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VOL. Vl. No. 48. LIFE’S BATTLE. I hud fought in life’s hardest buttle, Was wounded, weary and pressed. I had stood where the strife was sternest With a heart that longed for rest: And I said as my life goes onward Still darken the clouds of cares. Then I wept for the days departed And I called on my bygone years. Dead years as a spectral legion Came marshalled forth at my call, I knew that I’d read their value To that eye that judges all; When I saw the days that I envied For their gladness.' their pleasure, their mirth, They looked sad as they stood before me And fettered me to the earth. But the days when my spirit struggled Though baffled, beaten, distressed, Were gleaming up toward the heavens The clearest, the purest, the best; So I turned again to the battle And whenever my spirit fears It is nerved when I think of that vision I saw of my bygone years. —Ralph JSexbtt, in The Literary Northweat. Evils of Habit. Many persons violate the laws of na ture for the sake of fashion. For in stance. there is one thing, that nothing ever loved, except a vile worm, that is tobacco, yet how many of us deliberate ly train an unnatural apetite to such a degree that we get to love it so that it is almost impossible to stop the habit. Another feature is, that this artificial apetite like jealousy, grows by what it feeds on; when we love that which is unnatural the apetite is stronger, than for that which is natural; an old tobac co chewer's love for the quid, is strong er than his love for any kind of food, he would give up roast beef rather than the weed, I speak from sad experience, for L have used it for twenty years; in the morning I put the quid in my mouth and never take it out only for meals. Some chewers take the quid in hand while they drink, and pop it into the mouth again. If a tobacco chewer goes to a tine fruit store, is requested to sample some of the delicious fruits, he invariable rolls his quid and says, “thanks, I have tobacco in my mouth.’’ His palate has become so nicotized by the weed that he has lost that delicate taste for fruits. I have smoked until I trembled and shook like a leaf—blood rushed to my head and I had palpita tion of the heart. All this applies with ten-fold force to the use of intoxi cating drinks. To make money, to live honestly, to be happy, a man has got to see that two and two make four, his plans must be laid with reflection and fore-thought, the ins and outs of busi ness of any kind must be examined closely; no man can succeed unless his brain and reason guides him in its exe cution, and if his brain is muddled and judgment warped by intoxicating drinks, it is impossible for him to suc ceed. How many good opportunities have passed while drinking the social f lass with a companion ? How many oolish bargains have been made while under the influence of this nervine, that makes the victim think he owns the earth ? How many have languished be hind prison bars for years directly through the wine cup? More tears have been shed over this curse than any other cause on earth. Verily, wine is a mocker. The use of intoxicating drinks is as infatuating as the smoking of opium by the Chinese, and more de structive; it is an unmitigated evil ut terly indefensible in the light of philo sophy, religion or common sense, it is the parent of every evil in our land, yet habit binds us to it as fatally as Hector to the chariot of Achilles. The Rich and The Poor. I will say that only those that have been poor themselves can sympathize with them and seem to know how they feel and what they want. You may say, I thank the Lord I never was what I call poor, nor do 1 ever expect to be rich, and you have always had a good situation and received a little more every year than you have spent. The situations I have had in times past have given me opportunity to become acquainted with many who have been in difficulties, who have been up and then been brought down, of many who have been straitened for means even to procure the necessaries of life, men of tine feelings and of good parts who would make free to converse with me when they might not feel like doing so with the highest powers. People may say what they please about a man being able to take care of himself, and that if it was their case they would do so and so—if they could not clo one thing they would do' another. It is easy to talk, and easy to advise, much easier than to be at the trouble and expense of a little aid. But I have seen many a man as good as the best, his sensibilities as acute, his sentiments as refined, his bearing in every way as gentlemanly, with wife and children whom he was as tender of and as anxious to shield from the roughnesses of life as the wealthiest can possibly be. I have known that, for the want of a little of those means which are accumulating in the hands of some men who profess to follow the example of him who. for our sakes be came poor and who went about doing good, such a man has gone on strug gling through a whole life-time; yet