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MUNICIPAL CRIME.
Dr.
hull
unt
1,0
1
i.
Talmage Proposes to De
crease It.
City Always a City—Tlie
of a 1'larn
a
S Iiinin
T« st of Its Mor-
nlsoiy lUluoalion Acivof'ntcd.
N
.Tune 10.—This morning at
,:nia -!e the i!uv. T. lo Witt U'al-
1
|previous to the sermon, por
l.'ls*c.ril iiura clescriptivo of ancient
I
fr(i\o
out the hj-nin:
an white. the bai-vest waiting
vill
li-iir tlio sheovos nwiiyv"
i. was "Awl the men of the city
t0
iishn, Behold, I prav thee, the
J°V10f this city is pleasant, an my
lmt the water is naught, and
nl'barren. And he said, Bring me
..,.^,1, and put salt therein. And
11'
jit it to him. And he went
ho spring of the Maters, and
salt in there, and said, thus said
I have healed these waters
1 i'oin thence nny more
Llmnen land. So the waters were
l. nto tbis day." Ii. Kings ii, 111-22.
j-.. image said: It is difficult to esti
inuch of the prosperity and
I of city are dependent upon good
liit1 time when through well laid
Ifrom safe reservoir an abundance
from Croton or Kidgewood or
brought into the city is appro
J'f-.Iebruted with oration and pyro
cfeplny. Thank God every day
.bright, beautiful sparkling water
„lS in the shower or tosses up in
itiiin or rushes out of the hydrant.
Icitvof Jericho, notwithstanding all
lii,'al an il commercial advantages,
Iking in this important element,
fw.is enough water, but it was dis
nr.il the people were crying out by
|thereof. Elisba, the prophet, conies
cue. He say: "(jet me a new
.j: it with salt and bring it to me."
(ru-e of salt was brought to the
,uil see him walking out to ths
ivscrvoir, and he takes that salt
ows it into the reservoir, and lo!
|impurities depart, through a super
ami divine influence, and the waters
jjj :ciiil fresh and clear, and all the
Ldap tbeir hands and lift up their
:tiiO gladness. Water for Jericho
bright, beautiful, God given
n'-nt times I have pointed out to
i.fountains of municipal corruption,
morning I propose to show you
tlu* means for the rectification of
Ifi'tiuliiins. There are four or five
salt that have a cleansing ten-
N far as God may help me, I
cruse of salt to the work, and
|it into the great reservoir of munic
sin and shame, ignorance and
cm.
work of cleansing our cities, I
to remark that there is a work
^Lroom and the shovel that nothing
silo. There always has been an
connection between iniquity and
ITie lilthy parts of the great cities
lays the most iniquitous parts. The
l-amltlie pavements .of the Fourth
York, illustrate and symbolize
iMder of the people in the Fourth
first thing that a bad man does
fc is converted is thoroughly to wash
There were, this morning, on the
r:
different churches, thousands
liiirojier apparel who, before their
were unlit in their Sabbath
"Vn on the Sabbath I see a man
Wra his dress, my suspicions in
•'.lis moral character are aroused,
fire always well founded. So as
|ao excuse for lack of ablution,
cleft the continents with livers
and has sunk five great oceans,
world ought to be clean. Avt av,
Itli the dirt from our cities, not only
lthe physical health needs an ablu
because all the great moral and
interest of the cities demand it
|itive necessity. A filthy city al
been and always will be a wicked
Lh the upturning of the earth for
Improvement our city could not be
to be as clean as'usual, but for
fcii:alile dirt of Brooklyn for the
ji.ontlis there is no excuse. It is
r'-V
!l
matter of dust in the evee,
'lor the shoes, and of stench for
frtls but of morals for the soul,
•tr corrective influence that we
lrin» to bear upon the evils of our
|tics is a 'hristian printing press.
^papers of any place are the test
Icrulity or immorality. The news
lnms along the streets with a roll
Is under his arm is a tremendous
|t cannot be turned aside nor re
|nl at his every step the city is
or degraded. This ^hungry, all-
American rnind must have
to read, and upon editors and
lijii I book publishers and parents
lchirs rests the responsibility of
^uall read. Almost every man
lias a book in his hand or a
his pocket. AVhat book is it
1
|u yonr hand? What newspaper
lluv.. in your pocket? Ministers
''•'formers may plan, philau
l01'
^or the elevation of the
1 the criminal, but until all the
Jt'i oi the land and all tho book-
L*
'a"d set themselves against
I1 pus literature—until then we
."'K against fearful odds.
