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I U.ltJf ' " jf, ysMt"11 ' v j- I'rs'-srf r ---" - . - irirrr.rj &D-f'. ' f5r "V THE REGISTER. RATES OF ADVERTISING. THE IOLA REGISTER. SPACE... HtJi... J Inch... linen... 41nca... JtCoI... KCol.... 1 Col.... It w. 11 w. im.i3m.ISm. ITTL iioua 13 W SO 00 23 00 33 00 SOOII PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. tioMttao woo stooatsoiasso 160 IS 300 4 00 sso 4 0o! a no 3 00 8 SO ALLISON' A PEUKIKS, PCBLunro. 3 20 J follow is oo a a. io ootis ot a ot 100 0(1 IOLA, ALLEN COUNTY, KANSAS. EJ-Transient sad Legal advertisements must be paid for In advance. I oeal and Special Notices, 10 cents a tiae. AU letters in relation to business In any war connected with the ofltce should be M'lrM-Hl to the Publishers and Proprietors. Aixisox A Fnnn. TEEMS TWO DOLLARS FEB YKAK. VOLUME IX. IOLA, ALLEN COUNTY, KANSAS, APRIL 24, 1875. 3ST0. 17. OFFICIAL PAPER OF COUNTY. yiuu, jwijuhhw', m'-Mi DO 10 OU 7 00 8 SO 13 00 10 00)13 W 17 SO u ooiis oo a ok Bap 00 33 00 x7 oops oopo 00 business Pirectenj. COUNTY OFFICERS. 1 IgWTaleott District Judge J&Aeat, ... .". Probate Judge Wm Thrasher, County Treasurer HAXeedhara, County Clerk vr?J?,"""v iseguwer or ueeus J H Biehards Countr Attornev C3C Simpson,. Plrlr Tftiatri. r.nn m r.-E !Brvan KnnrlntrMln tntill.- &hnAh J L Woodin feberiff PHorvsUe, ) Xw?Iowland, J. Isaac Bonebrake, ) Lyman nooaues SuiTeyor . ..Commlasionen CITY OFFICERS. W C Jones Mavor JK Boyd. Police Judge G W Apple, t J II Richards, ConncOmen WHRiehards, C M Simpson, J L Lyortnrup , Treasurer JShomon,..' Clerk J N WooUoroes Marshal C D Brigga Assistant Marshal CHURCHES. METHODIST EPISCOPAL. Corner of Jefferson avenue and Broadway St. Services every Sabbath at 10J. a. m. and 7 p. m. rnj meeting xnursaay evenings at 7 p. m. p. m itor. 11. A. jf cjth, l'asl PBESBTTEBIAK. Corner Madison avenue and Western street. Services 10i a. m.and7 p.m. Sunday School at V a. iu. BAPTIST. On Sycamore street. Services every Sabbath at u;, a. iu. auu i p.m. i-rajermeeiing on inurs day evening. Church meeting at 2 p. m. on Saturday before the first Sabbath in each month. Sabkatn School at 13 o'clock m. C. T. Floyd, Pastor. Secret Societies. IOLA LODGE, NO. 38, a A. F A A. Masons meets on the first ZA- and third Saturdays in every month Voy Brethren in good standing are ini ittd fX "ena. it. w. talcott, m . M J. N. White, Sec'y. IOLA LODGE, NO. 21, I. O. of Odd Fel lows hold their regular meetings everv Tues- ' llav en-ninor. in thpir uaii, next uoor nonn oi ine pose omce. isinn; brethren in good standing, are invited to attend C. M. siMrsox, X. o. W. C. Jones, Sec'y. . )0tcl5. LELAND HOUSE. T D. ALLEN. Proprietor. IOLA. Kansas. Jj. This house has been thoroughly repaired and refitted and is now the most desirable place in the city for travelers to stop. No pains ill be sparea io maze me guests oi me ieiann nil at home. Baggage transferred to and from IX-jiot free of charge. . CITY HOTEL, RICHARD PKOCTOB, Proprietor. Iola, Kansas. Single meals 23 cents. Day board ers one dollar per day. .5 Slttorctijs, H. W. TALCOTT, ATTOHXEV AT LAW, Iola, Allen eoiuty, Kansas. Office on Madison avenue, one door castof Wm. Davis. Cases before any of the courts of the State will receive careful attention. All collections promptly remitted. . NELSON F. AOERS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Iola, Allen county, Kansas I Lis the only full and complete set of Abstracts of Allen county. J. C. Hcbbat. J. II. Richards, County Attorney. MURRAY & RICHARDS, ATTORNEYS AND COUNSELORS AT LAW. Money in sums from 8-VX) 00 to S5.0JU 00 loaned on long time upon Improved Farms in Allen, Anderson, Woodson, and Neosho coun ties. . IHi9cellancou5. L. L. LOW, GENERAL AUCTIONEER. Iola, Kansas. Cries sales In Allen and adjoining counties. M. DeMOSS, M. D., OFFICE over Jno. Francis & Co.'s Drugstore Residence on Washington avenue, 2nd door south Neosho street. H. A. NEEDHAM, ""SOUXTY CLERK. Conveyancing carefully V done, and acknowledgements taken, nd plans neatly drawn. Maps J. N. WHITE, T TNDERTAKER, Madison avenue, Iola, Kan- I 1 Lis Wnnl mffina enflgt.ntlv nn hftnil sml Hearse always In readiness. MetalicBurial Cases luraished on short notice. J. E. THORP, BARBER SHOP on Washington -avenue first door south of L.L. Xorthrup's. Wood, Coal, Potatoes, Corn and Hickory .Nuts taken m ex change for work. . H. REIMERT, TAILOR. Iola, Kansas. Scott Brother's old stand. Clothing made to order in the latest Jng and repairing done on short notice. D. F. GIVENS, -ITITATCHMAKER, JEWELER, AXD CLOCK V V ucpairer, at the postonice, Iola, Kansas. blocks. Watches and Jewelry, promptly and neatly repaired and warranted. A