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Edited and Published by tbe Inmates of tha Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the post office at Stlllwaier, Minn., as 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 all sources. 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 communication. Editor PRISON MIRROR, Stillwater, Minn. THE MIRROR is a weekly paper published in the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded in 18S7 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 tho 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. Alii. PERSONS receiving:, copies of THE MIRROR who 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 published above. There is nothing un-American in the reception which is being accorded Prince Henry wherever he stops on his tour of this country. It does not show a monarchical tendency in the least. The prince has shown himself a good fellow, as well as a gentle man, whenever he had tbe opportunity, and the American people are always glad to welcome good fellows and take them around and show them things. A state home for confederate veterans is to be established near Montgomery in Alabama, and when it is completed it will shelter a number of old soldiers who are now in the Montgomery county poorhouse. The idea is a good one. Every southern state ought to have such an institution, —many of them have already—for while the confederate soldiers were rebels in the eyes of the government, they were fighting for what they believed to be the right; they were always Americans, and no old soldier should want for the necessities of life in this country. The Clan-na-Gael held a meeting in New York the other evening at which Senator Tillman was the principal speaker. The press report of the gathering says that resolutions were adopted condemning England’s polioy, deprecating entangling alliances by the United States with European nations; sym pathizing with the Boers; protesting against tbe United States government allowing England to use +he United States ports for the fitting out of vessels in which to ship horses and mules, and pledging the people of Ireland hearty support in their struggle for freedom. They must have had a pretty active time while it lasted. As a general proposition the saying, “knock and the world knocks with you, boost and you boost alone,” is regarded as an eternal verity by that species of biped known as the newspaper paragraph er. Ralph W. Wheelock, of4he Minneapolis “Tri bune,” is the exception that proves the rule. Mr. Wheelock never goes out with his hammer after any body; if he doesn’t like a man he simply lets him alone —passes him up, as it were—but when he finds anything worthy of commendatioij he doesn’t to commend it. Mr. Wheelock doesn’t gush nor “slop over” in his writing, and one can always find something worth while remembering in his columns. What he says is to the point, cheery and dignified. Under ordinary circumstances we would charge Mr. Wheelock three dollars a line for this notice, but as it is quite unsolicited we doubt if he would see it that way, and so refrain from billing him. Over in Wisconsin, at the Sign of the Old Chestnut Tree, is published a cute little pamphlet magazine called —save the mark! —the “Philosopher.” It is entered at the post office as second class. The pair of Spinozas who are responsible for the maga zine are pipe smokers; between them several pages of a recent number were filled with the delights of the pastime, and many things were said on the sub ject that quite escaped the mind of Mr. Barrie. What the pipe is charged with when these Platos sit down to discuss it, is something the readers of the “Philosopher” may form their own conclusions about. This, however, is a digression. What The Mirror wishes to do is to call the attention of its subscribers to the following philosophic reflections on criticism which emanated from the Sign of the Hollow Chestnut Tree in the state of Wisconsin: “We have no right to paint a picture unless we can paint We have no right to sing a song unless NOTICE. we can sing. We have no right to act a part unless we oan act. We have no right to indulge in literary composition unless we have the ability to compose. In all tfiese things we may have the best of inten tions, and may devote to them the most earnest effort. But unless we can accomplish we should not attempt,” It is quite evident that the gentlemen do not use the word “we” in its editorial sense. They should be careful, however, or their readers may misunder stand them. Another step toward the pacification of the Philippines has been accomplished—Lukban, the Tagal leader of the insurgent troops in the island of Samar has been captured and is being held as a prisoner by the American forces. It now remains to be seen whether the Samar insurrection was a “one man” rebellion —as Stephen Bonsai says it was in a recent number of Collier’s weekly—or whether it is deeply rooted in