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Bditedand Published by the Inmates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the l’ost Office at Stillwater. Minn., Second Class as Mail Matter. This paper will be forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued and all arrears are paid. Should TUB MIRROR fail to reach a subscriber each week, notice should be sent to this office, when the matter will be attended to at once. Contributions solicited from any and all sour ces. Rejected manuscript will not be returned. TUE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year ------ SI.OO Bix Months - ----- .50 Three Months ------ .25 To iDrnates of penal institutions. 50 cts. per year. Address all communications. Editor. Thk MIRROR. Stillwater. Minn. THE niHKOR is a weekly paper published in the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded ih 1887 by the prisoners and is edited and man aged by them. Its objects are to be a borne newspaper; to encourage moral and intellectual improvement among the prisoners; to acquaint the public with the true status of the prisoner; to disseminate penological information and to aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever been the bar sinister to a fallen man’s self-redemption. The paj>er is entirely dependent on the public for its financial support. If at any time there should accrtie a surplus of funds, the money would be expended in the interests of the prison library. W k arc indebted to Xoyes Bros., ami Cutler. Wholesale Druggists of St. Caul, for a large package of English, French and Norwegian Almanacs, which we will see distributed among the inmates. Ai, ways interesting, the National Printers .Journal, of Chicago. .January issue, is unusually so, containing as it does a full account of the executive committee of the National Editorial Association at Chicago, and an ex haustive history of the Buffalo Cour ier. together with mar.y sound articles from the pens of practical newspaper men. Every newspaper oflice should have a copy of this excellent journal. Amonu the notable articles in the San Francisco Aryonaut for .January 28,1895,are “The Higgins Wells Mahat mas: How they Did Up Mr. Calkins to the Tune of Three Burros,” by Edmund Stuart Koche: “One Woman's Story.” a review of “George Egerton's new book, “Discords:" “Anecdotes of Grant," an installment of personal remi niscences by Colonel Thomas F. Robb, U. S. V.: and letters from New York and London. The Mirror would call the attention of all those who are in arrears for sub scription. to the notice we send out this week, and we would be pleased to have the same acted upon immediately. We expect to get our own press this spring, and must have the money, as we are entirely self-supporting. We tind it quite inconvenient to get around among all our deliquents, in person, and hustle for the dollars due us: yet we feel sure you will all come to time quite gracefully. Harriet Beecher Stowe must have had reference to us. boys, when she uttered these words: “When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you. and it seems as if you could not hold out a minute longer, never give up then for that's just the place and time that the tide'll turn.” We're in the tight place sure enough, and everything looks dark and dreary to many of us, but the worst of it is. we've got to hold out several min utes whether we wish to or not: yet we must never loose courage. The darkest cloud has its silver lining: and patience, good resolutions, and an un dying faith in almighty God will force the turn of the tide, and our life bark will sail on smoother waters if we but keep our grip on the helm of truth.. honest v. and manhood. Tiieuk are but two avenues open to the ex-convict, work or crime; and the reform that directs its efforts along the line of placing the convict at that class of work that will he of benefit to him when he is again permitted to join society should meet with the hearty co operation of all men who have the in terest of their fellow human beings at heart. The problem of what shall we do with the criminal class, or more properly speaking, that portion of the human race who have violated the laws and are undergoing punishment in our penal institutions, for all convicts are not criminal through natural inclina tions, is agitating the public mind, and taxing the ingenuity of our legislators; and it seems, judging from the press, that the solution is a hard one to un ravel. And why is this so? Simply because people have not given sufficient study as to what constitutes the proper labor that the States wards should be assigned to,andare willing to adopt any method prescribed by those who have selfish motives, or to placate a small por tion of people who raise a hue and cry against the least encroachment on their particular trade or calling. It is a fact as well settled as time itself, that “idle ness breeds crime, disorder and insan ity,” and in order to eradicate criminal thoughts, the mind must be diverted by good healthy employment; employ ment that will occupy the brain power as well as the physical power of man, and to no class of men is this kind of work so desirable as to those who are deprived of liberty. Penned up day after day under strict dieipline: motion less during eight or ten hours out of the twenty-four, is it to be wondered that a man so situated, realizing that the hours of his life are gradually slipping away, and at the end of one two or possibly ten years he shall be thrown upon the world no farther ad vanced than when, in an unguarded moment, he committed the act that brought him to his present