perpetual conflict with the
hope, with the cheer, and with the
gladness of the world. The young
mau is elaborately told that there
is no chance today for the young
man. Great combinations of energy and capital have reduced the
industrial and commercial world to
a machine and the best he can hope
to do is to become a COg in some
wheel. The young men, ambitious
and struggling to acquire an edu-
the black horses with  black trap- j cation, are solemnly informed that
the college men arc failures in this
world's affairs, that it wants prac-
pings,   everything   black  aud for-
stiil.    Thus they increase and re- bidding,  such is the  cheerful   en-
sist change. The belief of the ma-j vironment which the Christian re- j tieal men, that if they wish to get
jority erects a defense of respecta- ligiem has thrown around death, on in this world they would better
bility behind which in safety the The Maker of the world has been! leave the college hall and ge.t out
unthinking, the frivolous, the zea-j represented as infinitely unattract- ; and study the great life of man ami
lots  may   hurl   their   weapons of jive;  as a  world-maker   he was a the world.    Over ancl  again men
contumely and scorn at those who
differ from the majority. The Infidel, the heretic, has been the man
who disagreed with the multitude.
From the Galilean's time through
all the ages the Infidel has been
the man with opinions of his own.
We are indebted to religion for a
profound and subtle pessimism.
Religion has been founded upon
the glorification of sacrifice and the
apotheosis of sorrow. There never
was a religion that possessed the
element of humor. The prophets
are represented as long-bearded,
solemn men, unacquainted with the
joys of life. It is part of the business of the priest to look uncomfortable and sad, and be compelled
to go away from home to have a
good time. Children are taught to
look with especial reverence upou
the well-meaning, sweet-souled,but
deluded women who garb themselves in mimic chains ancl sackcloth and go about as the perpetual
murderers of joy for Christ's sake.
Life is represented from   the re-
failure; a |>air of innocent and > and women who have made ship-
guileless human beings together; wreck of hope and happiness and
with a snake robbed the creator of love rise up to encourage the world
a world; then the maker of all Ik*- I with the statement that there is no
came the avenger, the destroyer; such thing as happiness in this
he summoned to his aid floods to world; marriage is a desperate fail-
diown, pestilence to wither, disease! ure; over and again solemn phil-
to devour, and fire to consume, all I osophers seriously argue the -|iies-
ln vain as far as the betterment of
the world was concerned. Then,
in order to save something from the {
infinite wreck, he made a desperate
resolve to try once more; disguising
himself as man he came into the
world and was impaled upon a cross
until dead; he died for the world
he had made aud lost. Such is the
marvelous story religion has told
about   the infinite.    In  whatever
tion whether or not life is worth
living. 1,00k where we may we find
the same gloom.
The microscopist takes his instrument, and after years of study
give* the cheerful information that
the air and water, fruit and vegetable's and meat are absolutely
teeming with countless million
forms e>f life. He takes a particle
eif grape sugar and puts it under a
direction we look there is the same! jioworful glass, and if you  look at
gloom,   the   same  pessimism, the
same unspeakable despair.
The teachings regarding life, being bom, dying, the world, the
future of God, are all full of shadow. There is nowhere any light,
or laughter, or cht;er,or joy; everywhere  terror,   anguish!   fear and
it you think that to eat that would
be equivalent to eating a menagerie. A drop of water under a
microscope makes erne almost resolve not to drink water lest he
have sea serpents. The telescope
tells no more reassuring story.
The scientists have figured out the
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rate of evaporation of the water
from the surface of the globe as
compared with the amount of water
the globe contains and find, or pretend to find,that if the present rate
of evaporation continues the time
will arrive when all the water of
the globe will be exhausted; then
all life must perish,the entire earth
become a barren desert glowing like
a furnace. Other scientists find,or
pretend to find, the amount of heat
coining to this planet from the sun,
and, after computing the amount
of heat the sun possesses, find a
time in the future when it will be
exhausted, and then the earth, receiving no more sustaining heat
from the central orb, must perish,
the world lie frozen solid to the
center, a globe of death glistening
with frost. And still there are
ot hoi's who pretend to find that the
old world's orbit is gradually inclining toward the central orb; that
it is showing signs e>f hesitancy,
ancl they find ground for predicting
that at some future moment this
glolie, bearing its burden of life,
will plunge headloag into the sun
ancl be consumed. Science has
been infected with the disease along
with religion.
There is yet another phase of the
sombre view; it is to be seen in the
reformers of modern times. Some
people, impatient with the slow
moral progress of the world, appeal
to legislatures; having exhausted
their claims or their iniiuence with
providence, they appeal to the congresses and legislatures to enact
laws to bring in the reign of justice,
righteousness and love. Still others
Impatient at the slow movement of
legislatures and the doubtful operation of laws, take the tomahawk
themselves to usher in the kingdom
of peace ancl good will. Everywhere may be seen signs of the
dubious feelings that tend toward
or border upon despair. Few are
sounding the note of gladness, of
hope, of possible joy. All of this
habit of pessimism and despair is
traceable directly or indirectly to
the influence of religion, out of
whose teachings has come the mischievous habit of taking the world
too seriously.
From the view-point of religion,
not only God but life itself is tragic
and a failure. It begins with a
curse and ends with a doom. There
is nothing in it to inspire. This
interpretation of life grows out of
the pessimism that all religion has
rooted itself in. There are some
things to be considered about life
that go strongly towards destroying
the old persuasion. In the first
place it does not have to be accounted for; it can no more be accounted for than can the origin of
anything. Within the mysteries,
insoluble and past finding out, lie
tbe beginnings of all things. With
matter, with intelligence, with the
universe, life has its origin, and
that does not destroy the fact that
it is part of a great plan. We are
no more responsible for the life we
live���that is, for the individual
fact of life���than we are for the
facts of the universe or of the
world. We are here as life, not
simply as witnesses of it,not simply
to philosophize about it; we are it,
we are life. We do not choose it
or plan it, it wasn't a matter of
volition with us,it was thrust upon
us. There is no reason, no sense
in looking upon it from a religious
standpoint and counting it a miserable tragedy born with a curse and
swiftly speeding on to an infinite
doom. Philosophy does not break
down if it fails to account for the
origin or the outcome of life. The
great fact is life here and now; the
business is not to save it for some
other world, or to explain its mysteries lief ore it began to lie; the
great business is to make life life,
to enlarge, extend, and fulfil it, to
bring it up to the highest possible
measure of its possibilities, to instil
into it and extract from it the secret
and solace of happiness and of joy,
not to think only of the external
thing of being saved, to be saved
for some  other world,   to be re
deemed from some past curse. To
conceive of it as being continued
forever under the immanent hand
of death is to destroy much of its
energy and power. Nothing can
make it not to have been.
