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Edited and Published by the Inmates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the Post-office at Stillwater, Minn., as second-class mail matter. This paper will be forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued and all arrears are paid. Should THE MIRROR fail to reach a subscriber each week, notice should be sent to this office, and the matter will be attended to at once. Contributions solicited from any and all sour ces. Rejected manuscript will not be returned. THE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year ------ SI.OO Six Months - - - .50 Three Months ------ .25 To inmates of penal institutions, 50 cts. per year. Address all communications, Editor, PRISON MIRROR. Stillwater, Minn. THE MIRROR is a weekly paper published In the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded In 1887 by the prisoners and is edited and man aged by them. Its objects are to be a home 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 paper is entirely dependent on the public for Its financial support. If at any time there should accrue a surplus of funds, the money would be expended in the interests of the prison library. NOTICE. THOSE receiving copies of Tiie Mir ror who are not subscribers will please consider them as sample cop ies. If, after reading them, you should conclude that Tiie Mirror is worthy of your patronage, send one dollar to this office and we will enter your name on our books for a year's subscription. A man who can smile in adver sity has an option on prosperity. Calling attention to dirt in an other man’s alley will not remove filth from your own. The man who is entirely absorbed in himself is not the only sponge in the apothecary’s shop. In some of our larger cities the proposed tax on bicycles has been viewed by the wheeling fraternity with as little favor as the tacks on cycle paths. Opportunities may come to every man but it is better to go out and look for them—hustle them up in anticipation of their friendly call. The most fortunate occurrence that could befall many men in and out of prison is that they would lose their temper and let it remain lost for all time. A recent authority says: “Pim ples on the nose are frequently caused by indigestion.” Very strange, indeed. That word “In digestion” sounds familiar, but we can't place it. It used to be “Old Oscar Pepper” and “Gucken heimer” that controlled the pro boscis decorating trade in our day. A great many of us should get down on our marrowbones daily to thank a kind Providence, circum stance, chance or whatever we may attribute the luck to, that we do not have to reap all that we have sown. Many a one would hang his head in shame if forced to witness a complete harvest of his folly. The American heiresses who are undertaking the perpetuation of scrofula among the rakes of Euro pean nobility should provide them selves with a copy of England’s Divorce Laws previous to handing their fortune and worldly destiny over to patrician roues. In Eng land a man may be as impure and rancid as the offscourings of an abattoir, but so long as he does not desert his wife or become excessively cruel, the law holds that she must live with him—yea, “honor and obey him.” But, if the woman commits the slightest breach, that is sufficient to pro cure a divorce, provided he wants it. Little details of this kind should be of interest to the daugh ters of our millionaires, and other damsels who are pining for an alliance with titled nonentities. It will be of great interest to the world to know that consump tion, except in its last stage, can positively be cured by expert treat ment in a certain climate. A san atorium for this purpose was erected at Boulder, Colo., a year ago and the results thus far have been truly marvelous. This san atorium was not gotten up as a money-making scheme to bleed the purse of unfortunates. It is owned and conducted by a phil anthropic organization known as the Colorado Medical, Missionary, and Benevolent association. It is now proposed to endow it so that the thousands of indigent appli cants who besiege the management may be enabled to receive free treatment, When it is known that over 200,000 people die yearly in the United States from pulmonary tuberculosis, it will become ap parent that no more worthy object could appeal to the charitably in clined. Considerable credit is due to the Chicago Inter Ocean for the prominence given to this worthy cause in the issue of Monday last. IGNORANCE AS A FACTOR IN CRIME. It is quite evident to many —at least, so they claim—that if edu cation is to be lauded as a deter rent to crime it has proven a rank failure in that crime is presumed to be increasing abnormally. We will not here go into any discussion as to the normal or abnormal in crease of crime. Admitted that crime is increasing regardless of the great progress in educational facilities, the question naturally arises: Is education of the com mon-school order improving in its moral element? We are grate fully proud of the vast facilities now open to American children. The smallest hamlet may now boast of its “little red school house.” But have the changes and improvements in its curricu lum been made with the object of training the moral as well as the mental faculties of pupils? Has as much attention been given to moral training as to “Sloyd”—to manual training? Leaving such questions to the intelligent reader, let us see if ig norance is not the main factor in perpetuating crime and degenerate tendencies. At the present day the ability to read and write is by no means an education. There was a time when the possessor of such meagre accomplishments was looked up to as an educated man. Such time is past, however. In