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• ROMANCE OF ALABAMA HISTORY—A LEAP FOR LIFE—By B. F. Riley, D. D.
1*“™" »u more ambitious purpose in tilts series of unpretentious sketches than to present the strik ing points, or those of more than ordi nary humdrum, that dot the rich history of our State. The sketches arc mere snatches severed htgre and there from historical connection only insofar as that connection serves to give a proper set ting. Though several articles are devoted to the eventful career of Red Kagle, there Is no attempt made here or elae ' "llerc In the,series to follow his dashing life, as the Idol of his dusky hosts, throughout, hut as they are presented, proper regard is hud for tile chronology of events. The advent of General Jackson on the scene in Alabama, took Weatherford back to the central region of the state to dis pute his advancement. Untrained as , P&therford was in the sicence of war, he knew it instinctively as does any other natural military man. lie had all the 1 . elements or a great soldier, else he could not. have withstood so long the forces of his formidable adversaries. His territory was exposed from every quarter, and in order to meet the odds coming against him from Mississippi and Tennessee, he bad to concentrate his forces, not only, but had to accumulate supplies with which to support his army on the field. Weatherford was not slow’ to realize that to fight organized forces under com petent and skilled commanders, demand ed more than a desultory warfare on his part, hence he set to work for a long and arduous campaign. The success at Fort Mims, where with unusual skill Weatherford directed the campaign, and outgeneraled all title white commanders, made him the one great chief of the In dians. Under similar conditions this would have been true of any people and of anj&man. He was still the Red Eagle, but tw that was added by his adoring followers the designation of Tustenuggee, or mighty chief. While the vain warrior was inflated by the adulation of his fol lowers, he knew the feebleness of his numbers and the scantiness of his re sources. Be cans* of these conditions, and because he was'hailed chief, he appre ciated what it meant In its application to him in his difficult conation. For the first time, he was to lead h)s untrained warriors against drilled troops. It was native valor against courage and skill, native strategy against scientific tactics, the war of the savage against that ot the civilized white mn. Within a month,^ four battles were fought—Tallahatchee. Talladega. Hillabee and Autossee—all fought in November, 1813, 100 years ago. At Krhanaehaoa. or Holy Ground, were concentrated his sup plies. and the women and children of his tribe. This point was located on the south bank of the Alabama, between IMmlalla and Big Swamp creek, in the present re gion of Lowndes county. To the Indian the Holy Ground was that which Jerusa lem wus to the ancient tribes of Israel. In this sylvan retreat dwelt their chief prophets who had drawn a circle about it. and the deluded savage was persuaded to believe that for a white man to plant his foot on this consecrated ground would mean Instant death. The Holy Ground was surrounded by a region of loveliness. For seven months in the year the virgin soil of the prairie was carpeted with luxuriunt grasses dashed here ami there with patches of pink and crimson bloom, while the wild red strawberry in occasion beds of na tive loveliness lent additional charm. En closed by high pickets rudely riven by savago hands, and girdled by the magic circle of the prophets, the Holy Ground was thought to be impregnable. Here Weatherford was attacked by General Claiborne at the head of the Mississippi militia, on December 23, 1913, the day be fore Christmas eve. To Claiborne’s com mand w«s attached a body of friendly Choctaw Jiftiians under Pushmataha. General Claiborne began the attack with a storm. Weatherford led his troops with consummate skill and unquestioned cour age, but to little effect. The fact that he, the notorious leader at Fort Mims, was in command, whetted the desire oi the Misslssipians not alone to defeat him. but to capture him. In spite of the false security promised the Indian by their prophets, and 1n spite of the valor of their idol chief, they melted rapidly be fore the deadly aim of the Mississippi backswondmen. Seeing that the battle would be against him, Weath^yford with a skill worthy and great commander, slipped the women and children across the Alabama while he still fought with ability, and while his men were piled around him in heaps, he fought to the bit ter end. and was the last to quit the field. When all hope was gone he mount ed ids noble charger and sped away to wards the Alabama river like an arrow. He was hotly pursued by h detachment, of dragoons, who almost surrounded the chieftain before he fled 'the field. Down the wide path leading toward the river the hoofs of the horses of the pursued and the pursuers thundered. There was no hop*’ of escape for Weatherford, but to reach the river In advanc^ and swim across. Hemmed in on eevry side, lie was forced to a summit overlooking the stream at the height of almost jlOO feet ol pcrpindicular bluff. On the precipice the bold leadef halted for a moment, like a monument against the distant sky. Splen didly he sat his horse, as his pursuers thundered toward him, and with taunting shouts called to him that he was caught at last. He coolly raised his rifle to Ills eye and brought down the foremost horse man. then slowly turning down a deep defile which no one would dare to tread, he slid his horse down the stony surface which broke abruptly off about BO feet above the river. Putting spurs to the flanks of the beautiful animal, It