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Vol. VIII.—No. 4 THE ART CRITIC By Shorn Poet He comes ami loafs in tlie butternut tree— A half-tamed crow, and talks to me; Burning with mischief his eyes grow bright In nonchalant tire at that safe height! Adroitly, first, he plumes his wings Stretches iiis legs and does various tilings To exhibit his garments black as night! Then, straightway he starts at this slight pause, On the Mandolin Club—and jabbers and laws, Eyeing me hard, as if 1 were the cause Of sowing unrest in this calm land— Arousing the blood of a mandolin band To strike down the chords that nature has made, As nurse to art in ambuscade, Time-tempered by a long drawn hand. With eyes askant, from limb to limb. He dodges the questions I put to him Of how the world in barbarous days, To mandolin players was made to bow; And gained a soul in similar ways. That darkly frown upon him now! He winces a little does this wise bird. This emblem of sagacity, Who comes and loafs in the butternut tree, To analyze song, a critic he With rules high-flown as ever was heard. By dexterous moves of his head, this crow. Long views Charley Wolfer at play below; Buddy in health, sun-browned and strong, As brimful of life and bubbling glee, As ever a human frame can be; So phosphorescent and debonair, The concaved air clings trembling where His tiny voice soars high in song. "Caw! Caw!” said the crow; as plaudit, no doubt, Flapping his wings and hopping about. Excessive in joy and clamor and shout! "True music is this that nature doth teach. Thrillingly-pulsed by organs of speech; The test of whose strength is its charm to control The throbbings of life into destiny hurled, Upholding its truth with more of a soul Thau all your mandolin clubs in the world. Through subtlest logic and sophistry’s din; 1 could argue no more; I had to give in; Though toil and strife my thoughts did annoy. My heart still played with the frolicsome boy! Now. in a manner quite bantering I asked this bird to hear me sing. And then to let his judgment fall! My rhyme to him I sung and read— In misery dire he seemed to be. And sightless gazed his orbs at me; With his wings a-droop, he bowed his head. His agony did my soul appall! Then suddenly down—my sight it blurred— Dropped that mock-musical, old crow bird To a lower limb—alive, not dead! ■But never a word at all spoke he Never a word at all. NEVER BE DISCOURAGED, True Grit is What Makes the Progress of the World. When you have any thing to do, do it with all your heart. Half-hearted peo ple never set the world on tire, “when you are in pursuit of an object or plan, stick to it as long as there is anything to hold fast to. It sometimes requires lots of grit to stick to a thing through days, weeks, months and perhaps years; but that is the only way to accomplish anything valuable in this world. Does a person ever become a great scholar without lots of grit, displayed often even under the most discouraging cir cumstances? If circumstances are not to your liking, make them! All really great statesmen, lawyers, doctors and clergymen have secured their high po sitions mainly by the use of grit. The same may be said of all successful merchants and business men of every kind. No rich man ever obtained his money and property except by the use of grit. Grit is the main difference be tween them and the wmrlds failures. Bad luck will sometimes overtake the best of men, but if they only have grit in tneir composition they will generally restore their positions and fortunes and are often even better and wiser for their misfortunes. Under such circum stances never think you are not half as smart as some of your acquaintances who do not get along, for smartness alone is not enough to make one suc cessful. Some military men have said that General Grant was not the smart est soldier that ever lived but that he owed his success to his grit, the fact that he never lost heart but kept pounding aw T ay under w T hat often seemed the most discouraging circum stances. When one begins to feel half hearted then it is time to pull yourself together and put your grit in the front rank. No young man will ever amount to anything by sitting around deplor ing his luck which is what some do when things don't go to suit them. Grit and the genius to contrive and make things go is what advances young men in the world if they are worth a higher position than they now occupy. If they have not the grit or sand to go ahead and do something for themselves they are not worth assisting. Hoys espec ially, of every degree, should remem ber this, brace up, and become celebratd for having a large amount of the right kind of grit. —Arkansaw Dispatch. A FEARFUL RIDE I wonder how many of us stop to think that we risk our former good character, the respect of honest people, the confidence of our friends, our own self respect, disgrace our fathers, moth ers, sisters, wife and children, and finally ourselves, risk our future prospects and our liberty, and all to gain a few dollars easily. Let us think it over and stop and ask ourselves, is the gain worth the risk. If all those things could be sold, and a man should come to one of us and say here is five hundred dollars, I want you to disgrace your parents and yourself, I want your good name and your liberty, we would laugh at him and call him a lunatic. Yet when the devil comes and offers us much less, and as an argument assures us that if we are a little sharp we need not be caught, (which is a lie for we are sure to be caught sooner or later) then we strike the bargain, and why! Simply because we dont stop to consider the fearful risk. Therefore I say let us think it over, and I know that you will all unite with me in saying that the few dollars was not easily gained but many times har der than if we had worked hard for it. And finally, 1 hope that we may all come to the conclusion before leaving this place, that if we want to enjoy life and liberty and live happily and at peace with our fellow men, we must do right and be honest. V. L. A HALT CALLED ON THE DOWN- WARD PATH The log that starts to roll from the top of the hill, goes but slowly at first but, constantly