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Vol. IX THE JOURNEY OF LIFE I 'li ongh a land that was beautiful, smiling and glad. . , , m.*e metliought 1 was journeying, lonely and sail: , , . l >r the way that 1 traveled, oh. sad is the tale, tlad a wall on each side which I could never scale. And as weary 1 walked in the dust and the heat could see on the hillside a shady retreat, v'at my feet could not stray, although great was my need. ~ And the pain of m> journey seemed bitter in deed. for my brain was atire with the heat and the thirst. Ami the veins of my temples seemed ready to burst. had wandered so far, 1 had suffered it all 'or the things that now mocked me. just over the wall. • here were flowers and bowers, and fruit of the vine, Vntl the peoples’glad song as they pressed out the wine: There was gold of the orange and bloom oi the peach Vo tempt me and taunt me. just out of my reach. jiiiine would pause m their work in those gar dens so fair. And would carelessly cast on the traveler there \ kind look of compassion, of pity i thought. And a word to encourage, my straining ear caught. : di ’twas hard, in the sight of those bowers of bliss. . To be toiling along on a journey like this; far behind was but sorrow, and joy that was dead. , , far away in the future the dreary way led. Had 1 heard not the songs of the singers that wrought. Had l never a sound of their loving wordscaught. Had 1 seen not the flowers and fruitage so rare l had known not the jiangs of a hopeless despair. Tis tlie sight of tlie gladness while walking in clown. , . Tis the beauty that borders the path to the tomb. . , asts the shadow that falls o’er the terrible strife Where the soul is athirst for the waters of life. Tis. O mortal wayfarer, no fancy I see. Tis a lourney that’s traveled by you and by me; tn the'sight of the joys that our spirits would share 1 >o we jrrope in the dust and the gloom of despair. i vo we trust at the end there is rest for the soul? Tis a hope that enlivens and brightens the whole. .1 is all that we have, ’tis our refuge in need. For deprive us of this and we perish indeed. Minneapolis Progress. MAKING CRIMINALS Two great factors make the sum of •tuman life, heredity and environment. By these the character of individuals or of generations is molded. A thief may come from a morally healthy home, nut he is the unhealthy exception, not the rule. As to which of the two pulls the heavier oar students differ. One school gives to heredity, the greater weight, the other to environment. In *he end it comes to the same thing. That bad heredity is responsible for the thief means, when all is said, that the improvement should have begun with the grandfather. It is transmitted en vironment. What we do today then, acquires immeasurably greater impor tance. < >nr concern with environment is not for today or tomorrow, but for all time. First in its intluence for good or bad stands the home, of course. With that corrupted, the well-spring is poisoned. A great Frenchman once said that with out a decent home there could be no family, no manhood, no patriotism. He might have summed it all up in two words —no character. It is the offense of our day that the tendency of its life is toward the destruction of individu ality of character. The crowding of the population everywhere to the cities, to the center of industrial energy, where it has been largely left, so far, to shape itself together as best it might, has destroyed the old home feeling with the home itself. Simultane ously there has come a significant in crease in the number of criminals from the city, and, more significant yet, they ripen earlier. The thieves and thugs of today are much younger than they were. To anyone acquainted wil h tenement house life in a city like New York this j lasting three It's oiler no effectual cannot be a matter for wonder. The barrier to the corruption of the young, old shanty on the rocks had something It needs to be reconstructed on the of a home in it which the best of flats | plan of the three ll’s—the head, the has not of itself, and the poverty-! heart and hand trained together to stricken occupants clung to it, some- make a whole hoy. Many a young times till the rock was blown from thief is a thief simply because the best under them, with a strength of alTec- part of him was never developed. It is tion at which only the thoughtless not that he is so much worse than sneered. The poor tenement is the llat the rest, but simply that the other idea on the scale of the pigeon-hole, j half of him did not get a chance. The Frenchman I quoted had in mind! It never will in a healthy hoy tiil he the experience withagroupof Parisian has a chance of healthy play, in this tenements typical of their kind. There respect our cities have sinned griev were eight of them, and they contained ously. For every dollar hereafter 2.000 tenements in 1,200 rooms. The laid out on parks and playgrounds it is result, says the record it was kept certain that they will get two back. mainly at the police station - was “the exasperation of the tenant against soci ety." How could it have been any thing else? While such burning conditions con tinue to be the rule in the cities the criminal tendency must increase among theydfing. By extraordinary repression or philanthropic efforts its manifesta tion may for a time be checked, but the tendency will remain, soon to assert itself when other cares or dangers oc cupy the public mind and divert atten tion from it. The final destruction of the home, and with it the collapse of organized society as we know it. ought to follow, but I believe that before this point is reached we shall have passed beyond the transition period in which we now are, to a safe readjustment. We shall have accepted city life as a great social fact fraught with possibili ties so long unheeded. The crowds will no longer be allowed to herd as they can. The tenement of today will have ceased to exist. The centrifugal reac tion. that is already making itself felt in the desperate struggle for rapid transit, will have developed, and we shall have found houses again for the people within the reach of their work. The prison returns, I quote from the statistics of the Elmira