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Vol. VI.—No. 46. For The Mirror. A GIFT OF FLOWERS. The world without these prison walls Both joy and beauty yields. And Aowers waste their sweet perfume Upon a thousand Aelds. But who will send one little rose To grace a convict’s cell; Or waste a single thought on them in solitude that dwell. When freedom perched upon my brow A thousand friends were mine; Then, is it any wonder now I murmer and repine? Tis not the galling chains I wear. That starts the scalding tear; Tis only that I cannot see The friends I love so dear. 1 could not see the laughing eyes, The form I could not see; Nor did I know two gentle hands Were culling Aowers for me. 1 could not see the roses bright, Beneath the cottage eaves; Nor could 1 see the warm, red lips, That kissed their sunny leaves. A pure white silken band she wore * About her snowy throat; She tied it round their verdant stems. Then on a card she wrote; •• I send this box of roses sweet To cheer the lonely hours Of one dear friend who made my life As sunny as the Aowers.” When 1 received the fragrant gift. And saw their tints—oh then 1 thought the angels had come down. To dwell with mortal men. Oye! of philanthropic mind, Who live in Aoral bowers, Would you reform the hardest heart. Bend on your gift of Aowers. Because you see us occupy A convict’s cell to-day. Do not conclude our hearts are Aint, Our bodies useless clay. - You’ll sometimes Ami-a precious gem Within the clod hard pressed; You’ll sometimes And an honest heart Within a convict’s breast. Sisyphean Labors. • Sisyphus was condemned to roll up a steep hill a, huge boulder, which, on reaching the summit, rolled down again, and thus made his task an endless one.— Ancient Mythology. In the untiring efforts being made by the judicial and official departments of justice to prevent crime and simplify its detection, it is a lamentable fact that, in many respects, it is a miserable failure. As system after system has been applied with the hope of stopping the increase of crime and of making its detection more certain, so also has the criminal applied new thought and energy to defeat the ends of justice and escape the well planned systems adopted for his conviction. We may review briefly a few of the many systems that are in vogue in the official departments of justice, the same being indorsed by many penologists of prominence, who think by adopting a system that will record the minutest detail of the hu man form, a lightning process of pho tography, or an electric signal system, they will circumvent the criminal and assure his speedy detection. One un familiar with both sides of the question would naturally think the criminal pretty sure of getting caught, and, as a result, be discouraged from further pursuing such a risky and unprofitable vocation, and thereby crime would de crease. But it is sad to relate that, with all these great police systems with their experienced directors and counsel ors, they have failed, owing to the low estimate they have placed on the intel legence and energy of the criminal. In New York city, the official center of our most vigilant police and detective systems, what are the results obtained in the suppression of crime? This large city, with the most experienced and shrewdest men of the times to di rect and superintend the workings of this system to decrease crime, has failed most lamentably in its undertaking. As a result, New York city is the finish ing school from which the most expert safe workers, forgers, and the elite of the criminal profession are graduated. There is no city in the world— possibly with the exception of London and Paris—that can compare in its STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, JUNE 22, 1893. criminal records with New York, and of the undetected and unknown crimes committed, who can give a fair esti mate of the number 't Next in im portance let us take the World’s Fair city, as an example of what the present police systems are doing to decrease crime. This fair city, like unto another Athens of old, seeking to surpass all competitors in civilization by the ac quisition of arts, knowledge and scien ces, has more than her share of official protectors of society and law. Yet this large force, comprising the police of the city, the detective force of the same, with innumerable other agencies for the prevention and detection of crime, fails to effect its object or lessen the list of crimes committed. Even this large force of guardians fails to allay the apprehensions of the thoughtful citizen, who, after the fall of darkness settles over the city’s streets, wisely chooses the middle of the street, in preference to getting too near the reach of—perhaps a wooden Indian, that stands as a tobacconist's sign. Experi ence may have taught him that all is not wood that stands with club uplifted, and he may have read of the garroter and thug who ply their brisk trade on the streets and alleys of this well-guarded city, and he wisely profits by the knowl edge. But if he should be misled by the flattering eulogies of a partisan press on the perfections