line assort ment of Clocks, Jenelry, Gold pens and other Jancy articles, which will be sold cheap. . PUBLICATION NOTICE. In the District Court of the 7th Judicial Dis trict of the State of Kansas, sitting in and Jbr jvuen county. May A. Pepple, plaintiff, vs. 3fad ton C. Pepple, Defendan t, S To the aboe named Defendant Madison C. .Pepple: You will take notice that you have been asued bv ihel'laintiffMary A. Pepple iu Hie above sained" court, and that unless jou answer the iwtition of the said Mary A. Pepple againstyou Jlleil in the clerk's office of said court, on or be fore thesuth day of May A. D. 1875, said petition will be taken as true, and a judgment and de cree will be rendered against ou, of which the .following will be the nature: The plaintiff will Je granted a divorce from jou, and, as alimony, HUrJi sum of tnnnpv us to the court mSV Seem reasonable and just, and such other relief aseuuity .and the nature of the case may require witness mv hand as Clerk with the seal of said Court affixed at my 2eai.. offiae in Iola, Kansas this 12th day of April, A. u. IS73. C. X. SIMPSON, Clerk. Mcbbav ft Richards, Pl'fls. Att'y. 1C New Meat Market Having just opened a MEAT MARKET tiUiiton Av.Jlnt door vat Scoff Bro't old tltxt.) I propose to keep constantly on hand ALL KINDS OF MEAT, Amd 811 suSLaw&aStk Iwast- Give me a call when you want anything is my 2ine and I will guarantee satisfaction. Ef-COAL Furnished on order. BICHARD PROCTOR. T OB WORK of great variety and of superior style done promptly at the Office of the Neosho Valley ueoisteb. iTJLJZTS TUEPBESS AND THE CENTENNIAL Ai Address Delivered Before tie Ksisas Editorial Assoeiatlii at Msakattaa Wcdaesday Kvealag. April 7. 1875 y lloa. Getrge A. Crawford, of Fart Scott. Mr. President, Gentlemen of the Kamat Editorial Association, Zadiet and Gentle- tnen It is a fortunate coincidence that we meet in the geographical centre of the continent, and in the shadow of one of our great institutions of learning, on the one hundred and twentieth anniversary of the Boston Gazelle and Country Gen tleman. That paper was the organ of the sons of Liberty. It sounded the bugle call of the revolution. Through its columns the fiery Otises, the Adamses, the Warrens breathed their souls, aflame with the spirit of freedom, nntil their "breath became a clarion," and their thought "flamed like a beacon in the midnight air" of that portentious time. Pardon the auspicious omen, and here take my cue, I owe a duty to a very thankless, but very grateful trust ; and having the multitudinous ear of Kansas in this social point of her whispering gal lery, where, like an old parchment, I can say, "Know all men," I am too old a "chiel amang ye" and have enjoyed my relations to you as delinquent subscriber a little too long, not to know and im prove my opportunity. I proceed to convert this annual gathering of the Knights of the White Plume the old goose quill, into a centennial camp meeting while I gossip of a few hundred years ago, and "dead beat" you out of columns of gratuitous advertising for my cause in the year to come. Congress, you are aware, has voted a national tribute to the heroes of the pen and sword of 1776 ; not the compliment of monuments that shine and chill not the sword's piled pyramid of skulls but a world's exposition of its arts and indus triesacres of products from all lands, in contrast and comparison, for stimulus and instruction. As our nation had ac cepted invitations and been, represented at expositions in Europe at London, Paris and Vienna it was appropriate that Congress should provide for making our exposition international and should invite all nations to join in celebrating the Declaration of independence and the birth ot the nation. This, by their di rection, the president has twice done and heartily done. I cannot trench upon your time nor question your intelligence by any gener al detail of the programme. I may say, however, that no occasion like the centennial can come to us again. At least it is safe to say we will not see another in the next hnndred years. Every nation on the globe will be tep resented. All lands will vie with ours. All times and ases will contribute. A visit to those fifty acres of buildings in Fairmount park will be a pilgrimage round the world and back, throug the galleries of art and science to the cradle of the race. Kines and queens will come leaving their crowns at home, to pay a strange devotion to lives and deaths which make all crowns a mockery except that higher, God-given aureole an honest manhood and a manly life. It is no dead offering to the dead ; but a most living tribute of a live people to chose who still live "injideas, not