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Yol. VI.-No. 29 The Mirror MY SWEET HEART IK) yon see that little lady. Crown’d with the golden hair. That rare, rare bloom In youth’s perfume? My heart is tangled there. She is a radiant creature. And lights my gnisome shade A mist does start From mv faint heart— I love that blue-eyed maid. I build for the hopeful future. And lift my heavy load: Through depths of night shines her clear light, A beacon on my road. To the summit of Parnassus That musing-structure, grand. An armor'd knight For her to tight. And reaeh there, hand in hand IK) you see those tender graces. That her fair sex combine, That center’ll flow With virgin’s glow. From that sweet-heart of mine? A soothing balm is her warm heart And melts my grief away; On zephyrs hung. Is her soft tongue. In pieans sweet alway. Encircled in my arms sits she. As lips to lips do meet; Her round pink face In my embrace— With sweet—ah sweet—and sweet! There! now why blush, aud at your face The screening fan unfurl? 1 thus, with right Act to your sight— With my wee baby-girl. Immoral Literature. It has been said that the morality of a nation depends upon the class of liter ature most read by the individuals. If literature constitutes the ruling element in framing the morals of a nation, it must also hold the same sway over the morality of an individual. Good thoughts, we know, are the forerunners of good deeds; and as literature furnish es the principle'nutriment for thought, wholesome literature must lay the foun dation of good morals and immoral lit ature sow seeds of vice. Immoral literature may be decided into two classes, the juvenile “blood and thunder’’ novels, and the thrashy love tales. It is the “blood and thun der’’ compounds that cause the greatest evil for the young mind that has begun to crave for something appetizing, to offset the drudgery of the school lessons, will eagerly grasp anything that is in teresting and devour it for the sake of variety. A new field of thought is thus opened to the youthful imagination and the precocious eagerness of youth prompts the undeveloped mind to ex plore its luring fantastics. From habit the youthful reader forms a passion that generates into the worship of the heroes he reads of. It is but a step from adulation to emulation. Like all other vices, the passion that feeds on “blood and thunder " has its caterers. Tempt ingly displayed in the windows of the stationery shops, or conspicuously ar rayed on the counters on the inside, are to be found every variety of this de basing species of literature. The school boys, passing on their way to school, are attracted by the graphical illustra tions in the show-windows, or. if he en ters to purchase a pen, pencil, or some other little necessity, the caterer has the bait fixed for him in a place he must pass in order to make his purchase. The glowing pictures on the covers of the novels attract the young customer’s attention; and if he has the necessary five or ten cents, he seldom leaves with out taking the most blood curdling specimen he can find with him. Thus it is one of the most debasing vices of the times catered to. The evil influence that these degener ating novels exercise over the develop ing mind of the youthful reader, roots out the good precepts that the influence of home is begining to form, and trans plants seeds that will yield in manhood a bountiful harvest of weeds. It is from these novels that the youth receives his first knowledge of crime. From them he learns the plans and details of the methods by which the criminal persues his calling. Crimes of all degree are re- vealed to him. and the young imagina tion is inflamed w ith the most appalling tales of blood and carnage. The way is pointed out to the young devotee and made easy by the examples of his heroes, lie endeavors to emulate them; in the beginning he is timid and only aims at small trifles, but with success he grows bolder and finally participates in a crime of some consequence. He is apprehend ed and sent to a reformatory; the rigid discipline of the institution may have a salutary effect on him; but the w r eeds have taken root, and the reformatory graduate degenerates into an inmate of penitentiary. Some attribute the evil deeds of children to the loose guidance of their parents, others to the teachings of the older companions of the child. The old adage of “ spare the rod, spoil the child:” but I believe that the scarci ty of parental love and the lack of home attractions spoil more children than the lack of floggings. Make the home at tractive, and the child will not go abroad to seek solicitude in evil companions. Fill the fireside with love, and the chil dren will not go to the saloons to culti vate vice. Place within reach of the student w holesome literature of an ap petizing nature and “dime novels’’ will loose their attractions. There is noth ing that elevates the morals of a youth so much as elevating intellectual food. There are many good juvenile periodic als that are within the means of the needy, and it is to be