this age it is next to impossible for a man to avoid learning these rudiments. Every man who can saw a board and drive a nail is not a carpenter. The man who can barely read and write, and who possesses no moral training by which to properly guide these is no more an educated man than is the “wood-butcher” a carpenter. Statisticians in making their general reports of crime, assume that every man who can laborious ly sign his name is the possessor of an “education,” and class him as such. Now it is a well known fact that at least half of the in mates of penal institutions should properly be classed as uneducated. There never was and never will or can be such a thing as education, without its concomitant of moral training. A man may be a gradu ate in all the worldly arts taught in our schools, and yet be a moral ghoul, devoid of all respect for the rights of others. While it is manifest that a proper moral conception is usually instinctive with the human race, it is equally well known that un less this moral instinct is guided as the intellect is developed it will retrograde, or be entirely annihil ated by the rank growth of animal passions and appetites which it was originally ordained should be subservient to moral control. Education, in its full sense, is the surest antidote for crime. But the mind and thoughts must be trained in moral ethics as much so as in worldly lore. Moral ignor ance has ever been the inspiration to, and abettor of crime. When the world fully recognizes this fact we may hope for a change in the methods of educating the youth of our land. In all ages up to the present the only general interest in crime or criminals taken by the public was and is whatever enjoy ment might be derived from read ing of their nefarious misdeeds; isolating them and occasionally hanging one. No effort was made to “cure” crime until a compar atively few years ago. Now, how T ever, society is gradually being convinced that crime may be erad icated to a great degree by proper treatment of criminals. The prin cipal means to this end will be in dispelling the octopus ignorance by the refulgent rays of moral education. “ MAKE HASTE, RET GO SLOW !» Paradoxical as it may seem to tell one “to hurry up, yet not to rush,” no truer sentiment has ever been expressed. It embodies the means to the only success that has ever been achieved. When the anomalous phrase is examined closely the simple yet pointed logic it contains strikes the mark with telling effect. It is on the principle of “Fry your steak, but don’t burn it.” The author of this philosophical aphorism w T as a man of our own day, a pioneer editor of this state and a literary worker whose kindly pen v T as ever prolific in aiding the down-trodden. Major T. M. New son was a man who could always see the silver lining to the darkest cloud. He was the life of every assembly of his fellowmen in which he took part, and his pithy say ings always bubbled over with true philosophical wit. Yet in all his writings he never gave utter ance to a short sentence contain ing so much sound sense in so few words as when he said: “Make haste, but go slow!” The cause of a large part of all the misery in the world is due to the headstrong, stubborn manner in which we rush into circumstances and conditions of life without giv ing the slightest thought to what will be the requisite changes in our mode of living. No better illustration of this is needed than the spectacle that daily greets the reader of Klondike news. People are turning their every belonging into cash that they may purchase passage to the new “land of prom ise.” They will not give a second thought to the hardships they are facing. There is gold in the dis tance—that is a sufficient magnet. Do they read of the trails thereto strewn with the bleached bones of others who made the futile at tempt at a wrong season of the year? No; that does not interest them. They see the gold, but not the bones. The men who are waiting at home, who “make haste, but go slow!” will be the ones to ultimately reap the harvest. Klon dike will be but a metaphorical repetition of the Waterloo chasm or roadway that had to be filled with the bodies of men and horses to form a bridge that others might succeed in crossing. In our ordinary duties of life we can find no more appropriate guide than this little apl|orism. We can make haste and vet go slow. Make haste! do Lot srop to lounge, but do stop to "fink. If you were going on a journey afoot to a dis tant point you would never think of starting out in a haphazard way without knowing the proper route to take, would you? It would pay you to go slow, to wait until a reliable guide would direct your steps in the proper path. We have been given brains and a con science as a mental and moral guide. But do we refer to them as often as we should? Had we been advised by them most of us would not be in this place. Had the poor misguided mortals who will ere long be famishing and, mayhap, freezing to death in Al askan defiles, been guided by their brain rather than their vanity and greed, many of them would prob ably live to be prosperous in Alaska under more favorable circumstances. But this is not the first time, nor unfortunately, will it be the last, in which judg ment has .been blinded by greed and the glare of gold. And this, too, notwithstanding the fact that the ones who really reap the gold en harvests are those who “Make haste, but go slow.’