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Bowed banners and the drums’ thick muffled beat
For him, and silent crowds along the street; The stripes of white and crimson on his breast, And all the trappings of a warrior's rest; For him the wail of dirges, and the tread Of the vast army following its dead Unto the great surrender: half-mast high r For him the flags shall brave the Winter s%— These be his honors: and some old eyes dim For love's sake, more than fame's—for him, for him! These things are his; yet not to him alone Is this proud wealth of ordered honor shown. Thus to their graves may go all men who stand Between their country and the foeman’s brand: This is the meed of hardihood in fight; The formal tribute to a hero’s might; A myriad dead have won the like award— The unknown, unnumbered servants of the sword Hath he no greater honor? Tes, although It win for his dead clay no funeral show; Nor none shall tell upon the market place What gave this hero his most special grace, That for his memory, in the years to come, Shall speak more loud than voice of gun or drum. Great was his soul in fight. But you and I, Friend, if need be, can set a face to die. This land of ours has lovers now as then. Nor shall time coming find her poor in men, While the strong blood of our old Saxon strain Fires at the sound of war in pulse and vein. But this great warrior was in Peace more great, More noble in his fealty to the state, More fine in service, in a subtler way Meeting the vital duty of the day; Patient and calm, too simply proud to strive To keep the glory of his past alive. So burns it still, and shall burn. Every year, -Of that high service made him but more dear, More trusted, more revered. No lust of power Led him to lengthen out the battle hour; He sought no office: he would learn no art To serve him at the polls or in the mart; And yet he loved the people, nor did pride Lead him from common joys and cares aside. His kindly, homely, grizzled face looked down On all tbe merry-making of the town A face that we shall miss: we all were proud When the Old General smiled upon the crowd. So lived, so died he. Has a great man passed And left a life more whole unto the last? Upon the soldier’s coffin let this wreath Tell of his greatest greatness, sword-in-sheath. —H. C. Bunner, in Puck. A Sermon Recentlr Delivered In Our Chapel by Chaplain J. H. Albert. We have now this fact —Thought makes character. Hence (1) avoid soft, silly, senti mental thoughts. Avoid books and people that have nothing else to give you. Such thoughts often indulged in, will ruin any one. Gabriel himself could not live on these and keep his place. You might as well expect to build up a strong body on ice cream and candy, as to think to build a strong char acter out of weak and sentimental thoughts. You and I have had some experience in the world. We remember that when we were boys, people would pet us on the head and say nice, complimentary things about us. We thought in those Jays that the whole world was standing still, waiting our com ing. But when we stepped out into the world, we soon found our mistake. Men, with all the nice things they said, did not want us there. They looked on us with jealous eye. This world is not a friend to help one on in business, any more than it is to help one on in grace. Whoever would win anything in either field, must win it by the strength of bis own right arm, and an in vincible soul. Only character carved out of granite can win anywhere in the battle of life. Y v\ d}C ytio OH JH Vol. No. 31. GENERAL SHERMAN, FEBRUARY 14TH, 1891. A SERMON. IN TWO PARTS. —PART 11. “For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he.”— Prov. xxiii, 7. But, (2) avoid bad thoughts. Never let your mind dwell upon thoughts that are low, impure, vile or evil. They are the ways of death. Look out over the world; see the sins that afflict humanity. See the rich man grinding the face of the poor man; and the poor man grinding the face of other poor men; see the wrong of man against man; brother’s hand against brother; homes broken up; the husband against the wife, and the wife against the husband; parents against the children, and the chil : dren against the parents; see drunkenness lay its disolating hand everywhere; see cor ruption. and iniquity, and vice, and licen tiousness blasting manhood, and damning womanhood; hear the world groaning be neath its awful load, and crying out, “How long O Lord God Almighty, how long!” < See and hear, and then ask. where is the root of all this evil, and the answer will be. In the heart. “As he thinketh in his heart, so is he.” Behind every evil act, lies an evil thought. Had there been no evil thought there would have been no evil act. Stillwater, Minn., Thursday, March 12,1891. The soul rules the hand. I know it Is pos sible to pursue, one line of thought, and another line of action; but only for a time. It is impossible to separate them forever. Sooner or later the soul and the hand must work together. We sometimes see a man of the highest standing in society, even in the church, suddenly fall. Then two classes of people gather around him. The good come, and look and say: Ah how sad; this man has been all his life honest and upright, true to his trust, and loyal to his God; and now at last, in an uneuarded moment, he fell. The temptation was too great. Brethren its false. False as hell itself. God, the eter nal Father, does not leave men in their hour of need. But on the other hand, some people, not so good, look at the fallen one and say: O, he is like all the rest of good people; they will all do so if they get the chance. They are all hypocrites. That, too, is false. The truth is the man’s fall was not sudden, only in appearance. A few days ago, our noble and honored Sec retary Windom fell dead at a banquet in New Fork. It seemed sudden, but it was not. Years ago the heart began to weaken; overwork hastened the process; that night, the excitement of the