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Edited and Published by the In mates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the Post office at Stillwater, Minn., M second-class mail matter. This paper will be forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued and all arrears are paid. Bhould 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 all souues Selected 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 MIR KOK 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. ALL PERSONS receiving copies of THE MIRROR wlio are not on our regular lists will please consider such as sample copies. If, after reading, you conclude that THE MIRROR is worthy of patronage send your name to this office for a trial subscription at rates as pub lished above. POPE LEO Nil I ARCHBISHOP IRELAND. Amongst the good and holy men of the present day, stands conspicuously forward the name of Vincenzo Joachim Pecci, he was born on the 2nd day of March 1810, at Carpineto, in Italy; his father was Count Louis Pecci, one of a very ancient and noble family. To-day our hero is none other than the Holy Father Pope Leo xiii. The glorious reign of this holy man and Pontiff shines through the mist of earthly troubles and clouds. His great ness. his goodness, has endeared him to the hearts of all people’s and kindreds and tongues. He is beloved by friend and foe. He outshines the luminaries of his age as the sun outshines the stars of heaven. At the age of eight years he entered the Jesuit Col lege at Yiterby, and remained there until the death of his sainted mother, “May she rest in peace.” Then it was that he entered the Jesuit College at Home. He was earnest in all his studies, exemplary in his conduct, and of a gentle and open-hearted nature, his winning ways made friends for him, and he was beloved by, both students and professors. After completing his classical study, he entered the ecclesiastical state, and he was raised to the Holy Priesthood on December 23d 1837. He gained favor under the Holy Father Pope Gregory xvi, and was appointed to serve in many very important offices, and in con sequence of his faithfulness and marked ability he was consecrated bishop in 1841, and then in 1846, he was appointed archbishop of Perugia. The education of the young was among the dearest objects of his life. He established schools and seminaries for the education of young men for the priesthood, and also labored with wonderful suc cess, in introducing into his dio cese the Ladies of the Sacred Heart. All his labor, all his work, was done for the honor and glory of God, and as a reward for all bis labor he was appointed car dinal in 1853 by Pope Pius ix. Finally Almighty God rewarded him for his fidelity, and earnest zeal, and on February 20th a. d. 1878, he was elected Pope, and he took the name of Leo xiii, in honor of Leo xii, for whom he had much veneration. Pope Leo, exalted to the throne of St. Peter, has directed his in fluence over the whole universe. He has gained the love of all man kind, he breaths his blessing, and all men feel his love, he is the vicar of Christ, he is the repre sentative on earth of our Divine Lord and Savior. He stands at the open door, having the keys of heaven and hell, whose sins he remits, they are remitted, whose sins he retains they are retained. His duty to God is to bless men, to intercede for them. Oh, the glorious mystery of such a mis sion on earth, to shower the hu man family with blessings from God, and to extend, on earth peace, good will toward man, let us strive to emulate his holy ex ample. Here in our midst we have his prototype, in the person of Archbishop Ireland, a man, fearless among men, walking in the path that Almighty God pre ordained that he should walk in, and truthfully may it be said that Archbishop Ireland, is the leader of Catholicism in America. “He is the American Catholic,” beloved by all. Let us follow, yes let us do more than follow, let us hope, and pray that he may one day become the successor of Saint Peter and occupy the chair of the Sea of Rome. Read and pass The Mirror to a friend During the last Presidential campaign, when the nation was convulsed with the mental strain of one of the most momentous questions, when the rich and the poor stood apart, and no man knew his friend, when the public press poured out its anathema, against all of those who did not accept the views set forth in their own publication. AVhen father stood against his son, and family stood against family, when the whole of this mighty nation in wonderment awaited the result. Then it was that foreign nations looked on, and saw the folly of our people yielding our hard-earned dollars, to make foreign nations rich. It was well understood that the bi-metallic question would die a premature death, and that the single gold standard men would elect their President. The result was a foregone conclusion. It is true the silver question was on the tongue of all people some of whom sincerely thought that it was ne cessary to remonetize silver and to proclaim a bi-metallic monetary system, not only in this country, but throughout the world. Under these circumstances it is not to be wondered at that the national problem, became a fanatical ques tion One party claiming that the single gold standard