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Vol. VII.—No. 19. "Written for Thk Prison Mirror. AN ODE TO SNOW. [Bv Shorn Port.] Virgin-pure, yet, naughty snow— “ Laying ” on tlie ground! With your pale-clieek, so unblushing, With iio passion-pulses flushing; Where no liquid tire is rushing. With that amorous, thrilling glow. Calmly white and beautifully “laying” on the ground! “Laying” while the sun is “setting.” Long, long years beyond discerning. At your own set-time returning. At the sunbeam’s oblique yearning— Compassed by a three-months span. in your bosom, men of learning. Erudition—ages’ earning. View’d and review’d secrets burning— Hatching-out some deep-laid plau! “Inlying” while the sun is “setting.” In this age awakes a feeling. In humanity, for revealing, Buried truths you’ve been concealing From that gifted animal—man. Tell me. Snow, ’tis no vague dreaming. But is specious and fair-seeming. That your object here—is scheming, Scheming since the world began! “Laying” while the sun is "setting.” In your cold womb germs are breeding. Freshets and young blizzards feeding. From whose grasp there’s no receding When, in time they float aud flow; Those spring-freshets, as if knowing. Devastate, in overflowing; And blizzards, fast to cyclones growing, But prophesy a heartless foe! “Laying” while the sun is “setting.” Of virgin-purity—emblematic? Oil, you naughty. Naughty Snow! THY WILL, BE DONE A Champion of God’s Worst Enemy and the Devil’s Best Friend. Many years ago in the State of Texas, there were gathered together a number of men from all parts of the country. After conversing for a while on various topics, after the conversation had been continued sometime, and began to lag, one of the party spoke up. saying, “boys Jet us all tell our right names.'’ Like the fellow in the above instance, I would ask the "boys” of this institu tion, who feel inclined to reveal the causes of their downfall, to come out like men and tell the truth. Tt is our nature to cast the blame of our downfall upon somebody or some thing. Adam, when brought to account for wrong-doing, case the blame upon Eve. who in turn cast it upon the ser pent; since which time all men have endeavored to make themselves appear guiltless by casting the blame elsewhere. In the days of Adam, it seems, that no one particular thing or object was the victim of all this blame and censure, possibly, because there was no such thing as whisky those days; had there been, however, I have no doubt that Adam, like his sons of the present generation would have said, "whisky done it." People of the present day criticise Adam's alleged cowardice and unman liness for thus striving to cast his sin and wrong-doing upon the woman, and others criticise the woman for blaming the serpent, thus the man, the woman and even the serpent of the past have their champions, but whisky the ap parent serpent of the present, has none. Our esteemed friend K. E. T. dumps his bunion of guilt where thousands before him have dumped theirs, and thus is repeated over and over again, the same old story, “whisky did it." Whisky was the match to the powder— but unless the powder were there, the match Avould have been harmless. “Where there's a will there's a way." If a person is inclined to commit crime, and has not the courage to carry out his inclinations, he appeals to whisky for artificial courage, his own manhood lacking the genuine article, and then if he is apprehended in his wrong-doing, “why whisky done it.” Boys, let us at least be reasonable. When we blame whisky for being the cause of our downfall, the world can easily believe it; but when w r e say that it made criminals of us, no thinking man will believe it; for unless there is that desire in our nature, all the whisky under heaven cannot make criminals of us. If lam a criminal—though not by choice. how r ever—it is because it is my “IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, DECEMBER 14, 1893. nature to be so. Criminals, like poets, are born not made, and like many other diseases which is given birth with hu manity, it is manifested earlier in some than iii others, but if the germ is in us, it is sure to manifest itself sooner or later. Why then should we blame whisky—it is true, perhaps, that it has served to expose the disease earlier than it would have otherwise appeared; and all right minded people should bless it for so doing; for it thus puts them on their guard. What then is the root of the evil V 1 answer; in accordance with scripture: 1 am created by a Divine Being who gave me this nature, and, as scripture further teaches, for some wise purpose. This may be true, but when I am taught that 1 am a free moral agent, I demur. Man is a slave to his nature, and he is not consulted as to his choice of the nature he would pre fer, hence. I hold, that if there is any one thing to blame for my criminal na ture and manifestations' the blame is with my Creator if your clothes does not lit you, it is the fault of the tailor, not the saloon keeper. Cod has made j me what I am, and L have no power to i change my nature, no more than I have to change the color of my skin, hence all that I can say is, “Lord, Thy will, not mine be done." Dexter. Unappreciated Kindness. The other evening a modest, unassum ing young man dressed in the neat uni form of the “2nd infantry corps,” called upon me and in a rather melancholy tone of voice, announced himself as the managing editor of The Mirror, the official organ of the prison. T glanced at him and immediately saw that I had a duty to perform and with unflinching temerity I explained to him all the details necessary to successfully conduct his paper. 