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Yol. VII.— No. 21 THE PRISONER. A man’s skull is Ill's life-loim jail. Keliiml its prison bars. From its eye windows does the soul .Peep at the earth and stars. But unlike jails of wood or stone Its prisoner ever dwells alone. Though through its front doors perfumed gales Are blown from glens of gladness. And through its back doors music strains Koll in waves of madness. And though he hear and heed each tone. The prisoner still must dwell alone. Though past the windows of the jail Sweet scenes of solemn splendor. And through the doors float hymns of joy Or dirges deep and tender. The prisoner hears the mirth and moan. Hut iii his jail he dwells alone. No lover ever knows the soul He loves in all its sweetness; The fullest love, however strong. Is marred by incompleteness; No heart is ever fully known— The prisoner ever dwells alone. —S. W. Foss, in Martin Co., Democrat CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME The Relationship Existing- Between So ciety and Crime. The financial crisis that swept from ocean to ocean, over our broad land has left strewn along its pathway the wrecks of the provident and prodigal alike. In the gloom that preceded the crisis, might have been seen the dim outlines of a spectre that hovered vul ture-like. over its foreseen prey. After the visitation, that drear, grim spectre stood revealed, a grim, grinning ghost of poverty. To-day. from every city in every state, reports are drawn of the ut ter destitution of many within their confines; and, hardened as we are. in our seilish worldliness, we would be appalled if confronted with the num bers. not thousands but millions, wear ing the drawn countenance of visible hunger. Still more appalling is it when, hand in hand with poverty's grinning ghost, stalks its ill-favored, many vis aged offspring crime. Pick up your paper, read of poverty and starvation on the one page, murder and robbery on the other. Poverty in creased seven fold, crime seventy times seven. Yet. with this visible lesson before them, theorists stand deluding their hearers with the sophistical plati tudes by which they themselves are de ceived. Would that a Minerva could spring forth full-armed of a .love, to coerce or direct these misguided mor tals; these social reformers (?) to a proper cognizance of the causes of in creasing crime, and aid them in staying its onward march. This does not seem to he their purpose, however, else why this waste of time and substance, per suing the. elaborate, elusive, sophistical theories of psychical transformations, physical degeneracy, special type, he reditary influences ‘and other brilliant anthropological deductions of equally brilliant criminologists? There is much truth in that time worn adage about judging others by ourselves, and when we find these experts delineating the .characteristics of criminals as a class, all infer (unless they are hypocrites, and we always know* them.) that they see in the criminal their own character, astound in themselves. The man never fails to find is his kind, those character istics which denote the man, even when they may have become partly obliter ated by continued poverty, ignorance or intemperance, or through debased association or environment. If these austere impregnable, and infallible por tions of delectable virtue, would lend their time and money to relieve those enwrapped with the above visible con ditions. and loose sufficient virtue to realize that to “err is human" and that even the angels fell: then might we hope that poverty and crime would de crease. and the millennium appear in the converging vista of future time, When financial ruin reduces the prov ident to destitution and the prodigal is swallowed up in the vortex, when the friends of the former extend a helping hand, and those of the latter, a friendly hut empty one, and when the credit o*f •each are gone and starvation stares the “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND." STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, DECEMBER 28, 1893. prodigal in the face, is he then to be blamed for stealing the means to sus tain life? “Hunger," said a learned judge, “knows no law/’ and then he gave a poor wretch three years for stealing to satisfy that hunger. With out work, to steal or starve is the alter native. I)o you doubt that thousands are yearly compelled by that law of self-preservation to steal in order to sustain lile? If you do, then life to you is valueless, since you know not what you would do to preserve it. Of what use is it to utter moss-covered platitudes, such as “The drunkard must not drink," “The prodigal should save.’ 