Burlington Hawk Eye, February 9, 1890

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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - February 9, 1890, Burlington, Iowa •Cm OmitPART one I THE BURLINGTON HAWK EYE. Established : Jinni, 18*9.]BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 9, lb90.-EIGHT PAGES. [Price: 15 Cbnts per Week. AND PRESS. LATE UTTERANCES FROM BOTH SOURCES OH VARIOUS SUBJECTS. Sunday Walks Allowed — Stonewall Jackson’s Habit of Instant Prayer —An Odd Reason for Not Joining Church—Otter Notes. “Let us be honest,” says Prof. Philip Sch&ff in hi» latest book, “aud confess that old Calvinism is fast dying out. It has done a great work and has done it well, but it cannot satisfy the demands of the present age. We live in the nineteenth, not in the seventeenth century. Every age must produce its own theology and has its own mission to fulfill.” The Christian Advocate (Meth.) says: * ‘A person accustomed to sedentary life during the we' w*»n attends church faithfully on v . ^    „    vety, may with propriety take a walk of moderate length in the afternoon, not in the places where Sabbath breakers most do congregate. Children, however, should never be allowed to walk out alone on that day. We do not think it wrong for parents to take their children for a short walk on the Sabbath Day. A loitering walk, a long excursion, tend to evil.” Heber Newton insists that every congregation should enjoy home-rule in the matter of hymns. “In our mother Church of England,” he says, “there ;s no set hymnal for the whole church. In Westminister Abbey you will find a liberal hymn-book, and in St. Alban’s you will find the hymnal expressing the worship of the so-called Catholics There is a rich variety of hymns to be found in use, as one wanders from chnrch to church. This is as it should be. It is quite enough for the principle of uniformity that we should have one standard book of common prayer. But why, in the name of all that is reasonable, tie us all up, Broad Churchman, High Churchman, L >w Churchman, to one cut and-dried hymnal?” “I am so convinced,”«ays Archdeacon Farrar, “that there is no error more fatal than the notion that correct belief or church membership is of any value whatever, in comparison with that righteousness of life which is the be-all and end —all of true religion, that I say plainly— and, if I could find words to say it yet more plainly, I would say it yet more plainly —I would rather that any man should be a Romanist or a Dissenter or a Buddhist or a Mohammedan, so that he were a holy and Godly man, than ten times over a member of the most Catholic church that ever existed, and by a sly intriguer or a rancorous slanderer or an unclean liver or a professional liar or, in any one form of conscious wickedness, a hypocrite and a bad man.” workers will rush to these places. I do not suppose that the opening of a public library will necessarily mean the dosing up or loss of trade for the saloon. But I do believe that many, who are apart from it now, will come in contact with that subtle sensitive aroma attaching to the higher, loftier world of art and beauty, those material suggestions of refinement and culture, which for a I more fortunate section of sodety is the atmosphere of the home and the daily life. In our dwellings we have pictures and books; we are familiar with bric-a-brac; the artistic sense is cultivated in os by our surroundings to a greater or lese degree. But the great mass of the wageworkers have no such influence at home; they must go out of their homes for them. Because they have to work hard all day, and at night are physically too tired to appreciate or enjoy these things, the chance should be given to them on Sunday. To many a soul, longing for something higher, such opportunities might prove the John Baptist preparing the way for the Son of God. A great part of the accomplishment of this result rests with the dergy. By what they say, or leave unsaid, the doors to these places, now fast closed on Sundays, will be thrown open or remain shut. “Farmton” says, in the Advance: ‘Yesterday I heard a new reason why people do not join my church. If some one should whisper to me that I was lazy in my pastoral work, that I was superficial in my preaching, that I was not a good organizer, or not good for any one of a thousand other things, I should readily assent to the charge at once, with sorrow of heart at the charge itself and intellectual conviction of its truth. Any one of these reasons I should say would be sufficient to repel a lady or gentleman from uniting with my church. But the I reason that I did hear was so singular that I venture to note it. A lady wished to be a parishioner of this church. She counselled with her husband; she wished to bring him, too, into this goodly fellowship. He at once resisted. He said, “My dear, you cannot join church. Why, there is so much work done in that church, and such a spirit of work, that I know if you do go into it, you will surely kill yourself with overwork.’’ As I heard this with regret mingled with pleasure, I could not help thinking how many chnrch members throughout the length and breadth of this land would rival the patriarchs in length of days if they are spared until too much church work kills them!” _ CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH OF JESUS. AFOOT JN_SPAIN. THE HAWI-EYF8 C0EIE8P0HDEHT FALLS MIO THE HAMB OF BAUDIN Robbed of all His Cash-Story of a Young Spanish Soldier-The Tomb and Effigies of St, James-' Wakeman^ Wanderings* mountain foot paths in the southern J my knee against his leg. He started and spurs of the Montes de Torezos. Briefly, I looked me fall in the face. My hand I was lost ; and, wandering for a half I was on the low iron division-rail between day in a wild and forbidding district, I the seats, and it touched his. God as good or bad luck would have it, came J knows a soldier’s human sympathy to a upon a lonely mountain choza at night | soldier in some subtle way swept from u— The Review gives publicity to the following interesting anecdote: “Of Stonewall Jackson, it is related that using the phrase ‘instant in prayer,’ he was asked what he meant by it. ‘I have so fixed tho habit in my own mind,’ he replied, ‘that T never raise a glass of water to my lips without a moment asking God’s blessing. I never seal a letter without putting a prayer under the seal. I never take a letter from the post without a brief sending of ray thought heavenward. I never change? my classes in the lecture-room without a minute’s petition on the cadets who go out and those who come in.' ‘And don’t you sometimes forget to do this?’ ‘I think I can scarcely say that I do,’ was the answer; ‘the habit has become as fixed almost as breathing.’ Tho Observer (Pres.) says: “Either the American board must surrender its position ae a teacher and preacher of the old gospel, or the Andover Theological Seminary must find its occupation gone in the work of preparing men for missionary work. There is no use in spending years in teaching young men a gospel which the great Missionary society of the churches is not willing to proclaim. Forging ‘tin blades’ for missionary hands and casting ‘ten pound shot’ for missionary ankles are not the work that is yet acceptable to the mass of those who be lieve in missions. But if orthodox semi naries continue for many years to send out bands of mea as pastors who have been educated out of the old convictions, it is ii mere question of time as to when the work of missions, as now conducted, will cease to be carried on by the churches, and those who believe in the old gospel will form their own organiza tions for its proclamation. Andover can afford to be patient.” The Christian Inquirer (Baptist) says: “Action on the nomination of General Morgan and Dr. Dorchester is still de layed in the United States senate. It is well-known that the opposition to their confirmation comes from Roman Catho lies. They desire no one to have control of matters of education among the Indians who will not submit to the dictation of their bishops and priests. A Romish paper in Washington has declared that the party which prevents General Morgan’s confirmation will have the ‘Catholic vote’ in 1802. The bribe offered is large, but it is well for republi can senators to understand that subserviency to Rome will so rouse Protestants throughout the land that any party which does homage to priest-craft will surely be defeated. Civil and religious freedom will be vindicated, no matter what other issues politicians may seek to force into prominei ce. Let Baptists all over the land write at once to th* senators from their respective states and so give added volume to the voice of Protestant hosts against truckling to Rome.” Sunday School Ltnon, February Lace 2:40-52, Written for THM Hawk-Btx. Just one glimpse do we get of the childhood and youth of Jesus, We ought to gaze at it, therefore, with the greater intensity. I remember when traveling in Europe and coming to famous places that I never expected to behold again, how I strained my eyes and tried to stamp the images upon the memory. How intensely ought we to look upon this one picture of the one model life, when we know that it is the “negative” that may stamp upon our characters the life-lineaments that we need to be recognized at the “gates ajar.” Jesus is now in his thirteenth year, coming to religious accountableness, called “a son of tho law” in Jewish life. Luke gives the gospel of Jesus’ L:',nan-ness. What hinders the proper use of Jesus’ early life for children is that we befog it with the uncalled for marvels of divinity and set it up out of reach of child life. Let us not do that any more. Of course we cannot us© Jesus to be symbolic of perverted childhood, but as a reality to recover the moral renaissance. He is a life boat for every child’s own personal use in the perils of the voyage, not a “Great Eastern,” to be managed by a hired crew. The first and last verses of the lesson leave the child strictly in the line of normal human evolution. “He grew in stature,” was “strong in spirit,” “filling up in wisdom,” (moral luminousness), “increased in favor with God and man.” lf man is not a beast but a moral immortal, what else could we look for? Jesus was not jumping into perfection, but he grew, he developed, was made perfect through suffering. At five years, according to Edersheim and the other best authorities, the properly trained Jewish boy began to commit the scripture texts-—and the Bible was the principal text book. At ten the boy would begin to have opportunity to go into the more spiritual meanings of the Word, and the meaning of creation. I remember as distinctly as if it was yesterday how, when I was walking in the shady grove at home at ten years of age, many thoughts of God came to me, es pecially tho thought, what there would or could be if there were no God, no creation, no world, no existence, no life Doubtless this is common to young life. This is the very time for childhood to strike for religious liberty, for its knowledge. This is the period of life when we can hear God best. Samuel then heard God’s call, David heard him when herding sheep, Timothy from childhood knew the holy scriptures and it has been the best start for thousands in all times Robert Browning translated parts of Correspondence ot THI Hawk-Bys. Valladolid, Spain, Jan. 18, 1890.—It had been a hard tramp from Finisterre; we had not arrived at Santiago until about midnight; and it was nearly noon of the next day when I was awakened by a gentle tapping at the door of my old alcoba in the humble inn to which our Galleg&n guide had conducted us. The tapping proceeded from the knuckle, of a harsh-voiced criada or maid-ser-vent who, on my demand that whoever was knocking should enter, proceeded first to inform me that no such unpardonable conduct on her part could be tolerated, and then to say that one Pierre Floauet, having bargained for the jacas he stood in need cf, had eaten his breakfast, dutifully kissed the sacred es-clarina, the grand finale of all pilgrimages to the famous cathedral of Santiago, was now patiently waiting to bid me a final adios, after which he must speedily depart to his own people, at desolate Finisterre. I asked that he be sent to my alcoba. He came lumbering and stumbling up the stairs, and, hat in hand, entered the room and approached my bedside. Poor Pierre! He was in tears. He sank upon his knees beside me, poured forth vehement and eloquent blessings, and sobbed like a child as we clasped hands for the last time. Finally breaking away, as if overcome with sadness. he cried repeatedly, “Quede usted con Dios!”—“Quede usted con Dios!” (“May you remain with God!”)—and precipitately disappeared into the courtyard and callo below. I do not know how others may feel or believe, but there is to me so sacred a place in the human heart for these accidental and supremely loyal friendships of life, that utter dolor would come in their enjoyment, and but miserable regret be prompted in their memory, were there not secret hope, unquenchable longing and unconquerable faith, that there were time and place for their rekindling and re-enjoyment. All there is of ancient Santiago worth contempaltion is this wondrous old cath edral where Pierre had performed his adoration. How it came to be built, and how for centuries it remained the most luminous shrine in western Europe are more strange and curious than can be told of any other of the noble though decaying sacred edifices of Spain. St. James, the elder, brother of St. John, the Apostle, was stoned to death at Jerusalem. St. James is the tutelar saint of Spain, as is St. George of England, St. Denis of France, and St. Patrick of Ireland. Over 1,000 years ago, in 1835, Theodomir, Bishop of Iria, so runs the tradition, discovered the body of St J arnee, removed in some miraculous manner from Jerusalem, surrounded by a wondrous light in a dense forest, to which a star led the way; hence the name of the city, Santiago de Campostella, or St. James of the place of the star, to which the body was removed by Leon III., from the chapel already erected at the place of discovery by Theodimir, and Santiago was raised to a