years," in our pulse beats which they stir, and "not in figures on a dial." They give us a fallowfield to work, we return them a harvest home. With measureless grat itude of piled gifts, and profitable com parisons of handiwork, we'll prove they did not die in vain ; for when the iron heel is lifted, the crushed heart of the people leaps up under the stimulus of freedom in deeds that are perpetual thanksgiving. In honor of the heroic men who struck down the flaming sword of tyranny and opened this garden of God to the indus try of all lands, all lands will bring the green and growing beauties of the earth. In honor of the "old continentals, in their ragged regimentals," whose good swords, at a blow, struck into being, a nation, and out of being, the manacles of men-; who established free speech, free press, freedom to worship God; who opened the road io earthly and heaven's honors, and illustrated the way to both, all tongues .will give the music of their speech. Thirty nations have already accepted the invitation. All of South America. Nearly all of Europe. The islands of the Sea, King Kalakua's among the rest. Asia, the mother of the races. The bar riers of prejudice overthrown, the Chin ese wall, of exclusion broken China and Japan are coming. The flowery king doms from the east, to which we have given railroads, telegraphs and commis sioners of agriculture, while they send to us their children to be educated. Inter preting longitude by ouralpbabetof rail roads and steamships, we read it DacK ward, and look for the east to come from the west, and we da not look in vain. Africa, in the general joy, will show white teeth through thick lips, and the republic of Liberia comes to thank the republic of the west for the proebtaution of Lincoln. And, to individualize, France, a monarchy then, a republic now, that give us money and ships, Laf ayette, has a lineal. Lafayette at the head of her commission. Oar ally, then, w sister still, France comes to review the scenes which her blood consecrated. Even England, pontine no more, "mer- rie," mother England, cornea to forgive and be forgiven, on the very spot of our anger. Recenteventshave smoothed the way. That fifteen million check to cover the Geneva award was a peace offering. And better yet, the conduct of that cap tain of the British man-of-war, who rushed into the Cuban port to stop the butchering of American citizens, and who said to the Haynaua who command ed : "In the absence of an American vessel, I will protect the American flag." The miner of the mountains of Nevada sent it back in the spirit ofthe centen nial, when they shipped him a silver brick .with the curt western message: "You're a brick here's another." The time is ripe for mother England and her daughter to meet and embrace each other, and the centennial is the opportunity. It is the people's overture to nations to cultivate the arts and amenities of peace and to learn war no more. We give them welcome to our peace jubilee. It is the world's protest against the further use of the sword. It is the hand-shaking of nations. It is the pen's triumph the sccptered sovereignty of the old gray goosequill. The poet's wish is now : "Oh 1 that tome sweet bird of the south Might build in every cannon's mouth, Till the only sound from its rusty throat Should be the wren's or the bluebird's note ; Thatdove might And a safe resort In the embrasures of e ery fort. ' ' And the spirit of peace begets a spirit of industry. The hammers which sound the busy note of preparation among the nations will have multiplied echoes in the year to come. And the hearts of men will be lifted up, touched by the awakened spirit of that sublime defiance which our broad-brimmed ancestors flung to kings in their Fourth of July protest. We will delicate ourselves anew to busy industry, quickened by a free and enlightened press. I have said the invitations are nut, and the nations arc coming. The centennial it we are to keep pace with the exposi tion of Vienna, will cost $10,000,000. Congress has made nn appropriation. The niiietv-fiiur uiiMilaried gentlemen who accepted the government trust of entertaining the guests, feel that they have a moderate sized elephant on their hands. Of the four and one-half millions subscribed, nearly every dollar comes from Philadelphia and Pennsylvania; one hundred thousand from New Jersey; some from citizens of New York ; nothing from Kansas. What is our part of this great work? I appeal to the power behind the throne. Gov. Bigler, its financial agent hearing that the hand of God is laid heavily on Kansas, so that her children cry for bread, writes that no money contribu tions will be expected nothing