leaped with Us brave rider on Its back Into the seething current below. Just before the water was reached, Weatherford leaped from it« back. The horse went down to rise no more, while Weatherford, still holding his rifle aloft, with one hand, swam to the opposite side and thus es caped with deeper vengeance against the white man than ever before. He was yet to lead his troops in other battles, and to fight while there was hope of success. The world instinctively honors a brave man. This valorous chief had withstood overpowering numbers during the day, had saved his women and children, and now as a December night came down on that sad day of defeat, he stood on the north bank of the Alabama drenched and fold, but nerved by a spirit as heroic as ever had place In the bosom of man. Though an Indian. Weatherford was an ideal hero. Fear he knew not. and while the most daring of fighters, he was never reckless. His power of collection was simply marvelous. WHAT’S IN A NAME?—By A. Latady tnat it is not difficult of solution, it is rather remarkable that no one has so far offered a reasonable explanation of the facts noted by Colonel Long, that the baptismal rec ords of the great Bonaparte and of his brother Joseph had both been tampered j with, and that the Bonapartes were rather profuse in the bestowal of the name of Napgleon upon their children. Then it is noted further, however, that in the mar riage contract between the great Bona parte and the Empress Josephine, the true date of his birth, January 7, 1768, is given; that the witnesses called to France from Cosica to prove the age, place of brrtli and, above all, that he has been baptized a Christian, testified that Joseph wns born at Ajaccio, August 15, 1769. and that the baptismal record at Certe, where the little corporal Was born, bad been tampered with by the erasure of some first name and the /substitution therefor of the name of Joseph, spelled in the i French form, and not in the Italian form, I ....... uuiDKa. hul iiixv111g iaiirii unaer rrenni dominion until a few months before the usually accepted date of the birth of the Emperor of the French; and further, that the baptismal record at Ajaccio was of a child hearing the Christian name Napo leon only, tfte significance of this Napo leon is suggestive. The patrlal was of very ancient usage among the Latins, to distinguish fam ilies of the same name, although by usage, later, it became rather to perform #the functions of a designation. There were Bonapartes in Umbria, Calabria, Llsurla. Emelia and other parts of Italy, as well as in Naples; but by a patrlal, these various families were distinguished each from the other* and the Emelianos were never confused with the Ligurianos, nor the Nagolitanos with any of the others, the abbreviated form of the Neapolitan patrlal. Napoleon, savoring of the Greek, Atheneon being an approved form of the patrial for the Athenian, and this Nea politan patrlal lias been subjected to easy spellings—xsapoieone; iNapollon. iseapo leone, etc., and on the Vendom column it appears “Naoplio Im August,” the sculptor chiselling better than he knew, perhaps. Although by the Tuscans the immediate family of the great Bonaparte was traced to Tuscany, and it is usually ascribed to that province, yet as the Irishman said very wittily: “If a cat has kittens in an« oven, It does not make them loaves of bread,” and this patrial indicates that the search was not pursued far enough. The great Bonaparte laid small store by this genealogy wllb which the Tuscans affected to honor him, he .claiming the battle of Wentenotte as the date of his ennoblement. As the rules of the military school at Erienne required that applicants should not be over 10 years of age the Little Cor poral being, in fact and in truth, over that age. it became neceifcary to furnish rec ords justifying his admission, and the baptismal record of Ajaccio having been so tampered with that the name of the subject or the record appeared to be sim ply Napoleon Bonaparte, It was so cer tified and the applicant was admitted under a certificate from the baptismal record of his- brother Joseph, from which the name Joseph had been erased, as is confirmed by the testimony or the' wit nesses called to France, all of whom tes tified that it was Joseph who was born pt Ajaccio on August 1l>. 1781*. the feast of the assumption. This pious little imposture would have been of easy detection, how ever, were the record of Corte left un changed, so the Christian name of the child born at Corte was erased, and the name Joseph substituted therefor, which change, it would appear, was made after Corsica had fallen under French domin ion, as the French form was used and not the Italian, JJulseppe and Joseph Napo leon Bonaparte passes down in chronology as having been borrt at Corte on January 7, 17<»8. The certificate passed muster at Brienne and thereunder there was admit ted one who would thereafter preach Ids mission to the world through cannon .J_ throat, and “thunder tones that shook, the world,” and that note opposite his name: A Corsican by birth and by nature who will likely accomplish something," was prophetic of his career. At the time of his marriage with the Empress Jose phine. no necessity existed for misstating the date of his birth, and the correct date was given in the marriage contract. The true date of his birth is, at this late day, of but small consequence, but this “pa trial” develops into a star of most inter esting magnitude. The propriety of the bestowal of the patrial upon the mem bers of the Bonaparte family is appar ent, as it, distinguished them from all others. Were it too far a cry to suggest that the Christian name of the Little Corporal was Charles, the Christian name of the father of the illustrious