'and others of like import; they are so, and largely through the instrument ality of society, the avenger: but who is to avenge the wrong society does to the criminal? What! you say. society do wrong? Might, I forgot, society is in fallible. and must not be blamed for tbe present abnormal extent of crime, for any wrong done tbe criminal; they are pariahs to be imprisoned, have their remaining manhood destroyed, and then—reformed. “Charity begins at home.” Who will reform society? Let Joy be Unconfined My sentiments exactly. And I tried with a zeal worthy of more success to impress the same thought upon the mind of .Judge F—some two years ago. Hut he only gazed at me with an unconvinced gaze, and drawing a long judicial breath he occupied the whole respiration and part of another in nam ing the number ot years, adding a short post script in which he mentioned the locality. But the trooper at Waterloo who made the above remark, evidently hail an idea or two above the regular batallion drill; undoubtedly he had a presentiment that on the morrow', “after the ball" that joy would not be laying around in an unconfined state as plentifully as at the present eve, and he believed in enjoying the “goods the gods provide". But speaking of joy, 1 would like to know’ the whole meaning embodied in that small word. Webster defines it thus: “Gladness, exultation.” Now it seems tome that a person may be glad without taking on a “jag of joy". 1 am glad that Patti’s extreme old age permits her to make her annual fare well tour, as it is a year of great suffer ing in the United States, one added pang will increase the general woe but little, but I can't say that I am intoxicated over the fact, for the reason that I don’t expect to encourage Patti by my pres ence at any of her entertainments on this trip. It is Patti’s Joss not mine; and for that reason I do not exault. I have been trying to think of some person to whom both definitions of the word would be applicable and can think of no one more appropriate than Queen Liliuokalani. After being deprived of her throne, her royal retinue of servents and princely income. Uncle Sam, like his nephew's, ever ready to aid the softer sex, comes promptly to her relief; and with impetuous hasteisabout to re-seat the dusky queen. He is looked upon as being a little gushy for an old man, in this instance but his action will undoubt edly make pueen Lil glad with an ex ceeding great gladness and cause her to exult with both lungs; while regular torrents of joy will pour from her three hundred pounds of mud colored avoir dupois. Joy is of a great many different varieties, we know for a certainty that the same circumstances does not afford joy to all. I attended a revival meeting once down in Ohio, and during the testimony meeting, one brother was de scribing the sudden death of a wicked young man while out sleigh riding; he had just arrived at the thrilling part of the story, where the young man was thrown from the sleigh and mangled to death, when another jealous brother shouted loud and excitingly amen. It certainly caused a smile among the audience; was it joy, or derision? Well, every one has the right to enjoy them selves any w r ay they want to, always providing they want to enjoy theiii- selves the right way, otherwise as in my case, joy will be confined. But my mind has not changed; I shall ever hold opinions with the old soldier on the eve of Waterloo, who, w'hilst he heard the sullen booming of distant guns which, on the morrow' would utter ly “do up” the greatest general the world ever knew, was looking around for a partner for the next waltz, and, while the trombone player blew' the beer out of his instrument, all over the second fiddler, shouted: “Let joy be unconfined.” S. Mile. To the wise and fortunate (by fortu nate I mean those whose lives are as yet unblighted and unspoiled by them selves or others i the world would ap pear a very bright and cheerful place to live in. But there are many of us that are neither wise or fortunate, and seem so predestined by circumstance, folly and defective natures, to sin and blunder along until we reach a point where reason and intelligence can do little more than reveal how' foolish and wrong w’e have been, or how great a good w r e have missed and lost. The past w’ith its opportunities, has gone; and the remnant of earthly life left, is so shut up in a certain lot, and we are so shackled by the very condi tion of our existence. We see dismal prospects and so are disheartened, and it is very hard to feel anything but ut ter defeat, so sink into the dark path way, and we go blindly stumbling along not knowing when the terrible abyss is reached, into which we are hurled to iour present condition. Therefore let us awake, arouse up and make oppor tunities; little drops of water will in time wear aw r ay the mightly rock, and so, too, w'ill the- continued check, check, check, of the calendar, wear away our sentences; and then the sun will shine forth in all its splendor and glory, nursing back to life the shattered hopes and blighted youth, and with renewed vigor, we can take heart again. Who shall say that another opportunity will present itself; and who will not profit by the past ? Experience is the best of teachers;its lessons are hard but let the lessons be w r ell learned. M. S. P. LeonAKDrs Xever before has the feature of pro fuse illustration in newspapers and magazines, so firmly imbedded itself in to public favor, as it has in the last de cade. To meet the demands of