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Vol. 1. Mo. I^. For The Miiror. “WHERE SHALL I TURN?” O mark his wan and hollow checks. And mark his eyeball glare, And mark his teeth in anguish clenched— The anguish of despair. Know, three days since, his penance o’er. Yon culprit left a jail. And since three days no food has passed Lips so parched and pale. "Where shall I turn?” the wretch exclaims, "Where shall 1 hide my shameful head? llow fly from scorn, or how contrive To earn my honest bread? "This branded hand would gladly toil, But where for work I pray? Who views this mark, the felon cries, And loathing turns away. "My heart has greatly erred, But now would fain return to food, My hand has deeply sinned, but yet Has ne'er been stained with blood. For alms or work in vain 1 sue. The scorners both deny; 1 starve! I starve! Then what remains? This choi\e—to sin or die! "Here Virtuk spurns me with disdain, There Pleasure spreads her snare, Strong habit drives me back to vice. Urged on by lierce despair. "1 strive while hunger gnaws my heart Toily from shame in vain. World, ’tis thy cruel will, I yield, And plunge in guilt again. “There’s mercy in each ray of light That mortal eye e’er saw; There's mercy in each breath of air That mortal lips e’er draw; “There’s mercy both for bird and beast In Heaven’s indulgent plan; There’s mercy in each creeping thing. But man has none for man. "Ye proudly honest, when you heard My wounded conscience groan. Had generous hand or feeling heart One glimpse of mercy shown— "That act had made from burning eyes Sweet tears of virtue roll. Hud lixed my heart, assured my faith. And Heaven gained a soul.” M. g. L. Nov. 3, 1887. OUR CHAPEL SEKVCES. Tlie True Principle of Religion, “Love Your Neighbor an Your sell'”—What is Larking in Our Uatliolle Services. Editor Mirror; The convict who returns to his cell at the close of the religious services held in our chapel and feels that he is no better for hav ing been there, is. to put it mildly, far down on the broad road. In my case it requires about live days of our hum-drum, monotonous existence to effectually re move the good impressions created by the previous Sunday’s instructions. When Saturday comes around I find it haul to decide as to whether I am Turk, Greek, Infidel or Christian, but the first notes of song issuing from our excellent choir re stores my suspended senses and convinces me beyond the shadow of a doubt that if 1 am not a Christian, 1 at least want to be, and ought to be. Too much cannot be said In commendation of the choir’s earnest and able efforts to render their part in the exer cises so enjoyable and desirablo. To those of us that know from experience the won derful improvement in this connection made over the past, it is not difficult to recognize the fact that a master hand controls the helm. As to whether the interest and ener gy expended by all concerned is appreci ated by us I think it was made manifest a Stillwater, Minn., Wednesday, Nov. 9, 18SY. few Sundays ago by the unanimous and simultaneous applause given at the close of our deputy’s remarks. What a pity it is that our unfortunate position will not admit of any demonstration calculated to convey some idea of the extent of our gratitude. Isn’t it wonderful what a great change has been effected in this institution in so short a time? Everything is seemingly changed for the better, and between you and me and The Minnon (whisper) I'll be teetotallv cow-kicked if don’t believe I’m myself bet ter. And now. in the face of these stub born facts, do you not think it would be a good idea to suspend operations on the new solitary building and use tiie material to en large our chapel, as music and religion has, and evidently will, continue to do more to ward bringing the good in a man to the sur face than all the dungeons and. other forms of punishment that in the guise of “inspi rations” present themselves to the minds of such mad theorists as Dr. A. 11. Tucker, whose speech as delivered before the Nation al Prison congress in Atlanta, Ga., had the tone of the chronic croaker? Yerilv, dear doctor, “much learning hath made thee mad.” Music, whether vocal or instrumen tal, is capable of penetrating the coldest and ’Hardest heart of man, and brings forth the noble and good impulses that no amount of eloquence could produce. Every note is an appeal to our better nature. 