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THURSDAY, Dec. 20. 1888. PRISON OFFICIALS. INSPECTORS. A. K. DOE Stillwater. JOHN F. NORKISH Hastings. EDWIN DL'NN Eyota. RESIDENT OFFICIALS. H. G. STORDOCK Warden. J. A. WESTBY Deputy Warden. JOHN COVER Ass’t Deputy Warden. FRANK BERRY f Clerk. H. E. BENNER Steward. W. H. PRATT Physician. F. H. HALL Hospital Steward. W. H. H. TAYLOR Storekeeper. J. H. ALBERT Protestant Chaplain. M. E. MURPHY Catholic Chaplain. MRS. JOSEPH CAYOU Matron. GUARDS’ REGISTER. V. T. COVER Usher. M. B. JOHNSON Hall Guard. M. C. COLLIGAN Day Cell Room Guard. A. H. CHASE Day Cell Room Guard. A. C. PARSONS Night Cell Room Guard. W. W. HALL Night Cell Room Guard. A. W. ROWE Night Cell Room Guard. JOHN DEGAN Night Cell Room Guard. FRANK BURGLUND Gate Guard. HANS ERICKSON Gate Guard. JOHN NUNAN Guard Shop A. ROYAL C. ORFF Guard Shop B. F. M. BORDWELL Guard Shop C. ANDREW MEEHAN Guard Shop D. BEN. CAYOU Guard Shop F. HENRY J. JENKINS Guard Shop G. B. G. CROSS Guard Shop H. FRANK CARD Guard Shop I. T. W. ALEXANDER Guard Shop J. JIENING LONGREN Guard Shop L. R. G. RHOADES Guard Shop M. PATRICK FLANNERY Shop Guard. SAMUEL BLOOMER Wall Guard. GBEENLEAF DORR Wall Guard. CHARLES. P. AUSTIN Wall Guard. ?. J. MURPHY Wall Guard. JOHN 8. MAY Wall Guard. 30DFR1ED RIS Wall Guard. i. B. GOLDSMITH Night Guard. NELS D, CARLSON Night Guard. a B. JOHNSON Yard Guard. LOCAL PICKINGS. —Warden Stordock visited St. Paul on Satur day- —Deputy Westby was absent several days last week. —Emery Kristmus is expected to be here with as in a few days. —Our population has increased to 419 with a prospect of reaching still higher figures by the srst of the year. —Christmas promises many things to the pris oner—turkey. the privilege to speak to friends, enjoyment of music, etc. —Father McCarren has been holding Catholic services in the south wing of the prison in the afternoon for several days past. —The weather of the past week has been some what more in keeping with the season for this lat itude but the mildness of the touch of winter is remarkable. —Wm. Stevens was the victim of an accident «st week at the trestle but has recovered suffi ciently to take his place again. Too great care cannot be exercised. —The committee of prison inspection has been heard from and is making rapid progress, hav ing visited a number of penal institutions in the rentral and eastern states. They are expected kttme soon. —Those of the inmates who read French have gTeatly enjoyed the literature donated to the library by a friend of the unfortunate not long wince, and it is hoped that some one equally gen erous will follow the example. —We aim to give satisfaction in prices and in quality of goods, in all departments of our busi ness and can, with pride, refer all strangers to oar customers since 1856. We desire, through the eeJumnsof THE MIRROR to call the public's atten tion to our stock, at all times new, modern, and U tar the largest in the St. Croix Valley, of drugs, inmily medicines, umbermen’s drug supplies, yaints, varnishes, brushes, and beautiful parlor a»d hanging lamps. Crandall & Barclay. —Mr. Davie, whom the inmates will remember as a familiar character in the prison for a long period of years, has fallen into paths of peace and absolute contentment, having inherited over a quarter of a m liiun dollars. Good luck to Davie! -may he fulfill the most sanguine expectations of his friends. Having a preference for the stock kusim S-. especially fine-wooled sheep, he can in dulge his fancy to his satisfaction. He once wrote an article for THE MIRROR describing thirty-seven different breeds, but we couldn’t find space for its publication—we wish we had. —A special from New York City says: Messrs A. K. Doe. Edwin Dunn, and John F. Norrish, In spectors of prisons in Minnesota, and H. H. Hart, leeretary of the board of charities and corrections o! the same state, have been on a tour of the prisons of several states and are now in this city. Tie commission have visited so far three prisons in Michigan, one in Chicago, one in Cleveland, and the Elmira reformatory and the Sing Sing prison in this state. They will next go to the pris on in Weathersfield, Conn., after which they will return to the west. The.r observat.ons in this slate have shown them that New York is suffering in a greater degree the same prison evils which it is proposed to remedy in Minnesota. In Sing Sing they saw 800 prisoners walking about the prison yards in the lock-step simply for exercise, and WaTden Brush told ih3m that he had received hundreds of communications from prisoners, beg ging to be put at some kind of employment.