but a good display, for her own sake, from Kansas. Nobly said and across the gulf of space let us make obeisence to Gov. Bigler for sympathy as touching!)' given asathat of the newsboy when he handed the lady the letter in mourning. But can Kansas afford to accept his offer ? Saying nothing of the wore than crime, the impiety of our ingratitude to our ancestors, can the state which gave to the Declaration its broader interpre tation by which it now embraces, not a race, but the universal brotherhood of man, afford to stand on the record of its mendicancy ? If we can afford to ignore the name of our ancestors, do we owe nothing to our selves? I appeal to your generous aid to popularize the centennial. Let us encourage the sale of medals and certifi cates of stock, and help in every way we can. Kansas is a name none too fragrant of prosperity now. First the panic, and after that the judgment. Pandemonium let loose, with all its chinchbugs aad grasshoppers and worse, its overdone beeearr. to afflict and humble us. Oh for ' 'One crowded honr of glorious life. " of the early martyrs' time. But the centennial and our opportuni ty for redemption, will strike their noon together when the finger on the dial of the century points to the 12, at the open ing of the celebration on the 10th of May '76. Kansas, full armed and equipped, must be there to fline a challenge-banner out against the world in the display of fruits. She has already taken medals in that familiar field. It will be an easy victory, winged on the wires, and chron icled in every paper in the world. You will bo a poor set of representatives if you can't hobnob with the pencraft of all creation, and get a gratuitous "send- off" for your adopted mother. Then, when the blue ribbon, like a patch of blue sky on a storm-tossed ocean, comes, the voice of the chicken-hearted croaker shall no more be heard in the land. Be of good cheer. Time has been be fore when there was no corn in western Kansas, and they fed buffolo meat to the hogs on the Solomon. Seeing the naked ness of the land, the pitying philanthro pist mid, "Friead, what do they raise here?" And the truthful answer was "H-h-a-i-rl" I need not tell you this was when the "peaceful savage" prowled over the eastern as now the western bor der, stealing our blankets, and then,- as Artemeua said, "fleeing to the solitude of the desert to conceal his emotions." When buffalo steak failed between Leavenworth and Pike's Peak in our cheerful time, our Argonatus just ate nc another! A two hundred and fifty pound cold corpus, like brother Prouty or brother Griffin, would have been a dainty morsel for the early pioneer. "We have lost the victory," said Lan nes to Napolean at Marengo. "Yes," said the chief, taking out his watch, "but there is time to win another." In this battle with the plagues let us win the bridge, and, as Napolean said, "sleep on the battle ground," as is our custom. When in the graveyard, then whistle. If Kansas would be musical it is time to begin to "pucker" at least for the anvil chorus of our peace jubilee. To avoid the nettle's sting, crush it boldly. To overcome a danger, prompt ly face it In this spirit when hollow eyes looked hungry, and their hands appealed for bread, and the shivering children pleaded through rags and rent for raiment, your legislature wisely, as I think, made an appropriation to begin our preparations for the centennial. We look to you to follow up their work. Re' solve the people into a committee of the whole, and move the previous question on the final result, uur own Kansas committee can make success no more than one swallow can make a summer. And when, next year, that morning gun outrunning England's drum oeat round the world, shall usher in the Fourth of July; when not only in Phila delphia, but elsewhere, the old flag will be flung to its native sky, where "all its hues were born." when labor, radiant with rest apace, and in churthes, tem ples, groves, with prayers and songs, the gratified millions will face toward Phila delphia to .salute with them millions there, the millions of freedom. When that immortal Arctic day shall rise, sun lit with the splendors of this century and the rosy dawn of the next, I trust we will meet in next annual convention by the Altar of Liberty, in old Independ ence Hall 1 And as the train of worshiHrs from the whole world come as to a shrine, Virginia, with a star on her heart (Washington) hand in hand as of old with Massachusetts, on whose heart is also another star (the blaze of Bunker Hill), we shall bear the rustle ot royal robes, and see a face not sad nor hollow- eyed, but glad with good living and radiant with the hope of the