increases its speed un til the bottom is reached. It is thus with the individual who, stepping from the path of rectitude into that of sin, passes down so gently at first that the descent is scarcely perceptible. It mat ters little, what particular vice has tempted the victim, the transition has been accomplished, and all the other vices lie scattered along the path jump ing forth here and there, like the “ignus futus” to lure to destruction. His speed becomes so great that he fails to notice the danger signal “stop, danger ous,'' which is inscribed on each vice as it comes into view. Fortunately however for us who are confined here, we have been forcibly kidnapped and carried away from the road to ruin upon which we were so blindly traveling, and placed in a safe retreat, where we can meditate on the past, and form good resolutions for the future. In this latter effort, we are greatly assisted by that very pleasant little visitor which comes to us in our cells on each Thursday teeming with help ful words and good wishes; it comes like a burst of sunlight through the dark rift of clouds that surrounds us, bringing joy and cheer to many a sad and heavily laden heart. God bless The Mirror and its work. Let us not think lightly of it because it is a home product but strive to gain peace and wisdom from a perusal of its modest columns, and always holding in mind that, “It is never to late to mend.” S. W. Xo man can sow idleness and reap prosperity. “IT IS NEVER TOO EATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, AUGUST 30, 1894 MAKING MEN BETTER. Character the Embodiment of True and Noble Manhood. Man is many sided. It ishisstrange ly-complex nature that makes it so difficult to directly help him, and | obliges the majority of reformers after various ineffective efforts to give up the attempt and content themselves with removing obstructions, leaving the progress to be made by each in dividual. Most of the well-meant 1 effort to relieve human sufferings is found at last to have created evils per haps as serious as those which it mit igated. It is character which after all is the real good. That must be devel oped from within,.not put on as is the growth of certain plants and trees in concentric rings from the outside. Im proving outside conditions without change of character is treated with fine scorn by Mrs. Browning in “Auro ra Leigh,’' as leaving men in brutish ness, but moving them to a cleaner stye. Undoubtedly it is a good thing for men to seek to improve their ma terial surroundings. The seeking has, itself, an effect on character. The work which a man does to lift himself up is immeasurably superior to any that any outside influence can do for him. The helplessness of mere wealth to accomplish human elevation is per haps the most pathetic fact of modern times. Enormous fortunes have been created by men who had special genius for accumulating money. Often these men began this work with the sincere purpose of accomplishing good for mankind that in their view would be impossible without it. So they go on in a mad rush for wealth, only to find after it has been accumulated that, al most every avenue of real helpfulness has been closed by the very means they had relied upon to accomplish human elevation. The wealth is a hindrence. If it does not put its pos sessor out of sympathy with those he would assist it does worse than this; it puts them out of sympathy with him. There is profound philosophy in the fact that the Son of Man, who most helped mankind, th stripped him self and became the poorest of the poor, and dependent on charity for the place to lay his wearied head. It is most significant that the vow of pov erty is imposed even to this day by most churches on those who devote their lives to teaching spirtual things. It is almost impossible to make the direct giving of money beneficial to its recipient. Few people who are in ur gent need of money icalize this. They think that if they had access to the coffers of the millionaire that hap piness would surely be theirs. But the millionaire tindi that merely hav ing the millions does not make him happy. How then, nh Md it do this for others? lie enjoyed the work and the excitement of accumulation, but after the longed prize is gained it ceases to do for him what he expected. So he goes on and on, seeking more and more millions, until death claims him and he is obliged to leave all. This desire of the wealthy to help men, coupled with inability to do so, furnishes the most pathetic tragedies of modern life. There need be no question of Stephen Girard's desire to benefit his fellow men. His unselfish service in caring for yellow fever patients in Philadelphia, when no one else could be got to do this work, at tested his sympathetic feelings. Tet at the close of the wisest use he could make of wha- was then the lar gest fortune in the country was to give most of it as a training school for boys. It is doubtless'true that help may be given to the very young with less chance of its doing them an injury than to those who aj e older. The chief danger from money gifts to men and women lies in lessening their feeling of independence and self respect. There is a further injury, too, in destroying the natural individual ism of character with which each man and each woman should be endowed. This destruction of individualism takes away the charm of social inter course. Xo wise man would try to make all mankind upon the same model, however admirable that in itself might be. Even those who command our highest veneration we may not wisely imitate in every particular. And yet to form men's minds on cer tain set rules and observances has very largely taken the place, of instilling correct principles as the basis of human character, and then leaving each in dividual life to develop those princi ples according to its own fashion. It follows from these conclusions that the work of legal restraint is nec essarily much more restricted than is commonly supposed. Laws are good in their place. That place is chiefly to prevent men from interfering with each other, and thus insuring the ful lest development of each individual life. As men progress upward, these