— Daily Gazette. Sunday Services, Services were conducted by Father Murphy. The sermon was in keeping with the proximity of Advent, and dwelt principally upon the teachings of John the Baptist. “The voice of John was ‘The voice of one cry ing in the wilderness, prepare je the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.’ John was the forerunner of Christ. The people who believed the teachings of John and were baptised, accept ed Christ. They who denied John, denied Christ also. It is a noticeable fact that John did not come in royal state to herald the coming of Christ, but he came clothed in camel’s hair and with a simple leathern girdle. He did not cater to the rich and powerful, but his warning came to all—‘Repent YE, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.’ Christ also, came in great humility and sought out the poor and Deedy, saying: ‘Take my crosi upon you and learn of me. for my yoke is easy and my bur den is sweet.’ Wonderful words of peace and comfort! He came not to call the righteous but sinners to repentance. The voice of John is like to the voice of consc.ence that still, small voice that constantly urges us to repent, that will not let us rest when we do wrong. With repentance what peace comes to us! It matters not where we are, in the prison cell as we kneel before God and honestly ask His grace to sustain us, it is granted. Why not accept of this salvation. Why did God make you? ‘God made you to know him, to love him, and to serve him in th.s world, and to be happy with him forever in the next.’ May Gol grant that you fill th s your h ghest destiny.” How CrtniiualM Are Created. The superintendent of one of the prisons in the northwestern part of Germany, says the “Wanderer,” St. Paul, communicates to the “Soc. Corr,” that among the con victs under his charge (about 250) the num ber o’f such has again largely increased, in whom vulgarity, susceptibility and avarice were the incentives to evil. And more in particular he wishes to state, that whisky still continues the instrument of sending men. who were once industrious and good, into prison. He quotes three instances to illustrate his point. Aged parents write to their only son — the hope of their declining days: “You were good, you were our pride and joy— and now! Whisky has ruined you as well as us; you are in prison, and your parents long for the grave; how happy we could have been, but you allowed whisky to con trol you, and in consequence have brought shame upon yourself and your aged par ents.” “Dear husband, where have we landed?” a wife wrote to her convict husband; “how happy we were, and how joyed were 1 and the children, when the evenings brought you home from work. But happiness and good standing are gone; we are become beg gars. You are in prison, while I and the innocent children are in the poorhouse, and when you return: no home, no bed, no bread! O. God what misery the bottle lips brought upon us; the whisky bottle has done it, for formerly you were good to me and the children. But you gave no ear to my prayers, and then when £ cried and be moaned our condition you beat me; the chil dren avoided you in terror. You went forth in the evenings to the saloon, while the chil dren and 1 went to bed famished from hun ger. God have mercy on me. what nights those were, what a life! Oh, our dear, dear children!” A formerly upright man. but now a con vict serving here for theft, through the chaplain, gave me the following: “Formerly 1 worked diligently and never drank. I lived happily with my wife, and 'we did well. 1 had no lack of work. My wife constantly supplied me with a flask of coffee to serve me at my work in place of other refreshments. But this very thing caused ail my trouble. M.v co-partners ridiculed and bemocked me as being no man and a milksop. Would that I had ig nored their ridicule! But 1 succumbed to it, and at last paid out the money for my first drink of whisky. Now 1 was no longer ridiculed by my fellow workmen, but, on the contrary, lauded. Wiiat use to pro ceed; I became a drinker, neglected my work; my savings were soon dissipated; the tears and prayers of my wife had no effect upon me other than irritate me. One article of furniture after the other was dis posed of to the second-hand dealer, until at last I even sold the bed of my wife and children. Mv wife died of grief and sor row: the children were taken from me and given a home with a respectable family. I participated in a burglary in consequence of which, lam now here. Out of an honest workingman, the happy head of a family, in two years whisky has transformed me into a convict: mv wife lies in her grave, and my dear children are becoming stran gers to me; they must despise me.” The Prison Mirror, although not a college publication, is nevertheless worthy the perusal of all into whose hands it comes. It is characterized by articles of a very edi fying and instructive nature, and also by its punctuality.