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Vol. VIII.—No. 24 Km MY CREED. By 01. ARE BEATRICE ST. GEORGE. This is my creed: "Who strives iu all tilings to live (irmly true Ami lift unshrinking eyes upon the day, •Granting soft words of hope and comfort to The fainting souls life’s dusty way; Who sees nor burning wrath nor torments dire, And calmy trusts God’s mercy in his need; Such shall attain the heaven of his desire. This is my creed. This is my creed: Never to doubt His love who made the world. Nor deem one soul, however frail and weak. Can stray beyond his sheltering hand.tho’ hurled Through desperate doubts. To know his love will seek And claim the souls his mighty will gavo birth; To know each true cry he will truly heed. And loose no soul from all this teeming earth. This is my creed. In Sunday Inter Ocean. MAL DOW’S WATCHWORDS FOB THE TWENTIETH CENTURY. AN ORATION, BY JOSEPH COOK, DE LIVERED AT PROHIBITION PARK, STATEN ISLAND, JUNE 3, 1894, AT THE CELEBRATION OF 'NEAL DOW’S NINETI ETH BIRTHDAY.. Chapter 1. The House of Lords, Mr. Gladstone •says, must be mended or ended. The liquor traffic, Neal Dow says, must be ended, because it cannot be mended. The secret of securing attention is to say the thing that supremely needs to be said. The way to make a man, or an audience, or a nation, or a century alert Is, strike at the apple of the eye. Now, it supremely needs to be said that the liquor traffic cannot be mended. The average citizen does not as yet believe this. If we are to judge by political platforms, our great historic parties do not believe it. They think the liquor traffic can be mended by licence, high or low, by taxation, state partnerships, or something short of prohibition. The apple of the eye of Ihe temperance reform is the fact that the liquor traffic, like the slave trade or piracy, cannot be mended, and there fore must be actually ende< . It as an evil with which experience has proved that there can be no successful com promises. We long tried in vain to put down slavery by compromises, or by mending it, but we found at last that there was no successful way of dealing with it except by ending it. “Thank God,’’ said Secretary Seward once in the Senate, “the shifting sands of compromise are passing from under my feet; 1 now feel beneath me the rock of abolition.” In relation to the liquor traffic, Neal Dow’s feet were long ago planted on the rock. Some of us yet stand on the sand. On his ninetieth birthday, that great reformer, whose career we are met to honor, commenced a speech with this sentence: “I who am about to die sa lute you.” In the Homan amphitheater, when gladiators were about to enter mortal combats, they saluted the em peror with these memorable words: “Moriturite salutamus.” It is a solemn, and ought to be an inspiring and strat egic hour, when we salute one who salutes us in this manner, with the wisdom of nearly a century of experi ence in his words and the light of eternity on his countenance. The face of George Washington was a large type copy of the Ten Command ments. So is that of Neal Dow. Con science and courage, will and wisdom, duly combined, make celestial fire. A large spark of that fire was a divine gift to Neal Dow's soul. This has made his life for nearly a century a purifying force in American civiliza tion. Whether as mayor, legislator, general or civilian, he has always been a reformer, at once unselfish and un flinching. Every temperance blade should have a hilt, and every temperance hilt should have a blade. The Maine prohibitory law, as framed and executed by Neal Dow, was a sword with both blade and hilt. His principles of total abstinence and prohibition give that blade a double edge, and make it invincible. He has fought a good fight, he has kept the faith, and even at ninety years of age he has not finished his course. In the rising tide of temperance agi tation in modern days, the wave of Prohibition has a most strategic po sition. All the waves that rise behind it urge it on. All the waves that rise before it are urged on by it. It com mands the sea. There is, no doubt, from time to time a recession of minor billows and eddies, but as the horologe of time strikes the advancing, fateful years, the central tide of the temper ance reform continually rises. 1760. John Wesley denounces liquor sellers as living in houses stained with blood, and driving men to perdition like sheep. 1785. Dr. Kush, in co-operation with Franklin and Putman, assails the drinking customs of his day in the name of science. 1810. Lyman Beecher launches the thunderbolts of the church against in temperance. 1826. Justin Edwards, in the Ameri can S»ciety for the Promotion of Temperance, lifts the educated senti ment of the land to abhorrence of the liquor traffic, and of the drinking cus toms of society. 