reformatory, which tell us that 50 per cent, of all the young criminals came from bad and only 9 per cent, from good homes, point out also that 97 per cent, kept bad com pany and only 1 per cent, good company prior to coming. Here we have the street and its idleness, the alternative of the tenement that has no homes and the school in which there is no room. The recent school census in New York showed that there were 50,000 truants drifting about the streets. <>n the crowded east side, to which attention is constantly attracted by its growing class of child thieves, a dozen new schools will hardly supply the existing deficiency. “Malevolence," says the superintendent of the reformatory, “does not characterize the criminal, but aversion to continuous labor." lie is not as wicked as he is weak. He could have been managed, but was left to himself to the tenement and the street. As an instance of the public indiffer ence that is responsible for both tene ment and truant, and more to blame than both, let this serve: Today Ilf months after a compulsory educa tion law, intended to make truancy impossible, was passed, six months after it went into effect nothing has been done to give it force in New York city. No truant school has been pro vided, no machinery for carrying out the law. The announcement that the school census showed this army of young idlers to be abroad stirred no public interest. It filled the space of a stick in the newspapers, which gave columns to the latest sensational mur der and to the collapse of the income tax. for the mischief the 50,000 will do in their generation alone, and to keep them from doing more, New Y"ork will have to pay many times its share of the income tax for jails and courts and costly police machinery. I am convinced that the school itself our management of it—is not blame less. It is stupid, soulless. Its ever- IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEMO.” STILL WATER, MINNESOTA, DECEMBER IS). 1895 The thief and the tough grow naturally enough out of the gutter. Its associa tions. and the exasperation against so ciety that afforded them nothing better, |do the business. The street and the ! gutter were the only playgrounds the j children of the poor in 100 many of our j cities have called theirs all these years. In the school they were stuffed into dark cellars and told to play. In the yard, if there was a yard, the landlord forbade. In the street it was against some ordinance or another. The result j was to smother the play in the boy and breed the mischief instead. Boys must let oil their steam somehow. If the harvest was had. the boy was not to blame. It was only last winter that, | the first open air school pi lyground was authorized by law in New York . city, where 2tKyxVi children attend the ■ I public schools. That laws are made to break, not to obey, is a fact of which the street takes early notice and shapes its conduct ac cordingly. Respect for the law is not going to spring from disregard ot it. The boy who smokes his cigarette openly, in defiance of one law. carries the growler early and late on week days in defiance of another, and on Sunday of a third: observes fourteen saloons clustering around the door of his school in contempt of a fourth which expressly forbids their being there: plays hookey secure from arrest, because nobody thinks of enforcing the compulsory education law, or slaves in the sweatshop under a perjured age certificate bought for a quarter of a perjured notary, and so on to the end, of the long register, while a score of offensive ordinances prohibit him from dying a kite, tossing a ball or romping on the grass, where there is any, can not be expected to grow up with a very exalted idea of law and order. The in difference or hypocrisy that makes dead letters of so many of our laws is one of the constantly active feeders of our jails. And the real dignity of labor, the hardest and most important lesson he has to learn, can hardly be more ap parent to the lad who is crowded into a shop when he ought to be at play than to the one who idles in the street when he ought to have been at school. The one breaks the law, the other has it broken for him. The impression that abides with each is the ease with which the thing is done. The gambling mania and the penny dreadful are evil companions of the street that bear an active hand in mus tering the boy into the ranks of crimi nals. The saloon is their ally, and the saloon is the boy's club as he grows in to early manhood. It is not altogether his fault that he has no other. From it he takes his polities and gets his back ing in his disputes with the police. That he knows is to be despised and de nounced by the sentiment responsible for the laws he broke with impunity all his days, while to him it represents the one potent, practical force of life, is well calculated to add to his mental con fusion as to the relationship of things, but hardly to in crease his respeet for the law or for the sentiment behind it. We need an era of enforcement of law next—less of pretense, more of pur pose. There is one other source of corrup tion of the young in our cities I shall j mention here, at the risk of being mis- i understood the so-called puritanical I Sabbath. lam well aware that a large j number of good people regard this as one of the safeguards ot our nist i tut ions. I know it. on the contrary, to be a fatal stumbling block to thousands of young men. Sunday is the one day of freedom, of enjoyment, of those who work the week through. But anything more des olate and discouraging than Sunday in the tenements of American cities is not to he conceived of. Where there are museums, libraries, they are shut tight, in deference to the day or the false sen timent that has unchristianized it. Playgrounds, pleasure-grounds, there are none within reach of the poor. If there is a park the band that would make it attractive is banished, 'there is nothing left but the dreary street and j the saloon corner to lounge on. Every corner in the tenement district is a saloon corner, and the side door j slams the livelong day. inviting the | idlers in defiance of law and police. It j is idle to say that they could goto: church if they wanted to. for even the