see. A corn-rent or El Voto of one bushel per acre was collected from ail Spain, yielding a yearly revenue of nearly $1,000,000, which was continued until 1835. The present cathedral is not a single creation of a single architect or per . od: but has been the result of untold votive offerings since the first wondrously splendid basilica was built by Alfonso the Great, between the years 806 and 910. This was destroyed, the tomb of St. James alone being respected, by the vandal, Al-Manssour, at his capture of the city; rebuilt by Bishop Gelmirez in 1082; and completed in 1128. Bermudo II., in the lith century made extraordinary repairs and additions. This devout Spanish king also built great roads, which still exist as national highways, and over which more armies have passed than any other roads in Europe within the Christian era, for the pilgrims from France, and those from central 8pain; for Santiago was once the most frequented and celebrated shrine in Christ endom. An entire page would be required to give adequate description of this noble edifice: but the chair stalls, carved by Gregorio Espanol in 1606; the bronze pulpits, by Celina, in 1563; the massive, magnificent and unrivalled Portico de la Gloria, the mighty western entrance; and the tomb and effigies of St. James; are all unequalled examples in ecclesiastical art. The latter two are wonderful indeed. The sculptor’s theme upon the Portico de la Gloria is the Last Judgment, with Christ proceeding from the root of Jesse. This representation where I was at first refused admittance by its only inmate, a starved and fiend- ish-looking hag of of 25 or 30 yean. I stowed myself- away upon the armful of millet straw she gave me, and, without food, passed a wretched night. My dreams were filled with all manner of disaster, and, in the hours I laid awake I pondered forbodingly over a vicious remark my unwilling hostess had made that the men of Montes de Torezos repaid the visits of strangers to their homes when they were absent, with the “caress of the knife.” I would have sworn, too, that sometime that night this woman conferred outside the choza in earnest tones with some man, no doubt her husband, who had unexpectedly returned When morning came, I gave her some coin, and received directions from her how to cross the mountains to Valladolid. The explicitness of these worried me as I trudged along. But surely she had told me the way truthfully; for on turning through a shadowy gorge, there lay the great valley of the Pisuerga, with the spires and domes of Valladolid away to the east, and, here almost at the mountain base, the grim walls of Simla cat, where, hamlet though the place is, may be found the richest store of ancient archives in all Spain. Just a little way beyond me were Borne innocent enough looking peasants, with a few bundles of wood, a couple of jacas, two ar three old blunderbusses, and as many mangy dogs: apparently a group of simple mountain pat&ns, or peasants, resting idly by the way. They responded to my salutation pleasantly, whereupon I proffered each a cigarette. These were accepted with many “gra-cias,” and I turned to go. “Arto!” (“Halt! ’) cried one in a low but firm voice of command. As I turned again, I was looking in the face of three rusty cid trabucos or blunderbusses. I am not sure but had I run for it towards Valladolid I could have out-distanced either the shots from their rusty trabucos or their much more dangerous legs. But I simply raised my hands, walked squarely up to them, with a smile and said- “Most excellent senores of de Torezos, you are lees poor than I, but still welcome to all I possess.” They had it all —about $7 in Spanish coin, for my luggage and credit letters had gone from Astorga to Valladolid by rail—in a moment. I then claimed the privilege of resting a little time with them, and questioning them about their manner of getting on in the world. One old rheumatic villain, distorted, misshapen, almost physically helpless, was the only genuine bandit among them All the others, save one, were the most simple-hearted souls that live. That one was a brave, fine fellow, going wrong under a heart-heavy load of indignity and grief His wife had been my un willing hostess of the previous night. She had sent me across the mountains with a particularity of direction that made my acquaintance with her husband compulsory. To him I appealed for the reasons why he should leave an honest peasant’s life and, under the in fluence of the unhung old wretch of his little band, start straight in this sort of life for the guarda’s bullet or death at the garrote. His story was a long one, but, briefly told, he was becoming an incipient outlaw because his youngest brother, whom he had loved better than his own life, had been shot like a dog at Moro castle, for attempted desertion after suffering untold indignities. “Shot at Moro?—And in 1886?—And had he blue eyes, light hair and a fine, fair face?” Yes, yes, yes, and yes again. Then there in the mountain-way, where I had been robbed of so mean a sum that I was ashamed of it, I this man as best I could a fact of my own experience, which I will be pardoned for telling to your readers in a si ghtly different way: “El desertar!” “El desertar!” were tho low toned ejaculations I heard all about me one April morning’ in 1886, in the cabin of the ferry-boat, “Edouard Fes8er,” as it left the Regia side for the two-mile trip across Havana bay to the city. The cabin was well filled, and in a moment there came fussing and fuming through the narrow passage to the forward cabin a Spanish sergeant and a guard having in charge a man of most pitiful appearance. I made room quickly so that two seats were vacant near me in which the guard and his prison* sat, the latter next me, while the sergeant, bearing a paper with a dangling seal, strode forward a bit, pompous with the importance of his mission and charge. These ferries carry the gayest of crowds between Havana and the beautiful suburbs to the east but the entrance of the party hushed the laughter and pleasant sallies of men and women instantly. All present seemed painfully exerting themselves to ignore the presence of the little group, but every one from time, to tim a stole secret glances at the deserter, and, well for humanity, not a hard look fell upon him. Some old priests near seemed to be moving their lips as if in prayer for him, and behind many a fan I could see the face of some beautiful senora or senorita in tears. I knew well enough what it all meant, having once been a soldier myself, but I did not catch the full import of the brutal celerity of Spanish military revenge until the guard—on my heart to his in that touch. Hi* clinched hand relaxed and turned. The was next mine. Our hands clasped and there was a quick pressure. We were bom thousands of miles apart had never met until that instant, would never again meet unless in eternity, but we knew more of each other in that one moment than some life acquaintances; and I somehow believe I will find the face that was then the second time tamed on me somewhere in the undiscovered country when I