a native antipathy to the American race. At any rate, a most dangerous man has been captured. Lukban has brains and knows how to employ them to his own advantage, and it may be that means will be found to persuade him to bestir himself in favor of the Americans. No one, not even the most ardent anti-expan sionist, credits him with being a patriot; and a man of his ability and nimbleness could soon be brought to see the error of his former ways and alleged be liefs —provided, of course, the proper arguments were used. A comparatively small number of proc lamations from Lukban’s versatile pen inflamed Samar and enlisted it in the cause of Aguinaldo; since then the insurgents have undergone suffering, and one cannot doubt but that the captured leader can persuade them to lay down their arms. And he probably will do so, for such is the nature of the heroic “little brown man.” A movement is on foot to have the Federal government acquire the city of Jamestown, Va., the location of the first English settlemlnt in America, as a national park. The matter has been agitated for some time by the American Scenic and Historic Preservation society, and Representative Robert M. Nevin introduced a bill in congress with this end in view last week. Jamestown is situated on an island in the James river near its mouth. It was originally on a penin sula, but the river has worn a channel through the neck and now the island is more than two hundred feet from the mainland. Almost all of the ancient city has been buried beneath the waves or by the debris washed up by centuries of spring freshlets. The only relics of the early settlers that now remain are an ancient church tower, surrounded by the graves of its builders, and the crumbling walls of a few old mansions, all of which are daily threatened with destruction from the river. A farmer and his family are the only inhabitants of the island. Jamestown was founded May 13, 1607, or about three hundred years ago, by Captain John Smith and a small band of British colonists. After almost incredible hardships and suffering—cannibalism playing its part—the foothold of the adventurers was assured and a prosperous city was established. It was the radius of American civilization. It furnished brave men during the - French and Indian war, its inhabitants were patriots during the Revolution, and it was the scene of important operations during the Civil War. By a comparatively small amount of money, the ravages of the elements may be checked and this historic spot preserved, and it should be expended by all means. Anything tending to cherish noble traditions in a raoe is beneficial. Marconi’s most recent feat of wireless teleg raphy makes transoceanic communication by that method an assured thing. It is now certainly past the experimental stage, and the cable companies may well tremble for their laurels. Dispatches were re ceived on board the steamship Philadelphia last week when she was 1550 miles from the telegraph station at Poldhu, Cornwall, from which they were sent. This does not mean that the instruments on board the Philadelphia registered isolated signs and letters at that distance, but that coherent messages were received and noted down by the experimentors. At the time of Marconi's Newfoundland experi ments many intelligent persons expressed doubts as to his alleged achievements, saying that the messages received were so fragmentary and incoherent as to be unsatisfactory tests; in other words, that electric currents in the atmosphere might have af fected the delicate receiving instruments and pro duced the same results, or, at any rate, results quite as convincing. No intelligent person can have any more doubts on the subject. Transoceanic wireless telegraphy is about to strive beyond peradventure, perhaps, however, not quite so soon as its young disooverer claims. He declares that he will be in competition with the cable companies within three months. The United States is about to construct a Pacific cable—or was about to do so until Marconi appeared on the scene. Now the government * will probably delay matters for a time and finally adopt the wireless method. ••«••••■ | STORYETTES. S »•••••• . . . -. ' - • • • • Kingly Superstitions. Kingship has been kin to super stition always. James I. of Eng land was superstitions about dates, and there were remarkable coin cidences in his life with certain dates of the calendar. The day of the month on which he was born was strangely interwoven with the days of birth and marriage of his wife and some of his children and their wives. But James was an old fool who made love to young Buckingham, who laughed in his face and robbed him of his jewels. .Napoleon was superstitious about the way he put on his stockings. Frederick the Great and the great Peter of Russia were superstitious about dozens of things. Marlbor ough, both as Jack Churchill and the duke, was superstitious as well as a thief and a traitor. Near ly all the Stuarts were