general, as the oldest son of the family, born some years before, a sister intervening, had died quite young? There was 'a time when the people of the south were much given to the use of the patrial. but the custom has fallen into disuse with the changes which have come over us since the war between the states. John Randolph of Roanoke. Charles Carroll of Carrollton, Thomas II. Watts of Montgomery are familiar in stances, but these illhstrious southerners were very tenacious of the pa trial, and its use Is quite common in history, in many instances quite absorbing the family name. Not every one will recognise Nu nez as the discoverer of the Pacific, ocean, so familiar has become the “Balboa,” un der which the discoverer is designated, but Washington Irving adheres to the name of Nunez, referring to him as Vasco, or Nunez, or Vaseo Nunez, and lie is equally tenacious of Juan Ponce, the searcher after El Dorackf, and Fountain of Youth, who discovered and gave the name to Florida, although a great many know him only by the pat rial De Leon. The great Bonaparte suppressed the family name, Buonaparte, substituting therefor the Napoleon, even as we have done with Nunez and Ponce, and in Eng land the patrial was frequently the only family name. John of Gaunt, the son of Edward rll of England, simply happened to be born at Ghent, and Salisbury, Lou don, Chichester, Winchester, Whittaker (white acre). Ford, Fnderhill, Fnderwood, Ilfgley (high lesi, arc familiar Instances, having the same significance as the f*atin patrial, being used by them rather to des ignate, however, rather titan to distin guish Some have thought and contended that Napoleon affected this suppression of his family name in order that he might by some show of authority, lay claim to being a Frenchman, his native island having come under the dominion of the French a few months before the date of his birth as given in his certificate at Brienue; some that Ills claim alone uualified him for admission at Brienne; others that it Would have a tendency to temper the es timation in which he must needs be held at Brienne, for at tin* time he entered he could barely speak French, but the truth of the matter is the deep affection in which he held thu» memory of his lather, whose pious fraud he would keep secret with all the loyalty and tenaclts of a Corsican by “birth and by nature." THE EMOTIONAL BRAIN—By George Eaves, D. D. Tnhj Asiastics possess tlie haunting sense of a primitive philisophy which was dualism in tlie sense that It attributed all cosmic processes to the interaction of a profound and uni versal sexuality. Much in modern scien tific discovery consists in a restatement and verification of that philosophy. W e have learned that all plant life, except the lowest. Is possessed of the sex ele ment. and that without, the interchange of spores tyom the blossoms there will l>e a defeated plant, a fruitless tree. Hidden somewhere in the secret places of the most minute cell,* there is some where the sex principle, and perhaps we must say that f.he very diseases that afflict its are armies of minute beings who love and hate and marry and bring fortli their hordes of descendants with a rapidity that is inconceivable. Here 1 indulge in imaginative guesswork. The facts at the bottom are indisputable. No sooner does the creation become large and noble enough to consider than two forces appear, individuality and sox. And so the old Asiatic philisophy, and perhaps tlie primitive philosophy and religion of the whole world, get their indorsement from modern naturalists, with micro scope and trained intellect. The old Greeks thought of the human soul as a feminine- personality. Even i lean was lemimne, out UOU was mascu line. Man moreover, human life in the mass, Is always spoken of as masculine, as also is the m!nd, or brain, as distin guished from the soul. So the Latin Animus stands for the mentality and anima, its feminine, for the $joul, or emo tional personality. In approaching certain perfectly reput able temples in some Asiatic lands, one Is confronted with two huge cages on plther side of the main gateway. The Japanese name for the occupants of these cages is Ni-o, which means “the two kings.” One is painted or varnished in brilliant red, the other in a most vivid green. I cannot pretend to describe the artistic effect to express energy , enthusi asm, joy, power, exultation, an effort intensely Asiatic, and to our thinking quite beyond the border line of aesthetic art. In brief, the faces and attitudes of ”the two Klnes” are those of exaggerated mania, extreme ugliness, as of a mediae val gargoyle, gigantic, non-human intelli gence, emotion, and intoxicated brutdlity. There they stand 2<> feet high, and 12 feet wide, at the entrance to temples sup posed to be Buddhist, but fairly reeking with suggestions that come from very far earlier cults. .Vow the led” King” is a symbol ot masculinity. He stands for heaven, and the sun, and all tlte genial and terrible activities of the firmament. The green "King” symbolizes the earth, and repre sents all the susceptible, the reactive, the fruitless, and the prolific activities of this fecund planet. This “King” is a Queen! And so in the everyday literature of the far east “the mercies of heaven and earth” have from lime immemorial been extolled; of them preachers and prophets and poets have spoken and sum? and under their beneficent shadow innumer able generations of farmers have culti vated their fields, and spent their labori ous summers, their sociable and cheery winters, innumerable merchants have grown rich or poor. ^ "By the mercy of heaven and earth!” That means, by the gracious interaction of the vast creative forces*of the universe and of the vast susceptible earth, with Its inhabitants. But