am set to travel there. But the ferry-boat had bumped against the Havana wharves. Through the clatter and clamor and crowds, the deserter was shoved and saber-prodded to the Plaza de la San Carlos; hurried into a victoria alongside which were two mounted guard as, and driven rankly away. I could not work that dayjrand wandered along the walls of La Punta, restless heart-sick, and with the white face of that desperate life ever before me. At 4 o’clock just across the narrow harbor entrance were heard some ominous drum beats. On the little plaza just over the sea on the heights squads of soldiery. We could all this plainly from La Punta. I feared what it meant, could not bear it and hurried away. Just as I reached the old Boquete walls there was a sound of musketry at Moro. I looked across the channel and saw the smoke from their pieces well nigh enfolding them all. But I saw through and through that cloud one face sealed in eternal rest, when some old fish-wives on the Boquete walls near, crossing themselves as if it were an old habit and for like occasions, lazily muttered : “El desertar I” “El desertar!” “Maria Purissima!” exclaimed the man who had robbed me in the Montes de Torezos, flinging himself abjectly at my feet, “that man whom you befriended was my murdered brother!” Edgar L. Wakeman. A Very Uncertain Thing to Write Aboat-Hard on Mr. Boies-Govcr-nor Larrabee*? Message-Cards as Time-Rulers ! Poem. mw. A “L0CIu TUT VILL SO ECMN6 DOWN THE CORRIDORS. IAU. ) i, { D. 7. ) Running Away. Lewistown (111.,) Democrat. A lady who does not believe in the present “high pressure” system of work and amusements says that she owes her placidity of disposition and her capacity for endurance, to an old habit of running away. “When I was a chid,” she says, “I had a notoriously hot temper. As soon as my mother saw one of the ‘fits’ coming on, she used to say gently, ‘Perhaps you’d better run away a little while, dear.’ Then I would take my sled, or my little garden hoe, according to the season, dash out of doors, and stay there until the evil spirit had passed by. “We kept up that little habit, my mother and I. I entered the young ladies’ seminary of our town, and there I worked very hard, but, unlike many of the girls, I did not break down. Whenever my mother noticed that my forehead was beginning to tie itself up in a knot over my books, she would say: “ ‘Run away for an hour, daughter. The sunshine is very bright, and I want you to go out and soak yourself in it.’ “Of course, I didn’t always want to go, but mother could ba firm as well as indulgent, and the result was that I did a great deal of running away, either to bed or in the open air. The other girls kept themselves awake on coffee in order to study late at night, and some of them did outstrip me in book-knowledge. Still, I came to believe so fully in my mother’s prescription that I made it one of my rules of life, and I am consequently one of the people who have ‘Lived to fight another day.’ ” A H Kl ala At Faoarat. Chicago News. A midnight funeral is a queer sight. Shortly before that dismal hour last 8un day night a long line of carriages trailed through the mud and mist of Madison street. The plate-glass sides of the sable-trimmed hearse flashed back the struggling gleams of the electric lights and the dull rumble of the vehicle sent a shiver through the people who faced the ] fog and chill of the night. A! dozen carriages followed the black transport of the dead. Weeping women in mourning veils and relatives and friends of the dead, with bowed heads, were seen as the carriages passed beneath an electric lamp. The body had ] evidently arrived by a late train and the last rites of the dead were being performed in the darkness of the night. It was a gloomy, sorrowful procession— j the weather, the hour, the grief, the pall —all midnight blackness—not a ray of I light. Tho Discriminating Foreman. Times Democrat. Village parson (entering country editor’s office):    “You    promised    to    publish that sermon I sent you on Monday, but I do not find it in the latest issue of your paper.” Editor: “I sent it up. It surely went in. What was the name of it?” Parson: “Feed my lambs.” Editor (after searching through the Duper.): “Ah—yes—urn—here it is. I You see we’ve got a new foramen, and he put it under the head of ‘Agricultural Notes’ as ‘Hints on the Care of Sheep.’ ” Ths Hawk Err Bureau. Capitol Building, 7 Des Moms, la., Fob Another week has passed and the same old chestnuts which we used on all former occasions can be taken out and polished up—set up in type and you have the situation, or more correctly speaking, a resume of the past week’s agitative circus. Every time we have taken “our pen in hand to write you a few lines’ * we have been fearful lest ere the mariman could reach you, we would have to send a written telegram which we have prepared, and which reads as follows: “Don’t publish my [remarks dead-lock, they are stale; situation has changed”; or perhaps another which we keep in the other pocket, “Dead lock has been broken; destroy lettermailed yesterday.” Now, all joking aside, we have these two messages prepared—and have been under the necessity of renewing them, as paper will wear out. Hence we have a natural timidity about writing anything with reference to the “situa tion” or “another proposition.” “Fifty to Fifty” or any other kindred subject. Especially is this true when we know the conference commit tees are holding one of their pleasant (?) quiet (?) sessions. One action of to day, that of increasing the number composing Homer's works when only eight years of age. Precocity in Jesus    or    anyone    is    not I is illimitably more than enough to have I closing a flippant recital to a passenger perversion of powers.    J    given Mateo immortality as “el Maes-1 next him to the effect that the man had We see then that Mary    and Joseph | tro” of Spain. Its vastness, grandeur, I deserted from the forces at Moro castle deep poetic feeling, and marvelous real-1 some weeks before, after a tremendous ity, in which the flinty stone glows with I flogging for some slight infraction of dis radiant life, are, I believe, beyond com-1 cipline, had got “ '    T parison with any known sacred subject of the sculptor’s art to be found elsewhere in Europe. In the center of the Capilla Mayor or chief chapel rises a great altar of jasper and marble. Upon this sits the effigy of St. James, habited in a pilgrim’s esclvina or long cloak of silver and gold, glittering with rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds. Near is another effigy of the saint with an aureola of rubies and emeralds, and at his feet the statues of four kneeling kings. Again St. James is represented at the battle of Clavipo slaying infidels, who are falling about him in hundreds. Four great columns rise near these effi gies. Upon each is seated the figure of an angel. These four angels support the tomb itself, high in air, and an immense 8tar of blazing gold is suspended above the tomb. Not so very long ago, 1,000 lamps, burning incense, hung before this shrine. Behind the great