regretted that more of this class of literature is not read by the young. Place it'within their reach, and “blood and thunder” will be for gotten. There should be a crusade against the “dime novel;” it should be swept by the broom of reform into the pit of oblivion. The publication of such trash should be suppressed. If all the “dime novels” in the country were burned and the publication of others prohibited, the re formatories would want for subjects to reform, and prisons would not be over crowded. Strike out the cause, and there will be no effect. (’. C. Sm ►!! N I’OKI Editor of Phison Minuon:—lf you have a little space in your next edition, that you feel disposed to fill up with a brief sketch of the working of the Home of Industry of Detroit, kindly insert the following: , Lt is called the Home of Industry for Discharged Prisoners, at its head is the founder, Mrs. Agnes L. d’Arcambal, who. for the past tw r enty-seven years, has devoted her entire time and means for the benefit of discharged prisoners. A man is accepted in the Home after having served a term of one year or over. In it is a chair caning shop, by w hich work we are enabled to make a little money and a-re also given sufficient time to secure outside employment, which a great many have done, and are to-day holding first class situations. At the present time there are fifteen men in the home, nine of which w r ork in the cane shop, the balance having different occupations, and the entire house hold work being done by the men. ■‘Mothers Room’’ is occupied by the founder; and is made bright and cheer ful by its occupant, who is ever ready to converse and say a kind w r ord to the un fortunate. The reception room is a large and very comfortable room, wfith a piano and library in it where w r e assemble at night to read or indulge in some parlor game. We also have religious services. Now, Mr. Editor, I only asked for a lit tle space. I could keep on and probably half-till your nice little Prison Mirror, but in conclusion, let me say that Mrs. L. d'Arcambal has founded a Home for discharged prisoners in the state of Michigan, and one that any city or state in the w r hole Union should be proud of. An Inmate. A Semitic Lullaby. Mrs. Eoanstein: “ Buy-low, my baby.” — Puck. Jupiter’s shadow extends 50,000,000 miles into space.— Ex, “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, FEBRUARY 23, 1893. Glad. To Hear It 'V -- 4 ' ,v W Will The Lesson Be LostP The lesson to be learned by our rest less elements from the result of the great Homestead strike of last Sum mer may not safely be ignored. There was no oppression, as the facts show, of the workingmen, such as would jus tify an appeal to desperate remedies and the risking of the maintenance and welfare of women and children. The workingmen of Homestead were ex ceptionally well situated, even in this land of good wages and abundance. They either owned their own homes or had every facility extended them for acquiring them, and w r ere paid good wages, such as enabled them to main tain their families decently and com fortably, and even to supply them with all the really desirable luxuries of life. But they chose to strike, upon an en tirely insufficient pretext. Having taken that step they became as madmen. They denied the owners of the mills access to tfieir own property. They forcibly pre vented others from earning the wages they had themselves rejected. They resisted by force of arms, bloodshed and loss of life the attempts of the Carnegie Company to even protect and guard its ow r n property. As a crowning outrage some of them resorted to poisoning to put out of the way those whose only offense was an honest effort to earn aii honest living by honest labor. What have they gained V For weeks pathetic appeals have inspired the charitably disposed people of the whole country to send money and supplies to relieve the distress of the innocent wives and children of these foolish men. In one >Far they dragged those dependent up on them from comfort and plenty to the verge of starvation and want and made them objects of charity. Within the past few days ex-Burgess McLuckie, himself the prime mover in the strike, has been forced to publicly beg for fi nancial aid. lie says: “I am out of jail, after having served thirty-three days, and have been sick since. Out of work, out of money, a family to sup port and on trial for my life.” Surely liis punishment ought to teach him something. Will the lesson be lost up on his fellows, who, finding that the public will always sustain them when they are right, presume upon its pa tience and assume that it will uphold them when they are wrong ? Netr York A (1 pert tier. A Jayson villa I specs I lias had 'bout's many ups an' downs, in my brief turmoil of existence, as de nex' man. 1 doan min' fellin' you de cause of my downward career. It wus soon arter de elope of de wah, dat I form'd de quaintance of Bill Googins down in Yarginny. • Poor Hill am dead now. If you disrecomember rightly— I write he epitaph las' week. lie was struck by an icicle an' knocked