of the great po lice system of the city in which he lives; if such a one would learn the truth — without experiencing the sometimes severe lesson of feeling it —let him go with some one who can show him the seething caldron of crime in all its hid eous details. Let him enter the breed ing dens of vice and depravity, that ap pear peaceful and innocent to the searching eye of law and society, and I warrant he will say with me, that this prevention of crime by numerous and intricate police and detective sys tems is so much labor and brain waste for nothing. These systems tend to give an outward appearance of security and power, but the real effects are only to be seen below the surface. They may prevent crime from stalking abroad under the clear light of the sun, but we may be sure that at least eight hours out of the twenty-four, King Crime reigns supreme, and his subjects continue to increase, and teach the coming generation of criminals by their experience and knowledge new methods by which they may reach a higher al titude in shrewdness and intelligence, and defeat the many so-called systems of justice. • Petora. Cremona. Labor organizations, as a rule, spring from the relations existing between em ployer and employee. A mere glance at these relations, before and during the civil war, reveals changes of im mense importance, and affords a sub ject for much study. About twenty five years ago, employer and employee worked side by side with equal energy and without fear or danger of any rup ture of either's confidence in the other. His interests were their’s, and their’s, his. There were no evident feelings of jeal ous superiority, coupled with extortion and greed. Since then, machinery has taken the place of hand labor, and in vention has furnished ease of execution to skillful labor, to such an extent that now, there exist so many differences and prejudices between them, that we are forced to ask ourselves, “ Have we been benefited as a nation ?” The many im provements in machinery lightened la bor in its severity, and made it nearly as easy for novices to perform an amount of labor equal to that effected by skill and long experience, until the common laborer on the street began to think his place was just as much in the shop as the mechanic’s. In order to protect him self from this robbery of his source of daily bread, the workman began to or ganize against the impositions of the “tramps.’’ Competition ripened into a desire for increased wages and less “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND." Labor Organization. hours of labor. A new-born fear on the part of the employer awakened him to mistrust .and mutiny, and the prof fered shield of corporations and syndi cates, was welcomed with a warm recog nition. Serious differences arose, wide spread animosity and jealous vigilance were the signals for entrance in the coming race for money. Even blood shed has darkened the door of honest toil in several instances, notably, the Homestead strikes. This has a tenden cy to discourage investment, and con tinued disparagement must eventually result in paralysis. In Australia, orga nized labor has struggled with organized capital for the past five years, until the conflict has deadened opportunities for favorable investment, and industry is arrested both by the selflsh desire of labor unions for recognition, and the equal determination of capital to refuse these considerations. Out of compara tive quietude, chaos has sprung, with many perplexing arguments intended to benefit each combatant, and to-day the labor question is extensively agi tated on all sides. The outcome can only be revealed by the future. It is almost too late for restoration of peace by innoculating the standard of justice into each party, and it seems that the struggle must * continue until one con quers, apd until the path of labor enter prise is made smooth by the removal of many obstacles. Vic. Day Dreams If there is one folly nearer a crime than another it seems to be that of day dreaming. There are two branches of this foolishness: building castles in the air of what may be, and digging out the corpses of the past and erecting what might have beens w r ith them, cementing them together as Donnelly’s Caesar’s Column was, a monument of horror. If we could read the future aright the majority of us might cry for death at once; and those whose lines were laid in pleasant places would come nigh mar ring them by some vain effort to make them a little better than ordained. What does it protit them to build these airy nothings—baseless fabrics of vain de sire ! It merely disquiets; it removes the mind from the present and exposes us to a liability of a lapse of discipline. Vain imaginings disquiet the mind; for we are apt to become so absorbed in the fairy vision that w r e yearn for the air picture as if it were a tangible reality, the withholding of which from our grasp becomes an absolute injustice. It un balances, and most of us are sufficiently so already, or we should not have been brought here. These are not the days of fairy god-mothers who convert pump kins into coaches, and