altar, marble steps permit pilgrims to ascend were loyal to Jesus. They were at the annual Passover feast. I can not well take space to show how naturally this incident of Jesus being left in the city after the caravan had started could have occurred, but it is enough to know that it did occur. At this time Mary doubtless bestowed her care on younger children, and the boys of twelve might be with the me* or women divisions of the caravan. It was not family and family by itself, but caravans of hundreds; then men by themselves in groups, mothers the same, and naturally the larger chil dren again associating. But enough, Jesus got left, the parents look for him anxiously over the city. They look every where, on the streets and among kindred, and last of all they go to the religious meeting. There is enough plain humanity about all this. These parents did about as m^st of us would. We would hardly expect to find our children of twelve years, when lost, to be so interested that they forgot themselves in the lesson at the Sunday school. We On the question of Sunday observance, the Rev. B. S. Sanderson says in the I would rather fear that they were carried I for the fin del romage or last act of pi! Church Eclectic: “Man is double-sided He has his physical and psychical appetites and desires. From the week-day round of toil and labor, the level of the physical, the truest and most perfect rest is the change to the things which pertain to the higher and more spiritual quail ties of the man. It is obviously the duty of the church to provide the things herself (so far as she may) and do ml that she can to secure the media which will bring this rest and refreshment to man. This thought can be carried out in two directions. In the first direction (ss it is related to the ritual in our church aer ▼ices) I do not care to go now, not be cahse it Is unimportant, but because its necessity is being realised, as evidenced into some dive by violence or ill-luck, or had gone to a place of amusement But the child is at last found in the temple. Well, we suppose that Joseph and Mary set the example. We think that is the place where they spent their passover while in the city, and the child simply thought the parents were in earnest and so he was. The truth is, we are a little surprised if our children are seriously minded in religious matters when young. We are afraid they will be prematurely solemn. But then again if they go to sowing wild oats about this time of life we wonder at it too, because we think we have been very anxious to teach them religion. According to the record of Jesus a boy does not have to sow wild oats. It is a very perilous business for a young person. The trouble is that tim by the general levelling up of services I wild oats grow up so high that he is lia conducted by all schools of the church. But as it bears upon the other question, do desire to commend it to your thoughts and attention. I say it is the duty of the church to provide this psychical refreshment to man. To this «nd muse urns, public libraries, picture eateries, etc., should be opened for certain hours on Sunday (say for s part or the whole gnmage, which consists of kissing the hem of the sacred esclavma enfolding the effigy of thesaint. But as entrancing as were the treasures of this most rare and wonderful ecclesiastical pile of northwestern Spain, I was impatient to reach the interior. Securing the company of a band of Moraga-toe, on their way with a drove of pack-mules from Santiago to Astorga, in the province of Leon, I passed three days and two nights upon the mountain roads with my strange fellows, muleteers, who are descended from the Moors and still wear long tassels to their cape, and breeches as wide and corpulent with doth as a Scotch highlander’s kilt; remained a night at ancient Astorga, the Aaturica Augusta of Pliny, where the old Roman walla still exist in great massiveness and strength, linked here and there by gi had got so far as the Janico mountains where he baffled pursuit for some time until finally run down by blood-hounds—remarked airly:    “Ah, yes. He will really not even need breakfast again. The consejo de gurrea (court-martial) is already awaiting his arrival!” This deserter was but a boy. He had a fair face too, round, almost boyish, even through the hunted look that had made him an old man in terror and desperate effo.t during those few weeks in the chaparral. His clothing was in rags, and his bare flesh, scarred and bloody, showed through. His feet were partly bound with rags and bark and thongs of the ribbon tree. He was bareheaded, his hair tangled and knotty, and in one place a saber-cut was still open and bleeding. But he sat there with his hands clinched and his face like a piece of marble begrimed with mud. Through the windows of the ferry the spars, rigging, and flags of a thousand ships upon the peaceful bay gleamed and glowed as we passed. The sun that lighted the whole earth with such splendor kissed the mountain and made old Moro castle even beautiful The deserter looked at Moro as with an awful fascination. Then, as if beyond it and what he knew was waiting for him there, the poor fellow’s eyes seemed strained to some point far, far away. Ah, his frantic soul vaulted the hated walls to old Castile, mayhap to his own peasant home-to the mother, the sisters, to a peasant-girl’s th&tched-roof home by the vineyards, and brave aa he was trying to be, his whole frame writhed, his breast heaved and surged,    though    he clinched his hands tighter and looked old Moro squarely in the face, his blue eyes filled and Ailed again with tem that scalded their way through the chaparral filth on his face like torrents. A dozen Do Pot be Surprised. Philadelphia Times. If you happen to be a visitor at a Mexican “baile,” quietly sitting on a bench, do not be surprised if some bewitching senorita with raven hair and roguish eyes trips lightly up to where you are sitting and uncermoniously smashes an egg over your head. This curious action is merely to show her preference for you and means an invitation for you to get up and dance with her. AStIm to Mothers, Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup should always be used for children teething, It soothes the child, softens the gums. allays all pain, cures wind colic and is the best remedy for diarrhoea. Twenty-five cents a bottle Tho Largest Soiling V< The keel of what will be the largest sailing vessel in the world has just been laid in one of the shipyards of the Clyde. She will be 9,600 tons, over 350 feet long and will carry on her five masts a spread of canvas that would capsize Noah’s ark._ Entitled to tho Boot. All are entitled to the best that their money will buy, so every family should have, at once, a bottle of the best family remedy, Syrup of Figs to cleanse the system when costive or bilious. For sale in 50c and 91.00 bottles by all leading druggists. Mo H Pack. rood to Portion Int Inn, bls to be lost in the jungles of damns-1 gantic cabot; and then set out afoot and schemes for rescue shot through my tion, so uncertain is there a sign to guide '—*- —      *    —    - Men wander at night in a jtorm in I out. _____■ Dakota, farther and farther away from | I home because of no trees highway fences to lead. Seriousness for the serious side of life, and genial humor for the I ludicrous. 