if he had the aid he needed at the right time, his life might have been passed in usefulness and peace, with some sunshine upon it, instead of despond ency, privation, a broken spirit and a premature grave. lam no leveler. I believe most truly that all men were not born equal, and that it would not be best that all should be on an equali ty as to circumstances, and that the rich should not be grudged their wealth if justly earned; but I do believe that he who subscribes his name as a follow er of Christ, who goes to the table of the Lord and there swears before heav en that he will follow in the footsteps of his Master, who hopes for salvation through his atoning blood, yet at the same tiriie has fiis thousands accumu lating, year by year, beyond what he can fairly use, is not what he should be, nor what he thinks he is. He may largely subscribe to benevolent societies ana his name may be lauded as a model of charity; but until he unlocks those treasures he has piled up beyond his necessities, quietly stretches * out his hand to those who are struggling under difficulties, and does what in him lies to bind up broken hearts, and shed light on the paths of the desponding, and make his wealth a fountain of blessing, he shows a miser’s heart, and must ex pect the miser’s curse. The rust of his gold and silver shall be a witness against him and shall eat his soul as it were lire. Liberty. The Fourth of July has arrived. One hundred and seventeen years ago the the grandest document, since Magna Charta its ancestor, “The Declaration of Independence" was solemnly declared by the supreme council of a nation which then was born. With pride we look back upon the intervening years during which the “ Star Spangled Banner ” has continually floated on the breeze over a government for the people by the people and absolutely free of sect or schism. In those years we have seen an awakening of mechanical genius and intellect so that now no man’s toil goes unrequited, but 65,000,000 of popu lation is better clothed, fed and taught than any like number elsewhere. We see the railroad, with its capacity to carry at one hundred miles an hour, carrying the products of labor all over the country. The electric wire, freight ed with thought and word and music, links city and town and hamlet into one great whole. Our history shows us that, the poor and lowly born have easy access to the highest positions of wealth and social and political eminence, if they strive diligently to achieve them: that there were men of courage to stand up and speak, regardless of opposition, Brigham. ‘‘ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, JULY 6, 1893. Declaration Day. for freedom of speech and of person to all men regardless of complexion or condition: that there were hundreds of thousands of gallant men to leave home and family to light, perchance to die for an united nation: that there were germs of greatness lying asleep within us, only awaiting the call of duty and necessity to fructify. For all these things we should be thankful to-day and for one more; the wounds of the past are healed; and blue and gray are fast learning to stand shoulder to shoulder for the commonwealth and common good. Si nol. Changes Time is a great river of changes flow ing to the mighty sea of eternity. The law of change is impressed upon every form of nature. It is illustrated in many ways. The secret powers of nat ure are ever at work, and during every instant are producing new combinations and new appearances. A great scene of worldly toil and turmoil is ever pass ing in review before us. Every human hand is stretched out to procure some thing that is wanted, and everyone per forms the work he seems fitted for. Let us take a backward glance down the aisles of time and think of the dif ference existing between the American continent four centuries ago, and the same land to-day. What was then a vast wilderness, serving as a splendid hunting ground for Indians, is to-day a vast workshop. Xote the many changes man has made in the course of the last century. The old-fashioned and weari some modes of travel have been ex changed for the perfections of modern improvements. Great and numerous lines of railroads join together all parts of the world. There are great ocean steamships, the wonderful telegraph and all the various electrical appliances. Xor does time with its sweeping changes forget to tnake alterations in the fashion of dress. How queer it would look to see our president of to day dressed in the style of George Washington’s time. As we survey the confused impressions of the past, we are apt to be reminded how far we have risen on the scale of the century’s pro gress. What bubbles we are on the tide of passing ages, and how soon the frail records which we strew on the waves of time will be swallowed up forever. A. A. W. , Suicide. There seems to prevail at present a mania of self-destruction. For the most trivial causes rash men commit self murder. This mania has assumed an appalling degree of danger and threat ens to become