Religion has never yet begun to
reveal   to   man the   dignity   and
grandeur of life; it has made him a
seeker after something in the beyond,    a  terrified   fugitive   from
something in the past.    It never
has had the ability or the courage
to set man square upou his feet, fill -
his face and cover  his   forehead
with the light of the sweet heavens
and bid him hope and dare and be
strong.    But in the darkness, in the
gloom, in the morbid introspection,
in self-distrust,   through penance
and pleading and prayers,  religion
has sought to make  us  white as
snow and fit us to grow wings for
some   other   world.     The idea is
fundamentally   wrong.    We want
life now; we want it here, we want
it in large, abundant measure, with
health and happiness and energy
and strength and intelligence and
common sense.    If there is another
world   we   shall   want   the same
things there.
I know well that misunderstanding is bound to arise when we come
to speak about the religious interpretation of what is called sin, but
I stand here to say that the dogmas
of our religion have created an
infinite bugbear about human sin.
How or why they did it, what their
motive or reasons were, it may not
be necessary or even competent to
inquire, but all their conclusions
about sin rest upon hypotheses that
will uot stond in the light of the
intelligence of the world. All the
vagaries, all the Christian conviction about sin and its consequences
depend upon the hypothesis of the
fall of man and the consequent
curse pronounced upon the pair
and the world by an angry God.
If the intelligence of the world has
abandoned anything of the past it
has abandoned that old story about
the introduction of evil into ihe
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world in Paradise.
The doctrine of sin in its fearful,
tragic, infinite consequences, goes
with the old Eden fable. The
doctrine of the necessity of forgiveness by the Infinite Being and the
doctrine that in order that he might
forgive he nrist die himself, goes
with the doctrine of sin. Is there
anyone who cannot see that God
does not need to forgive sin, that
we may even say it is inconceivable that he could forgive sin? The
forgiveness of sin involves two elements; one is the taking away of
the consequences, that is, making
it as though it had not been; the
other element is the change in the
mood, the mind, or disposition of
the one who forgives. As to the
tirst element, there is no reason to
lielieve that God did, or does, or
ever has, or ever will interfere to
suspend the law of cause and effect;
no reason to think that he will intervene between an act and its consequences; no reason to believe that
there is any device schemed by the
brain of theologian or priest whereby any sinner, great or small, can
ever bridge over and cross without
entering the abyss he has digged
before his own feet. The sooner
the world gets away frnm that idea
the better for the world will it be.
The other element of forgiveness is
that God has changed his mood, on
the face of the Infinite the frown
of anger has changed to the smile
of love.
Does anyone believe that God
alternates between smile and frown,
between unreconciliation ancl reconciliation? Does any one believe
that? Does any one believe that
it was necessary for him to die in
disguise in order that he might be
kindly toward the creatures that
he had made ? Does anybody believe that now ? The old doctrine
of sin goes with the other superstitions of the past. This is in no
sense minimizing the effects of
wrong; in fact it is to increase
them, it is to make those consequences more tragic because they
are more inevitable and inescapable; it is simply saying that there
is no charity scheme, there is no
clearing-house where the balance
can be made right, there is no blood
of man or beast or angels or God
shed for the remission of our sins,
by virtue of which we may escape
tbe reaping of the harvest that we
have sown. It makes life, then, it
makes religion not a frenzied search
after salvation, it makes an eternal
and august reckoning for man with
the consequences of his eiwn elet'ds.
It makes every man his own redeemer, his own savior, his own
Christ.
The view of death which the
church and the world, following its
example, have taken is, in my
judgment, unnecessary, unnatural,
and unfit to the maker e��f the world.
The separation,the pain e��f parting,
and the loss that death brings will
never be removed in our present
state of development. That will
always remain. The tears, the
agony, the grief, and the lonely
way���nothing can l>e said or done
to make that grief any the less
poignant, unless perchance our
friends the Spiritualists can Bome-
time devise means or lead on to a
development that will enable the
living to commune with the dead.
But all of the rest of the terror and
the horror and the foretioeling about
death can be and ought to be taken
away. When a^ges have come and
gone and intelligence, clear,reason,
and common sense have struggled
with the old superstitions aliout
death which religion has inculcated
then we may begin to look upon it
from an entirely different viewpoint. Why should it lie held in
horror? It is as much a part of
the plan of nature as being lorn is.
There is no reason to lielieve that
it is coming with any sort of tragedy
or surprise that any moment of life
might not have brought, or that
being born did not bring.
The child bom into this world
begins with an exceedingly limited
experience.    Ite  life  is intensely
narrow, with no language but a cry
and no need or longing or desire
except for something to eat. Put
there i�� the divinity of motherhood
and the providence of love, and
every want is anticipated and supplied. This is Nature's way. If
religion had been able to say something aliout the horror and terror
of entering this worlel through the
gates of birth it would have made
being lorn as terrible as going out
of the world, but we knew something alout birth, and therefore
the lips of the pessimists were
sealenl. Knowing nothing alout
death, they have simply garlied it
in elarkest robes, in order that thev
might put men through their fears
and terrors under tribute.
Nature has planned SO wisely
and divinely  for  the  introduction
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of the* newcomer into this world,
whv mav we not assume that mi-
ture has done something for the
exit from this world and the entrance Upon another.
Socrates, walking with unfaltering step to the dungeon where he
was to drink the fatal cup, spoke
with his friends in his simple and
most natural way; there was no
fe��ar. no Christian piety; he reminded one of his friends that he
owed a trifle to a certain one of
their mutual acquaintances, and
asked him to sec that it was attended to; they sjoke to him altout
the burial. "Oh," he said, "bury
this body where you choose, but do
not think you are burying Socrates." And finally he said. 'Wc
go our ways. I to do, you to live;
which is better, God only knows?''
There could Ih*. there can be no
more worthy religion, there can be
nothing presumably more honorable
liefore the Infinite than the liven of
men and women give'ii sob��ly tothe
realization of life in its best, in its
highest, in its noblest, to <*xalt and
cultivate the influences that are
sweet and fine, to sow with lavish
and unstinting hand on thc broad
field of the' world the seed of faith
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from the sowing a hundred-fold; to
get away from the fear,the morbidness, the pessimism, the despair,
and the senselessness of superstition and religion, and to make life
its own divinity,the world a heaven
and happiness here. There may
come some time a religion that will
lie a religion of joy. Harps of happiness and crowns of rejoicing may
yet Iw retained here. The pleasures
e>f existence will not lie deferred to
some remote and uncertain world.