position, breaks down, loses his reason, and is condemned to death ? Yet such will be, is the condition of the convict in several penal institutions at the present day. Is this law? Is this justice? Ifso.it is a mistake to fancy the world is pro gressing. The darkest ages tells no more wretched tale. No judge ever yet sentenced a prisoner that he did not ex press the hope that he would leave prison a better man. If he be a humane judge, this is his heartfelt prayer. Think you that judges will continue sentencing violators of the law to prisons that make men insane, simply from the inability of prison authorities to properly care for them by being debar red from employing them at labor that will teach them to sustain themselves, that will strengthen them mentally and physically, and return them to society, at least as good as when they were placed in their charge? It cannot be con ceived that they would. And yet. take proper employment away from the con vict and you might as well send him to the asylum at first, for he will soon be a tit subject for one. We see evidences everyday of the terrible effect the want of employment has upon men who are intelligent, who are possessed of minds and hearts susceptible to the best thoughts, whose sole desire is to learn that, which will be of benefit to them when they are again in the world; but with nothing but the gloomy past to occupy their attention, suffering a compulsory inertia, with nothing to ex ercise either mind or body, are rapidly nearing the threshold of imbecility. Why will people be so short-sighted as to put bars against men who are anx ious to enter the world fortified with that which will keep them from future temptations? Is it charitable, is it humane, to, while punishing fellow men for sin committed, place every obstacle in their path towards their de velopment into something better, nobler than their past has been? Is it not cheaper in the end to educate them in some useful industry that will be use ful. and make self-supporting citizens of them and relieve eleemosynary and penal institutions that are taxed to support them, even, if by so doing, their employment contlict with every known trade or occupation of man? A •moments intelligent thought will convince the most skeptical of the truth of this. The underlying princi ple of all Christian feeling toward our fellow-man is, “build him up. do not crush him down." No matter how low man has fallen there is hope for him; and it is a duty society owes itself, for its own protection from the criminal class, to root out the evil in man and make him better; and this can never be done by simply placing one who violates the law behind stone walls and iron bars, then forget him, or fancy that for a few years, at least, society is safe, the man is secure. At the expiration of his sentence he re turns to that society worse than when he was exiled from it. if proper means are not applied to teach him better; and this can only be accomplished by teaching him some useful industry, that will not only convince him that he is supporting himself while in prison, but that he can re enter the world possessed of that, the want of which, perhaps, too often we might say, has placed him where he is—a good use ful trade. The question is a serious one. The future welfare of thousands of human beings hangs upon its proper solution. Society, christanity, humanity calls upon our law-makers to give their hearts best work to the problem; and The Mirror trusts that their best judgment be directed toward the end, that the convict may look forward to a little hope of earth’s enjoyments, and not sink into a lethargy from which they will awaken mental and phys ical wrecks. Life, from the cradle to the grave, has been described as a journey, with pikes and toll houses all along the line at which we must stop and pay our way. Now the question naturally arises, do we get a sufficient return for money and time expended on the journey? Which takes the heaviest toll? that part of the journey in which our lives have been devoted to right doing, or that part which we have de voted to the lusts of the flesh. To the many who are still paying the price of crime were this question asked, they would reply, “the latter is the most costly.” It is more expensive to sin, than to comply with the laws of God and man; and happy is he, who, having started on the right road where every thing was good, stuck to it, and is enjoy ing the pleasure of an honest and up right life. The 3tops on the journey of life are many; here and there a refuge of safety may be found; a grand charac ter may loom up before us, and we become infused with his grand life and struggle to keep, like him, in the paths of virtue and nobility; but the vast majority of stops, the many roads that branch off from the narrow way, lead to vice and folly, pride and fashion, and the multitude drift aimlessly along, too weak to retrace their steps until they are engulfed in the maelstrom of wickedness; until misery, degradation, the poor house, the prison, and the grave ends the earthly journey. Is not the toll a heavy one? Does it pay? Have the pleasures that we have en joyed been worth the price? These are questions, that we, who have reached the prison end, may well ask ourselves. Again we may ask can we not recover from the wreck? Experience has taught us that we have taken the wrong road through life. We know all the avenues that lead to shame and degra dation. We know our short-comings and we have reached one of the inevi table ends of misspent lives, the prison. God in His great wisdom will give many, perhaps all of us here, another chance. Again