1 noticed a wearied expression—a sort of tired feeling as it were, coming over his countenance, which 1 attributed to a bad digestion or probably the wearisome routine of official life, but which really were caused (as he afterward told me) by the rays of light from the incandescent light reflected from my cheek. Not deigning to notice the slight interrup tion thus made by him, J descanted on themes, new and old, which in my opin ion were best calculated to arouse the latent intellect and enthuse new vitality into modern journalism. I resurrected and brought to his notice some of the eminent correspondents of the past; “One Lung” “Jumbo” “Yum-Yum,” and other journalistic stars of greater or lesser magnitude. 1 again noticed that ominous twitch of the facial organs and immediately recognized the fact that J w r as delving too deep into literary lore for him to follow; hence the twitching. So with an encouraging smile I drifted by degrees into a lighter vein of con versation and with a few well chosen sentences from the “testimony” of a thief who had to be sent to the peniten tiary in order to learn the evil of his ways, I soon put him at his ease. I orated upon subjects where “Heavy Thoughts” were conspciuous by their absence, and “Shorn Poets” were appre ciated for their true worth and existed upon their merits. I was just warming up to my subject and had the editor by the collar to insure an audience, w hen my attention w r as called for an instant to some small domestic aff air which, up on being adjusted, 1 was about to re sume, but lo! the editor was gone. He had taken advantage of that moment’s absence and flow r n, and the calm, white washed air of the cell room wafted to my ears in a tremulous cadence, like the relieving sigh of a soul upon deliv ery from purgatorial punishment—a single word —good-by. S. Mile. The Shyster. In the police courts of our large cities, where men are tried daily for offences ranging from vagrancy to crimes of the most serious nature, the shyster is found thriving upon the wickedness or mis fortune of others. The class known as shysters are looked upon by reputable law r yers as tramps, and by the frugal and industrious; with contempt and aver sion. Not having the necessary legal knowledge to conduct important cases in the higher courts, the shyster must find his clientage in the police courts, where his peculiar talents are employed in the defense of criminals of the low est description. Having no reputation to sustain—unless it is a reputation for low T trickery and questionable practices that would bring the blush of shame to the cheeks of a pick-pocket—-the shyster is ready to do anything in the w r ay of petty rascality that will bring him a few dollars. If “straw"’ bonds are re quired, the shyster is the man to pro cure them. If a witness for the prose cution is to be bribed to absent himself during time of trial, or a convenient witness “made”’ for the defense, the shyster can be relied upon; for these tilings come within his line of duty. One would naturally suppose that the services of a man of this stamp would be in great demand by the criminal class; but shrewd criminals know’ the value of integrity in others and will not have the shyster at any price iff they can secure the services of an at torney of honesty and ability. They know the latter will battle manfully for his client’s rights, and they know equally well that the shyster—if any one is in terested to the extent of a few dollars in having the prisoner “put aw r ay”— will send his client to the penitentiary with perfect self-complacency. There are many men now serving long terms in prison who have good reason to regret the folly w’hich prompt ed them to employ counsel (?) of the above description and stand trial, when they would probably have received comparatively light sentences had they pleaded guilty to the crimes* charged against them.' It was a wise old darky who, when one of these incompetents was appointed to defend him.cried out: “Take hit away, jedge, take hit away; I’s gwine to plead guilty.” Kkank, 2257. The infernal machine has sprang into popularity again. The police of Lon don have discovered a few of the latest improvements in the bomb line, and as usual tlie inventor has disappeared. Perhaps he has gone to the continent to make a promiscuous distribution of his samples among the powers that oppress. A short time ago Emperor William was presented with an infer nal machine, but the vigilance of his suite discovered its dangerous nature in time to prevent