supersti tious and double dealers in re ligion. Henry of Navarre was superstitious, but that never kept him from a thousand infidelities. All the children of Catherine of Medici were scared to death by their superstitions, but they could lie, cheat and murder just as well. If Cromwell was a victim of super stition, he kept it to himself. —New York Press. Affinity Between horses. When the Duke of Wellington was fighting in Spain, there were two horses which had always drawn the same gun, side by side, in many battles. At last one was killed, and the other, on having his food brought as usual, refused to eat, but turned his head around to look for his old friend, and neighed many times as if to call him. All care was in vain. There were other horses near him, but he would not notice them, and he soon afterward died, not once hav ing tasted food since his former companion was killed. —Our Dumb Animals. Steam. If the cover of the kettle is lifted, the boiling water seems to be covered by a cloud of white steam, but this cloud did not exist before the cover was raised. It has been formed by the sudden cooling of the vapor. In a glass boiler which is either completely sealed or pro vided with only a narrow outlet for the vapor the space above the water is perfectly transparent and apparently empty.—Ex. EXCHANGES. He was a knocker of course, who said he did not believe even a S2O bill could pass the house. —St. Paul News. The sultan has issued an irade prohibiting gambling in his do minions, but there is nothing in the document about the big mitt bandits. —Minneapolis Times. It is difficult to see how the election of United States Senators by popular vote would have im proved Tillman. He was much the same when Governor.—Chi cago Inter-Ocean. The Paris Temps thinks that the reception accorded to the prince shows that Americans are snoba The Temps had better think again and more intelligently.—Worcester Spy. The Southern Paoific can evi dently still pay for “all the traffic will bear.” Mrs. C. P. Huntington paid $31,800 duty on dads yester day.—St. Paul Dispatch. HELIOGRAMS. BY THE “TRIPLETS.” Senator Tillman is right about South Carolina being a great his tory making state. But think of the kind of history. A doctor of San Francisco claims that an exclusive bread diet is essential to longevity as well as good health. Those of us who have registered at the Hotel de Solitary and gave the exclusive diet theory a practical test will not agree with the doctor. Bald Bill claims to have in his possession the same hammer that Noah cracked his chestnuts with. Lubricator Bill has no hair oil his head, but there are sagebrush whiskers on his jokes. A man whom nature has pro vided with an unlimited supply of gall is better equipped to fight the battles of this world than the man armed with a college education. When Prince Henry goes up Broadway and reads all the Jew ish signs he will think he certain ly has reached the promised land- The German steel-pen makers find it difficult to compete with Americans. Their nibs are not in it with ours. So far William Allen White has not retracted his charge that Sen ator Platt used to wear side whisk ers and play the melodeon. So we suppose the libel suit will have to go on. Think of it! China proposes to pay $75,000 a year to an American adviser, and advice is the cheapest thing in this country. When Miss Stone arrives in this country she will make Carrie Na tion look like a wooden Indian and Mrs. Taylor of whirlpool fame will become so small that she can crawl through the bunghole of a barrel. While gold digging in Demerara a negro unearthed a nugget weighing 87| ounces. Some of the European powers will soon discover that the negroes of Dem erara are heathen and greatly in need of a practical lesson in ad vanced civilization. A snob is a man who pretends to be something which he is not. Tillman and McLaurin are snobs; both pose as fighters and neither one of them knows the first rudi ments about the manly art of self defense. True friends are as scarce as the proverbial hen’s teeth, but false ones, like bad dollars, are very numerous. In order to become popular with the people, a candidate for office in ancient Rome always volun teered to fight some wild beast. That would be a model plan to adopt in this country. A man who seeks aldermanic honors should be made to enter the arena with a grizzly bear. But then the bear might refuse to fight on the ground that an alderman, was not. in his class. She crossed the wild and angry deep, Mohammed’s kids to win, To infuse some Anglo-Saxon, And save their souls from sin; But Mohammed’s children took her, They boused her in a cave. And swore “By Allah!” she should stay.. Till we the ransom gave. In consequence the heathen poor,. Wear fig leaves, dishabille, The pennies from the “poor box” fund' Swell this nefarious deal. Notoriety galore you’ve bad, The ransom is no loan. As a cockney Bngllshman would say,. You’ve raised both, H’ellen Stone.