1 pity the man who thinks and feels other wise. Religion teaches, or tries to teach, brotherly love. That one sentence effectu aUy covers the ground. Brotherly love; ■tlflrt constitutes everything for the good of mankind —“Love your neighbor as your self.” Did you ever stop and think what a beautiful world this would be to live, in if we all loved our neighbor as ourself? Of course you have. Every thoughtful man lias. 1 venture to say you do vour part to help bring about such a state of affairs, but you are disappointed. Your neighbor does not reciprocate; he thinks to himself “there is no money in it.” lie has no use for you unless he can use you to advantage; he will make you believe he loves you all the time, blit you were too dull to discover the fact that others are too jealous of their love to bestow it on every Tom, Dick and Harry with whom they come in contact. So you see it is not a very easy matter to keep this law. Now, while 1 am a very susceptible individual, still, in honest candor, 1 must admit l have some neighbors that 1 would not desire to love me up to the car ressing point; but. that love is never entirely lost. 1 think is clearly set forth in the fol lowing lines: In the long run, all love is paid by love. Though undervalued by the hearts of earth, The great eternal government above, Keeps strict account and will redeem to work. Give thy love freely, do not count the cost, So beautiful a thing is never lost, In the long run. I will not ciose without expressing the pleasure and happiness I felt on a recent Sunday when I saw Father Murphy, dressed in his priestly robes, a happy smile on his pleasant fatherly countenance, listening to the choir singing, at his own request, one of those soul-stiring and elevating selections. 1 feel safe in saying that by that one little act of brotherly love on the part of Father Murphy, he increased, if it is possible, the respect for hhn and his church among the Protestant portion of our congregation, and certainly he lost none among the Catholics. The “boys” are always glad to hear and see Father Murphy. The only regret is the ab sence of music on the Sunday he conducts services. Ask any of the “boys” and they will tell you. “Yes, I like to hear Father Murphy preach, but it is fearful dull, you know; no music, no singing.” Too bad, isn’t it? Father Murphy loves the “boys,” Protestants and Catholic, though he conies down on them pretty hard sometimes; and let us hope that he will make some efforts to favor us with this enjoyable, and I trust profitable, addition to his already interesting ceremony. J. S. Nov. 4, 18S7 Knowledge of our duties is the most use ful part of philosophy.—YVatley. “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” Fur The Mirror. Time Sentem-em. Every inmate of this prison will readily comprehend the subject, lie knows he is sentenced to confinement and hard labor for a definite time, it may be for months, years, or it may be life. The time is fixed, and it is entirely beyond his power to shorten the period embraced by the sentence, except as has wisely been provided by the laws of the state —by good behavior. The character of the offense, involving the act constituting the crime, the manner of its commission, the motive prompting it, and the character of the offender, are considered in fixing the time of imprisonment for the various crimes. The judge who pronounces sentence is guided by the law fixing tiie term of imprisonment within certain bounds, and the circumstances surrounding each case. From his limited knowledge of the facts, as they may develop during the trial of the accused, error must arise, justice can not always be done. The expert criminal, updating in a new field, receives a short sentence, while a new beginner may receive the, maximum limit through the efforts of o\er-zealous prosecutors. And he who has stepped from the paths of honest dealing but once, has been punished more by the simple exposure of his crime than it would be possible to punish the “crook” by any sentence he might receive under the law. No matter how complete a reformation may be effected, nor what the time required to effect it, there is a fixed time of sentence iu every case, and the true object sought —the reformation of the criminal —is lost sight of. For over a hundred years individuals and societies have been dealing with the prison problem, and their labors have not been in vain, as will be seen by comparing our present system with that in vogue at the commencement of the. Revolution, and noting the various changes through which it has passed. At the time referred to more than a score ot crimes were punish able by death. audit was not until 1794 that murder was declared the only crime for the commission of which the death penalty could be inflicted in the state of Pennsylvania, and in many of the states, the death penalty is now abolished. All these great changes have been brought about by peaceful legislation, by intelli gent efforts of those who seek the elevation of mankind, beyond crime. Let us hope that the same intelligence will remedy