the Asiatic, and his child, the Greek, or the Roman, pushed the sex distinction into the very consti tution of things, and made a queer jum ble in* language for the last ages to confuse themselves In studying. How many high school graduates, for instance, can tell What Latin words are masculine, what feminine, or imagine why? What we know in our own day Is the distinction between the rational brain and the instinctive or emotional brain. I find a very funny book on my *""*****••••••••*••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••! shelves, written not very long ago by Dr. Quackenbori, a queed d}thyrambic hotchpotch of a book—entitled “Hyp notic Therapeutics.” Among other things the dear m^n discourses on the transliminal or subconscious soul, and even claims that it is the Spirit of God! As though our instinctive or emotional memory could be mistaken for the highest and best gift of spiri tual insight and understanding! The transliminal or subconscious personal ity is a thing apparently most incom-. pleto and vaporous, but it is neverthe less strong and dominant in unexpected ways. I assume that what may be called the emotional brain, ihc quick, responsiveness of the nervous system, particulayly the Great Sympathetic, is the fundamental fact in all so-called subconscious or transliminal experi ence. Somewhere in the umbilical re gion is a chord that responds to shocks of surprise or grief, of Apy or fear, or love. The Hebrews frtrakly spoke of sympathy therefore as “the bowels" and of their “yearning." as though en deavoring to put into words the deep mother instinct of compassion, sensi tiveness and sympathy. Now there can be no dispute about the superiority of women over men In i this intuitive, subconscious, primary responsiveness. This justifies us, if j nothing else did, in classifying the sus ceptible nervous system, centering it! the pneumo-gastric nerve, as ^ie fem inine brain; by which we do not mean that it is tiie possession of women rather than of men. but that it -ts j primal, foundation of the mother-dual ity, the feminine element in our com posite human nature. In other words, this that the Asiatics and tiie Greeks and Homans recognized is a fact illustrated in all human be ings. “The Two Kings" are not only the firmament and the green earth, but are also the intellect as masculine, and the soul as feminine; further they are facts as masculine and creative by their impact, and the whole being of sensativo man as feminine receiving the impress and responding with fears and hopes,/which, in turn, the mascu line brain accepts as reasons for crea tive planning, building, mastering the rough material of'the wofld to make a shelter and a headquarters for Itself and its soul-mother. To come down out of what may to some seem a very vague dieamlanJ and cloudland, let me point to the type of modern newspaper represented (>y. the Hearst Interests. Is It masculine or feminine? Or is the music (?) poured out by an electrically played piano, or even by n music box of the most modern and expensive type, masculine or feminine? Is any given work ol art. any given sermoij or speech or policy, the instinctive umbilical re sponse, the nervous rebound cf sheer sensational susceptibility, or is it the product thought? Let each think this out for himself. Mr. More's bobk, to which I have re ferred in earlier papers, frankly asserts that our whole pge Is gone mad with romanticism, which is to say, femlnln sensationalism. Wo are developing out Hebrew "bowels of compassion" at the expense of our ethnic, and especially out Anglo-Saxon thinking process. We scream instead of talking. We put news intc flaming headlines, instead of well bal anced sentences. We rush from sensa tion to sensation. We are not content unless some nerve Is titillated and quiv ering. On the streets at night, a thousand winking signs smash the retinae of oui eyes, a thousand noisy claimants f"i patronage blast oui tympana with ma chine made rag-time near-melodies. I: we dress, we startle one another. At tin theatre we shock oi.e another. And dea old ladies of yesterday sometimes writ approvingly in the magazines to call on latest nudity the highest and most re dempive "art.” What is the u-*» for nil this? Noth ing less than the* discipline of the emo tions. It is an undisciplined age. and emotion runs riot. Tlu* “fetnlnlne," or nerve susceptibility In us must be domi nated by tlie masculine, or thought power, •In us. This is feebly prefigured in ar chaic usages which made the man su preme, or which, in China for instance, took “the female of the species’’ as the symbol*)!' all that is weak and Ignob'e and unworthy. What these ancients were trying to get at was the subordination of tlie animal brain to the human, the pneu mo-gastile nerve to the restraints of the intelligent and the majestic will. U is not, as some old gentlemen still think, because women have too much to say and have been too much educated, that we have modern romantic extravagance; but because both men and women have failed on every band to bring every thought and impulse before the judgment seat of Wisdom, the true Being, balanced and supreme Head of the race. Triune of Love, Truth and freedom. On the other hatid, why “play to the gallery,” every lapse into sensationalism and the emotional hysteria and scream, ■ is a surrender of the majesty and dig i nity of life, a surrender of love and truth • themselves, the substitution of what is - right and fair and honorable by what Is smugly self satisfying. •••••••••••••■••••••••••••■••••••••••••••••■••••••••a DAUGHTERS OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION—By Dr. W. E. Evans Wl Y» llllnl AIMJl.Ml l lit? H 1111 Mill scrap of the society of the Daugh ters of the American Revolution