This earth will no longer be called
the vale of tears ami the shadow of
death, but will be a world filled
with light and life, with happiness
ancl with song. Through the hearts
of men there will thrill a new hope,
on the faces of men there will shine
the light of a new heaven and a
new earth. The symbols of sorrow
will lie buried out of sight; the
blood will no longer drip from the
sacred gibbet, nor gods nor men
will we*ar the perpetual crown of
thorns. We will not approach the
fullest destiny by the blood-tracked
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way of anguish and of pain, but
with glad and blithesome feet. The
old world   may  yet  blossom   with
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gladness,the future have no threat,
no fear, and the face of destiny
wear a Btnile.
Anarchy and Rum.
"The Christian Nation," discussing Anarchy and Rum, says:
"This nation believes that wine
is a safe companion, but the demon
of the cup laughs at the false confidence of the nation that lets it
live to prey upon human lives. The
murderer of the President came
from Nowak's saloon. The anarchists of the Chicago Hay-market
massacre came from the saloons,
and when some of them were released from the prison at Joliet
they got saloons of their own.
Schwab, who was suspected of
sharing in their plot,keeps a saloon
in New York. Most has his headquarters and issues his1 incendiary
paper, 'Freedom,' from a saloon,
and the writer tracked him through
three saloons one morning as Most
went about among his flock.    As
the legitimate business of the country stood still while our  President
was laid away, the saloon went on.
It was the clay of its victory, while
with its red eyes it looked  out on
the streets leering at the nation
that dares to trifle with its power.
Czolgosz loses his life as the penalty
of his crime,   but  what of that?
The  saloon is raising  many  children to prove to those who have
sold it the right to  live,   while it
robs the nations of their rulers and
wives   of their  husbands,   that it
mocks   at   those   that   deride   its
power.    It avails little to hang up
effigies of the assassin, the child of
the saloon, while the parent lives
to  multiply   his   kind.    Hang up
the saloon, and the race of anarchists will die.    Wine is a mocker,
and it jeers at us over the tomb.
In a Bad Fix.
A story is told of a young man
who is very bashful. He called on
a young lady to spend the evening,
and when he got ready to leave he
realized that a heavy rain was raging. He had no umbrella or rubber
coat and when the girl's father
asked bim to stay all night he readily consented. Next morning when
he was invited to a seat at the table
he very reluctantly consented. He
was very nervous and agitated.
He sat opposite a mirror and discovered tbat he had forgotten to
comb his hair. Then he dropped
his fork on the floor ancl as he
stooped to pick it up he upset the
coffee pot. Matters went from bad
to worse until finally in despair,
the young man quit eating and put
his hands under the table. The
loose end of the table cloth was
lying on his lap, and when he
touched it he turned pale. He
thought it was his shirt, and that
in his nervous excitement while
dressing he had forgotten to put
the garment inside of his trousers.
These, he thought, accounted for
the  smiles   and   embarrassment.
There was no time to lose.    He
hurriedly stuffed the supposed shirt
into   his  trousers.    Two   minutes
later when the family arose from
the table there was a crash.    The
dishes lay in a broken mass on the
floor.   The young man pulled three
feet of the table cloth out��of his
pants and  fled through  the back
door.    The young lady he called
on is open for engagement to a less
nervous young man.���Ex.
Houu the Other* Half Iii ves
The teacher of an intermediate
grade in a Milwaukee school the
other day was "showing off" her
pupils before a number of visitors.
The spelling class was on the floor
and one small, red-headed boy was
given the word "introduction."
He paused,twisted his lips,stared
and then in a faltering way spelled
it correctly, and seemed rather surprised that he had done it.
"Do you know what that word
means?" asked the teacher.
"No'm."
"What? You don't know what
introduction means?"
"No'm."
"Well,now, I'll explain it to you.
Does your mother have callers?"
"Yes'm."
"Well, now, suppose that two
women came to call on your mother.
Your mother knows one of the
women, but doesn't knowr the other.
She has never seen the woman, and
doesn't even know her name. Now,
how would she become acquainted
with this woman and find out her
name?''
"She'd send me out for a can of
beer.''
Dogs that bark in the night are
not allowed in Omaha without a
muzzle. New Denver is still a
wide open town. The dogs bark
at night, the cats sing, the cows
chew the posters on the wall, and
the horses punch holes in the sidewalks.    Nothing like freedom.      fi
That mint of Canada's seems to
be a long time on the road.
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LOWERY'S CLAIM.
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Slave Labor Effects
By Rachel Gampbell   ^^^   ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
In saying that marriage is largely
responsible for the low wages of
women, I am not running atilt
against that union which exists
only in the dreams of poets. I
mean marriage as it is exemplified
in common usage, aud defined in
lar opinion being that wives are a
non-producing class of Ial Hirers, depending for support on the labor of
their husbands. Many husbands,
otherwise intelligent, whose wives
toil early and late, honestly and
conscientiously take to themselves
common   law;    where   woman   is the whole credit of support ing their
"given in marriage," and becomes
a servant without wages in her
husband's home. That a class of
unpaid laborers will degrade any
branch of industry in which they
toil, has already been so clearly
and forcibly shown in other departments, that we have only to apply
families.ami not (infrequently their
hard working, over-tasked wives
share the delusion. Wives have
worked so loug without wages,that
"women's work." sweeping, dusting, cooking, etc..���the never-ending routine of house work that
must be done in everv home, is not
the same logic to this one, and the! regarded as labor exactly.    It is an
point is carried.    In the old days,
when abolition of negro slavery in
inferior grade, lacking the  dignity
and importance of man's lalor.and
the south was an unsettled ques-! when performed by a wife in her
tion, we were told that slave labor! husband's bouse,  had no financial
tended to make the laboring white
man poor and keep him so; and
that free labor never can compete
with slave labor without reducing
the free laborer to a condition very
little better than slavery.    Under-
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standing this principle, Northern
working men are  forming  leagues
value.
There is, however, another wav
in which wife labor tends to reduce
the wages of  working  girls.    The
germ of independence has quickened in the' hearts of a large' majority of the wives of this age.
They fee-1 bitterly the  humiliation
own condition, wives have crowded
into this field of labor, destroyed
the business of the shop-girl, compelled her to work more hours for
less pay, and driven her to want,
poverty, destitution and prostitution.