any accidents; the crank that sent it. made a lucky mis take in purporting it to be radish seed; had he made his bomb in the form of a small beer case and represented it to be a new kind of beer, the royal suite would have blown themselves up in their eagerness to sample it. None but a Frenchman would send a German, radish seed. The Spanish authorities intend to transport the principals in the Barcelona plot, to a beautiful island off the coast of Africa and there in struct them in the art of sugar culture. In this the authorities err; they should land the conspirators upon some desert isle, and provide them with a good sup ply of dynamite, nitro glycerine, powder and the ingredients that are contained in infernal machines, with the object in view, that in the absence of other sub jects to plot against, they would begin to make war among themselves, and soon the whole colony would be blown out of existence. The dynamiter is a peculiar genius of the crank order. His greatest peculiar ity is the ingenuity with which he con structs his weapons. It is a wonder they do not have their infernal ma chines patented. Surely such ingenuity should be protected. Patent radish seed for instance. Another peculiarity of these cranks is the bungling manner in which they carry out their plots; they seldom score a success and when they do, are always caught; the papers term them conspirators; they would be right- A Boom in Bombs. TcDua. J sl-°° per year, in adv&omt 1 tHMB, | Six Months 50 Cents. ly named, bungling, blunder-bussing chumps. The greatest fraud connected with these dynamiters, is the manner in which the people treat them after they have gotten into the hands of the law\ They make heroes of them; their comrades envy their fate—“glorious martyrdom,” “Sic semper tyrannis,” etc., etc. A diet composed of their own concoctions would discourage all their aspirations for that “glorious martyr dom.” C. (*. The Reformer. The sailing of a ship by the stars is an interesting lesson and suggests the true attitude of the reformer. The re former must be honest, eager, and am bitious; the advanced man of the age; who becomes, of a necessity, a reformer; he lives between the old and the new, he must not do as our forefathers did, but must be ever experimenting. The true reformer will make his duty to man kind and its elevation, his pole star, and not sail in the wake of another ship. The real honest reformer that has man kind at heart, has no model, his posi tion is unprecedented and unique; he must create his own ideas on the line of advancement; he must travel in new and untried ways, and as a reformer, he needs some peculiar endowments; he must be reasonable, and able to perceive and realize his own defects; he needs a sufficient judgement to distinguish truth from falsehood, he must ever live up to the letter of his word, he must be willing to yield the less important to the more important, he must be patient with his subjects, remembering that though he sows on poor soil, it will yield if properly cultivated. He must have a high moral purpose as the basis of all his actions; and iii all his dealings in the advancement and uplifting of mankind, he must ever have at the bot tom. truth, and righteousness.. Donnelly Criticised Reading Atlantis, by Ignatius Don nelly, I noticed where he speaks of the Hindoos as descendants from possibly , colonists from Atlantis, from the fa<?t that the first man in their traditions was called Adima, and that the Sans crit Adim means first. He seems to have passed, without notice, the fact that, in the Ilindoostani language of to day, Admi means man. Again, further on, in speaking first of the ancient Irish as fire worshipping descendants of Atlantean origin, and by that means connecting them with the fire worship per of the Asia of to-day and Central and South America of old, he fails to note the significant connecting link be tween Ireland, America, Sardinia and India by means of the “round towers.” The Parsees of I ndia to-day are des cendents of the ancient Magiean fire worshippers of Persia and preserve most of the customs and traditions of the far past in their religious ceremo nies, and in connection with the dis posal of their dead. They use round towers of masonry to-day, gridironed on top, and on these gridirons they ex pose their dead to the decomposing action of the sun. Can it not be in ferred then, that the round towers are charnel houses of ancient days from which the metal bars have been removed by those requiring weapons or material for spear heads, etc ? And is it it not the custom of some of our North American indians of disposing of their dead on elevated racks, a crude survival of an ancient custom V This is humbly advanced as perhaps another thread for that fabric that the “Sage of Nininger” has so carefully, learnedly and skilfully woven to prove his Atlantean theory, which seems to me most conclusively deduced. He has shown us innumerable wavelets lapping the shores of all surrounding lands as strong evidence that the Atlantean stone did sink from the center of a pre historic world. R. F. Buigham