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A STRANGER. I truii the streets I used to tread When all the world was fair; The friends 1 knew from thence had tied. No kindly faee was there Of all the host 1 used to know When youth’s sweet days were bright: No friendly smile on me did glow To till me with delight. J.mig years have passed since 1 was young A rover I had been: The Siren's song to me was sung That led my heart to sin. And from my native liome 1 strayed Across the dark, wide world. The mount of fame my feet essayed But backward 1 was’hurled. \nd now with silver in my hair. With crow's feet round iny eyes. 1 stood one summer morning fair Beneath my native skies. But 1 was all a stranger then, Forgotten and alone: Though ’round me stood a throng of men At home I was unknown. <« >h! crushed my heart was then and sore My soul so desolate: 1 thought that my life in youth had wore A gleam of brighter fate. Blit how how changed, how dark the sky Mow dreary seemed tlie land; No loving glance to meet my eyes No welcome grasp of hand. ■i >li. cruel, bitter thoughts to come Why did I deem it blest l o see once more my native borne. Where 1 had thought to rest. \ud then to see a stranger throng. No one to welcome me: VI v aching heart though cold and strong Breaks with its misery. —w 11 .si • n Hi' vr St i t es ibsgjl^l REMINISCENCES OF HAVANA Now that we read so much of Cuba, j : n connection with the brave struggle j her sons are making for their emanci- 1 pation from the galling yoke of Spain, it might interest the readers of The Mikboji to learn from one who has spent some time in Havana, more of the real character of the island and its •people. The sea for the entire voyage of live j days had been a veritable mill-pond, I scarcely a ripple had disturbed the! plac id surface of old ocean's swell from The time we left abeam Scotland Light ship: and now, on a bright afternoon in early May. from the deck of a Ward Liner, we sighted Fan of Matanzas, a high peak to the west of the city of | Matanzas on the north coast of Cuba. Three hours later we stood within the lee of the great light tower of More Bastle, a giant fortress situated on a high promontory to the left and com manding the entrance to the harbor of Havana. A gun from our port side boomed a salute to the flag of Spain and we entered the harbor and pro ceeded to make fast to a buoy. Only one line, the French Line, having a pier to which ocean going vessels may proceed. The hoisting of numerous Hags on the towers and turrets of Moro Castle, with the booming of cannon, had been a signal to the half asleep populace of Havana that a steamer was entering port; so that as we proceeded up the harbor we were joined by numerous small boats, that came up in the wake, until by the time we had come to a full stop, one could not but compare the great ship followed by a half hundred small boats, to a homely sight common in any duck pond. These boats con tained health officers, custom-house officials and hotel runners, but by far the greater part of them brought vend ers of small wares, in the form of sea beans, sea shells, star fish, sharks’ teeth etc. There were also boats to land the passengers and their baggage at the custom-house wharf for unapeso (sl.oo) each. I have been solicited by the venders of Irish point lace and sham rocks off the coast of Ireland, while our ship hove-to landing the mails, and I have had also a passing acquaint ance with the dealers in second-hand clothing in Baxter St.. New York; but; for persistence and real stick-to-it-ive ness, the fakir and hotel runner of Havana easily wear the honors of their class. This motley crowd having clam bered up the ship’s ladder, it was with the greatest difficulty, amid the confu sion and babel, that 1 finally was able to make a selection of a hotel and ar range to have my baggage sent ashore. Having landed at the custom-house wharf, the formality of examining bag gage was waived for a small considera tion and I was then given over as the rightful prey of the “cabbies” that llocked the narrow street. Upon arriv ing at the hotel I was much disap pointed by its outward appearance: so bidding the “cabby” wait till 1 further investigated, I made the discovery that the interior was in perfect harmony with its exterior. On my return, though gone less than five minutes, I found my .Jehu fast asleep upon the box. Wak ing him by a vigorous shake, he pro ceeded to wake the diminutive animal that in Cuba is called a horse. Driving to another hotel, the Pasaje, I w r as more fortunate and was so<ui comfortably located in a room overlooking the Brand I’la/.a which had been occu- pied on former occasions, 1 was told, by the Comte de Paris, Baby McKee's uncle Bussell and other personages more or less notable. To one from “up north” as in Cuba they speak of the United States the first sight of Havana and its surround ings come as though it were an illusion, for it seems impossible that less than one hundred miles from our own shores one should come upon a land and a people so wholly foreign to anything that is American. The city of Havana lies upon very low ground to the right of the harbor, and from the deck of a vessel presents a very pleasing appear ance. The red tile roofs, and houses painted either a very light blue or yel low, give to it a gala dress, while the numerous domes and minarets. w r ith many traces of the Moorish in the ar chitecture, is certainly very enchanting from a distance. But Havana of my youthful visions, or the beautiful city one sees from the ocean, was not Havana as 1 found it. j With but one or two exceptions the ) streets are very narrow, badly paved j and extremely dirty; resembling in some | respects alleys as found in our own ; cities. No attempt at street cleaning ' was apparent and offal of all clescrip- j tions was permitted to decay and re- j solve itself into the atmosphere of the ; city. The sidewalks were not much j cleaner. The typical Havana residence is two stories in height, built of wood and plastered inside and out. One large door opens immediately off the sidewalk, and the one window