the sun in all its bright- ness will shine upon us. Again life with all its possibilities, its ups and downs will lie before us when we go from prison walls; will we use this experience s<3 dearly purchased to make that life more beautiful, more useful to ourselves and society, or will we, with eyes wide open go on with the old life, with sure and terrible retri bution, a continuation of our present miserable condition ? This question remains with ourselves to solve. The best efforts of the best people on earth will avail us nothing if we do not begin ourselves and prepare the ground for them to work on. There is no power can overcome the human heart without some effort upon the part of its possessor to become worthy of the consideration of those who would make man better, life worth the living. We cannot say “help me 1 am weak and sinful" and then remain passive, we must be up and doing. We must look at the picture rellected back to us from years wasted, and, fully realizing our short comings, go into the battle with a determination to overcome all ob stacles that beset our pathway, and we will tind life’s journey smooth, and many pleasures yet to be found: that where the roadside has been strewn with weeds and tares, tlowers will bloom; where once misery, disgrace and hard ship was our portion, honor, respect and love will lie given us. and the sins of the past will be blotted out forever. What a beautiful picture compared with our present environments.* Let us, while here, prepare for this better life; let us go into the world deter mined to avoid the cross roads we en tered in the past, and liberty, honor and manhood will crown our efforts. It has always been a boast, here in America, that our newspaper service is the finest in the world, and that in no other country can be found so enter prising a body of men as the managers of our great daily papers. This is no doubt true; Americans are a reading people; they have long since concluded that life is an onward march; and each individual wishes to know daily whether his neighbor is before, or abreast or behind himself in the pro cession: in order to know this he reads the papers. A half century ago, when the newspapers were fewer by several thousands, and smaller by a great many columns, people studied their con tents less for the sake of the news they contained than for the editorial utterances of the great minds who controlled them. Today the editorial page is always the last looked at, fre quently the only page in the whole paper that remains unread. Very few people care to know what J. Yan lten saeller Smith, the Editor, thinks about a mill between Fitzsimmons and Corbett; what they really desire is a pen picture of the slugging-match by rounds. They would not bank a nickle on the editorial prognostications as to the work of the country’s law makers- -whether the Jaws they frame are wise or unwise; whether they will prove a benefit or a curse to the con stituents of these solons; what the peo ple want is a stenographic report of what is actually being done in the con gressional halls. In a word the people expect at the hands of the press a true and correct report of the actual hap penings of the day, with all poetical clap-trap, all local coloring carefully and conscientiously eliminated. (In fortunately the newspaper field, like many another, is becoming alarmingly overcrowded, and in the great race for supremacy, the one desire of catering to the world’s inordinate appetite, these knights of the quill are frequent ly forced to ‘‘make history,” or in other words, invent news. ()f what earthly use is it for the Morning Star to print the bare, bald statement that •‘the body of an unknown man was found floating m the river,” when the Journal, the Times, the Review, the Eagle, the Clarion and a half dozen other papers will print exactly the same thing? AVhy announce the simple fact that a dwelling on lower third street was burned to the ground, when every reporter in the city knows it and will surely give it to his own paper simultaneously with the Star. The prime object of the Star's existence in this mundane sphere is to make a livelihood, and with this object in view it proceeds to sell papers by “scooping” its contemporaries how? By inventing news. Of course the truth is amply told, in both of the above instances, when the hare facts are recorded; but what is to prevent the Star from saying that the stiff found in the river met with foul play; that the burned dwelling is the work of an incendiary; and to darkly hint that “we have it on the word of a local tough who does not wish his name to come before the courts etc?” Nothing. There is no danger of libel tor the reason that no names are mentioned, and even if the Star wishes to be over bold m the matter and give names, there is still no danger, as the libel laws were made for the newspapers not against; and no matter how much they blacken and vilify a character in one issue, they are allowed to white wash it in the next; the retraction de bars any action for reprisal or damages. Would it not be the rankest kind of folly then for any one of the score of daily papers to coniine itself to the strict truth, knowing that every one of its adversaries will print just as much if not more? It has always been a mystery to many why jurors are so frequently excused when they admit haying read about the case being tried; the reason ought to appear quite apposite. The fact of the matter is no great case ever comes up for trial wherein the defendant has not long ago been tried, convicted and hung over again in the daily papers. Ali through the great strike of