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Edited aud Published by the Inmates. Entered at the Post Office at Stillwater Minn, as Second Class Mail Matter. Subscription Bates. THE PRISON MIRROR is issued every Thurs day morning at the following rates. One Year SI.OO Six Months 50 Three Montns 25 Single Copies 5 Subscriptions must be paid invariably in ad vance. Advertising rates given upon application. Address, EDITOR PRISON MIRROR. Stillwater, Minn. TO THE PUBLIC. THE PRISON MIRROR is a weekly paper pub lished in the Minnesota state prison. All matter published In its columns is contributed by the inmates, except that properly credited. Its sup port must come from the outside as every inmate is given a paper without ,cost. It is published in the interest of the prison library and after paying for the printing outfit, contributed $l5O to the library fund the first year. Its objects are to en courage individual intellectual effort, provide a healthy journal for the inmates of this and other prisons, and, above all, to acquaint the outside world with the needs of the prison by reflecting its inner life and thus aid the cause of moral ad vancement and prison reform. Gov. Merriam has proclaimed November 27th Thanksgiving Day. Gen. 11. 11. Sibley is dangerously ill. He has been nearly unconcious for several days and the end is looked for at almost any moment. The lion. Bob Dunn, editor of the Princeton Union, who was a candidate for representative from his county, was buried by the heavy fall of “the beautiful” that overtook so many of his brethren on the 4th inst.; but he managed to dig his way out in time to yell, “The Democrats have captured the earth.” Benson, Minn., Nov. 10, 1890. To The Prison Mirror, Still water: —I enclose you my check of 5i.75 so as to keep your collector at home —1 don’t want him to call. This is the last of my campaign fund. The democrats of this county sat down on me. Yours, etc., John M. Bergstrom, Sheriff, Swift Co. A new paper has been started in St. Paul called The Humane Journal, and its motto is, “We Speak for Those that Cannot Speak for Themselves.” The paper speaks for the better treatment of dumb animals, es pecially the horse, the victim of so much cruelty at the hands of brutal men. It is published monthly under the management of Mrs. Ella Gilkison, and the subscription price is SI. 50 a year. The Superintendent of the St. Cloud Re formatory has originated a new scheme for giving employment to the inmates of his institution. lie will, with the approval of the board of managers, utilize the land be longing to the reformatory by turning it into a seed garden and raise vegetable and flower seeds. This would not interfere with any industry In the state. He said to a re porter of the Minneapolis Journal: “Our present quarry work is all right, of course, but many of our convicts are not fitted for the hard labor it entails. We are quarrying right along, and we have already disposed of about SO,OOO worth of dressed stone, and have contracts on hand for 520.000 worth more. But this new plan, while it will not interfere with the success of our quarrying operations, would meet a difficulty which has faced us ever since the reformatory has been opened.” Reader, do you know what it is to be poor—so poor that to your emaciated imag ination a nickel seemed the consummation of your earthly ambitions? You have. Very well. Then, with all this refinement of poverty, did you find yourself in the heart of a great city of a million souls, of whom you knew not one, with feet swollen and blistered from tramping over the burning pavements, a soiled and melted shirt collar, a fortnight’s growth of beard adorning your grimy, grim face ala porcupine? You did. You trudged wearily and aimlessly on not knowing why you kept going nor whither your steps were carrying you? i es. In this hour of deep loneliness, gnawing hun ger, and physical distress you could not think of one person, of all the millions on earth, to whom you could appeal for help? Not one. Well then, all we have to add is, that you know what it is to feel the pinch of real poverty, and that if you are now possessed of wealth you know how to ap preciate its worth. Here is one of several good stories about Jay Gould’s experiences with cranks as told by Signor Morosini, who was for eighteen years his confidential associate: “One day a man presented himself at Mr. Gould’s of fice and demanded to see the millionaire. Somebody else offered to transact any bus iness that he might have. The man was very dignified, and said he would treat with nobody except Mr. Gould. Mr. Gould hap pened to overhear his remark, and stepping to the door asked him the nature of his business. The man reached into an inside pocket and quickly drew a long brass cyl inder. The door was slammed shut and everybody in the office made a wild rush for a place of safety. No explosion fol lowed, and after a time one of the clerks reconnoitered. The man still stood where he was left with the cylinder in his hand. He succeeded in convincing the clerk that there was no danger, and Mr. Gould re turned to the door. The man said he had the greatest invention of the age, in which he wanted Mr. Gould to invest a few mill ions. It looked like a squirt gun, but the man said it was a pocket churn, which would make it possible to have fresh butter at eacli meal. All that was necessary to do was to put some cream in the churn, stick the churn in the pocket, and in idle mo ments agitate the paddle.” It is doubtful if a man ever forgets the strange sensation he experienced when, for the first time in his life, he found himself in a prison cell and heard the rattle of bolts and bars that cut him off from the outer world. The feeling is not describable; but it seems to one like as if he had left his friends