"'lie cylinders of our great
houses turn they make the
rom them goes forth a
I ,ie 'ii
augel
°f lifjlit to feed and
In
i?
01 nn
:in"0'
1
of dark-
I "n it with corruption and sin
"id death. May God by His
sl)1.nt
purify and elevate the
printing press!
J£"rthfr.aud say we must depend
liic"i°° J1
a
"reat deal of correct-
1 ''OMffiunity can no more
in MV' i"noran' men in its midst
lord to have uncaged hyenas.
:l.ilt mo'her
of hydra-lieaded
'y-"ue per cent, of all the
8W
^°"k State can neither
'o. Intellectual darkness is
'"ocurs°r of moral darkness,
in .i \i!ir.°
U,t
0l'UC:'ted
i"
1
outlaws—men
UlG11'
sharpness of intellect,
dangerous. They use their
i.,| "'A'' .'u other people's
tiieir science in ingenious
their tine manners in
They go their round of
mii'ti "I'l'urel, and dangling
|gl(,\ ,V.S eighteen karats,
j1 '1' hey are refined, edn
ii villains. But that is the
is generally the case that the
"i!»r "ru
ils
ignorant as they are
uo proof of what I say, go
t!„ 'S:
l'10
isli
magogues marshal them,
and are driven before
.'J!6 that all city and Stato
[ls 'I-10 Federal Govern
»wful statistics that,
1,7 ,, i'1'
tilis
I
country there was
a°resof
land for school
I i,*,1' a,ce ntw
in New England
ti
caa
"either read nor
|„c-„ of Pennsylvania
ueiiner read nor write, and
tlie fetaie of New York 241,000 who can
neither read nor write, while in the United
states there are nearly 0,000,000 who can
neither react nor write. Statistics enough
to stagger and coufotind any man who
loves tiis God and his country. Now, in
view of .its fact, I am in favor of compul
s°ry education. When parents arc so
bestial as to neglect this duty to the child,
I say the law, with a strong hand, at the
?l,nw,
w'th
a gentle hand, ought lo
lend these little ones into the ligLt of in
telligence and good morals. It was a
beautiful tableau when in our city a
"u-i l1°^'ceman having picked up a lost
cnilcl in the street, was found appeasing its
cries with a stick of candy he had bought
at the apple stand. That was well doue,
and beautifully done. But, oh! these
thousands of little ones through our
streets who are crying for the bread of
Knowledge and intelligence. 8hall we not
give it to them? The officers of the law
ought to go down into the cellars, and up
into the garrets, and bring out these
benighted little ones and put them under
educational influences after they have
passed through the bath and under the
comb, putting before them the spelling
book, and teaching them to read tho Lord's
1 rayer and the sermon on tho mount
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is
the kingdom of Heaven." Our city ought
to be father and mother both to these out
cast little ones. As a recipe for tho cure
of much of the woe, and want and crime of
our city, I give tho words which Thor
waldsen had chiseled on tho open scroll in
the hand of the statue of John Gutenberg,
the inventor of the art of printing: ''Let
there be light!"
Still further: lleformalory societies are
an important element in the rectification
of the public fountain. AVithout calling
any of them by name, I refer more espe
cially to those which recognize the phys
ical as well as the moral woes of the world.
1 here was pathos and a great deal of com
mon sense in wha' the poor woman said to
Dr. Guthrie when he was telling her what
a very good woman she ought to be. "Oh,"
she said, if you wero as hungry and cold
as I am, you could think of nothing else."
I believe the great want of .our city is the
Gospel and something to eat. Faith and
repentance are of infinite importance but
they cannot satisfy an empty stomach.
Vou have to go forth in this work with the
bread of eternal life in your right hand and
the bread of this life in your left hand, and
then you can touch them, imitating the
Lord Jesus Christ, who first broke tho
bread and fed the multitude in the wilder
ness, and then began to preach, recogniz
ing the fact that while people are hungry
they will not listen and they will not re
pent. We want more common sense in
the distribution of our charities fewer
magnificent theories, and more hard work.