It may perhaps be thought in-
credible that the condition of working girls is as I have represented.
I tell you it is even worse; it can
never lie told, but must lie endured
to be understood. Human speech
cannot voice the long drawn out
agony of a life, robbed of all the
hopes and pleasures that make up
the joy of living, and forced into a
treadmill of constant toil for a tiare
subsistence. The best years of my
life have lieen dragged out in a
New Hampshire cotton mill, so I
know what I am talking about.
New England people are naturally
proud of their manufactories, and
manv of them seem to think these
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are run by water power alone. This
is a mistake, the water power only
propels the machinery. Another
force is requisite to make the machinery effective. A deep, full
current of human life is constantly
pouring in, as freely as water ancl
almost lis fast. Women ami children especially, are lieing  used up
to resist the encroachment of con-  e>f lieing obliged to  ask   for every ami worn out with a rapidity   un
vict labor, knowing that  the kind! dime  they   may   need,   to explain
of work done by unpaid convicts
will lie so cheapened ancl degraded
that free labor will lie driven from
the field. Now, just as slave labor
operates against free lalior, just as
the prison system of offering cheap
convict labor injures honest working men, just so wife labor affects
free working women. It is the
character rather than the name of
anything that makes it either good
or ill. The injury to labor is
caused by having a class of unpaid
laborers to compete with; and
whether that class be called slave,
convict, or wife, the ruinous effect
on free labor remains unchanged.
I am well aware that wives are
not generally considered or thought
of as a class of laborers, the popu-
just what they wish to buy with it,
and then argue the case to convince
their husbands that the purchase
is really necessary; ami to avoid
the necessity of frequent tagging,
they go out to the work-shops and
get sewing to do at home. They
cannot leave home and work in the
shops, and in order to get the work
they are obliged to underbid the
shop-girl and reduce her already
low wages a little lower still.
Married women, doing cheap work
at home, make it possible for manufacturers to get fine, white shirts
made for a dollar a dozen, and tho
other kinds of shop work at proportionally low rates. Full of their
own sorrows,and adopting the only
method they can hnd to better their
thought of by those who look only
on the  surface  of  things.    If the
blood of all the victims,whose lives
have been crushed  ancl  broken in
the mills that stand em  its banks,
were spilled in its tide, the  Merrimac river would  flow  on  towards
the Atlantic,   as  red  as  were the
waters of the Seine on the morning
of  St.   Bartholomew.    Hut bbiocl-
spilling is barbarous, and puritanical New England never tolerates
barbarism.    She   freely   grants to
Capital a "bond" that enables it to
take   from   labor   the'  "pound  of
flesh,"   but,   because of her pious,
puritan faith in her own righteousness, bloodshed is forbidden.    The
Yankee    Shylock,    however,   has
more inventive genius than the old
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loud without either breaking the
law or shocking public sentiment.
Human strength and endurance
are put to work against tireless
machinery, in gas-poisoned rooms,
until the flesh wastes and the check
pales as the red bloeiel is gradually
transmuted into sweat ancl tears,
and a used operative quietly passes
awav  to  make  room  for a  fresh
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hand. All the proprieties observed, and everything done "de'-
oentlv and in order."
9/
I have no fault to fine] with the
weirk in a cotton factory, in and of
9'
itself.    A   reasonable  amount  of
work, a reasonable number of
hours for a day's lalor.and reasonable wages therefor would make of
mill work   pleasant  and   healthful
employment.    As it  is, corporate
greed has assigned to each operative t<Ki much work���too many
spindles,too many frames, too many
looms, etc., and insisted on t<o
many hours in the day. and in the
meantime little by little has reduced wages, till these mills, instead of being 'hive's of industry,"
as they are sometimes called, are
become hells of torture where men
are overworked, women are enslaved, and children sacrificed.���
From "The Prodigal Daughter.'
From Ingersoll's
rjCiritings.
A hiving life is thc best religion.
Fear is the dungeon ofthe mind.
Imposture has always worn a
crown.
Civilization is the child e>f free
thought.
Worship is the bribe' that fear
offers to power.
Ile lows his country lie��st who
strives to make it best.
Honesty Is the oak around which
all other virtues cling.
Thc throne and altar are  twins,
vultures from the same egg.
The bravest men are those  who
have   the  greatest   fear  of doing
wrong.
We rise by  raising  others���and
he  who stoops above the  fallen
stands erect.
In  all  ages,   hypocrites,  called I sow the seeds of noble thoughts and
when I came back to the sea and
saw the old flag flying, it seemed
as though the air, from pure joy,
had burst into blossom.
Nothing can be grander than to
priests, have put crowns upon  the
heads of thieves, called kings.
The home where virtue dwells
with love is like a lilv with a heart
of fire���the fairest flower in all the
world.
The lonely, the forsaken, hope
for love. Hope brings the lover to
their arms. They feel the kisses
on their eager lips.
I believe in the democracy ofthe
familv. If in this world there is
anything splendid, it is a home
where all are eejuals.
Let us lielieve that a noble, self-
denying life increases the moral
wealth of man, and gives assurance
that the future will be grander
than the past-
Sincerity is the true and perfect
mirror of the mind. It reflects the
honest thought. It is the foundation of character, and without it
there is no moral grandeur.
When the will defies fear, when
the heart applauds the brain, when
duty throws the gauntlet down to
fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death���this is heroism.
I am in favor of taxation of all
church property. If that property
belongs to God he is able to pay
the tax. If we exempt anything
let us exempt the home of the
widow and the orphan.
I believe in the manly doctrine
that every human being must bear
the consequences of his acts, and
that no man can be justly saved or
damned on account of the goodness
or the wickedness of another.
I have been  in other countries
virtuous deeds, to liberate the
bodies and the souls of men, to
earn the grateful homage of a race
���and then, in life's last shadowy
hour, to know that the historian of
liberty will be compelled to write
your name.
The children of the stage with
fancy's wand rebuild the past. The
dead are brought to life and made
to act again the parts they played.
The hearts and lips that long ago
were dust, are made to beat and
speak again. The dead kings are
crowned once more, and from the
shadows of the past emerge the
queens, jeweled and sceptered as of
yore. Lovers leave their graves
ancl breathe again their burning
vows; and again the white breasts
rise ancl fall in passion's storm.
The laughter that died away beneath the touch of death is heard
again, and lips that fell to ashes
long ago are curved once more with
mirth. Again the hero bares his
breast to death; again the patriot
falls, and again the scaffold,stained
with noble blood, becomes a shrine.