—College Chips. A FUNNY WOULD IS THIS. This world is very funny. For no matter how much money Man is earning he will spend it, and be hard up all the time; To his utmost be is straining To catch up without attaining. Till he makes h-s l.fe a burden when it should be bliss sublime. He who earns a thousand merely. Thinks two thousand dollars yearly Would b j just the figures to make happinss com plete: But his income when it doubles, Only multiplies his troubles. For his outgo then increas na maxes his both ends worse to meet. It is run in debt and bt.nov. Flush to-day and broke to-morrow. Financiering every which way to postpone the day of doom; Spending money ere he makes it. And then wondering what takes it. Till he, giving up the riddle, looks for rest within the tomb. O, this world is very funny To the average man whose money Doesn't quite pay for the dancing that he does before he should; And he kills himself by trying Just a 1 ttle higher flying Than i# suited for his poexet and his own eternal good. —Goodall s Snn. The “Wanderer,” St. Paul, in its issue of the 6th inst., gives its readers a wholesome piece of advice. The substance of the article is as follows: “Exercise strengthens and toughens every part of the body, and is therefore an essential to health and long life. Running is considered the most health producing of motions. Every person ought daily to run at least a tolerable distance, and, if possible, out of the city to the suburbs, where fresh air in abundance can be inhaled. Such exercise should not be undertaken on an empty stomach; nor either on a full one when the digestive or gans are just beginning their functions. The robust may indulge in exercise before breakfast, but the feeble had better forego this, and instead, take a walk of several hours’ duration after meals. A free exer cise of tiie muscles is a preventive to ill health, and at the same time adds strength to the various organs of the body. Con sidering the importance of the matter, we cannot reiterate too often the necessity of corporal exercise to health and vigor.” The “Wanderer,” a wanderer from ’way back, does not journey through the mists of philosophy, without picking up now and then by the wayside some precious treasure; of which the above is a fair sample. It would be my soul’s delight—this weary soul of mine, encompassed bv a still wearier body—don’t repeat it. I beg you— of three hundred pounds (’twas inflicted on me in a moment of recklessness, by royal but worthy ancestors) —1 repeat, it would be my soul’s delight to go scampering, as the “Wanderer” suggests, at a gentle, run ning pace, out of the busy and noisy city, and on to the green fields of the country — and all this. too. before breakfast. The “Wanderer” speaks from personal experience. I have no doubt. His good old Teutonic soul lias been there. But this for me is out of the question; at least, for the present. It is true. I could regulate my stomach to suit the prescribed requirements; but that is about all I could do just now. lam not prevented, however, from allowing my imagi nation full sway as to what I might do. and what others are doing. No one can prevent my taking an imaginary run with the “Wanderer” before breakfast of a morning, and returned, bearing him company while he indulges in “Eier Kucken mid Katfee” with whipped cream and French rolls —or perhaps an Hamburger steak a la Del monico. No one can deny me this pleas ure. and though, perhaps, not quite as good as the actual enjoyment itself, it is, to my mind, the next best thing to it. But seriously speaking the “Wanderer” is right: exercise is a good thing: more es pecially so to men who are confined as we are. And every opportunity that offers us to this end. should he made good use of. Most of the ills that the human body is subject to. find their origin in the stomach; exercise is productive of a good appetite and digestion: considering this, I will merely repeat a line oft quoted by old writers: i Draw your own conclusion. C. M. M. First Sweet Girl: “Oh. it was so ro mantic! We were at Long Branch, you know. I got beyond my depth in bathing, and he saved my life, and after that we be came engaged. Isn’t it lovely?” Second Sweet Girl: “That’s just your luck. dear. I worked out beyond my depth six times this season, and was saved by six different young men. but every mother’s son of them was married.”