Still further: The great remedial in
fluence is the gospel of Christ. Take that
down through the lanes of suffering. Take
that down amid the hovels of sin. Take
that up amid the mansions and palaces of
your city. That is the salt that can cure
all the poisoned fountains of public in
iquity. Do you know that in this cluster
of three cities, New York, Jersey City,
and Brooklyn, there are a great multitude
of homeless children? You see I speak
more in regard to the youth and the chil
dren of the country, because old villains
are seldom reformed, and therefore, I talk
more about the little ones. They sleep
under the stoops, in the burned out safe,
in the wagons in tho streets, on the barges,
wherever they can get a board to cover
theiu. And in the summer they sleep all
night long in the parks. Their uestitution
is well set forth by an incident. A city
missionary asked one of them: "Where is
your home?" Said he: "1 don't have no
home, sir." "Well, where are your father
and mother?" "They are dead, sir." "Did
you ever hear of Jesus Christ?" "No,
I don't think I ever heard of him." "Did
you ever hear of God?" "Yes, I've heard
of God. Some of the poor people think it
kind of lucky at night to say something
over about that before they go to sleep.
Yes, sir, I've heard of him." Think of a
conversation like that in a Christian city.
How many are waiting for you to come
out in the spirit of the Lord Jesus Christ
and rescue them from the wretchedness
here! Oh, that the church of God had arms
long enough aud hearts warm enough to
take them up! How many of them there
are! As I waB thinking of the subject this
morning, it seemed to me as though there
was a great brink, and that these little ones
with cut and torn feet were coming on
toward it. And here is a group of orphans.
Oh, fathers and mothers, what do you
think of these fatherless and motherless
little ones? No hand at home to tade caie
of their apparel, no heart to pity them.
Said one little one, when the mother died:
"Who will take care of my clothes now?"
The little ones are thrown out in this great,
cold world. They are shivering on the
brink like lambs on the verge of a precipice.
Does not your blood run cold as they go
over it?
And here is another group that come on
toward the precipice. Thev are the children
of besotted parents. They are worse off
than orphans. Look at that pale cheek
woe bleached it. Look at that gash across
the forehead the father struck it. Hear
that heart-piercing cry a drunken mother's
blasphemy compelled it. And wo come out
and say: "O ye suffering, peeled and blis
tered ones, we come to help you." "Too
late!" cry thousands of voices "the path
we travel is sleep down, and we can't stop.
Too late." And we catch our breath and
make a terrific outcry. "Too late!" is
echoed from the garret "to the cellar, from
the gin shop and from the brothel. "Too
late!" It is too late, and they go over.
Here is another group, an army of neg
lected children. They come on toward the
brink, and every time they step 0,000
hearts break. The ground is red with the
blood of their feet. The air is heavy with
their groans. Their ranks are being filled
up from all the houses of iniquity and
shame. Skeleton Despair pushes them on
toward the brink. The death knell has
alreadv besun to toll, and the angels of
God hover like birds over tho plunge of a
cataract. While these children are on the
brink they halt, and throw out their hands
and crv: "Help! help!" Oh, church of
God, will you help? AJen and women
bought by the blood of the Sou of God, will
you" help? while Christ cries from the
heavens: Have them from going down I
am tho ransom."
I stopped on the street and just looked
at the lace of one of those little ones. Have
vou ever examined the faces of the neg
lected children of tho poor? Other children
have gladness in their faces. hen a
group of them rush across the road, it
seems as though a spring gust had un
loosened
an
penitentiaries, and
"len and women incarcer
Hesly in the eye, the low
.'Is are not more eonspicu
,^'norance in the forehead,
•asses are always the danger-
orchard of apple blossoms. But
these children of the poo«. There is but
little liug in their laughter, and it stops
quick, as though same bitter memory
tripped it. They have an old walk. They do
not skip or run on the lumber just for the
pleasure of leaping down. Ihey never
bathed in the mountain stream. They never
waded in the brook for pebbles. Ihey
never chased the butterfly across the lawn,
putting their hut right down where
just before. Childhood has
out of them.
above the manger of their birtli,
ered leaven are lying where God
budding giant of battle. Once in a
one of these children gets out. Heie
one, for instance. At 10 years of age 1 is
sent out bv his parents, who saj to him.
"Here is a basket now go ott and ''.fR
steal." The boy says: 'I ,1)jey
kick him into a corner. lbat n.Dht
it was
been dashed
"Want waved its wizard wand
and with
intended a
while
ho
-r
puts his swollen head into the straw, but ft
voice comes from heaven, saying: "Cour
age, poor boy, courage!" Covering up his
head from the bestiality, and stopping his
ears from tho cursing, he gets on up better
and better. He washes his face clean at
the public hydrant. With a few pennies
got at running errands he gets abettercoat.
