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fr l y ? 1 ?" -M5SP!t 1 . -, Yearly Subscription. 1 FIFTEENTH YEAR. 'WHEN THE HOOPSKIRT COMES AGAIN." There'll be trouble, trouble, trouble all day long and in the night, When our grandma's ancient crinoline conies forth ogam to light ; There'll be -n eary ones and sad ones going forth beneath the stars, There'll be merry ones and mad ones coming homo in boats and cars. How the fingsrs -will get blistered holding onto horse cai straps. And the dear onea will get twisted with a num ber of mishaps How they'll wonder, wonder, wonder how they over wi 1 got kissed, How thd boys ay ill blunder, blunder and some bashful girl get missed. Yet there's nothing ever happened but it brought some good thing out. They can hide their beaus behind them when their papas ar ubout, And if beueaih the apple tree she'd like to take a swing He could hang himRelf upon a limb and work the hammock string; And if the string prove tonder, a3 quite often comes to pass, It might sa-ve, perhaps, the both ot them from rolling in the grass. And out upon the crosbing, whan tfie slush is ankle deep, Her crinoline will boom her while she makes the frantic leup. A.nd yet, wero I a maiden, I would rather have my beau Close beside me in the hammock, and I'd let the hoopskirt go, And though the cord be tonder, as is frequently the ean, By practicing composure one could liso with ease und grace ; So I think, upon the whole, girls, you'd better "let them ao," For whea two con "hug a buggy" it's much nicer, "don't you know." UOllENLINDEy. There are a few great battles in history which from having been made the subjects of poetry enjoy a kind of double immortality. The genius of Byron has embalmed two of the great est, Marathon and "Waterloo, in his grand and stately verse Marathon, which ''looked upon the sea," and Waterloo, which was preceded by that "sound of revelry by night." Sir Walter Scott has invested Flodden Field with new interest by his patriotic and stirring lines, while Burns has reached the loftiest lyric heights in his famous battle piece of "Bannockburn," with its impassioned address of Bruce, "Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled." Henry of Navarre, with his white plume, at Ivrv, stands out forever on the brilliant page of Macaulay, while everybody remembers the "Charge of the Light Brigade" at Balakiava, which Tennyson has made immortal. And in our own land Buchanan Bead, a poet of the second class, has stirred the pulses of millions and given undying fame to "Sheridan's Bide" aud the battle of Winchester. Still, other like instances might be given. How strange it seems that poetry, which is the most delicate species of composition aud which draws its life from the moral, spirit ual and metrical harmonies, should be thus capable of bodying forth to the senses such vivid and life-like representations of the horrid con fusion and dissonance of battle. Even music, too, which is supposed to be the very soul of harmony, does the like. Every old piano in the world has rattled its imagined accom paniment to the wild uproar and carnage of the "Battle of Prague." But perhaps the most notable in stance of this poetical picturing of the sounds and movements of war is the poet Campbell's famous battle piece of "Hohenlinden." What man among us, past middle life, has not in his schoolboy days declaimed: "On Linden when, tho sun waB low." The subject of this well-known poem was aptly chosen by its author. The battle of Hohenlinden was one of the most dramatic ana picturesque in history and it was only needed that poetic Are should light up again, in words, its lurid scenes against the dark background of that somber for est and winter landscape to make a picture to strike the imagination and live forever. On the 3d day of December, 1800, 05,000 French under Gen. Moreau, lay at the little village of Hohenlin den, twenty miles east of Munich, on the borders of the Bavarian forest The ground was covered with snow and the waters of the river Iser rolled swiftly and darkly between its white banKs and under its snow-laden, over arching branches. Such was the opening scene.of war, and this the poet's description; KJw -q$p j. j - . SO. "On Linden when the Bun was low. All bloodless lay the untroden snow. And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly." The wary French commander was lying in wait there for his adversary, the Archduke John, brother of the Austrian Emperor, who, with an army of about equal numbers with his own, was coming through the for est in pursuit, thinking the French in full retreat, miles beyond. But Moreau had paused here to give battle and take his enemy by surprise. He had made his disposi tions for this purpose, prepared to strike the Austians full in the face as they should attempt "to deploy from the forest into the open ground and drive them back into its depths, while he had sent a detachment un der Gen. Kichepanse around to the rear to strike them in flank as they should be winding their long serpen tine way through its intricate and difficult paths. Thus he was lying in wait on the day and night of Decem ber 2, before the battle, ready to strike when the hour should coma It was perhaps a poetic li cense to fix the beginning of the bat tle at the midnight hour, though it is probable that the drums did beat their notes of preparation soon alter the "dead of night." "Rut Linden saw anotnei sight. When the drums boat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery." On came the unsuspecting Au strians, when just as they were emerging from the wood the French fell upon them, Grouchy's division and Key's for these two men were there, the men who, fifteen years