In Washington city, when its member* come together to elect officers, it is an organi zation whose work commends it to' the highest esteem of the American public. If the society did nothing more than ex ert itself in the preservation of ancient landmarks associated with our early po litical history, its endeavors should be commended. But it has dono very much more than this. It ha/* excited a taste for the reading of patriotic literature, and has begotten a sentiment of patriotism lor the whole country which was un known for many years after the war be tween the states. There was a pretty general patriotism in the north for that section of our country lying beyond the Mason and Dixon line, and there was an ardent, order of patriotism in the south for those states that had once been desig nated as Confederate. But for the coun try, the whole country, represented by the stars and stripes, there was but scant love and a feeble patriotic pride. T sup pose that a better feeling exists now than since the day* of the debates in the United States Senate, when Webster and Calhoun crossed lances. That was as long ago as 1883. From that time until WHO sectional fires were burning In sub terranean channels, and that which was inevitable came to pass when the fires burst forth in a volcanic shock that shook the world. This is merely saying that for a long period before the war the twro sec tions had n§ love for each other. The north had no love for the south. I am not sure that the conditions are ideal yet. But of this we may be certain, they are better than they have been since the days of 1849 and 1850. Many facts have conspired to .bring about existent good will. No one element of historic progress may be pointed out as the dom inant one, or even as the pre-eminent cause. Many forces, in many directions, . have conspired to accomplish what has | been wrought. But no one can deny that the great organization whose title heads , this contribution has been a potent factor j in cur broad land of causing mercy and | truth to meet together and righteousness j and peace to kiss each other. I These ends have been achieved, uot as the original purpose of the organization, | but by the processes of indirection, and almost without the knowledge of its mem bership. The society is composed ol' wom 1 en of ail the states, of all creeds, and of all political faiths. They represent va« j rious social interests and have been en vironed by different traditional training. But there is one bond, one single bond, that unites them. That is that far back 1 in the early dawn of the making of this I tiiis great nation their forefathers pushed | back the gates of a political night and I let In the light of a new day that re I vealed a nation qf new born kings. The names of Washington and Wayne, of Bee and Putnam, of Bin coin and Montgom ery, of Daingerfleld and Green, and of a glorious galaxy of other stars, are names that belong to them in common. Came these Aggamemnons from Georgia or Massachusetts, from Virginia or New -*•«*«•* * i hi in:«. inr> wi*ie urn* raiiiers of the Revolution, and these are the Daughters of the Fathers. One sentiment of national pride animates them—the glo rious heroism of the men wlio fought from Concord to the bluffs of Yorktown. The, coming together of women from the north and from the south, with this priceless treasure of a common national pride, can but be productive of the widen ing of the principle of patriotic devotion to the common country, even among those who cannot trace their ancestry back to men who fought as ragged continentals. If in ancient times men were stirred by the story of "How well 11 ora tins kept the bridge. In the brave days of old,” likewise, as men bear anew the story of the dauntless heroism of the Fathers of the Revolution, will they love the land for which heroic blood was shed, even though no sires of theirs were in the midst of shot and shell. The organization of the Daugh ters of the American Revolution may not rehearse in stately prose, or In rhythmic verse, or in minstrel's song what their fathers wrought and suffered to lay tlie foundation of this ‘‘Union of States,” but the very existence of the society is an appeal to the sentiment of patriotism towards “One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One nation evermore.” The Daughters of the American Revolu tion, as an organization, has been active in patriotically preserving many build mgs tr.at were associated with events or the war of the revolution, or with men whose names are historic as having had part in that war. There is*hardly a city in any of the 13 original states that has not tablet or slab to indicate that “In this house w-as born -, a signer of the Declaration of Independence’; or, “Here stood General So-and-So when the Brit ish,’’ etc. And tTlese tablets have been contributed by the patriotic zeal of the Daughters of the American Revolution. They have rescued from oblivion many sacret^ structures and places wdiich will become in the progress of oiu- national life as so many altars at whos"fires men will light afresli the torch of ardent pa triotism. In our country where all is sa young and new, there has been scant intention given to the things that are old, until very recent years. The old building, no matter who was born in It, or what was done there, had to come down in the in terest of progress; the old. gnarled tree, no matter what glorious men of ancient times met beneath its grateful shade to plan for the welfare of the generations yet to be, must be cut down, for it is lu the way of “modern improvements.” and it is only in very recent times that, the quaint colonel, or revolutionary, furni ture has come to be properly appreciated, although its polished surface had in the old days reflected the forms of kingly men and queenly women who made Amer ican history. 