was the only savior of the nation’s honor, and the other party demanding the remonetization of silver to save the people, and on election day a. d. 1896, the question was settled, and the public vote denoted its requiem mass for the departed issue. Now in our calmer moments we may consider the question. In 1894-5 Russia purchased $375,000,000 dollars worth of bar silver of standard fineness, and sending it to the French mint, at Paris minted it into coin, it be came $750,000,000 dollars. By this operation the Russian govern ment made just $375,000,000 dollars over and above their actual cash on hand, and no system of intel ligent bookkeeping could make a truthful statement without show ing the fact that the people had been imposed upon to the extent of $375,000,000 dollars. The Rus sian Budget stated that they had $750,000,000 of silver coin, and it was issued to the people at par. The question we desire to consider is, why do our producers sell to foreign customers at a reduced price low enough to enable them to double th j ir value by mintage. When we knew what the purpoie is that the silver is wanted for, why do not our producers put the priee up, and if there be any ob jection to this operation why not pass their silver bullion through a corporation, who will be able to hold it until the price will ad vance by a healthful demand. And if that cannot be done, then why not levy a duty on all silver bar exported for mintage purposes, high enough to make the silver dollar worth a dollar, this duty need not apply to silver used in the fine arts, or in trade and com merce, it should apply only to silver bullion intended for export for mintage into coin money, and in this way our countrymen would get the full value of their product. What Russia did, France and England and other countries do, systematically flooding their peo ple with money at par, which costs their respective governments only fifty cents on the dollar. This is a stright pointer and may be the Hon. Wm. J. Bryan will use it for his plank-o-planks. Subscribe for The Mirror SI.OO per annum Some men acquire fame and immortalize their name by good fortune, some again immortalize their name by evil fortune. Why this must be so no man knoweth, all we can say is that: God moves In a mysterious way; His wonders to perform. Some men are seemiagly born with a silver spoon, while others get the hard knocks. But to those who suffer there is a rich and glorious reward, in the far eternal beyond, a blessed home in the mansion prepared for them from the foundations of the earth. If it were not so suffering would cease to be a blessing. From Davids line was born a boy, and they called his name Jesus, and at His name every knee shall bow, both in heaven and in earth. He lived a quiet and humble life, He toiled in the heat and burden of the day, as do all of those who earn their daily bread by thesweet of their brow, when He became old enough to stand before His judge, then it ivas, that He gave up his life to fulfil the destiny set before Him. All who believe on His Holy Name, believe also that after his death, that He decended into hell and spread the glad tidings of redemption to the lost souls, in prison, He passed through this firey ordeal for a term of (3) three. Then He rose again accoring to history, both sacred and profane. By this holy example He sets before us, the fact that if we de scend into a place of punishment, in this world, that it may be the means necessary to bring our proud and stubborn heart, to the state of humility so necessary be fore any one may become a Saint, or a holy man. Let the public voice jeer and laugh you to scorn. If you have indeed the true love of God in your heart then you need fear no evil, for God will sustain you, and he will raise up friends for you, out of what may appear to be utter darkness. Therefore do not be afraid, do not be disconsolate, but enter more fully into the love of your creator. Trust Him; try and serve Him; pray to Him earnestly, always; do not quit, but keep on praying and asking Him to help you, and if you will—never fear, He will hear your prayer. He will harken unto your voice, He will come to your rescue, and in your flesh you shall surely see God, and He will give you His blessing. Advertise in The Prison Mirror. FAT DRGIHHERS GETTING RARE. “This business ain’t what it used to be,” sighed the shoe-house drummer, who was tall and thin and solemn looking and might have been taken for either a min ister or an undertaker. “It’s going to the dogs/’ “What’s the matter with it?” inquiied his sympathizing friend. “The matter with it?” echoed the shoe drummer. “Matter enough. Look at me.” “I could look at you with better effect were we to adjourn to the cafe.” “Oh, hang it all, man, I’m not joking.” “No more am I. This weather does not admit of jokes. Spiel on.” “What I was going to say,” con tinued the shoe drummer, “is that no one would take me for the traditional knight of the gripsack, a representative of the great com mercial interests of this country.” “Possibly not,” agreed the sym pathizing friend. “But why wouldn't they?” “I’m too thin,” answered the drummer in a doleful voice. “Thin?” said the sympathizing friend, lifting his eyebrows. “What in the name of the three witches has that to do with it?” “Everything,” groaned