Bough men knowing that he comes from a
low street, say: "Back with you, you little
villain, to the place where you came from."
But that night the boy says: "God help
me, I can't go back and quicker than
ever mother flew at tho
cry of a child's pain,
the Lord responds from tho heavens:
"Courage, poor boy, courage." His bright
face gets him a position. After a while he
is second clerk. Years pass on, and he is
first clerk. Years pass on. The glory of
young manhood is on him. He
comes into tho firm. He goes
on from one business success to
another. Ho has achieved great fortune.
He is the friend of the church of God, tho
friend of all good institutions, and one
day he stands talking to tho board of
trade or to tho chamber of commerce.
People say "Do you know who that is?
Why, that is a merchant prince, and he was
born on Elm street." But God says in
regard to hiiu something better than that:
"These are they which came out of
great tribulation, and had their robes
washed and made white in the blood of
the Lamb." Oh, for some one to write the
history of boy heroes and girl heroines who
have triumphed over want and starvation,
and filth and rags! Yea, the record has
already been made, made by the hand of
God and when these shall come at last
with songs and rejoicing, it will take a
very broad banner to hold the names of all
the battlefields on which they got the
victory.
Some years ago a roughly-clad, ragged
boy came into my brother's office ill New
York and said: "Mr. Talmage, lend me
S5." My brother said: "Who are you?"
The boy replied: "I am nobody. Lend me
S5." "What do you want to do with $5?"
"Well," the boy replied, "my mother is
sick and poor and I want to go into the
newspaper business, and I shall get a
home for her and'will pay you back." My
brother gave him the §5, of course never
expecting to see it again but he said:
"When will you pay it?" "I
will pay it in six months, shv' Time
went by, and one day a lad came into my
brother's office and said: "There's your
$5." "What do you mean? What $5" in
quired my brother. "Don't you remember
that a boy came in here six months ago
and wanted to borrow S5 to go into tho
newspaper business?" "Oh, yes, I re
member are you the lad?" "Y'es," he re
plied, "I have got along nicely. I have got
a nice home for my mother (she is sick
yet) and I am as well clothed as you are,
and there's your So." Oh, was he not
worth saving? Why, that lad is worth fifty
such boys as I have sometimes seen mov
ing in elegant circles, never put to any use
for God or man. Worth saving! I go
farther than that and tell you they are not
only worth saving but they are being saved.
One of these lads picked up
from our streets and sent west
by a benevolent society wrote
east, saying: "I am getting along first rate.
I am on probation in tho Methodist
Church. I shall be entered as a member
the 1st of next month. I now teach a Sun
day-school class of eleven boys. I get:
along first rate with it. This is a splendid
country to make a living in. If the boys
running around the street with a blacking
box on their shoulder, or a bundle of
papers under their arms, only knew what
high old times we boys have out here, they
wouldn't hesitate about coming west, but
come the first chance they got." So some
by one humane and Christian visitation,
and some by another, are being rescued.
In one reform school, through which 2,000
of the little ones passed, 1,1105 turned out
well. In other words, ouly five of the
2,000 turned out badly. There are
thousands of them who, through Christian
societies, have been transplanted to beau
tiful homes all over this land, and there
are many who, through the rich grace of
our Lord Jesus Christ, have already won
the crown. A little girl was found in the
streets of Baltimore and taken into one of
the reform societies, and they said to her:
"What is your name?" She said: "My
name is Mary." "What is your other
name?" She said: "I don't know." So
they took her into the reform society, and
as they did not know her last name' they
always callod her "Mary Lost," since she
had been picked up out of the street. But
she grew on, and after awhile the Holy
Spirit came to her heart, and she became a
Christian child, and she changed her name
and when anybody asked her what her
name was she said: "It used to be Mary
Lost but now, since I have become a
Christian, it is Mary Found."
For this vast multitude are we willing to
go forth from this morning's service and
see what we can do, employing all the
agencies I have spoken of tor the rectifica
tion of the poisoned fountains? We live
in a beautiful city. The lines have fallen
to us in pleasant places and we have a
goodly heritage and any man who does
not like a residence in Brooklyn must be a
most uncomfortable and unreasonable
man. But, my friends, the material
piosperityof a city is not its chief glory.