heedless of their entreaties and crossed a wide gulf to wander in a strange and forbidden land, and on returning found the bridge gone, the friends departed from the other shore, and there before him yawned the impassable chasm cutting him off forever from all that he held dear. He gazes at the walls and bars, and realizes that he has passed from his own control to the controi of others, that from being a freeman he is become a slave. His relation to the rest of mankind has changed, he is become another man, or a dual man; the old self looks at the new self and weeps, and pleads with it not to depart; and the new self looks yearningly upon the old self and fain would become one with it again, but that is impossible; the old self fades away and the man is a new man. A rev olution has taken place, and though others may not discover any change in the man, he himself is conscious of the fact that he is no longer the man they knew before he went through that experience of being locked up as a criminal. CBIiUIYAL TYPES. Some of those scientists who make a specialty of criminals and their character istics do certainly make some most wonder ful discoveries. A few years ago an emi nent physician in charge of a large prison published to the world his discovery of the tact that criminals as a class were “kidney footed.” Some of these savants have stud ied the subject so intelligently that they can tell a criminal as quick as they lay eyes on him in a prison or on a gibbet. Before us is a collection of engravings of criminal types that have been discovered by these scientists. The first is that of a typical prisoner—he would answered as a repre sentative of any class of men. Next we have the forger. Well, all we have to say is that any man with no more sense than to cash a check for such an irresponsible look ing idiot as this fellow, would deserve to be swindled. Now comes the incendiary. This one has the appearance of a fanatic, sure enough, but you would never believe him capable of setting the world on fire. Here we have the dyed-in-the-wool Italian brigand knocking out all our precon ceived notions oi picturesque banditti—nis face is bad enough for any crime, and we never saw but one worse and that was one we saw in the papers the other day, of a prominent politician. The next is that of the leader of a mutiny at sea. Only for the miserable work of the engraver, this head would answer for that of a doctor of moral philosophy. The last is that of a typical murderer, a boy aged 10, who mur dered eight persons. Had it been written under this picture that he had won the first honors in college, beholders would remark his noble head and handsome countenance. Now these engravings are no more mislead ing than many of the fine-spun theories that are afloat concerning the nature of crimi nals, and the sooner the public throw them aside and deal with the criminal as a being like themselves, only defective in morals, the sooner will they be rid of him. There is no doubt but what many criminals are mentally defective, but there are hundreds of thousands of honest people who cannot be said to be overly bright. It is also true that many criminals have not been gifted with prepossessing countenances, and this is also true of a few very good people we know outside of prison. Secretary H. H. Hart, of the state board of cor rections and charities, made an apt touch on this point at the close of a recent address when he said, “Very little reliance can be placed upon first impressions and outward appearance, for the worst rascals often present a guileless aspect, while men of good intentions look like deep-dyed scoun drels. ‘Who is that villainous-looking con vict?’ said a lady to the prison usher, ‘I should know him for a criminal anywhere.’ ‘That, madam,’ said the usher, ‘is the prison chaplain, and he is not so bad as he looks.’ ” AS OTHERS SEE US. The Prison Mirror, of Stillwater, Minn., is always full of interesting matter. Its motto is: “It is never too late to mend.” —High School Tunes, Dayton, Ohio. One of the most sensible and practical ex changes which comes to our office is The Prison Mirror, of Stillwater. It is pub lished by the inmates of the state prison and its proceeds go to benefit the prison li brary. It contains some of the most sound and readable articles on questions of gen eral interest which we have met with.— Ariel, University of Minnesota. We wish at this time to notice The Prison Mirror. This paper is published in the Minnesota state prison, at Stillwater. It is an entertaining sheet and contains, be side the regular matter that is to be found in most papers, a Chautauqua department. Such a paper deserves the hearty support of all interested in prison life, as it gives, probably, a more correct pen picture of prison ways than could be obtained in any other way.—High School Drift, Salamanca, N. Y. The Prison Mirror, edited and pub lished by the inmates of the state prison at Stillwater, Minnesota, is, in many respects, a remarkable publication. It is very ably and judiciously edited, contains a great deal of matter that must be of value and comfort to the inmates, and a help to them to lead proper lives after they are once more restored to the outside world. It ought to have a large circulation in the penal institutions of the country, and out side of them especially, as it would teach many that all the bad people in the world are not inside of prison walls, and not all the good people outside of them either. The Mirror is handsomely printed and reflects credit upon the typos who put it into shape.