1838. Massachusetts adopts the fam ous law forbidding the sale, at any one time, of any less quanity than fifteen gallons. 1840. The Washingtonian movement commences, and John Gough becomes, on both sides of the sea, the foremost advocate of total abstinence. 1851. Conserving the whole moral and political force of the previous movements, the Maine Law arrives, with Neal-Dow as its originator and champion. 1869. The National Prohibition ! Party, known until 1884 as the Prohibi-! tion Beform Party, is founded. With) Neal Dow, John P. St. John, General | Fisk, Miss Willard, Mrs. Livermore.! Samuel Dickie, Dr. Miner, and scores of other heroic leaders, and with The \ Voice and other temperance journals as j assistants, it has conducted many admirable campaigns, and extended | greatly the temperance education of \ the people and increased the political strength of the temperance vote. 1874. The Woman’s Christian Tem perance Union is organized, and under the leadership of Frances Willard, and later of Lady Henry Somerset and their co-laborers, achieves a career of varied beneficence unmatched among organizations of its class in the whole tide of time. 1888. The Supreme Court of the United States decides, in the Kansas cases, that prohibition of the liquor traffic is constitutional. 1893. Scientific Temperance Tnstruc tion is made mandatory in the schools of thirty-eight American states and all the territories. Mrs. Mary H. Hunt, leader of this movement, receives five highest awards at the World’s Fair for her work as National Superintendent of Scientific Temperance Instruction in the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union, and for temperance text-books adapted to the new law. 1894. Colorado grants to women equal suffrage, and woman’s ballot is everywhere dreaded by the saloon as “IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, JANUARY 17, 1895. the ally of prohibition. 1895. If it is permitted to forecast the future, may we not hope for a Con gressional Investigating Commission, vested with power to unveil the horrors of the charnel houses, which the liquor traffic has filled with dead men’s bones and all uncleanness? 1900. May we not hope that before the close of the century Scientific Tem perance Instruction t will have been spread over the entire Republic? Out of forty-four states it now covers thirty nine, and all the territories, with the District of Columbia, Annapolis and West Point. 1910. At this date, the cities are likely to contain a majority of the popu lation of the land. Unless the liquor traffic is brought under control, some great disaster, caused by the political despotism of the dram-shop, will proba bly occur, and will become the basis of colossal reforms. Whenever the dram shop oligarchy does something analo gous to what slavery did when it fired on Fort Sumter, there will be a moral, political, and, if necessary, a military uprising of the people. Political neces sity will ultimately make the liquor traffic an outlaw. It is a fact, and no fancy, that we have all lived to see the abolition of slavery. It is not incredi ble that most of us may live to see the abolition of the liquor ti lfic by state and national enactment, both legisla tive and constitutional. As all the forces of our history tended to the ab olition of slavery by moral, political and military methods, so all these forces now tend to make the liquor traffic for ever an out-law. Let us, first of all, congratulate our guest on his threescore and twenty crowded, heroic and victorious years. And next let us all devoutly thank heaven for giving the world Neal Dow. And first, midst, last, let us commend to the nation and the world, in the temperance conflict, his name and f principles as watchwords of gratitude unity and victory. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Language has no word that expresses so much as the word “h ve” yet, how often is it mis-applied. I e often hear and speak of the love of randeur; the love of wealth, the love - f power, the love of display, but none of these things have their origin in love, they are but the creatures of greed and selfishness, and can have no abiding place in the heart that is attuned to a pure love. I do not wish to be understood as im plying that the heart that reaches out after any or all of these things is not susceptible of that holiest of all things, pure love. Somewhere, deep down in the heart of even the most callous and worldly minded there is a spring, that once opened, will fiow on through life a never ending stream of love. Look at the man of business’, hardened with the cares and anxieties of life, perhaps harsh, stern, and