epidemic. It has spread through every clime and has affected alike men of all degree of caste and distinction. Some attribute this re markable increase of suicides to in temperance, others to impulsive in sanity, while a few lay the cause to the growing development of atheism. In temperance has without a doubt caused a great many suicides; mental aberra tion has also caused many to destroy themselves when their brain was afire with madness; but the prime cause, in my estimation, is the development of atheism. A lunatic having no power of reason, would know of no God, nor realize that there was a hereafter; but the mind of a drunkard, although dis eased by rum, would still retain the power of reason. A lunatic is not re sponsible for his acts, but a drunkard would know that by destroying the life his Maker gave him, he would be held accountable for the deed by the Giver. Therefore it seems that a believer in eternal life would not jeopardize his soul by sinning against his God; he would stand in awe of the frightful con sequences that self-destruction would bring upon him. Does not the Bible say that the more we suffer on earth, the greater the reward hereafter ? * It siands to reason that a Christian would Tcdmo. ' SI.OO per year, in advance, I ERMS. , six Months 50 Cents. not recklessly cast the burden of life aside when the road became rough or the bearer weary. But why should one wish to deprive himself of the pleasures of existing? Xo matter under what circumstances life is spent, there is some enjoyment to bless existence, some sunshine to cheer and illuminate the way. C. C. * It refers to the faithful and regenerate, not to the unregenerate sinner. Ei>. A New Leaf. Editor Prison Mirror will you ac cept a suggestion from one of your constituents. At the hazard of a refusal I shall make it, nolens volens, and if I am turned down, why score one for McNulty. (live us less of penology, and crimes and criminals in your paper ; and more of the practical and pertinent issues of the day. AVe are face to face with pe nology in all its phases, and have bumped up against the prison door with more than a “dull thud,’’and it would be a blessed relief to find your paper tilled with interesting comments on the happenings of the gay, moving world without. AVhat do the most of us care for the cant and bombast of those theor ists and reformers who go to make up the bulk of the penologists? (always excepting those true hearts among them whom we know by intuition) As our worthy Chaplain Albert so pertinently remarked in his sermon this week, they are like the Pharisee who “thanked God he was not like other men," they have never felt the need of a helping Christ; but let one of them exchange places with one of the felons, would he still “thank God v with complacency, or would he cry “Come” in agony ? And yet his spiritual need, at present writ ing, according to the highest authority is as great as ours. I think I speak for all when I say we are surfeited, nause ated with this subject. Let us discuss the burning questions of the hour. Perhaps a practical, original idea may evolve from one of our whirling brains that would be of benefit to humanity. “Quien sabe,” as the Spainard says— who knows; the age of miracles is not passed. I suggest one for a starter that has often occured to me. The other day, in the Mediterranean, one of the flagships of the English navy, a mon ster battleship, with over eighteen inch es of steel protecting her sides, and with water-tight compartments, and teeming with every other offensive and defensive device known to modern science, was run into by another kindred vessel going at a moderate speed, struck a glancing blow', and within eight mi nutes lay at the bottom in eighty fath oms of water, with over half her crew of 712 men and officers within her. This vessel, fully equipped, armed and manned, in fact, just as she sank, repre sented over five millions of dollars. Now how much better to have built five vessels, costing one million each and built them as rams. I contend, and here is the idea, that a vessel lying low in the water, with a powerful ram, is almost impervious to modern arma ment and gunnery. At least she will present a minimum surface to the shells and dynamite hurled at her, because she is always headed directly for her prey; and when once in contact what is the result ? Behold it in 80 fathoms off Syria. Raymond. Was Lamartine a prophet when he said: “Before this century shall run out-journalism will be the whole press. Mankind will write their book day by day, hour by hour, page by page. Thought will spread abroad with the rapidity of light. Instantly conceived, instantly written , instantly understood at the extremities of the earth. It will spread from pole to pole, sudenly burn ing w T ith the fervor of soul which made it burst forth; it will be the reign of the human mind in all its plenitude; it will not have time to ripen, to accumulate in the form of a book; the book will arrive too late; the only book possible from day to day is the newspaper.”