'In many localities t this same old furniture of solid mahogany, worth almost its weight in gold because of its associations, was exchanged in or der that a nice, brightly painted, modern style of furniture might adorn the home. The truth is, as a people, for the most part, we have not cared for old things, he they houses, trees, furniture, or tradi tions. Yet, a change lias set in. The old is coming to it? own. And the altered condition of popular thought that is now so general is due to the influence of the Daughters of the American Revolution more than to any other agency in the i world. While this society is not commit ted to the disparagement of the present, it has a peculiar pleasure, in the glorifica tion of the past, when giants trod tills soil. Furthermore, the work of thi* society is 1 < ducative in another direction. It builds j monuments to conynemorate the names j of heroes, or to perpetuate the glory of i their achievements. This is a national : manner of expressing the principle of gratitude. TJje heroes are gone. “They sleep their last sleep, They have fought their lust battle; No sound shall awake them to glory ' again." But gratitude will not let their names perish off the scroll of time. A nation’s gratitude to its heroic dead is a most sa- | cred sentiment. To this lofty sentiment j Edward Everett referred in his memor- I able oration on the character of Washing- ' ton. When he spoke of Mount Vernon he ! said, "No gilded dome swells from tho I lowly roof to catch the morning or even- I ing beam, but the love and gratitude of< united America settle upon it in one eter nal sunshine.' While it stands the latest i generations of tHe grateful children or America will make their pilgrimage to it as to a fhrine, and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory upon the spot,” But let a land have no grateful memo ries, no memorials of gratitude in bronze, or stone, nor in song and story, thus cherishing the names and deeds of its valorous sons, and patriotism will be chilled to its ljeart. For a land without grateful memory is hardly a land worth fighting for. The reader may recall here Father Ryan's exquisite poem on this cubject. “A land without memories is a land with out history.” The splendid organization of which I write, by Its official recommendation, by its patriotic suggestions, and by its finan cial offerings, has contributed splendidly to the establishment of many monumen tal expressions of national gratitude which adorn our land today, and certainly not the least of these is the spendid Con tinental Hall, one of the most magniti cent buildings in our national capital, which stands as a monument to the prin ciples that actuated our fathers in *the brave days of old. But such memorials as these of which I have written have another mission, which • the Daughters of the American volution have recognized. They are in spirational. With tongueless eloquence the monuments erected to a nation’s de parten heroes speans 10 me men or suc ceeding generations, saying, under like conditions you, tot), are to "Strike for your altars and your flies, Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land." This is the chief mission of memorials. As Napoleon, pointing to the pyramids In Egypt, said to his army, "Three thou sand years look down upon you from those heights," so. this nation may say to its youth, from monumental heights, from sculptured forms, from mPlnorlal slabs, and from every grave stone that marks the spot where sleeping valor lies, voices speak to you and urge to devotion to your country, • from tin* monument of Jackson at New Orleans to tit* massive shaft at Hunker Mill. Kvcry stone con secrated by patriotism to the memory of the men whose tread shook mighty em pires across the seas, although they fought for their mvn land, is eloquent with tales of war und ddeds >f heroic during that are not surpassed In interest and fire by the chronicles <*f anv nation; and they proudly point to illustrations of self abnegation that might give lustre to the annals of any country that floats a flag. Should an alien ask tl^e Daughters of the American Revolution to give the grounds of their enthusiasm, not knowing the history of our country's past. It would be sufficiently illuminating and | convincing to answer. Kind the reason at Mecklenburg, at Dexington, at the Cow ! pens, at Valley Forge, at Trenton, and I at Yorktown. HEART TO HEART TALKS—By Charles N. Lurie EDUCATION', real education, does not mean stuffing with facts, us Is sometimes believed. It means drawing out the latent powers of an Individual. It means developing those powers in a way to bring them to their highest point of use. Look up the word "education" in the dictionary. You will find It Is made up of the Latin prefix "e," meaning "out,"' and the verb ‘‘ducere," meaning to lead; "educate"—"to lead out." In other words, education brings out what Is In an individual. If parents kept this definition fn mind schools would be charged with fewer fail ures. Too often they expect the parrot like repetition of lessons and the drilling In dry facts to put Into the heads of their children the ability to think that requires careful drawing out for its development. Learning by rote cannot develop brains. They need tjie careful guidance and en couragement which only a skilled teacher and sympathetic, helpful parents can give. Most of the girls and boys who are really educated, whose powers are brought out, receive the best part of their training not In the school room, but at home. Mother and father are the best teachers. It Is unreasonable to expect a teacher With a large class, charged with the su pervision of many pupils, to