after, played such different parts in the great tragedy of Waterloo. The battle at once grew furious. A blind ing snowstorm was falling, darken ing the heavens and shutting out the combatants irom each other's view, the artillery men sighting their guns from the flashes of the opposite bat teries. "Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steeds to "battle driven, And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flashed the red artillery." And now, at the very hight of this tremendous conflict, the Austrians desperately struggling to gain the open field and the French steadily pushing them back into the forest, the keen eye of Moreau detected a sudden pause, and then a shiver of contusion and panic in their ranks, and knew that Bichepanse had de livered his blow to their struggling line in the rear, and like the great commander which he was, he turned I quickly to Ney and said: "Now is our time forward!" That splendid soldier lose not a moment as he hurled hi3 columns upon the foe, completing their dis comfiture and throwing them into utter rou i and confusion. But notwithstanding this victory in front, the battle was not yet over. The brave Bichepanse with his de tachment, in executing his maneuver to the rear, had met the whole right wing of the Austriain army coming through the forest by another path, had been cut in two by this overwhelming force, but with only one regiment in the van had, never theless, struck the Austrian line, ac cording to his orders, and caused the pause and panic at their front which had caught the watchful eye of the, French commander. But all the rest of his detachment was now cut off and the victorious right wing of the Austrians had emerged from the wood on their side of the field and made another desperate struggle nec essary to drive them back. The bat tle then opens anew. "The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave. Wave. Munich ! All thy banners wave, And charge with all the chivalry." But this new attack is triumphant ly met; Key and Grouchy and Grenier perform prodigies of valor;the French troops fight with their revolutionary ire and their enemies with the cour age of desperation in the dark and tangled forest glades where "Furious Frank and fiery Hun. Shout in their sulphurous canopy." But the Austrians are driven hack and cut to pieces, column after column, in the deep woods which were torn vrith shell and cannon shot and riddled with musket balls from - S STOCK IFlAJElyflllNa- THEE BASIS OB1 OUR, INDUSTRIES. WA-KEENEY, KANSAS, side to side while the victorious Jjrenc i generals, at the head of their converging columns, meet and em brace each other in the ecstasy of triumph in the presence of their huzzahing soldiers. The Austrian army was completely crushed by this great victory; 20,000 killed and wounded; eighty-seven cannon taken, hundreds of colors and thousands ot small arms, and the broken remains rolled back in utter rout and confusion across the Inn to ward Vienna. The French, too, had helped to redden that early winter snow with the blood of thousands of their brave dead. "Few, few shall part where many meet ; The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulcher." Jean Victor Moreau, the hero of i Hohenlinden, .was 37 years of age when he won this great victory. It was his last battle, his last triumph. His subsequent history is a sad one, and his death peculiarly and painfully tragic Returning to France after the peace which his great victory had won, he soon fell under the baleful shadow of Napoleon's jealousy, which he returned in kind, and began to plot with conspirators against his chief. It is said that he was not naturally jealous, or over-ambitious, but was prompted to his course by his new wife and her aspiring mother. However this may have been it is certain that as a general he stood next to' Napoleon in military skill and achievement and in the hearts of the French people. It is natural, therefore, that he should have been considered the rival of Bonaparte, and Bonaparte was a man who tolerated no rivals. He was soon arrested for conspiracy and tried before a court-martial, which found him guilty and condemned him to two years' imprison ment This sentence the first con sul commuted to banishment, no doubt to get him permanently out of the way, and the disgraced officer came to the United States, where he lived nine years, engaged in agricul ture, while his great rival was mount ing from victory to victory, crowning himself emperor and filling the world with the fame of his stupendous ex ploits. At last came the Bussian in vasion and its crushing, awful re verse. Then the conqueror was con fronted by all Europe in arms, and in the campaign which followed, when the allied armies were struggling with Napoleon on the plains of Saxony, the Emperor Alexander of Kussia, sent for the victor of Hohenlinden to en list him against his old rival and enemy and to secure to the allies the benefit of his great military genius and experience. He obeyed the sum mons and on the 27th day of August, 1813, the second day of the battle of Dresden, he sat on his horse by the side of the Emperor Alexander, in a a group of officers, on a little mound, or elevation, counseling in regard to a pending maneuvre, when Napoleon, a mile or so away, in the opposite lines, espied the group with his glass, and, calling an artillery captain, said, in his impetuous way: "Throw a few shot into that company on the hill yonder there may be some little generals in it." Alas! for poor Moreau; alas! for hu man ambition; the grim Emperor spoke more wisely than he knew. The cannon balls came crashing into the little group, one of them going straight through the horse on