There may be fine houses and beautiful
streets, and that all be the garniture of a
sepulclier. Some of the most prosperous
cities of the world have gone down not
one stone left upon another. But a city
may be in ruins leng before a tower has
fallen, or a column has crumbled, or a
tomb has been defaced. When in a city
the churches of God are full of cold
formalities and inanimate religion when
the houses of commerce are the abode of
fraud and unholy traffic when the streets
are filled with crime unarrested and sin
unenlightened and helplessness unpitied
—that city is in ruins, though every
church were a St. Peter's and every
moneyed institution were a Bank
of England and every library were
a British museum and every house had a
porch like that of Iiheims aud a roof like
that of Amiens and a tower like that of
Antwerp and traceried windows like those
of Freiburg.
My brethren, our pulses beat rapidly the
time away, anil soon we shall be gone, and
what we have to do for the city in which wo
live we must do right speedily or never do
it at all. In that day when those who have
wrapped themselves in luxuries and de
spised the poor shall come to shame and
everlasting contempt, I hope it may be
said of you and me that we gave bread to
the hungry and wiped away the tear of the
orphan and upon the wanderer of the street
we opened the brightness and benediction
of a Christian home and then, through
our instrumentality it shall be known on
earth and in Heaven that Mary Lost became
Marv Found!
A PKIWKAKD'S nose is never an ob
ject of pride and joy, swollen, red, ear
buncular, livid, loathsome. If tlie
possessor of sucli a nose could con
veniently examine lii.s internal anatomy,
lie would find that his brain, stomach,
liver, luugs, heart, and kidneys are
exact counterparts of his nose. It
might then seem to him a hint to
quit drinking.—Br. Fuote's Health
Monthly.
A WOMAN" will never put anything in
her pocket that she can hold her
mouth.—JuiUic.
EE F0TOT SH001T.
I.
ABdot-
1
cnt dor most
cramlest, hab
bicst tuy,
Thick it er
ciiko esbgapo
avuy
All der odor tays
ui,
der year pring
rouudt,
Vas der tnv vlien
I meinsoltif
Lay mein oggu
bation on der
sholuf,
Und uein skdobs
f* direct against
dot c-u
Fx croundt.
Meinsoluf mit
shiidren und
mit vife
a of
plesaings mit
mein life,)
Snump lumper vagon oop, rait laff und ahoy:
mit shvifd skbeed ve roll avay
I
vaj?
oxblniu to dem dees tay,
una vhy Columbus haf invent der*FourtShooly.
Vken I arrife der blace ubon
Vheredcr enshoyment vas go on,
I kidch mem deam dot shade in, pv der fenco
aroundt,
Und I vas look out right avay
Vhat mein fronts vill haf to say,
tfien iiaifc shdyle dey see uie valk dot bic-nic
crouudt.
XTvd auf mein Wort! don't it vas shveet
Mitgounty gandidates to meet
Tkich for ein fat uthce vill run i»y-und-py?
But, vhon dey shako mo p"y mein kaudt
I vas mit shlyncsa undershtandt:
Pey vas fiBhing for mein vote, dees Fourfc
Shooiy!
III.
Then dot sbeeeh-making haf pegin,
Und I mein Beat vas sit down in,
Mit inein vifo und shiidren py mein Bide
aroundt,
Mein batriodic lcodlo poy
Mit tfre-vorks himseluf enskov,
Thich ho vas fire off uion dot bic-iiic croundt.
It make der vinmions shump und schream,
Mit scliare baf run avay mein doam,
Vhile ho gonsole his heart mit eat dot shicken
bie.
Und mit ein fader's lofing pride
I call mein sohn oop py mein side
Und say: "Tell done, young batriot, dees Fourt
Shooiy!"
JAKE.S JOLLIFICATION.
A E was tall for his
'years, raw-boned, lank,
to re a
with a stereotyped ex
pression of wide-mouthed
wonder always on his face,
he was as fair a specimen
of a backwoods Hoosier
as one would wish to see.
He was just turned eight
een, having reached that
period of his existence
when he was inclined to
as on a is re a
parental authority and in­
dulge in certain pleasures, such as half-hol
iday trips lo the county-seat town, attend
ing picnics or dances on the green, an oc
casional horse-race, etc., to all of which
his father entered the most strenuous ob
jections, but generally without avail.