exert as great an Influence on the child as can be brought and must be brought to bear In the home. The best results are at tained when mother and father are not too'busy with their own affairs, not too much engrossed in the cares of home 'support and home supervision, to take an active Interest In the education of the child. How often do we hear: “I do not know what Is the matter with my boy. He is bright enough, I am sure, but he does not make satisfactory progress n his lessons." Are you sure the fault Is not yours?. Are you sure that you give sufficient” time and attention to training your boy to think far himself, not to depend on tile teacher or Ills fellow pupils or on others to do Ills thinking for him? I-earning lessons is not all or even the major part of getting an education. The best part is the training of the mind to think, to observe, to draw conclusions. Better one fact ultllized than a hun dred merely learned. Some men waste their time in dissi pation and idleness, others in useless work. In defense of the former nothing is to be said. When their accounts are closed their frivolity and uselessness will be found cast up against them. But what of the latter class? Should they not also meet with condemnation? Of such are the men who spend years in painting landscapes on grains of corn, carving cathedrals from cherry stones, building miniature ships In two ounce bottles, engraving the I-iOrd's Prayer on the heads of pins, copying entire books of the Bible on the backs of postage stamps. They are industrious, of course, but their industry is waste of time. Of what avail are such workers of "art" and patience? They serve no useful purpose and teach no lesson save that the time spent on them should be more usefully em ployed, ' Olven the patience that is needed for their execution, the will to accomplish them might ' be directed into channels that would serve the world well. Bent on other ends It might bring the possessor to fame or fortune. There are In the world—and In busy industrious America most of ail—many men and women who spend their days In trival tasks of no Importance ot value. Such are pursued with zeal an<1 earnestness that are sometimes pathetic and sometimes Irritable. One feels like saying to the wasters of tlmo and ef fort: • “Drop It! Get at something useful!” Women spend hours and days In painting china pieces that are daubs when finished, or they embroider pieces that are inartistic frights when the last stitch Is put on, or they spend their days in concocting new dishes that aru wasteful of good materials and condu cive to dysgepsia. Men frivol away their days at sports or occupations that are of no use to the world, if. Indeed, they do not serve as brakes on the world's progress. How Is it with you? Is your work worth while? Is It good for yourself, for your family, for those about you, for the world? Self examination In this respect will do any one good. Sit down candidly with your soul and ask yourself. "Is the work In which I am engaged a worthy work, such as no woman or man should be* ashamed of? Could I busy myself at something belter?” , If so—get at It! stinetksdavyd ThndAefflx Unless you are an unusually close stu dent of American History or perhaps a Virginian, with an ardent love of your state's story, you do not know of Thomas Mann Randolph. Never heard of him? Neither has many another reader of history. Yet he deserves a place In every read ers memory for the kindly, chivalrous action which makes of him an Ameri can Sidney. Probably you remember Sir Philip Sidney, who, dying at the battle of Zutphen.jgave his cup of water to an other. sajsng, "Your need is greater than mine.” Thomas Mann Randolph was governor of Virginia in the years 1819 to 1821. Seven yegrs later, riding along a road in in clement weather, he passed an aged, thin ly clad man. “Your need Is greater than mine,” said Governor Randolph, and he stripped from himself the cloak which sheltered him from the weather. As a result of his action he died of pneumonia. So passed away Thomas Mann Ran dolph, great of soul, wealthy, of high family and distinguished career. He was <50 years old, and his age might have ex cused his keeping his cloak for himself. But in all likelihood the thought never entered ht« mind. He saw' only the shiv ering man and gave him his cloak. His action made him for all time a brother of Sidney and of the good Samari tan and of ail those who have died since the world began that others might live. He was the son-in-law of Thomas Jeffer son, author of the Declaration of Inde pendence and President of the United States. Few*, if any. of us are called upon to make so great a sacrifice. But all of us. as we pass along the road of life in our comfortable cloaks, sfle shivering by the roadside the aged, the feeble rind the unfortunate. Divide your cloak! There is an old fairy tale of a little girl who was left alone In the \\orld. with only a few ragged garments to cover her. As she traveled from her home to seek clothing, piece by piece, to others less fortunate than her own poor self, until night found her fn a forest, shivering, but unafraid, clad only In her shining light of poverty send innocence. But the angel of the Lord appeared and garbed her In shining garments and cov ered them with silver and with gold. Governor Randolph met death for doing his kindly deed. The little girl met life, and wealth. Eut perhaps—w’ho knows?