The stage has ever been the altar,
the pulpit, the cathedral of the
heart. There the enslaved and the
oppressed, the erring, the fallen,
even the outcast, find sympathy,
and pity gives them all her tears���
and there, in spite of wealth and
power, in spite of caste and cruel
pride, true love has ever triumphed
over all.
The Pan-American Exposition
lost over three million dollars. Out
of the Pan into the fire as it were.
The Moslem religion is driving
Christianity out of the Philippines.
and  have said to myself, "After [The dealers might show a few sam-
all, my country is the best."    And]pies in Canada.
Smoke British Lion and Mainland Cigars
# 108
LOWERY'S CLAIM.
IDbckmbbb, l��en
A Weary Willie Tale
By Opie P. Read ��*�����%��-���'& % *& 'S'S'&'S''*;
One afternoon a tramp printer 1 pie who had commented on his
entered the ofiice of the Franklyn \ shabby appearance now called him
(Ky.) Patriot. The regular corps handsome. He joined the Good
of compositors was sufficient to do j "Templars" lodge and mingled in
all the necessary work,but the hoys the society of the tittering maidens
weie lazy and wanted to go fishing, ofthe village. Doctors and law-
so the tramp was given temporary yers sought his company, He had
employment. When the toys re- brought a literary freshness to the
turned next day they were surpris- town. His jokes were new, his
enl ancl not a little ashamed to see courtesy marked. One year passed
that the tramp had set up the en-j away. Mr. Howell was engaged
tire paper���work which would have j to be married to the handsomest
taken the entire* force several days and most intelligent veiling woman
to perform. When the proof sheets in the town. The girl's father ancl
were brought in they were found to mother were delighted. Howell
ta so clean that the editor of the was envied by all the young men.
Patriot sent for the tramp.
The day tor the wedding drew near.
"What's your name?" the editor The   "popular   aud    enterprising
tailor" had made Howell's wedding
suit.
One day another  tramp  entered
band the   office.     Howell   dropped   his
make-up rule and  sprang   forward
to meet him.
asked.
"Oscar Howell."
"Where are vou from?"
Mr.    Howell    waved   his
around in a complete circle.
"What does that mean?"
"Means that I am  from  everywhere."
"Doyou want work?"
"Thats the reason I came here.'
4'I mean regular work."
"Yes; but I don't want to throw
anybody ont of a job."
"Glad vou are so honorable',  but
"Why, Shorty, how are you?"
9/     * 9*      ' 9*
"Sorter slow," the tramp replied,
as be placed his elbows on the imposing   stone.    "How   is  it  with
vou
"Oh, I am flying,    tiding to get
married tomorrow night.'
"Glad to hear it.     When wesep-
those boys out there are my sons, arated  that day with a carefully
and I am thinking of sending tbem divided quarter I didn't think your
to school." line's would so soon fall in such ap-
"All right, then;   I'll take their preciative places."
place.
"Do you drink?"
4,I wound up the bill   of  au   extended spree the either  day,   but  I
am not going to el rink any more'.'
"I hope your resolution may hold
out."
"I will give it many a half soling."
"Well, you  may  tagin   tegular
weirk tomorrow morning."
' Vl\ right, sir."
Within two months from that
time Mr. Howell was one of the
best dressed men in the town.  Peo-
4���Neither did I.   It is due,though.
"By George!" exclaimed Shorty.
4'You will ta fixed up in style,
won't you?"
"I should say so. Well,it'stime,
for I have been a fool long enough."
4'N��y> put 'em on. I want to see
how yon will look as a bridegroom.''
"I dou't want to rumple em."
"G ahead and put 'em on. You
know that in my present plight I
can't go to see you step off."
uTo please you, Shorty, I'll put
'em ou, but you are the only jier-
son that could cause me to yield iu
this matter."
He put on the clothes.
4,By George.Oscar, you leok like
a French dancing master. Well,
I'm going to take a little nip."
He took a tattle out of his pocket
and shook it,
4'Here's some old stuff a fellow
gave me at Hopkinsville. Fifteen
year old. Remember the time we
struck that old negro for a pint of
peach brandy? Well,here's to you.
Ah, hah, hah. Would you try a
little?
"No."
"Won't hurt you. Wouldn't
hurt a flea. I tell you that when
a fellow feels bilious a little licker
is a mighty good thing for him.
Ever get bilious?"
44 Yes; bilious now. Haven't had
any apjietite for a week."
441 was  way off the other day,
but this  stuff   (again  shaking the'
tattle) has set me all right."
'' You don't mean to say that you
have  had  that  licker  for several
Shorty, to my sobriety.     I tell youl^}'8'
there is no hope' for the drundard.
I'll never drink any more'."
"Yes.    Tell you  what's a fact.
A man doesn't want but  little of
soon myself. What sort of wedding toggery have you got?"
"Finest you ever saw.'
"Would like to see' 'em. Where's
your room?"
4'.lust across the street."
4'Suppose we go over."
4'A11 right. Yon ought to see
my girl."
They went to Howell's room.
Glad,    Expect to quit  pretty **��* H^iff, and the beauty of it is it
keeps him from taking l��*el licker."
44Let me smell of it."
Howell held that bottle to his
nose; then, with a sudden impulse,
his lips closed over the neck, "Ah,
that is geod.     What sort of a time
have you had since I saw yon last?
"Tough, I toll   you.    Take another pull and hand it over here.
Recollect that song oid Patsy Hoi- ���"��*
DtCDlBBft. 1901.1
LOWERY'S CLAIM.
los
iver used to sing���'When this old
coat was new?' "
"Yes," Howell replied; "I was
thinking about it the other night.
'Let me taste your ware,' as Simple
Simon remarked. Getting pretty-
low, too."
"Yes, too low."
4'That isn't bad. Say, can you
sing Patsy's song?"
"Might, if I had licker enough."
"Let's slip down the back stairs
into that saloon."
4'All right,but ain't you going to
take off your wedding clothes?"
"No,we won't ta down there but
a few minutes."
�� $ $ $ $
The next day a battered bridegroom and a ragged tramp awoke
in a cattle car seventy-five miles
from Franklyn.
4'Say, Oscar."
"Well."
*4(iive me your vest You hain't
got no use for BO much toggery.'
"All right, hen' she is."
"Where shall we strike for?"
"Reckon we'd lietter get off at
the junction ancl strike out down
the Memphis road."
His Double Dealing.
"Not long ago," Baid a traveling
mau, "I went up the picturesque
Kentucky river on a little steamboat which runs from Louisville to
Frankfort. By the way, there
isn't a wilder or more beautiful
stream in the whole country than
that same Kentucky river. The
lioat passes through eight or ten
government locks during the trip.