future. By the sickle and the sheaf in her hands, the wheat in her hair, we might hail her as Ceres, or by the apple in her rosy arm-, Pomona, but by that banner of the strange device she bears, "ad attra per aipera," to the stars by rough ways (oh God ! by what rough ways !) we shall recognize our own Kansas, our crowned queen of the west, for whom, though then but twenty-two, better loved than we, better men than we, al ready have been proud to die. One more spot of historic interest you will visit together. You will look through iron bars, into tho villages of the dead where its "rude forefathers slept" in the heart of the now great city, and through brimful eyes you will read still blossoming on the plainest stone, the names of Benjamin and Deborah. Mem ory will bring back to you a printer boy who ran away from his apprenticeship in Boston, found New York without a book store and not ready for its first newspa per, landed in Philadelphia with a dollar and a quarter in his pocketJ-an earlier Greely on the tramp bought three loaves of bread, and with one under each arm and eating the other, took a survey of the town in his old clothes, broad hat, long cue, knee breeches, and capacious pockets, full of soiled shirts; sauntered past the door where the stood to whom the stone among the daisies now gives the name of "wife"; went to the quaint Quaker church where the homeless boy overworked and weary fell asleep, to be awakened at the close by an alien hand on bis shoulder. You will recall his long awakening, his successful career at the case and in the sanctum; bis rise to kindred fame and kindred work with Washington and Jefferson in behalf of liberty, his advocacy of our cause in the presence of kings; the honors paid by two worlds at his death. " You will look in vain among streets and houses for the "commons" where he flew his kite, and the rough shed where he cradled the infant wonder of the sky, when he drew down the lightning, dem onstrated its identity with electricity and disarmed its thunderbolts. But in place of the tow string, you will find resultant wires a)l round where he lived and sleeps, elaborated into that triumph of the age the telegraph. That recent miracle of his younger brother, the white-haired octogenarian, Morse, will be repeated, in which, at the close of day, all the stations in the circuit ot the sun listened for his last message. The centennial, voicing Franklin, will send similar greetings to those focal centers of thought, and those last ariela, the swift lightening, now prisoned in air and impatient to wing their way over rivers, under oceans dry shod, past morning's beams, will bring the answer instant back from asso ciated presses of the antipodes, to their proper home, the home of Franklin. And in the carnival of that day, our Kansas suiters here, will not forget to pass throurh the iron grating their floral offerings of the prairies, to that grand and gallant rauaway who was not too proud at last to write in his will, "B. Franklin, printer." "Is Mike McCarthy in the ranks." said the ceneral now re- member this Is Mike that relates it, and j it occurred as the army was drawn up in line just before the battle "Is Mike Mc Carthy in the ranks?" said the general. "Here I am, general," says Mike. "Then," said the general, "let the fight ing begin along the whole line." If Kansas is in the ranks, then let Uncle Sam's show begin from around the whole world. And when westward we follow our star of empire home, weighed down with the importance of the prizes we have won, it need not alarm the astrono mers if the east "just tips up a little." It is the programme of the national commission, and also of our own state board, that history shall have its depart ment in the exposition. In the brief moments that are mine, my purpose will be won if my prattle sets some pens in motion. As to the nation we have been making history these hundred years, as to Kansas twenty. Lane said "Loring, write I" So I to you, men of the quill. Authentic history tells us that print ing was invented in 1438, and that we owe our books, likeourbeer, to Germany. And yet I remember that a distinguished and reliable historian of yo-.r craft, some years ago, in a historical lecture in Leav enworth, indicated a much earlier period than 1438. Wilder will remember the theme ; Artemus Ward was the lecturer, and I think he was giving us a biograph skctch of the "Babes in the Wood.'" Their cradle very naturally suggested Noah's ark, and the logical speaker passed by an easy transition from the former to the latter. He paid a glowing eulogy to the zeal of the reporters for the daily papers, and appropriately emphasized the fact that