the evils of our present system. “The true system of imprisonment,” says a recent writer, “comprehends the reformation of tiie criminal, restitution for the wrong com mitted, and the protection of society.” By this analysis we are directed first to the reformation of the criminal. Let. us suppose in a given case that this has been accomplished—then are two of the objects of imprisonment accomplished, for if the criminal lias reformed, society is protected, and there is no intelligent reason for Ins imprisonment. The feelings of revenge and vindictiveness are no reason for im prisonment in the intelligent mind. The question then presents itself. “How can tbis reformation be determined and who will say when justice has been done?” Of these we will speak in an other article. Nov. 3. 1887. Y. Etn prisoned lor Lite. Would it not be wise to have a court in perpetual session to keep an oversight of persons who are imprisoned for long terms or for life? Many cases occur in which people are sentenced wrongfully, or when public indignation runs high, and a review of such cases would do no harm, and might save much suffering. Any of us who has been kept at home by bad weather, sickness, or for some domestic reason, will recall how irksome was the confinement. "Think, then, what imprisonment means, and tliAt Five Gents. for life. In the jail of Brooklyn, N. Y., there are six women undergoing sentence for life. Two of them have already served sixteen years. They all declare their in nocence of the crimes imputed to them. Two were undergoing punishment for des troying children who should never have been born; another had. iu the opinion of the court, committed arson. More than one of these women have been sentenced by Recorder Ilackett. who died insane, and who was noted for his ferocious sentences. He was undoubtedly out ot his mind several years before lie died, and scores of prison ers suffered from the diseased malice of this mad judge. It should he remembered that these people in time come to Have no friends. Relatives move away or die, and many years do not elapse before they are entirely alone in the world. Some of the various charitable societies, composed mainly of woman, should move in this matter, and try to learn the story of every person sen tenced to imprisonment for life, or for any long period.—Demorest’s Magazine. PRISON PK KEBS. BA' PICKLES, An exchange, referring to the advent in their town of a “swell New Yorker.” says: “His suit was a sight in stripes, and he wore a glass in one eye.” Perhaps it was Lan ders; anything like that in “sight" should have been “run in,” anyway. “Time is tire-less.” spoke somebody. Yes, and its axle needs greasing, we think. A local paper speaks of a poor old de cayed and worthless “plug” being “Turned Loose” —nobody having any use for it. Has it strayed in here? A kidnapping affair —Putting a baby to sleep. A sixteen-year-old boy, of gentle mein, has lately been given five years here, from Minneapolis, for raising a four dollar check to fourteen dollars. It is quite evident that the law in trying to “makethe penalty fit the crime,” has produced a rank “misfit” in this case. Lots of people think Minneapolis is dub bed the “Mill” city, because it's the scene of so many slugging matches. Last week’s Minnor. mentions the visit to the prison of a party of well-known pugilists. They were moved by a fellow feeling, no doubt, to see the hair-croojxv community. We never drink behind tiie bars. There were several visiting policemen in the prison the other day, but the combina tion produced by their stars and our stripes, was anything but an emblem of freedom. The latest thing out—The discharged con vict. A careful search of the hospital record fails to reveal a single case of gout in here; which goes, to show that tiie hash and the convicts are very abstinent in their habits. Two beats with but a single thought—A brace of “con. men.” A member of the Minneapolis ball club has been arrested for burglary. He was probably-trying to reach the “home plate.” Yisitor: “Your son Henry, I hear, is the inventor of a lire extinguisher tiiat is be coming quite popular?” Host: “Yes, Henry is a credit to the family.” Yisitor: “It seems strange that he should go into such a business. You gave him a fine education, if I remember rightly.” Host: “Certainly, and tiiis business is right in liis line. I educated him for the Universalist ministry." O’Brien: “Pliwat ails yer fut, Casey?” Casey: “I has a cor’rii. an’ it sphoiis me walkin’.” O’Brien: “Faith it's rye that sphoiis moine.” —Judge. A Tennessee girl-jumped into a cistern one night last week and was drowned. She was asleep at the time and thought she was jumping at an offer of marriage.—Newman Independent.