8ome people imagine that! boys need to be devilish to save of the afternoon.) I don't imagine for a I from an early grave. We have not so I t that everybody among wage I learned Christ Amos Stickal. alone down the valley of Orbigo towards the olden capital of Spain, quaint and! ruinous Valladolid. This impatience brought me a cingular adventure, illustrative of the return of bread cast upon the waters* At Villzpando two I roads, the northern via Medina, the southern by the way of La Mots, lead to Valladolid. The letter, dreary tad unfrequented, breaks into brain. The sight and thoughts sickened me. I could scarcely remain in that cabin for the idly this man rooted in me. Having recently graduated from the editorship of a high-grade literary per* iodical of “Middle America,” my sole helpful possessions in Cuba at that moment were a small piece of plug tobacco and 99 Bank of Havana bill. I quickly had these made in a compact wad. I got “Your address, please.” “John J. Johnson, Philadelphia, Penn-[ Sylvania.” “Street and number, please.” “Oh, that isn’t needed. I received a [letter with my street and number on it last year, and since then they know my address et the postoffice.” Met mn Plater——. Puck. The Court—Well, Mr. McGonigle, what’s your occupation. The Bondsman. -Ex-Assemblyman. The Court—What? The Bondsman.—Oh, I forgot, ^yure Aaner; saloon-keeper; but irs all the same thing.___ A Terse* a Trave**. He stole a kies from en tffime _ ••You’re a beertleee tnlef, ‘I’m s ‘beertfees thief.’ bot Ponje to* thief That stole my heart,” saith be. Mo table skonldbe without a bottle of An- "th* world reoow^ajje- this committee to seven on each side, is noteworthy. Three men on each side after they have talked fourteen hours without stopping a.e “tired.” AU the more so when the other fellows are stub born and obstreperous. Seven is bettor they can now divide themselves into watches like they do upon the briny deep and have everything in ship shape Will they reach a conclusion before this appears in print? I came very nearly saying no, but wUI only add—I can not say—perhaps they will—perhaps they won’t, and yet we think that everything points to an early settlement of this rather monotonous strife and tile beginning of our experience with a democratic governor. By the way this deadlock is rather hard on Mr. Boies. He has been kept out of office, and from the free and undisputed enjoyment of his title for some little time through no other reason or cause than the “cussed” stubbornness of that conglomerated amalgamated three in one, party called the opposition. This is bad enough, but after all the efforts made to elect him, the “voluntary contributions” which the influence of some of Iowa’8 gifted democratic sons was able to obtain from the “foreign (in a state sense)” interested anti-prohibitory interests, after assailing the republican administration for every act it ever committed and accuaing those in power of every crime man ever heard of—still further, after combining with the railroads to stab us in the dark. After all this and much more I have not the time to enumerate or you the patience to read, this good democratic party “makecmatters worse, much worse by openly saying upon the floor of the house, through the instrumentality of their leader, the sharp and shrewd Holbrooke from Iowa county, that they were perfectly well satisfied with Governor Larrabee—and infer that they didn’t care a-----(dem ocrats will have no trouble to translate, republicans can imagine) if he remained. Why this statement? Burely Governor Boies has made no remarks or done anything, even before he has been inaugurated, which causes these gentlemen to discover the virtue in a republican they have always told us, at least during the last campaign, dwelt only in the bosom of a democrat. Governor Larrabee, on some matters, may differ with a majority, a very large majority, of the republicans, but he is one nevertheless and we can’t exactly eee why Mr. Holbrooks should have discovered what a good governor Larrabee was just at this particular season of the year. Why didn’t they discover that as we did two years ago when he was a candidate for ie election. They certainly, or at least some of them, must believe it now. I do not think the gentleman from Iowa county meant to say anything but the truth or what he and his party honestly thought. So much for republican government. Another thing which would have a tendency to make us believe they meant all they said and were luke warm in their affection for the statesman from Waterloo the fact that this statement was made “several” times, “several” days have past but no democratic haste to get Mr. Boies an upholstered chair in the state house. Why, unless it be within the seclusion of a “star chamber caucus,” we don’t even hear them say anything about our friend Governor-elect Horace Boies and we take this opportunity even perhaps too late of reminding them, he is still on earth and naturally willing they should open those sealed communications addressed to the speaker of the house and give them a chance to tell us his position on so many of the vital and prominent questions which are keeping the good people of Iowa awake now at nights. All will remember that after we recovered from the astonishment of last November when questioned as to several important matters with reference to state government Mr. Boies told us that these matters would be fully treated of in his inaugural address. Now it is not fair to keep their chosen leader thus in the back ground. Give him a chance gentlemen for his “white ally.” Governor Larrabee’s message has been completed, and is, no doubt, a valuable state paper, containing much useful in formation, and no doubt a great deal which we don’t know anything about. But. that these gentlemen would or might feel offended. I mean our legislators. The governor could allow us to read this public document and become familiar with the needs, and aware of the resources of our state. Precedent, however, and perhaps a strict interpretation of the code compels us to wait until the private secretary may have the opportunity of presenting it to the senate and the house of the twenty-third general assembly with a bit of blue ribbon and a piece of gilt paper attached. After this is done, then the rest of us common mortals will have an opportunity of seeing what the governor has to say. We don’t want to be construed as inf erin g Gov ernor Larrabee is in anyway to blame for this delay, or this precedent. If he should overstep the bounds and go out of the accustomed beaten path he would perhaps get hammered without any mercy. But his message is printed, and everything ready but the “legislature ” True the reports of other institutions are "ffwte to him now, and then printed, but when as in former years they were made to the general assembly —they were often printed and disabled before that “Honorable Body” was in session sod we see no reason why the governor could not fire out his message ___ _ .right away and give the newBpap* fra-—Pock. I lenity a chance to differ with him. Also think what a Morning it would be to the now suffering people cd the state if they In with as ever” “with locked horns” “the lock still dead” and others of these old familiar double pica’s some brilliant flights of eloquence culled from Governor Larrabee’a message. tat if the people al large weary over the “little difficulty which agitates the gentlemen from the various representative districts, how about its effect upon the minds and health of our legislators themselves.    