But, taken all in all. Jacob Poe was not
•wholly bad in fact, he was in many re
spects a most excellent boy. He had known
nothing but a life of the most slavish toil
ever since hehad been old enough to "pack"
water in a jug to the hands iu the field and
as he grew up his duties increased until,
several years before we have introduced
him to your notice! he had done a man's
work! on the farm. He drove team,
plowed, worked picking "trash" and roll
ing :logs in the "clearing," and "made
his
hand" in the harvest field,
and had received for it his clothes, board,
and three months' schooling each year. Iu
a vague and somewhat nebulous manner
Jake felt that he had reason for being at
times discontented and rebellious. He had
an illy defined idea that he ought to be do
ing better in the world than he was doing
but with his limited knowledge of the
world and its ways, and his lack of book
learning, he was naturally timid about
launching out in any enterprise of his
own.
One bright morning late in .Tune he had
been plowing corn in the bottom field until,
becoming tired and thirsty, he tied his
horse in the fence-corner while he himself
sought a neighboring spring to drink from
its cooling waters and to rest in the grate
ful shade of the thick woods, -along the
borders of which lay the cornfield where he
had been at work.
While reclining at full length on his
back on the grassy carpet which old Dame
Nature had so kindly laid, and gazing up
ward into a sky as blue and beautiful as
only a June sky can be, his ear caught the
sound of voices.
Instantly he was on his feet, and, casting
his eyes in the direction of the highway,
whicL was only a few rods distant, he saw
two men seated in a beautiful painted
wagon and apparently talking to some
others at the roadside.
"Jecminv! AV hat's that?" he ejaculated,
and at once started toward them. As he
clambered up onto the fence by the road-
lllfi
side, he saw painted in big letters on the
side of the wagon the word "Barnum,"
while a littlo distance away were ten men
plastering the walls of an old deserted
bla' ksinith shop with flaming posters an
nouncing that the "triple alliance of match
less aggregations." etc.. would exhibit in
Kokomo,for one day only,July the Fourth.
Jake forgot all about his horse aud plow
and tbe corn which was needing his atten
tion t^o badly. As one by one, and. section
by section, the great colored sheets went
iup, his interest increased-, until having
•finally taken in the full grandeur of the
coming show, he exclaimed:
"It's a dang shame fer old Barnum to
bring his cirkus 'long here jest in the be
ginin' of wheat cuttin'. Whv'u thunder
'can't lie wait till after harvest, then a fel
•ler might etan' sum chaiucte of goin'."
A moment later, however, the cloiul on
his face brightened, aud the thought which
had lifted it found expression: "Thunner
and liten, I kin go at night it's only eight
miles to town, and 1
kin ride it after sup
per—ef pap'll let me ott'."
By this time the men had finished their
work and hastily climbing into their wagon,
they drove rapidly away.
Jack watched them until they disap
peared around a bend in the road, when he
slowly got down from the fence and re
turned to his work.
"I reckon," said old man Poe that day
at dinner, "that pervidin' the weather keeps
on favorin' us, tbe wheat'll do to cut by the
Fourth fact right smart chaincte of its be
ginnin' to turn a'ready."
"Oh, pshaw, pap!" said Jake, "you're
alius crowdin' the cattle. I think the
wheat's 'bout as backward this year as I
ever saw it. Tennv rate I don't "think we
kin cut a lick in it till after the Fourth.
'Sides, I'm a goin' to the cirkus that day,
and you might as well make your 'range
meuts that way now."
It is uunecess.-.ry to give the dialogue
which followed Jake's declaration as above
quoted but suffice it to say the matter was
compromised by his father agreeing to let
him off in time to attend the night per
formance in case they wero in the wheat
field on the Fourth, and if not, Jake was
to have the whole day for a holiday.
At an early hour on the morning of the
Fourth, the streets of Kokomo presented a
lively appearance. Judging from the al
most countless number of country people
who crowded and jostled along the pave,
sat in stairways and in stores when seats
wei to be obtained at all, there was very
little wheat cnt in Howard County
that day. As the hours went slow
ly by the crowd increased, until by
ten o'clock the four sides of the public
square were lined with a dense mass of
sweltering humanity, while the large, green
plat about the Court House, shaded as it
was by a goodly number of thrifty young
maples, was a veritable picnic ground, on
which many were already eating their
luncheons so as to be in ample time to get
tickets for the afternoon performance.