tho trip to Ararat was a free excursion. One thing more he might have added, in praise of the excur sionists they were all cold water men. I know there is a previous pardon in the hearts of all Kansas editors, and a craftsman's sympathy and executive clemency in you, Gov. Osborn, for any departure from the straight path of a discourse, if it lead to the grave of poor Browne; and hence I have dared to turn aside a moment, that I might cast the humblest forget-me-not to one of the perennial printer names of the country. His death in London was sad enough, and tenderly did the Spectator say: He came with a heirt full of gladness. Prom the glad-hearted world of the west; Won our laughter, but not with mere madness, Spake and joked with us, not in mere jest; For the man in our heart lingered after The merriment died from our ears, Ami those that were loudest in laughter Are silent in tears. The Germans were the first to invent printing, had the first newspaper, the Gazelle, at Nuremberg, in 1457. As early as 1615 they bad the first daily in the world, the Zeilung, at Frankfort, by Egenolf Eurmel, the great-great-grandfather of Bohemians. Not until 1840 do we hear of the majestic art in America. In that year the Council of Massachu setts voted to "Steevcn Day" three hun dred acers of land for being the first who "set up printing" in the colour. Old Steeven was a Day ahead the Adam of a somewhat numerous progeny of printers- The town-site mania, political ambi tions and the spread of counties, fruit ful sources ot papers nowadays, were in faturo then, New York could not aspire to a press, and Philadelphia had no place upon the map. There were no Kansas printers then to improvise an office un der the first tree as in the case of the pioneer newspaper in Leavenworth, or to come with an issue already printed, like George W. Brown with bis Lawrence Herald of Freedom, or to amat up the new town or county where it "would do the most good" to start a paper. There were then some trifling personal inconveniences in being a newspaper man. Now the most that can happen i to lose the post office. Then be was liable to lose his ears. Instead of start ing an agricultural department and giv ing an impuLse to farming, the authori ties "cropped" the ears of. printers there were no editors then put them in the stocks, flogged them at the cart's tail and hung them at Tyburn. Bad uses truly for the "brains" of the coun try very "bad medicine." Looking around on this healthy growth of ears and this Manhattan hospitality, it is apparent tbat we have some advantages over our predecessors. Twenty years after Day set up an office, John Gtvyn, for a trifling publica tion in. London, was hung, cut down, and, yet living, bis entrails burned be fore his eyes, according to the merciful edict of the chief justice. Late as 1719 John Matthews, a boy of 19 paid the penalty, for a tract, with his life on Ty burn Gallows. It is not surprising then, that our first newspapers had no editors, and no opinions and were published on ly "by authority," and mainly by the I postmasters. Honors are easy ana re ciprocal. Then the postmasters were mainly publishers. Now one thing is sure, the potent publishers can be post masters if they choose. Nearly fifty centuries of men who come and men who go, had passed under the patient stars before the first newspaper dawned upon this western hemisphere. On the 25th of September, A. D. 1700, 250 years after printing was invented, 70 years after the landing of the pilgrims, the lit tle waif was born and christened "Pub lick Occurrences." Let us photograph it. Those copies of the London Tme furnished to the Parisians during the s;ege, on tho wings of carrier pigeons, had been reduced by the camera, to five inches square. Our first newspaper was 9x11 inches, and was a four page month ly. The publisher promised oftenerif any glut of occurrences happens," but as no glut bad happened in the last 5,000 years, he only used three of bis four pages. Alas for the great expectations. not of Brother Charles Dickens, but of that earlier Bohemian, Benjamin Harrir. His Publick Occurences, like Lincoln's grocery, "winked out" with that one issued. The authorities said it "con tained reflections of a very high nature" and they suspended it It had ventur ed no opinions, more than Jack Bunsby. unless you can find it in this : "If Al mighty God will have Canada to be sub dued without the assistance of those miserable savages, in whom, we have too much confided, we shall be glad," etc, from which, we would infer there were two sides to the Indian question, then, as now a Governor Osborn party and a uoag party, ine old, old issue, as Uncle "Chet" would