On the lioat I encountered a queer
obi customer���a long-bearded, grizzled Kentuekian. who was full of
interesting reminiscences.
*' 'Once on a time,' he said, 41
made' a heap o' money up an' clown
this little eil' river���a-peddlinV
" 'What   did   you   peddle?'    I
asked.
o <Keerds,' he answered; play-
in' keerdsan' bibles.'
n ^hat was a queer stock in
trade,'  was my comment.    'How
did   you  happen   to have such a
mixed up lot as that ?'
" 4I lought it at a auction down
t' Loo'sville,' he explained. 'The
auctioneer lumped 'em, so I had to
take 'em. But I got rid of 'em-
yes, siree���ev'ry one of 'em. People along this river is alius wild for
playin' keards; I sold them playin'
keards for $2 a pack. They went
off rapid, ev'ry one of em, yes,
siree; an' I didn't have nary bible
left on hand, nuther.'
" 'How much did you get for the
bibles?'   I asked.
" 'Laws,' the reminiscent Kentuekian explained, 'them bibles
went oft* rapid, too; I give 'em
away with th' keards.' "���Chicago
Journal.
flot SO SlorJU-
In a village not far from Stockport, a young farm laborer was
about to ta married. The village
parson,passing his cottage one day.
was pleased to find that the man
was very busy whitewashing it,
both inside and out. It was an
example of cleanliness to which the
village was not accustomed.
4'Well," said the parson, "I'm
glad to see you're making your
cottage nice and smart against your
wedding. The man descended
slowly from his ladder, and, with a
mysterious air, walked towards the
parson at a grave and thoughtful
pace, like a man with a burden on
his mind. Then,in a half whisper,
he said: "Well, parson, that's
not 'xactly  the   reason   why I be
a-doin' o' this 'ere job. Y'ou see,
my grandfeyther 'ad this cottage,
and 'e 'ad sixteen childer. And
my fey ther 'ad this cottage, an' 'e
'ad sixteen childer. So I ups an'
sez to myself, sez I, 'Jemmy, jest
you take an' whitewash that 'ere
cottage afore you gets married, so
as there mayn't be no infection
about it.' "
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tlie  leading   fcown   of  thr
lul ran lie bought from >1<h. up
AMBORNK,
Lardenu
ORB h\$ mines around it than any town In
the Kootenay
EC A USE the ore is far richer
THER towns may spring up, but this is
the LKADBR
EMEMBER, lots are selling fast
OW is the time to buy���WhUe they are Cheap
VERYBODY pleased who has bought
Kor particulars apply to���
K. J. STEEL, Broker, Nelson, B.0.
Skating Story.
"You ought to have seen me,
said the vivacious young lady to
the new minister; "I'd just got
the skates on and made a start
when I came down on my "
"Maggie!" said her mother.
"\YThat? Oh, it was funny!
One skate went one way and the
other t'other, and down I came on
my "
"Margaret!" reprovingly, spoke
her father.
"Well, what? They scooted
from under me, and down I came
on my "
"Margaret!" yelled both her
parents.
"On my little brother, who had
me by the hand, and like to have
smashed him. Now, what's the
matter?"
The girl's mother emerged from
behind the coffee pot, a sigh of
relief escaped from the minister,
and the old gentleman turned the
conversation into a political channel . ���Secular Thought.
It is rather tiresome to read
about the methods cranks on the
liquor question take to stamp out
the whisky evil. They are forever
howling about prohibition, cutting
off the branches and letting the
main tree alone. Intemperance in
drink conies from other things. By
teaching and practising temperance
in all things the liquor evil would
soon fade away like the fog from a
swamp when the sun shines on it.
At this time of the year, a long
time ago, the editor of this journal
attended three Sunday schools. >-&
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110
tOWfcEY'8 CLAIM.
(DtCBMbKft, 1901
Gasey at thc Bat
Tt looked extremely rocky for the Boston
nine that day;
Thtissore stood two to four,with but an
' inning left to play,
&>,. #hen Coonev died at second, and
Burrows did the same,
A pallor, wreathed the features of the
patrons of the game.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he
rubbed hia hands with dirt,
Five thousand tongues applauded when
he wiped them on hia shirt;
Then when the writhing pitcher ground
the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye.a sneer
curled Casey's lip.
A straggling few got up to go, leaving ! And now the leather-covered sphere
there the rest, came hurling through the air,
With that hope which springs eternal; An' Casey atood a watehtn it in mighty
within the human breast, grandeur there.
For they thought, "If onlv Casey could Close by the sturdy batsman tbe ball
get a whack at that!" unheeded aped;
"Tbat   ain't   my   style,"   eaid   Casey.
"Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black  with  people,
there went up a muffled roar.
Like the beating of storm waves on the
stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! kill the umpire!" shouted
some one ou the stand;
And it's likely  they'd  have killed him
bad not Casey raised bin hand.
They'd put up even  money now,  with
Casev at the bat
But Flynn preceded Casey,and likewise
so dia Blake,
And the former was a puddin'. ami the
latter was a fake.
So, on that stricken multitude a  death
like silence sat,
For there seemed but little chance of
Casey's getting to the bat
But Flynn let drive a "single" to the
wonderment of all.
And the much despised Blakey  "tore
the cover off the ball."
And when the dust had lifted, and they
saw what had occurred,
There was Blakey safe at  BOCOUd, and
Flynn a-huggin' third.
Then,  from the gladdened  multitude
went up a joyous yell,
It rumbled   in  the  mountain  tops,  it
rattled iu the dell:
It struck  upon  the   hillside,   and   re.
bounded on the flat;
For Casey, mighty Casey, was ad vane
ing to the bat.
������-���#.
There was ease in Casey's manner as
he stepped into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and
a smile on Casey's face;
And when responding to the cheers he
lightly doffed his hat.
No stranger in the crowd could doubt | And now  the air is shattered by  the
'twas Casey at the bat force of Casey's blow
(ih, somewhere in this favored land the
sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and
somewhere hearts are. light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and
somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy   in  Boston; mighty
Casey has struck out.
heap out in the cold and rain than
trust him to these so-called scientists who know so much that they
cannot learn more.
Such men (?) deserve pity! Ancl
their patients! May <1ch1 help
them !
I have a contempt as deep as the
ocean and as broad as the horizon
for those who pretend to and think
they know 44it all."
There is when* you finel ignorance
so unchangeable, prejudice so adamantine that no influence on earth
regardless of its character can produce a result.