Need I tell you our friend Jake was
among the very earliest arrivals? I fancy
not. He had ridden a colt into town, and
knowing it would not stand "hitched out"
all day long, he had put it up at the livery,
aud with "Dud" Perkins, his faithful
friend and chum, had been down to the
show-grounds to see the procession form,
had made friends with some of the hostlers
in the stables, and by carrying several tubs
of water from the creek close by, had be
fore ten o'clock, earned their tickets of ad
mission into the show.
The parade was grand in fact, the most
skeptically inclined, those who came ex
pecting to be humbugged, said it was the
biggest thing they had ever seen, and that
the show was sure to be immense. Indeed,
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many who openly avowed that they came
only to see the parade, and who had de
clared that that was all that would be
worth seeing, now concluded to stay and
witness tho afternoon's entertainment.
Among those earliest in their seats under
the huge canopy of canvas were Jake and
"Dud." The show opened, as do all cir
cuses, with the grand entree and then
followed act after act, in such swift and
bewildering succession, and of such a won
derful character, that our two friends mu
tually confessed, as did many others, no
doubt, that they wouldn't have missed it
for anything.
Finally one of the old clowns came
bounding into the ring, followed by a small
but wicked-looking mule, which he intro
duced as the famous trick mule. He also
stated with much elegance of phrase that
Mr. Barnum ottered one hundred dollars in
gold to any one who would be able to ride
the little fellow three times around the
main ring.
Now Jake had, as yet, never seen the
four-footed animal which he could not
ride. So after much earnest consultation
with "Dud," he stepped out and offered to
make the attempt to stride the little mule
that had so far succeeded in pitching his
previous riders over his head, and that
almost before they knew it.
The ringmaster offered to hold Pedro,
as the mule was called, while Jake got on
but Jake declined his kindness. Quick as
a Hash he was on the animal's back, and
had locked his long legs under its belly and
entwined his arms about its neck then ly
ing forward, he took one of its ears between
his teeth and began to bite it fiercely.
Amazed at this new treatment, and stung
with pain, Pedro forgot to cut his antics,
but dashed off at furious gallop, and almost
before the showmen—or tbe crowd either,
for that matter—had realized it, had run
three times about the ring.
As Jake quickly slid from the little fel
low's back, the cheers and shouts of
the audience were almost deafening,
while he, hardly realizing what he
had done, stood and gazed first at the sea
of faces, then at the clown, the mule and
the ringmaster, like one in a dream.
Still more was he flustrated when Mr.
Barnum himself stepped into the ring,
and, taking Jake by the hand, praised him
for his pluck, tact and excellent horseman
ship, and presented him with the purse
containing one hundred dollars in bright
shining gold.
Jake, iu a confused way, thanked him,
and was turning to go when the old show
man caught him by the arm, and with him
standing by his side mounted a high stool.
He then introduced Jake to the audience,
and amid a hurricane of applause the poor
fellow was allowed to take his seat.
Jake was the lion of the hour, and he is
to-day the hero of his neighborhood. For
miles around be is known as Pedro Jake,
"the feller, and the only feller, whenever
rid the trick mule at Barnum's circus.
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IT WAS SO DRY.
"What is the matter with you? Have
you a cold?" asked a young author, of a
lady friend.
"O, no not at all," she replied.
"What makes you cough so?"
"I have just been reading your Fourth of
July sketch."
"I can hardly perceive why that should
make you cough."
"It is so dry."
HE'LL 6a ELSEWHERE NEXT YEAR.
"Hello' thar!" said a granger to his city
nephew who came to spend Fourth of July
on the farm. "Haow's celebration? Didn't
shute er blamed tiling, Er'il bet!"
"Well, yes, I did but I wish I hadn't."
"Waal, naow wot wuz it?"
"Shot the dog you loaned me."
THE OIOBIOUS FOURTH.
BE Glorious Fourth:
has come 1
Beat the loud-re*
sounding drum,
Shoot the cracker,flra
the pistol, punch,
the Eagle, mako
him scream
Day of powder and
torpedoes, lemon
ade that knows no
lemon, ginger-pop,
devoid of ginger,
Ice-cream innocent ot
areata!
The Glorious Fourth
has comet
Beat the patriotio
drum,
Tune tho fife, and
blow tho bugle,
shoot tho rocket
spheres
a id
mouthed declaimer
.-•U"-1 pour his patriotio
passion, eloquence
iv
meaning,
Words unmarried to ideas!
The Glorious Fourth has come I
Found the hollow-sounding drum.