which Moreau sat and hurling him to the ground, with both his legs crushed and mangled. It was an awful sight and shock to his friend, the Kussian Emperor, and the officers of his staff an awful doom to the unhappy, ex iled General, who thus met his fate, while giving counsel to the enemies of his country. He lingered five days in agony of body and mind and then died with a pethetic wish for France upon his lips. Happy tor the dying soldier that he did not know that the fatal shot came direct from his great and suc cessful rival of other days and happy, too, for Napoleon, though he might not then have thought it, that he, also, was ignorant of the fact that the swift messenger of death, which obeyed his order was to take the life of that brilliant but hated nyal, who swW- i-STVS" ii.j - . "fSBBTir - ..VB -. - - " t , v.. SATURDAY, APRIL 15, in their younger ( ays nad dared to aspire to his place and honors. Thus, tragically and pathetically, died the hero of Hohenlinden, one of the great est military commanders that France bears upon her immortal rolls of fame. Free Press. The Next Century. What will the discoveries and in ventions of the nineteenth' century leave to the twentieth? Steamboats and railroads, ocean steamer naviga tion, clipper ships and screw propel lers have been invented; the powers and mysteries of electricity have been developed to the uses of mankind. Implements and machinery to en able farmers to master the tillage of thousands of acres with less toil than was required in the cultivation of the farm of less than one hundred acres. Lighting bv gas was introduced, metal pens ana friction matches were invented; aluminium, was discovered: also chloroform, iridium, lithium, magnesium, palladium, potassium, quinine, rubidium, ruthenium, stron tium, thallium, yttrium, and zincon ium; daguerrotypes and photography, pnonographythe stethoscope, the com plete sewing machine, the bicycle, re volverand Gattling gun, and tremend ous explosives used in quarrying, min ing, and gunnery. The steam printing press was an invention of the early years of the century, now developed to the print ing of many thousand sheets per hour. Electricity has been reduced and trained to the uses of mankind in every conceivable manner, and Edi son has made its powers the wonder of the age. Franklin caught it, Morse reduced and utilized it to the uses of telegraphy, Field and his as sociates employed it, Puck-like, to cable continents and belt the world with instantaneous intercommunica tion. Electric light and railways are among the wonders wnich are in common use. The phonograph and telephone are trained mysteries, which everybody uses. What will there be for the twentieth century to discoyer or invent? Choose tho Little Ones. It is seldom that a large, powerful dog proves a genuine protection against professional burglars. He may keep an amateur at bay, but a professional who is an expert at his work will be able to guard against him. Elaborate calculations are gen erally made in advance as to the diffi culties to be overcome and a big dog is not likely to be in the way. If the animal is kept in the yard the first step taken is to poison or drug it, and it becomes, in consequence, a source of danger by creating an unwarranted feeling of security. A little dog that barks and runs away when ap proached is a far better protector, and babies and young children are even better stilL It is very seldom that a boarding school is robbed, and in selecting a. house for operations the burglar is apt to pass those which his reliable informant tells him have babies and young children among the occupants. When there is a baby in the house, either the mother or the nurse is sure to be a light sleeper from habit, and ready to wake up at the faintest sound. Then there is the chance, which is in itself considerable, of the baby waking up and contributing a general cry to the entertainment, and altogsther 1t is good business to avoid a house where there are young children when a mid night visit is contemplated. The burglar community is well aware of this and acts accordingly. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Cotton. A recent process for cleaning and restoring the quality of cotton dam aged in harvesting, or by sea water, consists in placing the bales in a tank with a low pressure steam, and sub sequently forming a vacuum. The bleaching is the result of treating the material with a solution of perman ganate of potash and afterward with dilute acid. Great virtues don't excuse small vices. state n st sooiety '&-' - ' - fnamsKtaimaaaitl s ' -V r 4 :& - "V COnCK 1893. RAM'S HORN BLASTS. Warning Notes Calling tho Wicked to Repentance. ENAMENTAL characters are full o f wak spots. The d e v i l's masterpiece is a drunkard's home. God is disap pointed when a 5 Christian is not happy. A man with a bad liver very often has a good heart. The nearer men get to God, the more they are tempted. If the tongue could kill not many would live to old age. Heli, is as near to the palace as Heaven is to the death bed. The man who picks his own cross never gets the right one. Evmiy man in a brass band thinks his horn makes the best music Neakly all Christ's preaching was to the sinners in the church. There is no greater misfortune in life than to have a bad mother. The easiest thing for a loafer to do is to find fault with busy people. It is a dangerous thing to follow anybody who is not following Christ The diamond has the most sparkle, but window glass does the most good. The devil has -no better helper than the man with a fault-finding spirit. Beai. prayer for a revival never be gins until we are willing to work for it. The trouble with people who can talk is that