this en terprising day. our literature must needs be ornamented with an inviting and suggestive front, which at once en ables us, even at the first glance, to grasp the nature of its import. To be sure, illustration is as old as w'riting, and it has steadily grown from a mere, crude attempt to expose an obscure thought, or brighten a hidden fancy, into a profession, and even an art. There are many high class artists to day, who seldom paint a picture or draw' in color, giving their whole time to illustration. Not only has the num ber increased, but the quality has im proved as well, and as the quality im proves, the attractiveness increases. Compare even the text books of to-day W'ith those of forty or fifty years ago, and there is a noticeable bluntness about the older ones, w'hich seems to demand an immense amount of thought and investigation, in order to be able to cope w'ith their contents. Thus we em bellish pur pages almost lavishly, in the endeavors to attract and to teach, forgetting that an extravagance is often ludicrous as well as sufferable. Vic. It requires courage to say ‘‘No!” amid the environing temptations of life. It is easy to stand when there is nothing to make us fall; but when vice is popular, and wrong is applauded, it requires a hero to do right. The man whose integrity continues inviolate amidst great temptations and provoca- Opportunities. Illustration A Hero. Tcomo. * S l * oo J )er year, iu advance i tkms. , six Months 50 Cents. tions to do wrong, or who can preserve his equipoise in the hour of excitement and tumult will be a hero or conqueror "greater than he who captures a city.*’ This demands constant watchfulness. If eternal vigilance is the price of lib erty. it is also the price of triumph over all moral and material foes. Every man has weak points in his character and weak hours in his history. One man is vulnerable in one way, "another in a different way. A temptation which does not affect one man seriously, may easily prove the downfall of another. Unless watchfulness is the most persis tent at the point of weakness, we will fall; there the forces of character must be massed, because it is there the onslaught will be most severe and dan gerous. Some of the greatest heroes or conquerors of the world, were helpless vassals to their own passions. Alexan der conquered a world but was so base a slave to intemperate anger* that he slew his best friend Clytus, in a mo ment of passion. Men of great military genius, of brilliant statesmanship, of profound learning, and even eminent ministers of the" gospel have become the slaves of lust, passion and appetite. A. A. W. Tormentors Any person who seems to have adopt ed the function of destroying the peace of every one. who allows himself to be disturbed, by a rancorous tongue, is genera Ilya coward, and caref ull y avoids those who are not afraid to retort upon their tormentor. Nothing is safe from people of this class, they love to destroy a friend's faith in his friend. They overthrow the harmless egotism which makes man stand fairly well in his own esteem, by officiously holding the mir ror up to* nature. They do not know what unhappiness they have dragged themselves through. The end of the general tormentor is that he becomes the self-tormentor. It is impossible to torment a man who has no self-esteem, and it may be pleaded as an excuse for tormenting those whose vanity is thin skinned. One may love a friend with perfect sincerity and yet take a wicked pleasure in occasionally pricking the most velnerable side of his character. It is not easy to explain the exact nature of the enjoyment derived from con tortioners. A person discovers that he has power over his friend and exercises it; contemptible practice, serious people would say very likely, but then serious people are generly the victimes, as my own experience will testify. The sug gestion of superior intellect it their manner, is in itself a provocation; and, all unconsciously, they invite attacks which they can neither understand nor avoid. Minnk-Paui. Chahltk. Martial Astronomy. Men may be good soldiers without lie ing scholars, and it is also true that men may he amusing when they are weighed down by the gravest responsi bilities. (>ll the evening before a solar eclipse not long ago the colonel of a regiment of German infantry sent for all his sergeants and said to them: “There will be an eclipse of the sun to-morrow. The regiment will meet on the parade ground in undress. I will come and explain the eclipse before the drill. If the day is cloudy the men will meet in the drill shed as usual.” The sergeants thereupon drew up the following order of the day: “To-morrow morning, by order of the colonel, there will be an eclipse of the sun. The regiment will assemble on the parade ground, where the colonel will come and superintend the eclipse in person. If the day is cloudy the eclipse will take place in the drill shed.” —Youth’s Companion. That Was All “Why do you carry a gun ?' said a vis itor to one of the guards. “To keep the prisoners from taking liberties. Ma’am,” was the reply. —Puck.