Hear the speaker Bpout his geysers, hurl his
cataracts of speech
Hear tho eloquence compounded of r.mnixablo
ingredients,one per cent, of thought original,.
Kintyper cent, of screech.
Tho Glorious Fourth has come!
Beat the deep-resounding drum,
Scorch your lingers, burn your whiskers, shoot
a large hole through your hoad,
Fire your cannon, shoot your arm oil, break
your leg and save your country—
Then be carried home to bed 1
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AT ZOPHAK'S SETTLEMENT.
AID what?—that I wouldn't
dare to do it?"
"Yes, and more, too."
"Let's have it all, Jed."
"There was a regular pow
wow of 'em over to the Forks.
They'd heard you was bound
to have doin's on the Fourth,
and Pete Dugger, Bob Blew
itt, Ike Meggs, and a lot more
o' that kind got together.
They 'lowed you might have,
all the dancin' and fiddlin"
s, vnn. you wanted, but they said'
7
viSw J'ou
couldn't put up no Union
flag, nor fire no salutes."
The old man ground his
teeth and doubled his fists.
"Will you stand by me.
§Jed?"
"Wei] I jec{:Qn! Ibsyvs&'k
been shot at all over these mountains fori
four years, to show the white feather now."
"Good boy! I knew you would back me.
Now go round to-night and call out our
fellows. Tell 'em all to be here at sunrise,
with their guns. By mighty, we'll show
them Forkers a thing or two!"
It was the third of July, 18G5, in a little
hamlet amid the wild mountains of East
Tennessee. The war was virtually over,
but the bitter hates and persecutions en
gendered by the strife in this remote region
still glowed fiercely. A serious outbreak
was now at hand.
Before sunrise the next morning the old
blacksmith, Saul Zophar, displayed the.
stars and stripes from the roof of his house,
and brought out an anvil and some powder,
with which he extemporized a salute. Tha
sun was not half an hour high when the
little street was filled with men some in.
home-spun, some in Confederate gray,,
some in Union blue, but all armed with,
rifles or muskets, and carrying knives.
an he el in pa
about equal strength. After much mutter
ing and scowling, the spokesman of tha
anti-Fourth-of-July people stepped for
ward.
"Saul, we want that flag down."
"O, do you?" sneered the old man, who,
had a double-barreled gun. "Now 'spose
some of you fellers try takin' it down!"
"It'll come down, I tell you! We una,
think it bad enough to have to knock under,
without havin' that thing up thar flung inj
our faces to remind us of it."
"That 'thing up there' is the flag of the,
United States. No need of us that lovo it
hidin'it any longer. Thar she stays."
"Down with it!" yelled a dozen,
"The man that tries it gets his hide full
of buckshot!" Saul shouted.
At this instant two horses galloped up, and
were reined in between the warring fac
tions. One was ridden by a young man,
the other by a handsome girl, an expert
horsewoman.
"Shame on you all!" she cried. "Hasn't
there been bloodshed and misery enough
among those mountains for four years, but
you must still keep it up?"
"Wimmen don't know nothin' 'bout such
things," was a sulky answer.
"Do they not?" Her voice rang like a
trumpet. "You know me you know how I
have visited your families, and helped
them. One of my brothers was killed at
Perryviile, and the other at Vieksburg.
They were on opposite sides."
"These fellers want to pull down the
flag." old Saul put in.
"Then they're wrong," said the girl.
"The war is over that is our only banner
now. Shake hands, now, and "friends."
"Miss Chivers is right," her escort said.
"I fought for the lost cause, and was
wounded more than once. But that's
among the bygones. Kespect the old flag:
now, and be neighbors anil friends."
"I say," piped up a shrill voice, "let's
have three cheers for Belle Chivers and her
young man, aud hopin' 'em lots of fun."
The cheers were given with a will. The
young Confederate raised his hat. The,
lady colored a little, and then quickly said:'
"Thank you, my friends. And now
oblige me with three checrs for the Union
and its flag."
Tho Saul Zophar party uncovered the
others laughed, hesitated, and finally joined
in the cheers. Miss Chivers and "her
young man" smiled, bowed, and rode off.
Old Saul was in his glory. The anvil
rang out its salutes "hands were,
shaken all round, old feuds healed, new
friendships pledged, and tho hamlet was
filled with fiddling, dancing, and singing.
Zophar's Settlement celebrates the day
regularly now and none enjoy it more than
Mrs. Belle Webber's big boys.
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