@prefix ns0: . @prefix edm: . @prefix dcterms: . @prefix dc: . @prefix skos: . @prefix geo: . ns0:identifierAIP "e69c3dea-6a3c-4dd6-bee6-20f7e1251b8d"@en ; edm:dataProvider "CONTENTdm"@en ; dcterms:isPartOf "BC Historical Newspapers"@en ; dcterms:issued "2015-11-26"@en, "1902-07-01"@en ; edm:aggregatedCHO "https://open.library.ubc.ca/collections/locla/items/1.0082370/source.json"@en ; dc:format "application/pdf"@en ; skos:note """ LOWERY'S CLAIM NUMBER FOURTEEN. NEW DBNVBR, B. C, CANADA. PRICE: TEN CENTS 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 along. 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. ��� * mmi urn 1 iiijjjjiiijiii tie LOWERY'S CLAIM. l-lui.tr, imt 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 relief. 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 attention. 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 honor. 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 place. 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.] LOWERY'S CLAIM. sit 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 patient. 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- 9* 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 worst? 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 clergyman." "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 days." "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 ��5." "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 Bulletin. 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 LOWERY'S OLAIM. (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- 9/ 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 without. 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. in 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 pushers. Chivalry seems to be dying in the Southern States. At the recent burning of a negro for rape the a Talmage would like to have been considered a ('hrist, but the lack of divinity in his nature made this 9/ 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.] LOWERY'S CLAIM. its 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 voice. 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 pitied. 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 way. 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 creaked Beneath the arms of half a hundred chaps. That old shoe lying on the scrap heap there 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 LOWERY'S CLAIM. {���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 unsolved. 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 ����*��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 love. 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 LOWERY'S OLAIM. sis 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 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 LOWERY'S CLAIM. {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 society." 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) LOWERY'S CLAIM. 319 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 feet, 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 forlorn, 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 air, Her woman's heart gave way! But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven 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 Christian?" "Sir," was the reply, and perhaps with a shade of impatience, "I'm a professor in a theological seminary." 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 Burr. 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 singing?" "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. --Ml LOWERY'S CLAIM. 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 pleasure. 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 month. 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.) LOWERY'S CLAIM. ssi 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 Chump?" "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 dream." "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 breath.'* "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 dead. 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 tini.es 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 singing; 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 giving, 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 shore. Into the night I go, but not without thee, 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���� LOWKRY'S OLAIM. ��* 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 The larger the income the harder to live within it.���Whately. .��.,,.,.,.,i, >��i1.��.W*��'����-t����ni' ��� ��,*��� * ��94 LOWERY'S CLAI1I. {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 Jesus. Spudville Philosophy. A deserved dime lieats a donated dollar. . 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. Tourists Strangers and Winn in New Denver, will lind the Xkwmakkkt Hi �� i ki. a �����" ���.*WJN, Box 70, KhhIo, B. C. His First Baby. Hey there! You little wrigglin' chsh, Wtnkiu' and. blinkin' on grandmA lap, What do you think of all this hi*? Cute little fellow, ain't be, Lit? Say, Doc! how much d'ye s'pose hell weigh? 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' me." 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 Journal. 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. "John." "What?" "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 Times. "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 eye M I ! X"""@en ; edm:hasType "Newspapers"@en ; dcterms:spatial "New Denver (B.C.)"@en, "New Denver"@en ; dcterms:identifier "Lowerys_Claim_1902-07"@en ; edm:isShownAt "10.14288/1.0082370"@en ; dcterms:language "English"@en ; geo:lat "49.9913890"@en ; geo:long "-117.3772220"@en ; edm:provider "Vancouver : University of British Columbia Library"@en ; dcterms:publisher "New Denver, B.C. : R.T. Lowery"@en ; dcterms:rights "Images provided for research and reference use only. 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