say. It was print ed on the wing of this butterfly this waif of a day that if any mistakes were made, they "would be corrected in the next number," and that it would assist to suppress or "charm" the spirit of lying. Now, what paper in the western world, montniy in issue, vxii in size, could bear up under such a weight of responsibility? As to lying, why, "Lord, how the world is still given to it," when there are six thousand papers, daily and weekly, trying to suppress it even in the United States. And as to correcting mistakes in such a fig leaf as tbat, why the best a modern editor, who runs a half a dozen Hoe presses, can do, is. when he gets a premature obituary into his columns, not to correct the mistake, but to scorn and defy pepper boxes and coffee for two, compromise with the corpse, and write it up' next day as a clear case of miraculous resurrection. Of course Benjamin Harris lacked the experience of my friend the venerable and Noble Prentiss, and such a word as "fail" insinuated itself into his "brizht lexicon," his Noah Webster, his Publick Occurrences, as I have said, occured for one day only. Kansas printers keep up such a star shower of papers that I fail to number them, there probably being 150. They twinkle in and they "wink out," but with other reasons for their exits than those of their illustrious pre decessor. After the fate of Public Occurrences the Continent took breath. It was four teen years before there was courage to make another trial. John Campbell, the postmaster at Boston, was the Columbus of this new venture. His Boston JWtro Letter was really the first live paper in America, and it only ventured to deal mainly in foreign news. Its first issue was Monday, April 24th. 1704. The chief justice (Sewell) stood waiting to carry the first wet sheet to the president (Willard)of old Harvard. This was a single sheet, foolscap size. After fifteen years' publication it was still 13 mouths in areara in foreign news. Hopeful printers might think that John Camp bell, postmaster, had a "fat take," with no office in Boston or New York to "rat it" on him. Not so. He bad but three hundred subscribers, and he often bad to play it on them with a half sheet, when there were no county treasurers to write for his columns. The paper lived 72 years, but it got on the wrong side of the "squatter war" of 1776, and it wink ed out. The Coursnt, the paper of the Frank lins, August 7, 1721, was the pioneer of independent journalism. It got on the wrong side of old Increase Mather, presi dent of Harvard College, and got worst ed in an issue with the small pox. It would not "Cotton" to the Mather fauv ily and that's what's the Mather. The old college president was the first man who ever tried to stop the press by stop ping the paper. Men are wiser now. But it was a drawn battle. The Frank lins had to give in to the vaccinnation theory, but old Increase could not get along without the independent plucky paper. So he would send his grandson around to buy it in single copies at a large price, which only Increased the receipts ot the publishers. James Frank lin got into jail for his opinions, but he went on, daring to have opinions and followers. John Peter Zenger's New York Jour nal of November 5, 1733, was one of the latter. John Peter gave the provisional governor a little bit of advice, for which his paper was burned by the common hangman, and came near Petering out, so that John Peter's conversations with bis wife for nine months were limited to the key-hole of his jail. An interesting nine months indeed! But these oppres sions, jails and obnoxious stamp acts were the seed of liberty and a free press, on the principle that George the Third, as Bancroft aays, was the author of the Declaration ofllndependence. The pioneer printers who blazed the way for us, as you see, found it no "primrose path." The Buels and Storys of the past found no upright Dillons on the bench to sustain the habeas corpus against their Poland gag lavs. There were discouragements otner man perse cution. Want of post offices, (UH a common want), mail routes, postal cards, telegraphs, aad all the modern agencies which make the world to read. A hnndred years ago there were but seventy post offices in the colonies, and fewer miles (1700) of post routes than we have of railroads in Kansas. Their fire cities were not much larger than our five largest Paul Revere, on that swift horse of his was the only tele graph to let Lexington and Concord know the British troops were coming, and to tell New York of the calamity which befel the tea in Boston harbor. With so many hindrances, papers in creased but slowly. From the first oh 1690 to the end of