the shoe house drummer. “What’s your ideal of a commercial traveler?” “A rubicund, cheery-faced fellow with an engaging smile, an in fectious good humor, an explosive joy, a capacity for various vinous, malt and spirituous liquors, con trolled only by the limits of the expense account, and a fondness for Rabelaisian anecdote.” “Exactly,” commented the drum mer. “Do I fill the bill?” “Well, to be frank, old man/’ laughed the sympathizing friend, “you bear about as much re semblance to the ideal drummer as Don Quixote does to Jack Falstaff.” “Now that you are talking,” said the shoe-house drummer, lighting a mulatto stogie, “how many of the fellows you know in this busi ness are fat?” “Not one that 1 know of,” ans wered the sympathizing friend, after he had reflected for a few moments. “Right again,” asserted the shoe house drummer, with a melancholy smile. “Fat drummers are as rare as flamingoes in Florida.” “What’s the cause of this sudden melting of all to solid flesh?” asked the sympathizing friend. “Oh, the revolution in the meth ods of the trade is responsible for it. It used to be that a drummer worth his salt had to be an alcohol immune. He had to be able to drink an intending purchaser un der the table. No wonder he got fat. But times have changed. A fellow who makes any money in these degenerate days can’t afford to cultivate an artistic thirst; and what’s more, he’s got to be a blooming parlor entertainer.” “A what?” gasped the sympa thizing friend. “A parlor entertainer —a pres tidigitator—a conjuring chump— savvy ?” “I think I do,” said the sym pathizing friend, faintly. “Well, that’s why the business is going to the dogs,” continued the shoe-house drummer, in a bitter voice. “A fellow isn’t able to sell a bill of goods in the country now without hypnotizing the mer chant and reeling off a dozen tricks. Oh, I’v been at it a year now, and I am one. I make dollar bills change into tens. I change a queen of clubs into an ace of hearts, and everywhere I go I give gratis exhibitions of my skill.” “I should think that there’d be lots of fun in it,” said the sym pathizing friend. “Oh, yes, ther’s no end of fun in it,” replied the shoe-house drummer, wearily. “That’s what I thought at first. All the boys who were going in for slight of hand in order to attract customers told me that there was more fun in taking half dollars from a man’s nose than in taking that same man out for a high ball. But I’ve changed my mind. You don’t want to believe those boys r They are willies if they spring that gag on you. I’ve got enough presti digitation in mine.” “How so?” “I was working the slight-of hand racket up in Rochester a few weeks ago,” began the shoe-house drummer, but the sympathizing friend interrupted him. “I thought you only practiced your arts in the country?” he said.. “Oh, well, it’s the same thing,” remarked the shoe-house drummer, with a shrug of his shoulders.. “The only difference between Rochester and other country towns is that Rochester owns a part of the Board of Arbitration. But, as I was saying, I was doing the ‘king-pin-of-necromancy’ act, and thought I had the proprietor of one of the big shoe stores there dead to rights. He was dead easy, and I just put the cold clappers on him for good.. Never saw a man so astonished, in all my life. I jugged away cards,, coins, hand kerchiefs and pencils as easily as an alligator swallows doughnuts. He just goggled his eyes on me and gasped whenever I made any thing disappear or reappear, and I had him put down in my little book for a couple of thousand plunks. But. I didn’t rush in and uppercut him and take chances of being accidentally put out. No, sir, I fiddled around in good old Jim Jeffries style and kept him. guessing. Finally I saw my open ing and I sailed in. ‘Here/ says I, producing a silver dollar, ‘is a genuine specimen of the current coin of the realm, vintage of ’92. and I tossed it on the counter to prove that it was all wool and a - yard wide. The proprietor looked at it closely and said it was all right. ‘Right you are,’ says I’ and I put it on the tips of my fingers. “You’re certain this is a genuine spondulix,’ says I. “‘I am/ says he; ‘do your worst.’ “ ‘Now watch me close,’ says I “ ‘l’m all eyes,’ says he. “ ‘Then put out your hand,’ says I, as solemn as a man who reads the comic supplements of a yellow journal. “He held out his paw, and I tossed the dollar into his palm, and the old fellow clutched it like a lobster clawing gravel. I smiled like I fancied Keller would have smiled in a similar situation. ‘You’ve got the dollar in your hand?’ I asked. T have,’ said he, ‘and I never let go of a dollar once I get my hand on it.’ ‘Open your fist,’ I commanded. The old cur mudgeon spread his fingers open slowly, and, presto! there on his palm was a twenty-dollar gold piece. “‘A capital trick,’ he exclaimed; ‘a capital trick.’ “‘I think so myself,’ I said com placently. “ ‘But what’s become of the dol lar?’ he asked. “ ‘Oh,’ I answered jauntily, ‘that was transmitted into gold by the power of my art. “ ‘So,’ he said, slipping his gold i piece into his pocket, ‘that beats Billy Bryan’s scheme for making money. It’s a sort of 20 to 1. scheme.’ “ ‘Here, give me back my money,’ I gasped. “ ‘Your money,’ he said, with an [Continued on page 3.] i i