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VOL. VII.— NO. 18. • WHAT HAPPENS TO A NEWSPAPER. The man who wants to tell you how to run the paper, ho Is in the office every other day; ’Twixt the clicking of the scissors, still his smil ing face we see. And he overtakes the measles on the way. He is here. He is there; You will find him everywhere: He can tell you more about it Than you’d And out in a year! The man who wants to tell you how to run the paper; well. You recognize his footsteps on the stair; When he takes the elevator, at the tapping of the bell. You know that he is coming, or is here! For he lands With both hands, And the office understands. He is coming, coming, coming. And it’s under his commands! The man who wants to tell you how to run the paper; yet. However he may come up to the scratch. Will find another climate where the flames are never wet. And strike a ton of coal, and strike a match! And he'll yearn. And he’ll turn. Where the day they don’t discern. And he’ll lire up the boilers. And he’ll broil, and he will burn! —Atlanta Constitution. SE LF LOVE. Some believe it Elevating, and Others degrading to our Moral welfare. A man can love himself without de cending into vanity or self-conceit. When we consider that we alone con trol our destinies and are wholly re sponsible for our own acts, we are be ginning to know the value of self-love. Then we realize self-love to be a devo tion to be assiduously cultivated for our betterment. When one has gained ascendency over self-conceit, he has be come conscious of self-love and stands upon the threshold of a new existence. C. C. 1 would not give much for a person who had not sufficient self-love to form self-respect. “Self preservation; is the first law of nature.” Co-ordinate with this law is self-love, which is sometimes abnormaly developed in an individual, producing what is called an egotist, who merits universal contempt; like wise his numerous offspring, two of which I will mention. The first may be christened, the chronic critic, who is forever discovering new Haws in his neighbor's character while totally ob livious of those in his own. The second is the human bed-bug, i. e. the back biter; he is worse than the seven-year itch, a cancer of malignity from whom there is no escape. S. W. Man is by nature a self-conceited be ing. In his own opinion he is the most perfect and pre-eminent of all things created. While he thus walks over the earth with an affectation of dignity he learns to love himself more than all the world beside. This feeling of self-love is imbedded so deep in his nature that I believe some of the best men find it hard to love their fellowmen as well as they love themselves. The world has been and is now full of such. The great and wonderful success he has made in science, art, and literature causes him to even try to measure his strength with his creator. No man can be a true Christian until he has learned to love his neighbor as himself. Choctaw Harry. * * * Self-love is all right in its place. Many people are overburdened. It comes from thinking of oneself, caus ing people to have a poor opinion of you. Those who are so afflicted are a bore to society; they are generally vain and every thing they do, they wish to let people know it. And in doing a good act to have it known, you over do it seeking praise. Take religion. Grand and noble as it is to be a relig ious man. a man with too much self-love will over-do it trying to have it noticed, consequently it becomes a sham. Same can be applied to the stage struck youth, he overdoes his “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, DECEMBER 7, 1893. part and makes a fool of himself. The best way is to be natural, self forget ful, easy in manner, remember other people, take note of your doings, and finally, think it all hypocrisy for the sake of praise or benefit and it becomes disagreeable to all. Brigham. Self-love is the hidden, selfish, human motive which leads us to long for hap piness and pleasure at the expense of the happiness of others. The human heart is so constituted that, in attempt ing to make others happy, we are made the recipients of that happiness which we long to see others enjoy. Self-love prompts us to strive, and labor, to ac quire some place of eminence, or high position, the possession of which we think will make us happy; and alas, how often are we willing that the em inence or position should come to us through the downfall or ruin of another beingy It matters not so much what we labor, or toil, or suffer to obtain, but for what purpose do we wish to at tain that end. Love of self, and a dis regard for the happiness and well-being of others, is the ruination of thousands who otherwise might live to bless their fellow-men. No human being can labor for the good of others, without receiving a blessing in his own soul commensurate with the effort made by his own labor and self-sacrifice. There is a divine law which