—the rewards were alike. There’s a new movement abroad »n the land. It started In Ireland, has reached Eng land, Australia and New Zealand and is spreading in the United States. It is the “Catch My Pal” movement, to assist in the cause of temperance. This is the way it works: First you climb aboard the “water wagon" yourself. (That means, you knew*, that you pledge yourself .to com plete or partial' abstinence from rt ring ing alcoholic liquors.) Then, being safely seated, you reach down your hand, catch hold of the hand of a friend and brother l and assist bim to a place beside you. That's the "Catch My Pal" movement. Simple, is It not? When your "pal" feels himself safely settled in his place he stretches his hand for his chum. And so the movement grows. The father of the idea is the Rev. Rob ert J. Patterson, a clergyman of Ireland. He says, "The beauty of this movement Is that the unit, the individual, can hi a greaWdertl without being greatly incon venienced.” Of course. It is always the unit that I makes up the total of anything. Oct j a sufficient number of units and you succeed in whatever you undertake. Now, this "Catch My Pal" movement contains the germ of a great idea. It is founded on the great principle of re form from within, not from without. The greatest an 1 most lasting reforms are those which are actuated by forces within the souls of men. not from with out. Before a man can feel thaj hy is called upon to lead or follow in a move ment for reform or advancement of any sort lie must be deeply moved in spirit. The initial push may come from without, but the Inspiration to continue In motion must come from within. He must be. pos sessed with a deep and abiding sense cf the righteousness of his action before he will continue in the path laid out for hi pi. Within, not without the man, lies the field for reform. This thatch My Pal" idea is a good one for application elsewhere than in the temperance movenrent. Suppose, for i example, that you are firmly convinced of the righteousness of a political move ment. You Join It and are seated safely and firmly on Its chariot—of progress, as you believe. Now, from your vantage post, why r.ot reach your hand to your brother, walking in the path’ of error, and help him to a seat alongside of your self? Only in this way are great causes •ad vanced. Be certain in your own mind, of course, that the cause you espouse is Just, be fore stretching out your hand to others. ./ Close to the shore of Long Island, N. Y.. lies a small Island which i* on of the earth's garden spots. Within its boundaries are found hill Jiid dab* and greensward, and its snores are In dented with beautiful bays. In the heart of the island, which might be called Comfort Island ithat is not its real name), dwells a maiden lady who has passed the meridian of life and who is very wealthy. Sin lives on an estate in the most: beauti- i ful part of pretty Comfort Island. She lives alone, for all her kinfolk are* dead. Her estate consists of hundreds of acres of land, wrell cultivated and adorned with all that the art of the best gardeners can give. Within Us confines are flow'ers and splend'd flower iieds and noble trees that have been centuries' In grow ing and others that bear luscious fruits. It is a plac< where every prospect pleases. Hut the maiden lady Uvea there alone. Her house Is a century and a half old or older. It is a storehouse of flno things—of paintings and porcelains, of old silver and pewter, made In the older days of art, and of mahogany furniture which would be the delight of artists. It Is for the lady herself—and for no one else. She has friends, and they have never set foot in her house. Once a year she permits her fellow church members to hold a harvest festival in one corner of her grounds, but forbids them ac cess to the major portion of the beau tiful gardens. And of course the house itself is sacred ground, into which no one but her servants and herself may enter. At all ether times manservants warn the stfanger away from her gates. Ho may not* even look at the gardens, which are hidden from the highway by high hedges. Why the seclusion? | The lady Is proud, very proud, of her family and her beautiful home. She will not defile the house by permitting the foot of the stranger therein. Uiiatakel shares the world gulps it rie who Wishes to keep it for himself loses it. Would she not live a boltei life, enjoy her'home more, if she threw It open freely to Jnr friends even if sometimes she asked the poor to come in and share in its beauties? 2So many starve for one taste of the things which she lias in abundance. Are you like this woman? l>o you keep shut up for yourself Eilcne the good things of your life? Why not add to them ami give to your enjoyment of them a higher, better zest by sharing them with the poor? By way of contrast to this wealthy woman think of Mrs. Finley J. Shep ard (Helen Gould), who invites to her beautiful home at Irvington, N. Y., the poor children of the New York slums. Our Latest and Best Crop Throughout the country the government is encouraging the planting of (of«g« by private hind owners, and the total area planted in tile last few years is enormous. In Nebraska alone there are at present some 280,000 acres of planted forests. The public is being educated to uppr* ciate the high commercial value of these forests, says the Christian Herald. The forests of the country constitute an enormous ’source of national wealth. It is estimated that the value of the for ests for a single year is $l.o5u,000,000. To realize what this total signifies it Is in teresting to point out that ir is some 15 times the value of the annual gold and silver output. In addition to this, the forests are a safeguard against floods, winds, snow slides and moving sands, and have a direct Influence upon the rain fall. The presence of great masses of trees modifies the temperature, doing away in large measure with extremes both of heat and cold. The presence of a forest, it has been observed, lowers the heat average more than seven degrees, while raising the temperature In winter some four degrees.