* Simon Pokagon, last chief of his band of Pottawatomies, adds his protest, in the American Monthly Review of Reviews for September, to that of Agent Terry and others against the present absurd method of naming the Indians in the West. There is a very funny story in the San Francisco Argonaut of August 30tli under the title “In Borrowed Plumes.” It is from the pen of W. W. Jacobs, the new English humorist, and narrates the experience of a skipper who gambled away all his clothes and had to take his ship home while dressed in his wife's gown. The Home Magazine, published in the interest of the Commercial Travelers Home Association at Bingliampton, N. Y., is rapidly working its way in the lead of pop ular periodicals among the reading public. The September number comes in a prettily designed new cover that was the prize winner in a contest for an original design of cover for this popular magazine. Jas. C. Green of New York is the artist who won the prize, which was conducted under the auspices of the Sketch Club of New York. An article in the September number of McClure’s that gives novel as well as timely information is an account of “Life in the Klon dike Gold Fields,” by a man who has himself had an important share in it for years past. The prover bial “bad” man of the mines, it appears, is unknown on the Klon dike. The miners there enter and work their claims, settle their dis putes. and govern their affairs with out violence or lawlessness. How they live and how they work is very simply and honestly told: and there is some valuable instruction as to routes, proper equipment, and the opportunities of the country, for people who are proposing to settle there. The article is illus trated from a series of recent pho tographs, most of them hitherto unpublished. “Sometimes the characteristic type of the American heroine of fiction is vulgar, sometimes cold hearted, or unkind, or wilful, or indiscreet, but she is never stupid,” writes “Droch” in the September Ladies’ Home Journal. “That is the verdict of contemporary ob servers on the American girl. Whatever she may be or do she always has her wits about her: she is ‘smart.’ While her father de lights in managing factories, stock operations, or railroads, she de lights in managing men. And in every kind of fiction which she dominates the men seem to be uniformly glad to be managed by her. Often in fiction she has been lacking in certain graces—chiefly the supreme grace of tact. But there are signs that our novelists have discovered that the American girl possesses this grace also, and so it happens that today she trails through fiction not only with fine clothes, and a beautiful face, and generous deeds, and witty, if im pertinent, remarks —but there is developing around her a gracious manner, an unconscious simplicity that shows itself in consideration for the weakness of others—in ad dition to that keen knowledge of their foibles which was always hers. What we have yet to hope for is that her wealth or her pov erty may be made less obtrusive and less a significant part of her always attractive personality.” Klondike whisky is sold in tents. The result is usually also intense. —St. Paul Globe. Some men are willing to give their lives for their wives, but their pocket-books are not included. —Up-To-Date. Great Britain has another of her nasty Indian wars on hand. They are something like our own Indian wars, the result of sutlers.—Minne apolis Times. Two dozen old maids in Ottawa, Kan., have organized a brass band. Now we expect to hear that the old bachelors of that town have also gone on a toot. —Lake City Republican. Denver is excited over a dog that smokes cigarettes. We would like to wager that they are not the brand used here on street car platforms. No dog would smoke them.—Min neapolis Journal. Spain’s new Premier says he is going to stand by Weyler. He is likely to find this somewhat diffi cult, owing to the fact that Weyler is on the run a good deal of the time. —Cleveland Leader. A poetess in the Wellesley Mag azine asks her lover to kiss her with his eyes. It is a matter of conjecture whether lie had been smoking cigarettes or she had been reading those microby kiss stories. —Denver Post. It is no use to go to Klondike and freeze “to make a raise” or “make a break.” Go right down on ’change; it furnishes about the same chances, and you can sweat comfortably instead of freezing while the performance proceeds. —lnter Ocean. It is not the absence of anger, but ability to control and to limit it, that we honor in a man. Never to be angry speaks of weakness rather than strength,and supineness rather than energy. —Philadelphia Saturday Eve. Post. The pleasant Turkish pastime of cutting otf the hands and feet of nuns, then tying the unfortunate women to trees and abandoning them, is an evidence of the Moham medan confidence that has grown since the Greek campaign.—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. King Alexander of Servia finds it hard to get a wife of royal blood because his grandfather was a swineherd. And yet a prevailing characteristic of royalty in all times has been the disposition to hog everything in sight.—St. Louis Republic. There is no need of worrying about The Prison Mirror. The object of a paper is “to get there and stay there.” The editor of The Mirror has done that, and there is no need of worrying about him, unless some one wants to. give him a better job.—St. Peter Journal. The one-armed man with brains:, is not much inconvenienced. The one-armed man who has invented a system by which six telegrams can be sent over a single wire at the same time would have accom plished less with half a dozen arms than he has achieved with his one. brain. —St. Louis Post-Dispatch. To avoid mistakes by druggists or the people Germany has a law requiring that all drugs intended for internal use shall be put up in round bottles, and all intended for external use in hexagonal bottles. It would not be a bad law if made general in the United States “ Mistakes in the bottle” have been a frequent cause of death.—Chicago Inter Ocean.