legal restrictions beoome less import ant, until finally the higher law 6f love supersedes them altogether. It is idle for the law to tell the good man not to kill or injure his neighbor. The fact that he loves his -neighbor precludes such injury, and this fact will in time devise means for benelitting his neigh bor, as would be impossible if love were not the inspiration of life. — Household Companion. TROUSERS. A Mirror Contributer Joins Issues With Ellen Battelle Dietrick on the Bifur cated Garment Question. Bicycle riding, bathing, and a few other pleasures of the present time, have combined to bring to the notice of the fairer sex the question of pro priety in wearing that much talked-of article of clothing, the bifurcated gar ment, called by the various names of trousers, breeches, and pantaloons. The all absorbing topic is much dis cussed today among the tashionable clubs and sects, particularly in con nection with the popular pastime of cycling. Fashion leaders contend that the skirt must go. As yet, it is only a dream, a hope, a wish for something better. Xow r when the germ of this wish merges into a more stable belief or a firmer idea, and when this belief matures to a settled conviction, we may well look for a change of dress. The question will then dwindle to a matter of taste, or to a matter of cour age, with the trembling sex. Even now the agitation spreads to the daily walking-garb, and threatens to demand a change there as w T ell. Xo reason is given why a lady should be compelled by the chains of custom to struggle breathlessly against a good healthy breeze which she should enjoy, or with one hand vainly attempt to manage wet skirts flapping about the ankles, while with the other she frantically clutches purse, parcel, and umbrella, or steadies a hat that bears no re semblace to a hat, This is the opinion of Mrs. Ellen Battelle Dietrick, in the Arena. The lady of today attracts un willing and umvelcome attention to herself by her mode of dress, adding uneasiness for her comfort, or the part of the beholder, to her own difliculies of locomotion. In Algiers, Morocco, and Tunis, the bifurcated garment is worn by the women today, and the modesty and delicacy of these women remain unquestioned. They have lost nothing, while they have gained con venience and comfort. There are a half million of women engaged in agricultural pursuits in the United States, and three million more who are employed in the factories and shops. Mrs. Dietrick says that no doubt they will all welcome the day w-hen the cumbersome skirt shall be discarded for the only sensible garment of out- Tcpiuio' ' SI.OO per year, in advance, i tnivo. -| sjx M onths 50 cents. door attire. Today, woman is uinevr sally considered as the inferior sex, physically, as is proven by the atten tions and condescensions to her com fort which are exhibited every hour, on the street car, in public places of amusement and instruction, and in the drawing room. What a pity that Eve has so degenerated physically as to be unable to step into and out of a buggy or a street-car, without the aid of some one who wears pantaloons. She is continually borrowing the use of the muscles of man, when the llible says she should be a help-mate to the man. Seriously, however, the argument is entirely in favor of the adoption of the more sensible attire, and we will hail with delight the coming of the day when woman shall cease to humor fashion, and shall muster up the cour age to embrace (or be embraced by) a comfortable mode of dress. Vic. AN HONEST MAN. Grant Would not Permit a Lie to be Told in His Behalf. |He who merely knows principles, is not equal to him who loves them.— Confucius.] What a beautiful example of a thouroughly honest man was General Grant. Xo one who wishes to be as nature intended him to be, can review the life of Grant without admiring his manly courage, honesty, loyalty, mod esty and generosity to friend and foe, and his biography is as free from egotism or anything of like nature that has ever been written. It is related of him that one day dur ing his administration of the presi dency, and while he was very busily engaged, a visitor was announced, and an officer in attendance, knowing that the President did not wish to be dis turbed, instructed the servant to say that he was not in. Happening to overhear this the President turned with a frown and exclaimed: “Say nothing of the kind, I do not lie my self, and do not wish any one to do so for me/’ One of his political friends speaking of his honesty gave utterance to the somewhat enigmatical remark that “he was too densely truthful/’ And yet sad to state he was rewarded for his integrity in the not unusual way. He was mercilessly swindled out of his entire fortune and a greater part of that of his family, nearly two millions of dollars, and left without a home, or even a uniform in w r hich to clothe his remains for burial. And even this did not suffice, but the sum of one hundred and eighty-seven thousand dollars w r as paid over out of his estate which he had aftenvard created, while dying by inches, by w r ork that was not fully completed until four days before his death. Here is food for thought. Under exising circumstances, can one be a laborer and support himself and a family, without shirking his work and extending his job? Can one be a pop ular society man without a glib tongue, or a merchant dispose of his w T ares without misrepresentation, or be a politican without pulling wires, or even a minister of the gosgel without adding to or omitting a portion of truth ? Lawyers are out of the ques tion, though Ingersoll comes as near being an honest one, as any I can think of at this moment. Reader there remains one remedy, only one, for this popular disease (dishonesty) and here is the recipe. Love God and your neighbor as your self, and you will be able to go through to the end an honest man without fall ing behind in the mad race for exist ence, or feeling yourself too good for this world and sighing for Elijah’s horses and chariot, Sorer. Vice incapacitates a man from all public duty; it withers the power of his understanding, and makes his mind paralytic.—Burke.