sensible, but he soon come to hisself agin an' died. Well, Bill an' me mo' den raided de hen roosts in Westmor'lan’ County. Dere wus not a hen or chicken in de whole baliwick, but knew us, soon's we struck de nex' neighbor's do'r yard. An’ it wus finally de hens demselves dat convicted us—de purtiest piece of circumstantial evidence I ebber seed. It happen’d dis way: Bill an" me had been out putty late one night, an’ got a’rested afore we could git back agin; an’ when de consta ble sarched us, he foun’ in our posses sion, among odder things, eight chickens of different breeds, an" from as many different neighbors. Of course dese chiek'ns wus produced in court, as doc umentary testimony. Den de owners of de chiek’ns puts in dey claims, an' proves dem by identification. De Judge, an’ de jury, an’ de lawyers, an’ de claim ants, an’ Bill an’ me. an’ de eight chick ns visited de premises of each of de claimants to match de similarity an’ identity of de fowls. Well, dog-gone our skins, doan you know -dem yere hens wus so dead onto Bill an’ me, dat Tcdmq ) SI.OO per year, in advance. I ERMB. , Months 50 Cents. jes' quick’s we got in sight ob a hen house, ebbery dog-gone hen would come runnin’ toward us, air jes’ lay right down on dey backs, an" trow dey legs up in de air, an' kin’ a scrape dey" throats like dey bein’ lugg’d off. Dat, ob course, settled it wid Bill an’ me: de lawyers all rested dey case right dar an' den. Long to' dis time howsomebber. I was a badly scarr’d boy. an' yo’ can jes' bet yo' las’ poun’ ob liver, I wus dat penitent, I turn’d de color ob a yaller dog. I)e sol emnity ob de proceeding—de awful big ness ob de judge who could sit in dat big court house an' say: ‘Let dis man go to state prison to’ he natural life.” or, “let dis man hang by the neck till he dead,” so forth; an' hab he orders obeyed— made a mos' pow'ful impression on my min'. Dat wus de time when a judge ought to know he AB <' of human na ture- dat wus de time when dose advo cates ob reformation should git in dey work, an’ dat wut> de pivet on which turns de weal or woe ob future morality. 1 mo' dan beg'd dat judge to let me off I madede mos’ solemt promises; but de judge he say: “Justice hab been out raged; de human-cemented bulwarks dat hab been fro'n aroun' a peace-lovin’ an' civilized community hab been as sail'd, equity am lacerated:de hen-coops obs'ciety hab been ravag'd an' pillag'd ob dey chick'ns; de voice ob justice cry unto me for vindication, an' I mus’ do my solemn duty: It am de sentence ob de law, an' dis court dat you. Old Jay son, be taken hence to de state prison, at hard labor fo’ a term ob six year.” Bill, he got de same. All de good reso lutions I had resolved upon, transform’d dey selves to one morose, vindictive an’ quassia- venom'd debbil. an' let itself loose in me. bigger dan a woodchuck. Old time, he keep movin' right along; de six year dey roll'd by. an' Bill an' me once more went forth to liberty. 1 heed in' justice had been paid in full: de lac eration of equity was healed up: an'de judge who sentenced us had been dead nigh two year. We visited togedder de old court house: togedder we stroll'd to de mossy grabe-yard dere we belief de judge's grabe; we read he name on de head-stone. Bill, he look at me, an’ I look at Bill; demos' profoun' wonder ment coher'd Bill's face; he take a risk in' line from he pocket, he measure dat grabe six feet, an* he measure dat grabe two feet, an' de wonder deepen'd on he face; he look at de big court house, he look back on de magnitude ob de pro ceeding six years befo' - lie look at me, like he wus liggerin' in he head he say: Six feet by two: den solemn-like, he look at de grabe. an' he frow he ban’s 'bove he head, an' say: “ Six feet by two; dog-gone my skin, but how dat judge am shrunk." Old Jayson. What Arbitration Has Done “More widely useful than ever be fore.'' sums up the honorable record for 1892 of the Massachusetts state board of arbitration. It has saved by judi cious interposition and wise counsels millions of dollars to employers and em ployed alike. The story of its success, indeed, long since passed the limits of the commonwealth, has spread far and wide, and its influence for good, not only in other states of the Union but in countries beyond the seas, can scarcely be overestimated. —Boston Globe. Several of our contemporaries are sorely troubled in their efforts to dis cover a suitable name for the people of the United States who are usually known as “Colored’’ people. One ety mologist objects to the above word be cause the Chinese and Indians are in cluded in it. Another condemns Afro- American on the ground that it would include a white American born of white parents in Africa. Others are waging an active warfare over a big or little N in the word Negro. And now Gomes the latest philosopher and proposes “ N egroid ” as a substitute for the whole. We hope the matter will be settled sat isfactorily after awhile, as we would like to know our proper name, if possi ble. Afro-American is good enough for us for the present however.— The Ap~ peal.