relentless to all with whom he may come into business relations, yet when home is reached a cheerful smile and a kind word from the wife whom he adores, the lisping, loving words of the artless child, acts as a magic key to unlock that recess in his heart where is stored the richest of all his gifts, and love, pure and un adulterated gushes forth to make that home an earthly paradise. When death and destruction threaten a number of our fellow beings, and one braye soul steps into the breach, and with heroic grandeur Offers himself as a sacrifice that the livjjs of others may be saved, the world looks on approv ingly, and applauds the deed, without stopping to think that’ the power that moves him to this noble sacrifice, is that pure and holy love for his fellow man with which God has filled his heart. When suffering and.disaster overtake a comunity, when fire swoops down and *r THE POWER OE LOVE, and perhaps destroys a whole village, when disease hovers over a large city and death marks for its own the poor and lowly, leaving friends wretched, desolate, and poverty stricken, what prompts the hearts of men to come quickly to the rescue of the unfortu nates, to render assistance at once and without stint, to give from their abund ance to the needy sufferers ? The world calls it charity, aye! but is not that charity the offspring of the love for our fellows which has descended to us from God himself? For did not lie so love mankind, that He gave His only son as a sacrifice, that we might all be saved! And is not He our Father? The earthly love which is the nearest approach to that of the divine f ather, is the love of the mother for her child, be that child ever so unworthy,still the mother's love knows no bounds, no limits. The son who in his infancy has been the constant care, and the scource of all his'mother’s solicitude, may prove a curse instead of a blessing to her old age; he may become the vilest of the vile; her prayers and entreaties may avail naught in turning him from evil courses; yet through it all she gives to him that wondrous, unselfish love known only to a mother. It may be that his behavior brings her to an untimely grave, it may be possible that his hand may be raised in anger to her for whose protection he should willing ly shed his heart's blood, yet she goes on loving him to the end. The mother’s heart may break, but it connot cease to love. And so, she goes on loving, until death; until death, did I say? Aye! and after she has passed to the bright realm beyond, she lays her pe tition at the feet of Him who cannot say to her nay, and she is granted per mission to still watch over and try to allure her darling from the broad path which leads to everlasting doom. Who can say that she will not in the end succeed. Who can say that her in cessant prayers to God in behalf of her dearest earthly treasure shall not have effect, and that He will not in his own good time and in the wisdom of His way grant that mother's prayer, and finally reunite them in that land where there is no more sin nor sorrow. The story of the returning prodigal is a beautiful one showing as it does the love of a father for his son. This son, who had wasted his sut stance in riotous living, at last remembers that he has still a home and a father and determines to go there and implore forgiveness. He returns an outcast, and in rags footsore and weary, ex hausted by hunger and weary miles of travel, he is ready to fall fainting by the way-side and there perish, when from a long way off his father sees and recognizes him. and forgetting all else but his great love for this wayward boy, he runs and falling on his neck, embraces him and kisses him and in the ecstacy of his joy and love, orders that the finest raiment shall be brought and placed upon him, and the fatted calf should be killed and his friends and neighbors be bidden to a sumptuous feast in honor of him who was lost but is now found, who was dead but is again alive. Unless we are ourselves, fathers, we cannot picture that man’s joy at the return of the loved boy. The true philanthropist is not he who gives from his abundance to alleviate the distress and suffering of others, give he never so freely, but rather, he, who without hope of recompense, but imbued with a love for mankind which fills his heart to overflowing, seeks out the out-cast, the poor in spirit, and those suffering from sin. Who visits the convict in his lonely cell and strives to bring a ray of sunshine into his blighted life, who has a cheerful smile and kind and pleasant words of cheer for those who are perishing for the need of them. He is the true philan thropist and, and to such do our hearts go out and welcome his presence come when he may. A kind word has often a wonderful effect on a fallen man causing him to pause in his career and resolve to mend his ways. Ah! Who can fathom the wonderful depth, the ennobling power of love that makes it so and the time will surely come when the vast brotherhood of mankind shall be bound together by a chain whose every link shall be an emblem of enduring love. God speed the day. T. TcdmsJ sl.ooperyear, inadvtnee. itmvi&.