j churches have deserted them to follow i the rich to their homes. I»ut even if they had not, what is therein this view of their day of rest and recreation to ! attract them to the churches that up- 1 ; hold it V It is difficult to approach the i | subject at all with any degree of pa i tience in the face of the facts that are i j patent to everybody. We need a Chris- j tian Sabbath to make the Christian; ! faith attractive to the great mass of I our city youth, and to keep them from I going straight to the bad. And by | Christianity 1 mean one that takes ac-! ; count first of the fact that they are men. i and that their lives are dreary and bar ren enough for six days in the week without having all of their desolation compressed into the seventh and drilled into them again. There ought not to be any delay in undoing very old and very grievous wrong. Half of the fight ing and rioting, as half of the drunken ness of our cities now occurs on Sun day. And so it will be until we learn to understand that the Sabbath was i made for man, and not man to tit any , theory of what it ought to be, however , well meant.—Jacob A. Riis. in Sagi : naw, (Mich.) Courier Herald. SUNSHINE AND SHADOW A story goes that on the < >riental Continent, centuries ago. there lived a man in luxury and ease. He was sur rounded by everything necessary to make home comfortable and life happy. He had untold thousands at his com mand; yet he possessed that grasping spirit which inspired him to increase, either by fair means or foul, his im mense fortune. His life had been as peaceful as the gentle flow of the river, his pathway was lighted by the bril liancy of the noon-dav sun, and not a cloud hung over him. Day by day, as he employed unfair means in gratify ing his ambition, he departed farther and farther from the paths of rectitude and holiness, until finally his soul be came black as the soot scraped from the blistered flues of eternal perdition; and he reached that state of moral de linquency in which he could anticipate sin with no repugnance and remember it with no remorse. At length the strong arm of justice dragged him from his palatial residence and placed him within the dark gloomy walls of a prison house to eke out a miserable existence. In that dungeon he was clothed with the mantle of dishonor; he was denied the pure air of liberty and of freedom; and compelled to live and die as the untamed beast behind the bars. Solitary and dejected, recollections of youthful days forced themselves upon him, his mind strolled along the velveted path of recollection, recalling the halcyon days of youth that had winged their way so speedily by—the Tcdmo . t SI.OO per venr. in advance i tHMb. - six Month- mi cents. days upon which the sun burst forth in brightest splendor with not a single cloud to mar the beauty of its presence. Instantly his eyes would turn from the picture to the lonely cell and again stern reality would confront him with all its horrors. There was a small aperture in one of the walls, and through this, the sun beams came for a few minutes daily, making a bright spot on the opposite side of the cell. The prisoner gazed intently upon that little spot of sun- shine which, for the first time, he had learned to appreciate (without the night we could never appreciate the day. i At length a happy thought oc curred to him, and the purpose to im- prove it grew within his soul. (ironing about on the door he found a nail and a stone, and with these rude imple ments he began work upon the white portion of the wall. Working a few minutes daily, during which time the prison was lighted, he at length suc ceeded in bringing out upon it a rude sculpture of Jesus suspended on the cross. Then, although he was surround ed by scenes of intense sorrow and deepest gloom, the presence of the Sav ior cheered him every day. As long as his life was idled with sunshine, he neither feared God nor regarded man, but when the clouds appeared and the shadowy mists gath ered about him, his thoughts at once reverted to Him who alone is life and light. Man's life, then, should not be one continuous stream of pleasure; his pathway should not lead through pas tures green, where upon either side are rare and fragrant flowers; but | should be strewn with thorns and this i ties, be rough, rugged and troublesome; ! for when great clouds of strife gather i about us, and sorrow dark as midnight ! hovers around our soul, we will hug j our troubles closer to our bosom and dream of God. It is indispensably nec essary that we have some trouble, for it is sorrow and afflictions that tend to bring out the grander, the nobler, and the higher elements of man’s character. They touch the tender chords of that mysterious instrument, the soul, and play the heavenly music that thrills through the cry of every Christian sor row. Man cannot understand all the intri cacies and mysterious workings of Providence, he cannot look into the visitations of the Almighty and at once detect His design: there are inci dents connected with the lives of all men, which, viewing them from a hu man standpoint seem sad and unfor tunate; yet they only prove blessings in disguise. As the brightest bolts are hurled from the blackest clouds, so the sweetest pleasures and most lasting benefits come from the saddest events The lofty mountain peak which towers into the blue ether above is the first to greet the gentle rays of the sun as it appears on the eastern horizon, and the last to bid it adieu as it sinks down beneath the western waves; but upon | that mountain peak is nothing but barrenness while in the shadowy vale below is verdure and fruitage. So man’s life requires both sunshine and shadow, that the higher and nobler elements of his character may be de veloped. -O. L. Trahern. in The Tran sylvanian. BAM S HORNS The devil is still making some people believe that they can serve <!od with out belonging to church. The man who can pay his debts and won't do it, would steal if lie could do it without being locked up. Some people show that they are not on the way to heaven by what they tell others they must do to get there. It is a common temptation with the Christian worker to think that God has called him to raise the dead to be gin with.