Talk aliout the starving people
of India! Why. my friends, there
is mon* n*al physical suffering in
one   year   in   this  SUppOSed-to-be
filled prematurely by this idiotic
practice. I would' tike to know
how many miserable invalids <*re
civilised   country   because  of em-
With a smile of Christian charity great I f0n��<Hl feeding, than there ever was
Casev's visage shone; -.      .    ..      . .   ..      ,    .       .
He stilled the rising tumult, he made j >�� *����"�� beCMSS of tbe lack of
the game go on; feeding.
He signalled to the pitcher, ami  once1      ��      ., ,. ..
more the spheroid flew; III all ai-iito  disease*,   regardless
Rut Casey still Ignored it. and the um-  ��,f what thev may lie,the functional
pire said, 4,Strike two" . .   .     ..
system is  taxed   to  its   utmost   in
44Fmid!'*crieei the maddened thousand* elhninat il|R impurities.     It has no
and the echo answered "brand!' ��      '
Rut one scornful look from Casev, and  time to  eligest   feHsl    no   need for
the audience was awed; f|HHj       ,,      f   .M>sitiv,>   tnHt   U��n\,
ihev saw his face grow stern and cold, ���
they saw his muscle's strain. cither liquid or sediel,   eaten  under
And thev knew that Casey wouldn't let   th       circumstances, eloes not nour-
the hall go past again.
ish the ImmIv   in   the  slightest   de-
The sneer Is gone fro a Casey's tips, hit . ,     , ,,  #
teeth are clenched In hate, gree, is  seen  dearly   in  all   fever
He pounds with cruel vengeance his bat patients. No matter how much
upon the plate; ! .     , A. .   .   .    .. ...
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and *** **>��'> *���! WW" ����ies eontinim
now he lets it go, to waste just the same*.    In fact, it
will nearly always waste still more
when nourishment is given,because
the process of recovery is greatly
prolonged   under  these  unnatural
circumstances.     The   process of
curing the laiely e>f its disease must
ceaSS in order to rid itself of the
mess that is dumped into an unwilling and unprepared stomach.
A IhmIv already overloaded with an
excels e��f nourishment must ne
subjected to the outrage <>( being
compelled to five' itself from the
additional impuritie's created by
incomplete and imperfect digestion
always produced when food is eaten
under these abnormal conditions.
The muscles of  the arms,   legs,
and, every part of the body, arc
Rilling Patients by Feeding
By Betmant* Maefadden, in Physical Cultufe^^
It is the   universal   custom of tossing   from   siele   to side,   their
scientific physicians to feed patients bodies racked by  fever ami  pain
suffering   from  acute diseases.    I because of this crime committed by
would   like   to  know  how  many these so-called scientists,
thousands  of   graves   have   been Scientists indeed!    Why, merci
ful heavens! if I had a cur elog
suffering from an acute disease I
would sooner throw him on a dung *fr-
bkcsSBik. n*i
ttWiStrtrS CLAIM.
in
frequently so weak in illness of than is any physician, regardless of any garden parties, I think a fig-
this character as to be almost in- how great his intelligence may be. leaf is all right. Dear me l Do
capable of action, and still patients I call upon the physicians of this you wish me to wear a sealskin
and physicians have the incompre- country to cease; torturing and mur- sacque this warm weather?'1
hensible audacity (or rather ignor- dering human beings by enforced      Adam did not answer this last
ance) to suppose that the stomach feeding in  acute diseases.    I call
is still capable of digesting food upon all kindly disposed persons to
that would nourish a day  lalorer.  stop preparing fancy ancl palate-
Do you know that the stomach tickling dishes to feed the sick, for
is a muscular organ, that digestion such feeding only prolongs the dis-
is carried on  mostly  by  muscles, ease and frequently seriously lessens
and that these muscles are just as the chance of recovery.    If youde-
projsirtionately weak in yourstoin- sire to make your loved ones suffer,
ach as they are in  arms,   legs or gei ahead and feed.    If you desire
elsewhere���that even the digestive to assist them toward recovery, let
fluids are furnished almost entirely them oliey their own instinct ancl
by   elements  of the  blood which eat only when unmistakable hunger
build muscular  tissue,  and  when exists.
the muscles are weak this element What! you think this is cruel?
is, of course, not plentifully sup- Did you ever own a horse, or a
plied by the blood ? Therefon\ i>et dog who was ill? Did you ever
under these conditions, food is not notice that not a morsel of food
needed and is not craved. But the would be eaten until recovery had
poor fool doctors will tell you that- been complete?
you must feed���that food is neces-      Why?
sary to give the patient sufficient Because there was no desire for
strength to bring about recovery, food. There can be no natural
The instinct of the patient which | desire for food in any animal, hu-
frequently testifies to the absolue man or otherwise, so long as the
necessity for fasting, is  of no im- inflamed   condition   exists   which
accompanies  and causes all acute
diseases.
sally, but sat down to the table
and poured out a cup of coffee.
''This coffee is too weak,"  he?
said, irritablv.
7 of
You are very touchy today,
Adam," said Eve, reproachfully?
"Next, I suppose, you'll be telling
me that I can't make coffee like
your mother used to make."
"I wish I had my rib back,"
returned Adam. "I'd about as
lief live alone as drink lukewarm
dishwater."
"Well, if I had a mamma,"
sobbed Eve, in an injured tone,
4'you bet I'd go home to her."
Vdam ate the remainder of his
meal in silence.���Ohio State Journal.
*��� .���".
portanee. "No matter if there is
no appetite for food you must lie
fed nevertheless.'' says the wise(?)
doctor.
Thousands of years before the
existence of medical science with
its vagaries, its powders, its pills
and its potions, there was in the
possesion of every human being
au instinct which guided correctly
his every action.
The dogs, horses, cows and other
Conversation
In the Garden.
"How does it come dinner isn't
ready?" demanded Adam, impatiently, as he arrived home, after a
hard day's toil in the garden.
441 am sorry, Adam, dear," said
Eve, penitently, "but I have been
embroidering you  a  new  fig-leaf.
domestic animals  possess this in- There is really no  reason  why we
stinct, slightly marred. All wild
animals possess it in a perfect state.
Though human beings of today are
not blessed with the great protecting power of this instinct in all its
completeness, they are, nevertheless, able to determine when they
are hungry, when tbey are uncomfortably cold; ami this instinct, no
matter how much it may have been
subverted, is a thousand times more
capable of accurately dictatiug as
shouldn't have more clothing when
fig-kaves are so plentiful.''