-j <ji X Mouths 50cents. HUMAN NATURE. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone, For this good old earth must borrow Us mirth It has tears enough of Its own. Did you ever notice the far away look others give you, when, with pa thetic earnestness, you begin to relate your troubles? Did you ever analyze the expression of a face smoothed by prosperity, self-satisfied by luxury, when necessity required you to ask assistance? Have you not at various times in your career seen adversity overtake victims, and the supposed “friend,” with a feeling of superiority half pity, half joy, sympathize with the unfortunate and offer a few words of advice that carried with them half hid den arrows of sarcasm ? We know you have;’ Whether in your schoolboy days you have witnessed the punishment of Johnnie Smith by his teacher, and laughed at his expense, or at man’s estate you have known misfortune to overtake a friend, and when desperation had driven him far beyond the lines laid down by a prosperous world, have you not in your heart felt that you too might have drifted from the paths of honor, under like provocations; still, not admitting even to self, that you would have gone so far as he. The tradition of Damon and Pythias fills the mind with glowing thoughts of imitation, but, unfortunately, if you are Damon you have no Pythias, and, if you are Pythias, there is no Damon to pledge his life in your behalf. Bulwer Lytton says; “If you wish to read unvarnished falsehoods, read epitaphs on tombstones.” We are not carica turing humanity but trying to draw features as nearly real as our humble mind can conceive. To say there is not a brighter side would be' false; but to say that the light is in the ascend ency would be equally untrue. Who can tell the thoughts of Brutus when he drove the treacherous dagger into Caesar's body! As Shakespeare makes Antony to say: “This was the un kindest cut of all, for Brutus was Cesar's friend.” Who can tell the feel ings of Antony when deserted by Cleo patra at the fatal naval contest at Actium. Forsaken by the woman for whose love he had given a kingdom. The truth would seldom be read or hardly appreciated were it written in literature, hence our most popular writers use heroes in order that their readers may find pleasure in reading of characters whose very rarity in actual life renders the pleasure derived from perusal. Kind reader, did you ever cast up the column of good thoughts and intentions, produced by reading, which died before maturing? Cast up those matured, and note the small minority. In their writings the French are real istic. You will hear many refined peo ple (refined has as equally wide a con struction in the English language as the word diplomacy) criticize the mis anthropical Frenchman for saying: “Man has all the attributes of a dog save that of faithfulness.” Still, if we consider the world wide betrayals of trust, we may excuse the Frenchman for his comparison. Of all natures a generous one is the most virtuous. Still, generosity is a quantity almost wholly unknown Should you deny the proposition: we will ask you how many suffer and toil in wretched places and even die from exposure and want of food, annually? The street gamins of London. Faris, New York, or any of our cities, have but few T hands held out to elevate them. Were it left to the property holders in the United States to cast ballots for public schools and charities, we fear there would be but few of those institutions. We certainly care but little for the things which effect others vitally; sel fishness and egotism are the principal components of man. Having made ourselves masters of the world, we lay tribute upon all living creation, and, not satisfied with this, we prey upon the weak and lowly of humanity. Such was the case B. C. 1,000, and such it is A. D. 1895. We have heard orators declaring from the house tops the glori ous boon of American citizenship, and day after we have seen the instruments of these men carrying out their orders at an election. The greatest essential quality a man should possess who wishes to succeed in life, either financially or socially, is correct judgment of human nature. To some, flattery must be given; to others, persuasion; and to others, force is necessary. Few possess this judg ment in a strongly developed condition Texas No. 2.