in the ground floor is very large, reaching j down to the level of the sidewalk, and is guarded by stout iron bars; in the rear of the house is a courtyard sur rounded by a high wall; in this court yard, growing iu pots or tubs, may be found banana trees, smali palms and other tropical growths. Occasionally a fountain occupies the central space in the courtyard, which, though floored with flagging, constitutes the piazza, lawn, and often the sleeping apartment of the family. The children of the middle and lower class are permitted to run at large, wearing but one garment of dress and, in many instances, en tirely nude until they have arrived at the age of six or seven, when they are sent to the parochial schools. The city lying low and there being only a faint attempt at tides, its sanitary condition is of necessity of the very worst. The water supply, too, is very inferior, much vegetable matter, in a more or less de gree of decomposition, is always pres ent in the water. In view of all this it was not surprising,though quite alarm ing, to learn that there were in the city, at the time of my arrival, forty cases of yellow fever. But this dread disease “IT IS \EYER TOO LATE TO ME\»." STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, JAN EAR Y 80, 1890 is always prevalent in Havana and the wonder is that it lias not long ere this become epidemic ind depopulated the eitv. 1 Speaking of the piasses. they are ap parently without any ambition, and possess but little energy; lazy.shiftless, indolent, careless: the small earnings made in the sugar season or at the cigar factories amply providing the scanty clothing necessary and the inexpensive diet of bread and fruit. Havana at all times presents a holiday appearance. Crowds of men lounge about the drink ing places, sitting beneath canopies at shop doors, smoking the inevitable cig arette and drinking rum. the national beverage, in enormous quantities, while ignorance and viciousness is prevalent. The theatres are open the year round, Sunday notexceptcd. Yaudevillesand varieties of the. meanest order are con stantly before the foot lights, though an occasional troop from Madrid plays an engagement in the circuit of Span ish-American capitals. Bull-fighting has degenerated into cock-fighting, and in this ratio we find a prototype of the degeneracy of the < übun people. Spain with her mighty hand has well nigh succeeded in extinguishing the last smouldering embers of manhood iu this the “Fair Bern of the Antilles.” ll'ONi )< T.AsT. THE MODERN NEWSPAPER Probably never Tefore lias the mod ern newspaper so strongly proven its claim to excellence as during the past year. The world, from one end to the other, has been agitated as never be fore, not only by wars and rumors of wars, but by social and economic dis- j turbances and controversies involving vast interests and millions of dis putants. Within nations, hostile fac tions have wrestled with the new in dustrial problems that come of new industrial methods. As if to add to unprecedented domestic complications, from which no clime or country is ex empt, the horrors of universal war, grave international complications have followed another in quick succession, each leaving a sting and adding to the probability of a conflagration which may at any moment sweep the planet. The China-Japanese war and compli cations growing out of it: the move ment in favor of the construction of the Nicaragua canal; the invasion of Nicaragua by the British: the bloody outbreak of Turkish intolerance in I Armenia: the crisis in the Venezuelan j boundary controversy; and the recent! ! collision between Jameson's English freebooters and the Boers and the in tervention of the kaiser, are occurences which have recently claimed the world’s attention, and it has been the mission of the modern newspaper to enlighten j mankind as to the events, in the order ; of their occurrence their relation te ! the past, their bearing upon the future. ; The task has been well performed, and j if, as a slight compensation for the mis ■ fortunes of the period, there has been a vast addition to the sum of human knowledge, it is because the modern newspaper, as intelligencer, historian, philosopher, jurist, publicist and teacher, lias placed within the reach of millions, day after day, every available scrap of information as to a series of momentous events, transpiring at points widely separated, yet each exer cising an influence upon the great com plex organism called mankind. There has been more history published in the newspapers and that too, in more pa pers, in the last twelve months than before in twenty And it is not able that every line of it is carefully read. Eminent scholars have written brief statements requiring the best ac quaintance with history and the best libraries in their preparation, and the newspapers have given these treasures of learning to their readers. Bright editors and specialists are on the look out for anything that will add to the public information. Arguments are made that would be a credit to any ad vocate before the highest court of our land. All this is at the service of the ordinary newspaper readers. The scope of this history is wide as the earth. It reaches back for 2.'>o years and includes treaties as well as wars: diplomatic correspondence, ge ography old and new, explorations and the biographies belonging to the vari ous periods. It brings out clearly the sources of history and its repositories. All the schools in the country could not in ten years do the work done iu the last two months by the newspapers in connection with the Venezuelan and Transvaal disturbances. This wonder ful school is furnished cheaply and every day according to the wants of the readers. But this is not all. The most astute propositions of international law are discussed and explained. The princi ples governing the courts and rulers of the world are laid bare to the common understanding. The motives that in fluence men in masses are scrutinized, classified and. judged of. There has been nothing like it as an education since the period before the war. and even that was much narrower in its scope. Now. do the readers of the pa pers appreciate this? The avidity with which these grave and complex questions are being studied by the American masses shows that our people are students of no small attainments. It is complimen tary to their readers that the papers are called upon to furnish such read ing matter.