the revolution 1783 there were but sixty-seven in America, of which but forty-three were alive at its close six more than- at its beginning. One hundred years ago there were but thirty-seven one-fourth as many as now in this grasshopper for saken Kansas. And of the thirty-seven, but seven sur vive to witness the centennial, and cor respond to the date of this day's calen dar. Thirty-seven papers, the combined circulation of which, did not, probably equal half that of our Kansas dailies, looks like a small amount of light liter ature with which to begin a revolution and a republic; a rush light to illumine the ages ; and yet these were the leaven that worked out the great "rising." I am not catering to the "rural roosters," nor would I wantonly cut the comb of our mammoth dailies; but poetic justice compels me to admit that the unpleas antness, which beginning at Lexington, was scattered around loose for several years or more, and ended at Yorktown in the liberty of the press the country, and the cudgel (as Franklin said) was all done up and folded into history with out the aid of a single daily. So, my friends of the mighty daily, the laurels of the revolution are the immortelle of the country press. Let the ''rural rooster" proudly wear his well-earned feather. But time is called upon me. I cannot linger longer among the "old timers" of your profession, doing the pen's work in . the century that possess. They are con genial company, but we must part God bless the memories of the early, humble, -, heroes of the press as he has blessed their work. In garretts and in rags they clicked the types that sent down less deserving names than theirs to us, while they, whose finger-touch was immor tality, sleep now in nameless, pauper graves. They were true heroes of the revolution. But for .the vitalizing touch of their pen-points the great, names, great battles, great results of that grand est page of history would be only a fad ing legend by a dying camp-fire. But the types and the touch of the printer have paralyzed death and waked to life the dry bones of the valley of the past Washington and his compeers make per petual sacrifice, while the revolution rolls on in print, inspiring forever. What a mere executioner the sword would be; what a hangman's rope, if it had not the pen to control it in consecrated sacrifice. What a thing of rust its glittering blade. It is given out tbat we go to the Gulf. I must not detain your impatient souls in the jungles ot my speech, when I hear the murmur of your thoughts repeating the cry of the lost army of Xenophon "the seal the seal" The curtain rises on another scene, and I, too, cry, "the Gulfl the Gulfl" But let me disabuse your minds. You sail under sealed orders for the conquest of Cuba, and that island of Columbus, San Domingo. It is a postmaster's plot for the vindication of the annexation policy of the administration. The cap tain of our excursion, as the archives of the historical society of Leavenworth will show, is a filibuster. Years ago, he took an oath with the junta, to give money, and blood if necessary. Brother Taylor, the historian of our order, will make a note of this. The name of that society of filibusters is the sons of Malta. Pardon the zeal with which I disclose these statements. Having no axes to grind in Samans Bay, my soldiering will end at Galves ton. To me it will be a peace party. We will float down through seas of prai rie flowers, across the path of De Soto and Coronado, in palaces that Egypt's queen might envy, to that once republic -whose lone star gave up its solitude for the goodly company of the old constella tion. Over our heads in our swift flight the messages will pass like snow flakes or white birds, and by a trick of the age, we will be looking forward for the instant messages of friends we have left behind. Our trip, like our centennial, is anoth er pledge of good feeling among the brotherhood of printers and sisterhood of states. Standing on the shore of that southern sea, warming and being warmed by their hospitality, we will comprehend what the good Greeley meant when he said the iceberg (of hate) will melt away in a tropical ocean. Uncovered and look ing'out over 400 yean toward the island where Columbus, first landed, saluted the earth with a kiss, the waves will murmer to ns soft aad low the music oi his Te Deum. Our hearts will take up the glad refrain. A centennial vision of all the (rreat and good of men and deeds, from CoIuDbs to Washington, and from WaaUagtoa to the imperial now, will be ours, vision or tae neroes ox ine pea and sword, of the republic of the living. twining flags vita the republic of the cosTurtrED oh fottith page.