How many gray hairs can be traced to this cause and no other? How do they spend their time? What do they do between adjournments? Ah, could our spirit take flight and visit unseen the temporary abodes of many of our good meaning members we would Iud that after the evening repast had been finished four would gather together and sit down quietly to listen to such phrases as “What’s trump?” “clubs.” ‘You: card?” “I beg pardon, but you, did not follow suit;” “How’s the game?” I years which the “Six to four,” or perhaps on the other j may be commenced hand in some other room, “I pass;’’ 'Four cards;” “Raise it ten;” “I call ” Thus the idle hours which later on will belong to the “committee” are spent. What wonder? Who wouldn’t either indulge in the harmless passtime so popular with the American people or else patronage one of our theaters who are careful to have good attractions on hand during a legislative winter. Happy also is the man whose family is with him. Then he can through off at night the heavy responsibilities of voting the same way all day and for a short time at least enjoy life. We have seen other legislatures. We might make innumerable compurisons. As we think of time gone by and remember our own experiences we also know how it is to be away from home. Hunting through the flies of old and almost forgotten letters of other legislative years in hopes of finding therein some new idea (at least to others) which we might use to day, we came across fa letter personal in its nature, which was sent by a former well known senator from southeastern Iowa to his family—and we add it as expressing as well as we could the thoughts of home which come to oar legislators even at this time after an absence of four weeks from those who are dearer than the political glories and triumphs to be achieved here in Des Moines AT THET SAT ABOUT BURLINGTON IND HER NEST FULL OF ‘ BOOM” EGGS. General Gratification Over the Evidence of Vitality in the Old Territorial Capital Cit j-The Orchard City Widely Advertised. Des    Abohm House, <v Saturday Evening, Jan. as, 1876. y Pondering oven books and papers, In my lonely room so drear, Thinking of to morrow's speeches, I am doomed to make or hear. Broo ding o'er publio life and duties. I am destined thus to live and do. Musing over lights ar,d shadows Of a picture always new. Diving into depths of law and reason. Finding one but not the other, Uuti at last, la petty.passion, I lay aside my books and wonder— If perhaps some other study, Would not reset my weary brain. And lo! behold! a pleasant picture Presents itself to me again. ***»##* In my usua’ place reclining. With uplifted feet on neighboring chair, Pr meted bp a habit—puffing— At a strong but good cigar— I imagine—I am Bittie g~ In my own, my happy home, With tne loved children playing To and fro, from room to room, With mr own. my dear wife near me, In a chair adjoining mine, Speaking gent'y. kindly Of the senate of Des Moines; Regretting that I soon must leave her, For the scene of strife and duty, Telling me what all has happened Since my leaving last the city. Kindly speaking of the future. Hoping tor the better days to oome; Yet, *atisfl»d with this the present. Contented in my own, our quiet home. Little darling—W-o coming, In his own, his childish way, To relieve me of the ashes And bring them to the stove near by. My own, my pride, my B n, Leaning on his papa’s t hair: Ashing bim so many questions As to this, that bere and there, And I a in a chair before ua. Heading what I asked to hear. Her thoughts though are wandering To him, “who art so far and yet so near," Heading reading, every word I plainly hear Until gently, fading—fading— Hounds but faintly reach my ear— Till at length, my senses fall me. And in sweet sleep my eyelids close. * * * * * * * Suddenly I awake and looking round me. Find none near me, none of those Of wh-m I dreamt so sweet and fondly, Oh—how lovely—no one knows— Twas a dream—and nothing more, And again ore law and reason I must pore. Pondering over books and papers, In my lonely room so drear. Thinking of to-morrow’s speeches— I am doomed to make or hear. Odin. Hap* pay. This is what you ought to have, in fact, you must have it, to fully enjoy life. Thousands are searching for it daily, and mourning because they find it not. Thousand upon thousands of dollars are spent annually by our people in the hope that they may attain this boon.. And yet it may be had by all. We guarantee that Electric Bitters, if used according to directions and the use persisted in, will bring you good digestion and oust the demon Dyspepsia and install instead Eupepsy. We recommend Electric Bitters for dyspepsia and all diseases of liver, stomach and kidneys: Sold at 50c and 91.00 per bottle at Henry’s drug store. _____ And la* Fled, Boston Transcript. He came in with a breezy air, an ingratiating smirk, and a card in his outstretched hand. Before he could get his breath after climbing the stairs, Fogg reached out his hand and embraced the outstretched ditto effusively. “I see,” said Gogg, “you are an agent of the Suckemin Life Insurance Company. You’d like to insure me for 910.* OOO Your scheme is superior to any other in the market, and the premiums are so low that ITI never notice the outlay. I like your scheme; your face is prepossessing; why shouldn’t I take out a policy of 910,000 or 920,000? My occupation is less hazardous than that of the men who work in the powder magazine; I go over the Ricketty <fc Rattle-baug Railroad half a dozen times aday— seldom have less than ten smssh-upa daily you know—I sleep next door to a dynamite mill, and I eat at a boardinghouse. All my anchors, as far back as the landing of the Pilgrim, have died of heart disease or consumption; my cough has been on me ten years thus far, and the doctors tell me that I haven’t half a lung left, and that my heart is endowed with a full line of cardiac diseases. Oh, yea, I’ll—by George! he’s gone!” And so he bad. It was the first time on record than an insurance agent ever lost his voice, and it is suspected that this unfortunate went out hanged himself out of sheer chagrin. Msnu Bra* carnival at Haw Orlon*, Im , F*b. 18, 1890. For the above occasion the Burlington, Cedar Rapids and Northern railway will sell round trip tickets to New Orleans, Louisiana, and return at very low rates. Tickets will be on sale from February 12 to 16 inclusive, and will be good to return on or before March 8, 1890. For rates, time of trains and other information call on or address any agent of the company or the undersigned. J. S. Hajinsgax, General Ticket and Passenger Agent, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Bmtmre Thew Went UtopiaC Detroit Free Presa. The tired wife was struggling along, over-burdened with parcels. “John,” she wearily and accusingly said, “when we were single you didn’t i allow me to carry bundles.” “That was because you hadn’t so many of thes^” was his unfeeling reply. Correspondence of Th* Hawk-»tm. Des Moines, Fvb, 7.