equally rewards self love and benevolence. * A. B. M. * * * The love of self is the archimedian lever moving the world. Reduce the great deeds of great men to their ulti mate analysis and selfishness spreads its refulgent light upon our roadway. What spirit actuated the being of Luther, bidding him defy his former mastery Selfishness. What guided Columbus across the unknown water ? What animated each individual that stood with Washington against King George y What is the “spirit within the wheels" of the napoleons of finance, of art. of literature, of science and re ligion y What unites the strong against the weak, the rich against the poor, the good against the bady What unites individuals into society, into towns and states and nations ? What gives to them their motive spring of progress ? What produces our vaunted civiliza tion y What is the one principle, per meating the entire human fabric, that through its actions and re-actions, its combinations and compounds, causes humanity’s tide to ebb and flow with its storms and calms its plenty and poverty, its progress and retrogression ? The answer comes re-echoing from out the chasm of time, self-love." Skepticism The Americanized Encyclopedia Bri tanica says that skepticism “signifies etymologicalty a state of doubt or in decision.” Webster gives the same meaning to the word. A. B. M., says a skeptic is one “who passes entirely around an object and examines it on all sides.” Ilis definition of the word is in conllict with the best known authorities, lie says; “AVe are daily forced to believe a thousand things which we believe to be untrue.” This is a vast number of untruths to be forced down a man’s throat in one day. The mind will not be forced; it must be convinced. If you try to force it into believing that which the reason holds to be untrue, it will rebel. My fellow contributor says: “I have but partially examined the charac ter of Christ.” 1 have studied the life of Christ for years. A partial study would not result in my definition of his character. I am not impartial. I say that Christ was a noble man; but nobil ity of character does not stamp one with divinity. The Maid of Orleans was grandly noble, but her martyrdom does not give her the right to be called divine. “A true skeptic can never be an unbeliever,” says A. B. M. He seems to doubt my sincerity. I despise hypoc ricy too much to assume its garb. “AVe masters grow of all that we des- pise," says the poet Crowly. Again I quote from the encyclopaedia, “Truth, not distrust is the prime altitude of the mind.” Untruth is nauseating to the mind. C. C. As I sit here in my prison cell, alone with my troubled thoughts, my mind running back and grasping at “what might have been,” and then struggling to free itself from this lonesome reality, I have concluded to write a few lines for our prison paper. And as whisky is the cause of my incarceration I wull take that for my subject, hoping these lines may keep some young man from falling a victim to that demon. I have been raised by a step-father, one who always advised me for my good, and as loving a mother as a boy ever had. I have been surrounded by all the advan tages that love and money could pro cure, but I failed to take advantage of them and here I am, a convict suffering a living death. My name is forever dis graced, and I am the cause of a loving mother’s bitter tears, and a loving wife’s broken heart. This is wdiat whisky has done for me. Young men take warning. Touch it not, for many a happy life has been nipped in the bud by this destructive demon. How often do we hear young men say, “Oh, I can drink whisky and know w r hen to quit,” but alas, they are sure to lill a drunkard's grave. Then let us shun it, cut off from associates w r ho try to tempt you to drink it and re member that they are not our friends. Friends will advise us to let it alone; to taste it not. There has been a great deal said on this subject, but in my opinion we can't say enough against it. Oh, young man, stop and think; think of the desolate and poverty stricken homes it has caused. Think of the in nocent blood and bitter, scalding tears it has shed. Think of the happy lives it has ruined. Think of the little rag ged orphans and widowed mothers it has left in its broad path and the broken hearted mothers that have gone down to their graves from the effects of this demon whose power is immeasurable. The question comes to me, “Do I de serve this punishment?” and I answer, yes. Though it is hard to bear, Ido not care for myself, but for my dear old mother and my loving wife who have never failed to love me in my trouble, no matter how guilty I was. I know they must suffer through my disgrace. I believe, how r ever, that, this punish ment will prove a benefit to me, for I had gone so far that I w r ould take an other drink if I knew I would fall the next moment. I feel now that when I go out of here I will be a better man and will ever be found using