occasion, the enthusi asm of soul, was too much for that feeble heart, the last chord was severed, and it ceased to beat. Just so this other man fell in the moral world. Years ago the poison entered his soul; it began working there; one by one the chords of manhood were severed, and of truth and righteousness; at last there come a day, when the excite ment of temptation was too great for the weakened soul, the last chord was snapped asunder and he fell. This is the way good men fall. A cloud comes rolling up from the west. The electricity begins collecting itself in one point; so, too, a current from the earth begins flowing up into some tall tree top; the two approach each other, n.earer and nearer, until at last, breaking away, they rush together across the inter vening space with a crash that shakes the earth. So the soul moving in one direction, and the hand in another, are all the while drawing closer and closer, until at last they rush together with a crashing ruin. On the other hand we have seen men rise up out of the mire and the clay, to the very mount of transfiguration. Where lies the secret of it? In the heart. They began filling the heart with thoughts, pure, true, holy, divine. They filled their soul with God, and these bore them upward. I urge upon you then, the constant read ing and study of the Bible. It is not a fetich, a magic wand, which men touch and are saved. It is God’s thoughts which men are to transplant into their own souls. What can give such strength of character and manhood, as the word of God implanted in the soul? Have you ever read the two inaugural addresses of President Lincoln? Get them and compare them. The first is the expression of a keen sighted politician, that may be a statesman. There is nothing especially remarkable about it. Then read the second. It has lost the tone of the pol itician. It is the voice of a statesman, and more than a statesman. It is the voice of the old time prophets of God. He speaks like a Moses, or the prophet-statesman Isaiah; and in the spirit of the Master, as rising above the roar of battle, aid the strife and hate of the hour, he stretches one hand out over the south, and the other hand over the north, and commits them both in love to God. Whence the change. During these four years, he was communing with God. God’s word was his companion.' The midnight hour found him pouring over its pages. There lies the secret. As he thought in his heart, so he was. Capabilities of the Telephone, The telephone is about to have a new ap plication—that of foretelling storms. A new discovery has been made as to one of the properties of this means of transmit ting sound. By placing two iron bars at seven or eight meters distance from each other, and then putting them in communi cation on one side by a copper wire covered with rubber, and on the other side with a telephone, a storm can be predicted at least twelve hours ahead through a dead sound heard in the receiver. According as the storm advances the sound resembles the beating of hailstones against the windows. Every flash of lightning, and. of course, every clap of thunder that accompanies the storm, produces a shock smiliar to that of the stroke of a stone cast between the dia phragm and the instrument. —Pioneer Press. DEFECTIVE PAGE “ IT IS NEVER TOO IiATE TO MEND.” How Have You Spent Your Evenings? Oh, had 1 but resisted the first tempta tion to wrong doing! Ido not believe there ever was a man or woman incarcerated within the walls of any prison who could prevent the frequent occurrence of those words in their mind, and it matters not to what limit their crimes and disgrace have extended these words are ever before them. It matters not how deep we may have sunk down into the mire of degradation, there is still one great consolation, and that is to know that the power lies within each and every one of us to redeem ourselves. Of course there are many trials, troubles, and difficulties to be encountered, but these must bo met patiently and cheerfully and above all we must practice self-control and self-sacrifice. Here is the troub with >o many whose future ant: ; it, ns<u<- Usuju, they give way to . own evil anations. Therefore they a table to re. tot tempta tion of any kind; they have no command over their own will, consequently they drift along hopelessly with the current, until finally they are landed into the clutches of disgrace. There is only one way for us to succeed and that is to strictly guard our thoughts, words and actions at all times. If we con trol our thoughts and our words, and keep them pure, our actions will invariably fol low in the same channel. We. should never allow our minds to settle for a moment upon anything from which we can derive no good; and if we are unable at all times to keep jour minds from wandering from good to bad, we must admit that to be no excuse for bur words and actions. Every man has it in his power to govern his conversation and his actions, it matters not where a man may be or under what circumstances he is situated, if his words and actions are pure he is honored and respected. If his conver sation is free from abuse, slander and blas phemy even the most degraded will respect him, for they see that he has attained a moral position in life which their own con science tells them it is their duty to strive for. Ybung man, did you ever gain any thing by taking part in a sinful, disgraceful, and impure conversation? The answer will invariably be no. Such conversations are only instigators of crime, and degradation. Then let us avoid them, and guard our words, and not only our words, but our ac tions. It must be evident to each and every one of us that there is a certain time when we should carefully guard our actions, a time which requires’more self-control than any other—and when is that time? Even ing. Boys, in days past and gone, where have you spent your evenings? Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage says, “Young man, tell me how you spent your evenings and I will write you out a chart of your character and fut ure destiny.” And we must all acknowl edge this to be true; we need not go beyond our own circle to tind true examples. How many of us took our first downward step in the light of day? Few, very few. Day of fers but few inducements to the man seek ing dishonesty and disgrace, while uight sends forth Its glittering invitations and of fers the hand of protection to the evil in dined. When does a young man enter the saloon and gambling room for the first time? During the day? Oh no; he fears the honest critic’s eye. Then let us guard against the evil inducements which darkness lays be fore us; let us watch oui footsteps by night and others will watch them by day; let us not enter any door where we weuld be ashamed for our mother or sister to see us enter. Some may say that is binding us too close, but for us to regain an honorable po sition iu life we cannot be too strict with ourselves. Likely previous to our impris onment no one watched us, but we should ever remember that now the eye of every one will be upon us; therefore let us strive to reach a higher station in life. No man was ever created fot the purpose only of breathing oitt the few years allowed to him here on earth without ever perform ing any good deeds. Every man has his work to do, but few of us indeed faithfully perform our duty and honestly accomplish the task set before us. Let us not yield to the evil temptations which beset our path way for the purpose of alluring us from the course of honesty and virtue; don’t let your last words be, “A wasted life.” Oh, what words for a man to utter when the messen ger of death comes to call him from time to eternity! What a life he has lived! A mis ery to himself, a disgrace to his relatives, ittot. and a burden to the community—died with out even fulfilling the duty he owed to him self, to say nothing of the duty he owed to others. Bismarck Prison, N. Dak. Why Gen. Sherman did not Aspire to the Presidency. Why Gen. Sherman did not aspire to the Presidency was set forth with characteristic frankness in a letter which he wrote to Mr. Blaine in May. 1884: “I will not in any event entertain or accept a nomination as a candidate for President by the Chicago Re publican Convention, or any other conven tion, for reasons personal to myself. I claim that the Civil War, in which I sim ply did a man’s fair share of work, so per . .y accomplished peace that military ndQ have an absolute right to rest, and to iemand that the men who have been schooled in t! rts and practice of peace shall now do ,oir wr ’ equally well. Any senator can & op froi: trs chair at the Capi tol into the V''< >.o House and fulfil the of fice of Presided, with more skill and success than a Grant, Sherman, or Sheridan, who were soldiers by education and nature, who filled well their office when the country was in danger, but were not schooled in the practic - bv which civil communities are and should V 'uverned. I claim that our ex perience a 1865 demonstrates the truth of this p positiou. Therefore, 1 say that patrioti- s not demand of me what I construe . .sacrifice of judgment, of in clination, dof self-interest. I remember well the experience of Gens. Jackson, Har rison, Taylor, Grant, Hays, and Garfield, all elected because of their military serv ices, and am warned, not encouraged, by their sad experiences. The civilians of the United States should and must buffet with this thankless office, and leave us old sol diers to enjoy the peace we fought for and think we earned.” The judgment of the general was never sounder than when he declined the nomination, though there is no reason to believe that he wonld not have done quite as well as any of his military predecessors in the presidential chair. —The Christian Register. The Economy of the French. While the description of Eli Perkins of the French stove and its varied uses may be somewhat exaggerated, it none too forcibly illustrates the habits of the French people in their household economy. “The stove is about the size of an ice water tank in a Pullman car. it is loaded with two quarts of coal, the small three inch pipe adjusted to the chimney and the coal lighted. After burning awhile the draught is shut off, and the stove is wheeled around the room. The room is warmed in sections. First it is wheeled up to the old man, who throws out his fingers, then across to the old lady, who embraces it, and then up to the baby. Then It is wheeled back to the chimney, the draught opened, and the fire rekindled. There are usually two chimney holes about the room. After one room has been treated to a fire, the stove is rolled into the hall or into an other room, or taken by the handle and car ried up stairs. The same stove is used iu the bed room to dress by, rolled into the breakfast room like a baby carriage, then into the sitting room. It is multum in parvo. It is a cook stove, fireplace, and furnace. The American who burns ten tons of coal in a range, twelve tons in a furnace, and two tons in grates is amazed when he sees a whole house in Paris warmed with one ton of coal. The twenty tons used by the American would warm the Boulevard des Ltaliens. Such overstrained economy has, however, its disadvantage in loss of health, and occasionally of .life it self.” —Scientific American. A story is told of two young men who had a wager that they would prevail on a clergyman to drink until he became intox icated. He agreed to drink with them, and to their undisguised joy announced that he would drink like a beast. Imagine their surprise when he fulfilled his promise by taking nothing but water, and of that only a moderate quantity. He said a beast not only drinks water but he knows when to stop drinking.—o. T. A. News. What is remote and difficult of success we are apt to overrate; what is really best for us lies always within our reach, though often overlooked.—Longfellow. Rive Gents. C. W. R.