--St. Joseph (Mod Bazette. DISCRIMINATE READING. The country being flooded with such | a diversified class of literature, it re-; quires a wise head to select the kind j best suited to elevate the reader. Novel j reading, for instance, depends upon j the character of the author or the j spirit that actuated the writer. There | are many good novel scribes whose 1 moral tone throughout their entire works is better by iar than no reading 1 at all. They carry us through scenes i so lifelike as to leave us morally \ strengthened for future symbols of the ' same kind. The manner of speech j touches our deeper nature and. as with ; the plowshare of truth, turns over in ' our souls the best form by which we j may address ourselves to the learned j people who have thus accustomed their | minds to nature's best charms in giv ing clear cut diagrams of how best to cultivate easy maimers in speech or action. We are taught by those clever novelists not to confide tou much in j strangers, but to wait until we know them. The novel that is clear from imaginary murder traits of disposition, of weird pictures of midnight horrors, tales of love in which the participants fought at daggers’ points fur the heart and hand of some fair one. ending in death of one and the hangman s rope for the other, the mind becomes entwined in doubt while traveling the courseof such a writer. The inference is drawn that love cannot be carried to the proper sphere unless a tragedy happens. The reader thus becomes impressed with dark forebodings and is rendered uneasy in any love affair which may be under consideration. Tales of aimless travels through countries beset with wild beasts and robbers often fascinate the young mind and eause a wandering spirit to possess him. thinking of the lives others have led and the notoriety that came from it. There is an evil spirit thus aroused that often proves too obstinate to be resisted. The false idea is imprinted that one must do something beyond the ordinary line of events to let people know we are here for a high purpose and not to take part only in the every day side of human affairs. Under such as pects we are influenced against our tcduq. ' SI.OO per year. inudvanoa i tKivisa. ( Six Months.» cents. own best interest and liable to drift far from tlie well chosen paths of of those old reliable landmarks so per fect in customs of like nature as to have left footprints worthy of the best of us to be guided by. The more com mon lines of travel are best for us. We see them through from the begin ning and can never make any bad mis take if vve cling to them. Ways that have not been tested by the common line of human life are always more or less dangerous. The boy or girl who places much hope in them will find rough transition and meet many strange events that would cause the heart to flutter with fear until after the chasm is crossed. We should ac custom ourselves to read that kind of literature which gives us information along the line of our chosen business. Hut of course it should be occasionally sweetened or intermingled with other choice matter as would enable us to talk lhiently upon any of the ordinary subjects of the day. Study, read, think. The mind is the center point from which all good and great events ema nate. Cincinnati (().) Knquirer. CAVALIER AND ROUNDHEAD ‘•There is nothing new under the sun," is an aphorism that was written thousands of years ago. hut in this electric age of ours we are wont to doubt it. We look back at our near ancestors with wonder that they could do with so little, and yet enjoy their life to the full, as they seemingly did. Why, in niv memory, 1 can see the tal low candle, and not over a hundred years back the elite of the London world could not stir abroad after dark without their lanterns and linkmen to light their way. But now, even our humblest village boasts its electric plant and its trolley system, and the main street is as light as noonday, as far as safe and sure locomotion is concerned. And as to dress, well surely we have had mutations. The cavalier, in "ye olden time,” was a gorgeous creature in his dress: and with his long flowing curls hanging down his back, and his rubies and slashed sleeves, and trunks, and long hose would produce a sensa tion on a public thoroughfare today. And yet we are slowly but surely mov ing in that strata, and perhaps carrying the other sex incur train. The bicycle costume is evolving, and the clubman, and wheelman, and man-about-town ' now moves about in knickerbockers in i public, even in business hours. Flow | long will it be before the change is | radical? How long before the "style” will rush to the extreme? 'talk about the days of Cromwell, why, until with in the past five years, we have been dressing as the Puritans of old. Sober, subdued colors have marked the dress of the gentleman of refined taste, and never a “Itoundhead” of them all had his hair cropped as it has been the cor rect style to have ours. But the foot ball player has grown his locks, and long hair is "coming back” in style: too soon, perhaps, we will have the per fumed, curled dandies of Charles 11. in our midst, and the woman the new woman -well, 'tis too wide a cast to descant on what they will add to, or perhaps curtail, in the matter of dress. In the light of eternity we shall see that what we desire would have been ' fatal to us, and that what we would have avoided was essential to our well being.—T’enelon. My experience of life makes me sure of one truth, which I do not try to ex plain: that the sweetest happiness we ever know, the very wine of human life, comes not from love, but from sacrifice—from the effort to make others happy. This is as true to me and to you as that my tlesli will burn if I touch red-hot metal.—John Boyle O’Reilly.