rats into pranc ing steeds. The only fairy god-mother known ihese times is intellect, and her wand is labor. To resurrect the past is an equal folly. It is absolutely gone, like the Hash of lightning hurled from the clouds; like the smoke-wreath curled upwards from your pipe; like the meteor that has mo mentarily tinged the face of heaven with its evanescent gleam. Among the ancients those who robbed the graves were known as ghouls, and were spurned, despised and cast out from their fellows. The mental ghoul should have like treatment. It might have been is vastly more purposeless than it may be, because there is nothing absolutely impossible in the future; but to turn the sun backward is the vain fancy of him who builds his castles on the moldering dust of yesterday. Call to mind the manna provided for the Is raelites in the wilderness; to-day's was good, wholesome and nourishing; but yesterday’s was putrid and loathsome. Was there not a dual lesson in this rapid decay; first as a rebuke to the want of faith in Jehovah’s promise that it should be daily supplied; secondly, that as of the past, it was worthless. The Jews.had come up out of the bitter past, were living in the present and looking towards the land of promise. So must we if we want present peace and Tcoue. i W-00 P er year, in advance, i tKMS. | si x Months 50 Cents. future happiness. We are in the wil derness, being disciplined in the present to bring our minds back to equipoise and prepare them to handle the future with promptitude and dispatch as it comes by. Let us rest quietly in this pres ent, and absorb our minds in it and its duties. Be content with it, because it is where God’s will has placed us, and to be dissatisfied is only to induce mental and moral fever. Robert Bruce, king of Scotland, did not waste his time in prison—not a light and airy one as ours is, but a deep, dark and dismal dungeon, where it was just pos sible to notice the efforts of a spider, lie abode in peace, keeeping mind and body ready to grasp such opportunity as the future might offer; and when it, came along he laid fast hold of it and regained his crown. Had he been build ing bright castles in the air, or digging up the dry bones of the past, his preoc cupation would perhaps have lost him the sight of that winged opportunity fleeting by. Freedom is of course de sirable. But let us go to nature for il lustrations of the benefits to be derived from temporary loss of freedom. The caterpillar voluntarily imprisons him self that he may meditate upon the roses, cabbages and other greenery he has so ruthlessly appropriated to his own uses, and in his cell to change his nature and be ready to grasp the oppor tunity of the first warm summer day to come forth a bright and beautiful but terfly. Again, behold the seed; it is imprisoned in the ground, bound by chains of ice, to return to the world with spring-time, a tiny, green speck, growing and spreading, according to its kind, into a handsome tree, or an humble and modest flower or leaflet. We each have a lot when, “is the win ter of our discontent made glorious summer.” Be it mighty oak, modest flower or humble blade of grass, we know not; this is our transition state; let us make the best of it. R. F. Is Money Our Best Friend, There is an old adage which says; Money is our best friend,” but what does experience say? Xo doubt, when used in the proper way, money becomes a mighty good servant; so, also, does fire; but if we allow fire, as men too often allow money, to become our master, then, instead of finding in it a good servant, it proves a cruel tyrant, in whose hand is ruin, destruction and death. That great and wise king, Sol omon, once said that the destruction of the poor was their poverty. Well, per haps so—but I think he might have added that the destruction of the rich was their gold. Does wealth tend to make those who possess it better men ? I think not. True, it frequently covers a multitude of shameful and disgrace ful doings among the so-called better class, which those in the humble walks of life ignore; still, in spite of their golden cloak, enough of it comes to light to convince any reasonable person that many of them stand in need of a better friend. The rich man of the Bible so loved this so-called friend that he willingly risked his immortal soul rather than part with it. Was wealth a friend in his case or was it his worst enemy ? It is difficult, no doubt, for the poor man to discern a blessing in his poverty, but were his circumstances changed, and he suddenly possessed of limitless wealth, the transition would only shorten his days and embitter them —far worse than poverty could have done. Wealth cannot make men happy; it stands between them and true friendship, one with another; it stands between them and that rest of body and mind which nature would have us all enjoy to its fullest extent, and it stands between them and their God, and the hope of Heaven. A man who has noth ing in life that he holds nearer and dearer than his gold is a man more to be pitied than envied. Dextep. Xo news is good news when a rival paper has it.— Puck.