—The Leader this morning refers to the fact of the United States senate extending the time two Burlington bridge It also refers to the efforts being made in the way of other improvements in Burlington. Some notice has been made in Tut Hawkeye in regard to private information which we had given in regard to the healthy symptoms and substantial improvements going on ic the Orchard City, as Governor Larrabee delights to call Burlington. These are all facts which the people of Des Moines, and not only Des Moines, but those we meet from all parts of the state do not let pass by heedlessly. There is no city in the state better or more favorably known than Burlington, and the people of the state seem to take a pride in all that takes place in it, locking to its growth and prosperity. The efforts just now bein? -made, are particularly calling attention from all parts of the state and especially from the citizens of Des Moines They feel what adds prosperity to one of the leading cities of the state, not only affects that city, but it is an unmistakable evidence of the growth and prosperity belonging to the whole commonwealth. The methods adopted by th* Board of Trade and Commercial-Club are attracting notice from many sources. They are such as will bring large results, and the future will demonstrate the wisdom that proposed and put into execution the plan to advertise and bring to the notice of the capitalists in the east the advantages which the city of Burlington can offer for the investment of capital in enterprises that cannot but yield handsomely upon tho investments made. And the agitation and carrying along with these moves for the promotion of the prosperity of the city, none promises better results than a wagon and railroad bridge combined This is the one great thing that has long been needed, and now when it is so near within the grasp of the city the citizens cannot afford to entertain ‘.he thought for one moment that there is such a thing as fail. Burlington cannot allow her energy in this direction to miscarry. I is the great key to the situation which the people are now planning for the noble future of her city. We do not over state it when we say the people all over tho state are watching anxiously to see if the great good sense of Burlington’s business men, and her citizens generally, is not equal to the task before them. The bridge project must bo carried, and the great entering wedge to the city’s prosperity has been driven, and when followed up with united efforts, the rest will come as a natural consequence We have learned since we have been here that the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy railroad has secured the right of way through the wholo city limits, from the Cascades to West Burlington. This means something. And when we learn that President Perkins, of this road. has purchased the old Pierson place, between Burlington and its western superb, another fact flashes upon the mind This purchase is not necessary for the right of way. It is for another purpose more significant lf the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy spend a million or two dollars in improvements from *he east side of the river to West Burlington the city will eventually be built lip between the cit j proper and West Burlicgton, and Mr. Perkin’s good judgment, which has always been with him in his enterprises, has pointed oat to him what every one will see iv the near future—that the city must extend in a westerly direction. It came to us only a few week’s ago that a prominent Chicago, Burlington and Quincy man had said that this road in the near future would spend 12,000,000 in and about Burlington She cannot afford to dwarf the city and cramp her energies; she bas more branches centering at Burlington than at any other point on their main line, and nor main offices, aside from Chicago, are located in the city. They cannot help eventually from again making it the end of a division, and a very* important point on her iine By her contract with the city she is bound to make her principal shops within its borders. These facts are alluded to in order to aho’'*' to the people of Burlington the necessity of energy and promptness in this work of booming the city, to stimulate this great road ti prompt measures so as to keep pace with the improvements in store for the Orchard city. But they ought by ail means to get toe bridge so that some other large competing line can be induced to come into the city. It is these large trunk lines entering a city that adds materially to the prosperity of such city. In fact without more than one, a city can hardly expect to advance to the proportions of a place, which can offer the inducements to eastern capital that those can offer, that have the advantages furnished by great competing lines. Do not fail to procure the bridge, and with it a road that cia help the city in the way of freights sad everything else a first class road is expected to furnish a growing and prosperous city. B«*kU*’e A rat** Halv*. The hest salve in the world for cots, I bruises, sores, ulcers, salt rheum, fever sores, tetter, chapped hands, chilblains corns and all skin eruptions, and pod* ! lively cures piles, or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction or money refunded. Price 25 cents per I Ho*. For sale at R«nry’« Hnur Store. Wi Th*y Bota Advertise*!, Detroit Free Press. “Did you notice my advertisement?” I he politely said of a produce dealer on Michigan avenue. “No, sir.” “It is to *he effect that the house which [sold me six pounds of oleo, for real butter had better settle at once and sate I cost ” “Ah! Did you see my ad.T* “No, sir.” “It is to the effect that a certain dead-I beat had better pay me for eggs bought two years ago, or the account will be placed in the hands of a lawyer. ‘Hem!’ “Hem!” ...... Oh! ye who teach the ingenious youth of our great nation, let them learn noble art of self defense, as Salvation is the specific for hurts. Little Annie yesterday told us, in way what a good medicine Dr. Cough Syrup is; it had cured her very severe cold. bual On sale via the Burlington r Orleans at very low rates on “Mardi Gras Tickets good February 12 to February 16, Ktahn jfs*>* In the ears, sometimes a roaring i sound are caused by catarrh, that :gly disagreeable and very common disuse. Loss of ssaell tx hearing also result I from catarrh. Hood’s Sarsaparilla, the I return till March 8 ISM -Forb^r^ c™roa',Bxpr~ mum madktaA    -    9A.OOvatliott.pmao*— ;

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