—The Advance, Jamesburg, N. J. Brace Up. “Our place is kept, anti it will wait Ready for us to fill it soon or late; No Star is lost we once hare seen; We always may be, what we might have been.” I have been asked to contribute some thing for The Mirror; aud as I took up my pen to write in answer to the request those words were singing in my ears. Now if I can say anything to encourage, to lift up a fellow-being in distress, the un fortunate within these walls, 1 shall only be too glad to do so, for that is one of the greatest and highest aims of life to help our fellow-man. We are here brought to a period in life when everything connected with our being with the outer world has stopped; we are separated from it and are in a little world by ourselves, witli time to look back upon our past life as we could look upon it from no other standpoint. Thus we have golden opportunities for weighing our past character, separating the good from the bad —carefully weighing each —thus h °ing nhle to answer the tions with all candor, “Has ray iife thus far been a failure?” and when answered, “What will we do with our future?” We have, each ef us, within us that will force which will make our future just what we would have it. “Look not mournfully on the past it copies not back. Enjoy the present, it is thine— Go forth to meet the shadowy future With a manly heart and without fear.” If we are sincere and really wish to make our future “what it might have been,” we can make it so. Remember no one can make our life and character but ourselves. Friends, and associations are only condi tions given us to use for the greater ad vancement of ourselves if they are good— but to the greater detriment if they are bad. So let us before using them make sure for which cause they will contend in the end, whether for good or evil. Self-will is a power that will conquer nations if only ex erted in the right direction. When we go out to meet the conflicts of the world again we must expect that we will find the way rough and thorny at first, for there is a dark blot upon our characters which will have to be rubbed off and it may take a great deal of rubbiug and pol ishing before it is entirely removed, but if we only keep up our courage and use this will power of ours, together with a life of doing good to our fellow-men, making the most of every opportunity given us, thus carrying out the great principal of life, it will come off, and our characters will shine in all their former luster and brightness and leave the world to say of us that truly our last days are our best days—and not that requiem of a misspent life— “ For of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest are these: ‘lt might have been.’ ” C. W. K. Prison Labor. At the late meeting of the National Prison Association, Warden Brush, of the state prison at Sing Sing, made an address which was full of practical suggestions con cerning the best methods of treating prison ers. He held that the true cause of the great mass of crime is the lack of discipline in childhood. Demoralized family relations, resulting in an absence of family training, fills the jails and penitentiaries of the coun try with victims of parental incapacity, neglect and over indulgence. Next to this Warden Brush puts defective prison dis cipline. The “first offender.” after work ing out his sentence, is too often discharged worse than when he was imprisoned. Prison systems are not generally planned to secure his reformation; and Warden Brush holds that a reasonable prison system—to say nothing of a humane system—ought to be planned from beginning to end for that special purpose. First of all, therefore, he would have every illiterate prisoner taught to read and write, not only for the sake of the direct benefit of such teaching, but for the sake of its mental discipline, and because to be ablo to read and write makes the prisoner feel more like other people, and to that extent less like an outcast and enemy of society. Next Warden Brush would have every prisoner taught a trade, and that, too, both for its educational and disciplinary value, and because the prisoner, when discharged without a handicraft by means of which to earn his living, is almost foredoomed to a life of crime. Warden Brush takes open issue with that bad element among the “labor” agitators which would doom prisoners to involuntary idleness. He maintains that the prisoner has a natural right to compete with free labor. “He had it before he became a pris oner, and when in prison the tax-payers who support him have a claim upon his labor.” The reasoning is sound. The right to work as a free man, when forfeited, must be forfeited to some one; and that some one is the society which is compelled by his misdeeds to charge itself with his maintenance. Society, therefore, has an absolute right to employ the prisoner at its own discretion. This, however, is not the only reason, nor the strongest reason, for the employment of prisoners. Society might have the right to employ them, and yet it might be inexpedient for society to exercise that right. Warden Brush settles the whole matter when he declares that the state may spend millions for the reforma tion of its convicts, but that without intelli gent labor every effort will fail. Prisoners, he declares, cannot be reformed without work; it follows without further argument that genuine reform work among the pris oners of the state must include regular and systematic work, unless, under the guise of punishment, the state itself would make its prisons nurseries of crime.—The Church man. True to Life. A private dispatch from Paris states that Sarah Bernhardt is not only playing the part of Cleopatra, but of her needle as well —Puck. Carl Pretzel’s Philosophy. Der feller dot looses his confidences in dia world vas not much worth. It vas a pooty goot idea enuff to been sharitoble to efery one except your own self Der feller dot eood see a fault in der odder fel ler dot he don’t got himself, vas a freak among der hooman families.—The National Weekly.