my utmost endeavors to do away with this curse that has brought destruction to so many of our American homes. “Oh,” says one, “whisky is a good thing in its place.” Yes, I believe it is myself, but its place is in hell. Then let us help the good Christians of our land who are trying to wipe this demon out of ex istence. and may God speed the day when it will be wiped from the face of the earth. R. E. T. Leon Aiuns Did you ever read Sam Jones' ser mons ? There is more clear logic, good common, hard sense and they follow of the teaching of the Bible closer than anything you can find in Spurgeon's or Talmadge's put together. No high sounding words, but good, common, hard sense. Jones at Palestine, Texas, in the course of his sermon criticised the mayor and city officers very severe ly for allowing gambling houses to run in full blast. The next day as the Bev. Sam stepped upon the depot platform on his way to purchase a ticket he was confronted by the mayor who demand ed the retraction of his language. Did he retract? Oh no! He politely told the mayor that he was traveling over the country telling the truth; and asked My Experience with Whisky, Sam Jones. Trn Uo . j SI.OO per year. Id advance i tKMB. -j gj x M on ths 50 Ceuts. him if he was making such haste to give him his hand to be prayed for? The mayor led with his righL-Sam avoided with a clever duck—and sparred cautiously. Then Sam led off with an upper cut that placed the may or hors de combat. Then Sam made a short speech to the crowd and told them he was always ready to fight or pray for the Lord. The next election the mayor did not receive one-fifth the votes that he did at his former election but was defeat ed so badly that it killed him politically forever. The gambling houses were closed and up to the time of my north ern tour, were not opened. In’ Dallas, Texas, Sam requested all men above the age of fifty that had through life kept all their solemn marriage vows to rise to their feet —away back in the audi ence an old bald-headed man rose up— says Sam: “You old bald-headed liar you may sit down.” These instances I have given to show r the vim and drift of his argument. 1 firmly believe that the man has converted more sin ners than any man living. 1 have seen wealthy hard-hearted men whose names had been upon the church rolls for years, and w r hose contributions were always small, go down in their pockets and raise any sum wanted by the Evan gelist. The thousands of dollars he has collected are spent educating chil dren and giving to the needy—those who are in actual want. And to-day this man’s wealth (worldly wealth) is estimated to be but five hundred dol lars. His collections have amounted to thousands. Ilis sermons have been published far and near and are unique, in diction and strong’in common sense. Jf you dislike to be told of your faults, and the faults of the world publicly, stay away from his meetings, but to anyone who gets one of his books I will guarantee he will be well paid by read ing it carefully. Texas No. 2. Our Senses. Have we more than five senses? This may seem an absurd idea but yet I cannot help but feel that there are other than the regulation senses given to some. In some there are unrecog nized senses quite strongly developed. I am not a spiritualist, nor can I deny that there is such a thing as communi cation with the spirits of departed friends. I have known earnest common sense people claim that at certain times their dear departed ones come and commune with them. Is this true? They are reliable on all other points, why are they not to be relied on in this? We do not believe this possible and charge it to imagination. Yet we know nothing about it; why, then, should we not take their word on this as on any other point? I have heard of people who claimed that their souls traveled away into space to know what a friend was * doing. I cannot believe this because my soul does not go off on excursions of inquiry; but, again, I dare not say it is impossible. Ghosts are said to be fabrics of a troubled imagination. Yet we only say so because our own gross senses cannot see or appreciate their visitations. Christians should not doubt the embodiment of spirits, for they embody a God and claim that the resurrected Saviour appeared as an em bodied spirit to His disciples. I can re call one instance in my life where a dream proved a reality. I was about fifteen years of age when I dreamed I was a convict and here I am. I had no thoughts of prison or crime to produce such a dream nor has ray later life tended to criminality: my imprison ment came, as it were, out of nothing. What was the reason or cause of that premonition which came not to a wak ing moment ? So strange does it seem to me that I almost distrust any or all flights of imagination. F. O. A Limit. Charley Hardup: What will you have first ? Ada: Oh, please order for me. I eat everything. Charley Hardup: Not when yeu’re out with me, my dear!—Puck.