—Porcupine. Fxeri-Ise. A Komauce of the Fever. Here ;s a pleasing incident related by a Florida correspondent: ‘ A beautiful girl drove out to Sand H lis yesteiday and gave Dr. Sollaee Mitchell a magnificent bouquet of flowers for a certain one of the patients (mention.ng him by name.) When asked by tne doctor." ‘Who shall I say brought them?'the young lady, blushing deeply, replied: •Never anna the name; just give them tohim.’ It is strange how some things will help along a sick man,’ said the doctor. ‘There was this fellow in a bad fix with the fever, and as soon as I told him a young lady, who refused to give her name, had brought the flowers out to Sand Hills, the patient smiled and began to mend from that very moment, and is now out of danger.’ ” The great influence that a seemingly trivial action may exert, is exemplified in tiie above anecdote. Moral disease is just as susceptible to remedies not officially registered in the pharmacopoeia of prison reform associations, as physical disease is to the many trivial circumstances that exert an influence over the mind or will of an in valid. Take, for example the young man re ferred to above. His body is afflicted with a loathsome disease; he is surrounded by the dead and dying: his mind is filled with his gloomy environments; the nurses, taxed far beyond their strength, have only time to note his symptoms and to administer rite prescribed remedies. Is not his a sad fate? Dying, you may truthfully say. alone: only one in an army of suffering humanity. The attendants have no time to note personal ities. and his life may go out without one word of hope or of cheer; no loving hand will clasp his as he enters the vale of shad ows; no gentle touch will ease the pain of parting, and lightly draw the curtains over the windows, out of which the soul can no longer gaze. But stay! a ray of sunshine, carrying with it a breath of hope, of life! What mysterious power has worked this miracle? Only a few fiowers sent by a loving hand. And vet this was more po tent than any medicine administered by skillful physicians. We are grievously afflicted with moral disease, our minds are filled with our gloomy surroundings; moral desolation and pestilence are all around us; the attendants have no thought but of their stern duties, our hearts are weighed down with our great affliction, our spirits rebel at remorse less fate, our faith in man and God alike, almost gone. Think you not that a kind word in pity spoken would be like oil on our troubled waters? A word, a smile, a simple flower, a grasp of the hand that telis of unspoken sympathy; trifles, light as air, yet they may carry a message of hope, of comfort, of peace to a burdened heart, a gleam of sunshine to a saddened life. Living Up to a Principle. Dubbins: “Y'es. Nubbins, as 1 was saying, this custom of treating to drink, to tickets for the opera or to whatever else it may be, to my mind, is disgusting in tiie extreme and should be discouraged. I for my part, if I hear of a good play ” Nubbins: “Oh. by the way. Dubbins! speaking of plays, just reminds me 1 have two tickets for this afternoon’s ball-game. What do you say to taking it in?” Dubbins: "Who plays? The New Yorks?” Nubbins: "Yes.” Dubbins: “Why. I’ll be delighted. I as sure you. Come and join me in a cigar.” Mrs. Jones: “Now. Tommy, you may tell your mamma I’ll drop around to see her to-morrow or the day after.” Tommy: “She’ll be awfully glad, I know.” Mrs. Jones: “What makes you think so, child.” Tommy: “'Cause. L heard her tell papa it was about time you. and Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Smith put in an aupearance— she fully expected to see one or the other pretty soon.” Seventy-five per cent, of the convicts of America are young men under thirty. In the state prison at Stillwater are convicted two hundred boys under tiie age of twenty one. It appears that youthful impulse, liquor, bad associations and training are the great factors in crime, rather than the pre meditated schemes of mature and experi enced depravity. Better home life and social surroundings, the elimination of tiie saloon and its allies; greater moral and in tellectual attractions for youthful enter tainment, we must depend upon, for the prevention of crime rather than more police and severer punishment.—Litchfield News Ledger. Does any man tell me that my faithful efforts can be of no service, that it does not belong to my humble station to meddle with the concerns of a nation? I tell him it is on such individuals as I that a nation has to rest both for tiie hand of support and the eye of intelligence. The uninformed mob may swell a nation’s bulk, the titled, tin selled. courtly throng may be its feathered ornament; but the number of those who are elevated enough in life to reason, yet low enough to keep clear of the venal con tagion of courts and political corruption— these are a nation’s strength.—Robert Burns. . Solitaire.