last sum mer, there was one Minnesota daily that insistantly declared every morn ing. three days after the strike’s in ception: “The back hone of the strike is broken," notwithstanding the fact that its Associate Press dispatches recorded hourly its growing dimen sions and increased fervor. Why did it persistently reiterate this self-con fessed lie? Simply in order to be ahead of its contemporaries who had an equal right to publish the truth. The actual trouble with the news papers of today is that the held is over crowded; not only with legitimate news gatherers but with venal outsiders, who enter the arena only for the purpose of coining money therein. All these latter care for is the means to an end which the profession furnishes. They cannot be sent to the penitentiary for publish ing untruths, even when they know them to be untruths; they cannot be expatriated for praising to the skies a dishonest and corrupt candidate for political favor, since there is no law forbidding hero-worship of this kind, and the candidate in question has bar rels of money to spend on such adver tising. The work such a journalist en gages in is infamous beyond a doubt, but it contains no illegality, and he is looked upon by the world as an honest upright citizen when he is in reality a scoundrel in disguise, a felon at heart, whowitholds from actual crime simply through fear of the punishment it en tails. Against this audacious knave, with his varied devices and subter fuges the legitimate journalist is asked and expected to contend. Is it to be wondered at that he finds truth, hon esty and fairdealing the weakest kind of foils against so unprincipled a con testant, and is forced either to abjure earlier tenets and employ like arts, or abandon the field altogether ? Some men worship their ideals; others only their idols. Imagination seems to be an essential working factor in a noble life. Litepapy j^otes. There could no titter nor more inter esting commemoration of the death of Robert Louis Stevenson than that made in J fcClnre's Magazine for Feb rurary. With pictures of Stevenson's South Sea life and home, and portraits of Stevenson extending from his baby hood to within a year of his death, and including a reproduction of the beauti ful photogragh by Sir Percy Shelley, is given, tirst, an account by a personal friend who saw him off from San Fran cisco on his sailing to the South Sea and establishing himself in Samoa, and then tributes from his fellow-Scotch men, and in some sort disciples J. M. Barrie, S. R. Crockett, and lan Maclaren. Intimately allied with him as these three writers were by nationality, vo cation. and affectionate regard, their word in his death has an especial appo siteness and value. Mr. Barrie’s is a .poem, very happy and original in con ception. and strongly executed. An illustrated article by Alexander K. McClure, editor of the Philadelphia “Times, ” shows by anecdotes and let ters that Lincoln, of whom Colonel McClure was an intimate friend, exer cised personally the full powers of a military commander in the earlier part of the war. and showed the compre hension and mastery of a great genera! in military details. The Merfnre Na poleon series deals, in the Februrary number, with that most splended epoch in Napoleon's career, when he was lighting the battles of Austerlitz .lena, and Friedland, and tixing boundaries and supplying sovereigns for the states of Europe pretty much according to his own will. Miss Tarbell relates the history with admirable lucidity and' compactness, and the portraits, battle scenes, and other pictures, all after paintings by noted artists, give special vividness and reality to the story. A recently discovered portrait of Napo leon. by the American artist .John Trumbull, who spent much time in France, and probably had opportun ities of seeing Napoleon, is reproduced. There are also reproductions of a re markable wax cast of Nopoleon’s face, made secretly, the night after his death, by one of his attending physicians; and the history of the cast, which has been most romantic; it is told by Baron, de St. Pol, who served a time as pri vate secretary to Napoleon 111, and, as such, had the cast under his personal care. The new Scotch writer, lan Mac laren, contributes an excellent short story; and there is another story from the Pinkerton archives, by i'leveland Moffett, “The Rock Island Express Robbery.” Are We Well-Mannered i 1 suppose no one of us likes to be told that we are not well-mannered, writes Mrs. Lyman Abbott in the February Ladies' Home .Journal. Vet. what one of us is free from all charge of misconduct? Ido not refer to those lapses from etiquette which are the re suit of ignorance of those unwritten rules of society which every commun ity makes for itself, but to a disregard of those social laws which have theii foundation in character. And. after all how many of the much sneered-at ordinances which politeness lays upon us are really founded on deep and nob!* principles. Courtesy is but the expres sion of kindness. Table manners are much transgressed, not simply by eating with the knife and drinking from the saucer, not by offending the taste, hut by wounding the heart by sarcastic and contemptuous remarks thoughtlessly uttered, and quite as often, by indiffer ence and inattention. One may say that the heart should not be wounded so easily, but if the heart be hardened so that it does not feel wounds it will soon become too hard to feel and ex press sympathy. THE BEAUTIFUL ROCKIES. Tliey Contain the (Grandest Scenery and tiie Richest Cold Mine* in the Known world. 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