44Do you know," said Adam,
tentatively, "1 sometimes question
the propriety of you wearing a fig-
leaf."
"Why, Adam!" exclaimed Eve,
aghast.    "What do you mean?"
"Er���well." ventured Adam,
"don't you think a fig-leaf is a
trifle decollete, so to speak?"
"No,"   said Eve,  rather snap-
to the time when food is needed pishly, 44so long as I don't give
Odium Theolegicum.
[ByS. W. Fow.]
They met and they talked where the cross-roads
meet.
Four men from the four winds come,
And they talked of the horse, for thev loved the
theme,
Aud never a man was dumb.
And the man from the North loved the strength
of the horse,
And the man from the East bis pace,
And the man from the South loved the speed of
the horse,
And the man from the West his grace.
So these four men from the four winds come,
Each paused a space in his course
And smiled in the face of his fellow-man
And lovingly talked of the horse.
Then each man parted and went his way
As their different courses ran*,
And each man journ.'jed with peace in his heart
And loving his fellow-man.
They met the next year where the cross roads
meet,
Four men from the four winds eome;
And it chanced as they met that they talked of
God,
And never a man was dumb.
One imaged God in the shape of a man,
A spirit did one Insist;
One said tiiat Nature itself was God,
One said that He didn't exist.
Hut they lashed each other with tonjiues that
stung,
That smote as with a rod:
Each glared in the tace of his fellow man.
And wrathfully talked of God.
Then each man parted and went his way,
As their different courses ran;
And each man journeyed with war iu his heart.
And hating his fellow-man.
It is a wise hen who knows her
own eggs.
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I   d LOWERY'8 CLAIM.
[-DKCUtBXB, 1901
Th* Greatest Evil.
False modesty, improper education and the perversion of instinct
that results, are factors in weakening human powers, known to every
physician. They are brought face
to face with the results; but even
they are not permitted to sound a
warning to those who may come
after, on the tabooed subjects. The
world has raised a standard which
declares that conventional and idiotic false modesty is superior to
health; it has set a premium on
ignorance and banned knowledge of
certain subjects which is essential
to right living. But there must be
light, even if a few people have to
be shocked. To this end, we reprint below an article frnm the
"Indian Medical Record" on Sexual Intemperance, by Jennie 6.
Drennan, M. D.:
1 'At the present time  we are too
apt to confine our remarks to liquor
intemperance,   and overlook    the
fact that there are other  forms of
intemperance   which   are   just as
pernicious to the  welfare of man.
Either   from   ignorance,   or from
false modesty,   we   have allowed
this evil of sexual intemperance to
pass unmolested.    Under the cover
of legal marriage, it has  lieen  at
liberty to cause all  manner of suffering  without  being attacked   by
those who ought to ancl do have the
health of the world in their hands.
Its evils have not heen  held  up to
the public gaze like those of drink,
food, dress and pleasure intemperance.    Nay, many of the reformers
in these other lines are as guilty of
spring as much as they mav have a; function as they do on those of eat-
mind to, aud it is all right. The ing ancl walking, as a necessary
legal union covers a multitude of part of their lives. The physician
sins. A woman may be invalided will no longer be implored to put
for life, may be sent to a lunatic. the stamp of Cain on his brow in
asylum���it is all right. A man: order to deliver them from a bur-
may be lower than the most de- j den which they are unfitted by a
generate brute, and yet be all right misuse of this function to bear,
in the eyes of the public so long as! The desire to rid herself of the
this intemperance is exercised with- function of propagating her species
in the pale of holy matrimony. Ig- has hachmost direful effects on
norance is at the root of this evil. | woman's nature. It has made her
Education, as in all other reforms,: cruel and cunning. Woman has
will alone remedy the evil. In til j ever sought to defy man's oppres-
nien and women felly realize the i sive power by cunning, and as long
physiological function which they as she is oppressed she will. Women
are,violating continually, no rem-' who would be horrific*! at a murder
edy can be expected.    Prohibition, j aro willing to murder the little life
as in all other reforms, will fail.
"This   sexual    function   is one
within them, pleading that the lieing is not yet alive.      Not woman
which ought, like all other funo; alone, but man also. A woman
tions, to be performed in accord- j will come to a physician, desiring
ance with natural laws.    Abnorai-i to be relieved of her undesired off-
ally exercised, it calls for more and
more, and ignorant persons credit
this insatiable desire to the strong
love of the individuals. As well
say that au abnormal stomach,
whicli ever and ever craves for
more food, while unable to digest
that whicli it has already received,
is a sign of love.
"By observance of this law there
will  be   fewer   invalided   women,
*���
women 30ft) say 4I have not known
a day's health since i was married;'
fewer inmates for asylums, fewer
deformed children,, and, on the
other side, fewer weak-willed men.
As the physical natiife is made to
obey its laws, it will lie healthier,
and from its more perfect condition
will arise stronger intellectuality
ami spirituality.     The population,
spring, with the oft-ropeated re-
mark: 'My husband does not want
me to have any moro children.'
Yes; but that selfish husband has
neit will-power to projierly reeog-
nide tbat he is misusing a function.
The world today is full of those*
who an* trying to regulate family,
not by an Observance of natural
law, but rather by artificial means
which aro sources of danger.
Knowledge alone will be the remedy for this evil, which should he
called nothing less than legal prostitution."
this one evil as those who do not in   instead of decreasing, will increase.
any respect uphold the tenets of
temperance. This has lieen the
one condition in which man has
been allowed free exercise of his
own will. It has been only when
such intemperance has occurred
outside the sacred precincts of matrimony that the public voice has
beej|| raised in disapproval. Two
persons legally united are free to
*H$ire each  other and their off-
Women with healthy bodies will
not dread maternity. No longer
slaves to an abnormal appetite,
they   will   look  on   this  physical
Tourists
and Strangers
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Hotbi. & good place to eamp over night, b ro n
IU bSlamiksthc line* scenery in the world ean
be *>om without extra chnrgi<3>^ ^-9 nJM
Thoughts of Thinkers.
Trust Iti 111 little who praises all:
him less who e'cnsiiros all; and him
least of all who is indifferent to all.
When   a   man   really   loves   his
neighbor as himself, it generally
turns out that the neighbor is a
pretty gi rl. ���T i e I - Bi ts.
Duty is carrying on promptly
and faithfully the affairs now before you. It is to fulfil the claims
of today.���Goethe,
The practice of self-restraint ami
renunciation is not happiness,
though it may be something mm n
better.���T. H. Huxley.
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