they are apt to say too much. Man is not banished from God's presence for what he does, but what he is. The shadow of a misfortune will generally frighten us more than the disaster itself. Undertake tc prove that there is no hell and every mean man will throw up his hat They know in Heaven how much religion the ncn have by the way they treat the poor folks. The world is full of lion fighters, but it is hard to find . people who won't run from a hornet If you have the wrong kind of re ligion in the street cars, you don't have the right kind at church. Do good as often as you have op portunity, and it will not be your fault if you are not kept busy. The religion that is noisy in church is sometimes very quiet in other places where it is more needed. If you want God's fire to burn brightly everywhere, see to it that it never goes out in your own heart The recording angel never strikes a balance on his books by what is said of a man on hi3 grave stone. Every new acquaintance we make has the power to tell us something we didn't know about ourselves. There are preachers who would make several radical changes in the plan of salvation if they could. One trouble with the world is that there are too many church members and not enough Christians. A LiTTE weed has no more right to live than a big one. To spare any kind of a sinmay mean to lose your own life. Selfishness. Selfishness is poverty; it is the most utter destitution of a human being. It can bring nothing to his relief: it adds soreness to his sorrows; it sharp" ens his pains; it aggravates all the losses he is liable to endure, and, when goaded to extremes, often turns destroyer and staikes its last blows on himself; it gives nothing to rest in or fly to in our trouble; it turns our affections on ourselves, self on self, as the sap of a tree descending out of season from its heavenward branches, and making not only its life useless, but its growth downward. iO SY . J ', iA''$Li TJWN. yt JV- & OROOES, Proprs. NUMBER 9. A GRAMMATICAL DUELLIST.'. Good Story but Not Particularly WeU Au , thentlrated. Two English gentlemen once stepped into a coffee-house in Paris, where they observed a tall, odd-looking man, who appeared not to be. a native, sitting at one of the tables, and looking around him with the ut- -most stone-like gravity of countev nance upon every object Soon after the Englishman enteredi ',. one of them told the other that a eel- -ebrated dwarf had arrived at Paris. At this the grave-looking personage above mentioned opened his mouth, -and spoke. "I arrive," said he, "thou am vest, he arrives; we arrive, you4arrive, they arrive. " The Englishman whose remark -seemed to have suggested this mys terious speech, stepped up to the stranger, and asked, "Did you speak . to me sir?" "I speak," replied the stranger, , "thou speakest, he speaks, we speak, you speak, they speak. " "How is this?" said the English man. . "Do you mean to insult me?" The stranger Teplied, "I insult, , thou insultest; we insult, you insult. . they insult," "This is too much," said the.Eff glishman; "I will have satisfaction If you have any spirit with your.rude- -ness, come along with me." To this defiance the imperturbable stranger replied, "I como,. thou t comest, he comes; we come, you come, they come." And thereupon he rose, with great -coolness, and followed his challenger. In those days, when every gentle man wore his sword like a man, open $ and free, and not like cowardly, skulking fellows of this age, who have assassin-knives and hidden re volvers within their shirt bosoms and , vest pockets, duels were speedily de spatched. They went to a neighbor ing alley, and the Englishman, . un-. sheathing his weapon, said .to his an.i tagonistj "Now, sir, you. must.flghi me." "I tight," replied the-otheF, "we fight," here he made a thrust "you . fight, thev fight," and here he dis, armed hi3 adversary. "Well," said the Englishman,' "vou4 have the best of it, and. I, hope you are satisfied." "I am satisfied," said the original, , sheathing his sword, "thou art satis-,, fled, he 'is satisfied; we are satisfied you are satisfied, they are satisfied."' "I am glad everyone is. satisfied,'" said the Englishman; "but pray leave,, off this quizzing, and tell, me what is. your object, if you have any, in doing; so." The grave gentleman now,- for the first time, became intelligible, "1 am a Dutchman," said.hc. "and am learning your language. Lflnd it very difficult to remember tbe-peculiT aritie3 of the verbs, and. my. tutor has advised me, in order to fix them, in my mind, to conjugate every English verb that I hear spoken.. This-1 have made it a rule to doi.Idonlt likg to have my plans broken- in, upon while they are in, operation,, or, I would have told you this before." The Englishman laughed heartily at this explanation, and invited the conjugating Dutchman to dine with them. "I will dine," said-he,, "thou, wilt dine, he will dine; you will dins, they will dine,, we will all dfne to gether." This they did and it was difficult to determine whether the Dutchman ate or conjugated with most per severance TnejffeTrspaperof tbe Future. Mr. Edison thinks that eventually all newspapers will be set up by a combination of the phonograph and type-setting machine. Editors, he says, will read off into phonographs all the copy brought in, editing as they go along. The compositor will put the cylinder with his "take" on another phonograph, and, listening , to the dictation of the machine, will translate it directly by the key3 ot the mechanical type-setter. A man will have faith in the goodr , ness of the world so long as he hat faith in the goodness of one wosaww -. 4 fit M "jh-??,. '' lm f-iThr,. - ' SiskX:&fl ."u ,.- LA-.'