Burlington Hawk Eye, April 13, 1890

Burlington Hawk Eye

April 13, 1890

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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - April 13, 1890, Burlington, Iowa THE BURLINGTON HAWKEYE. Established: June, 1859.]BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 13. 1890-EIGHT PAGlJS. [Puck: 15 Cents pee Wksac. PUN8ERT DTTEBAHCE8 OF THE SECTARIAI PIPER?. Sam. Jones’ Retreat-The Jews and Franz Delltzescb-How to , Teach Sunday School Lessons—About Saying Grace at Meals. family dressed plainly and lived plainly I that they might give the more. We are I bring in a grand and awful time; we are living in an age such as the world never I pasted through before. Never were such [ demands made as are made now. We I TUER BT iH can give more than we ever thought of < giving. A poor church decided to give a tenth of their income, and they were surprised to find that the increase was I two thousand per cent. The story is told [Of some converted Obijwas—thirty in jail—who gave out cf their property 1180 I for missions. Tnere is no telling what ! Christendom could do, if all would resolve to be rich toward God. VIEWS OF BOSTON. OBSEBViRG BURLHMOR BIBL Bunker Hill and Its Great Library—An Easter Service —A Visit to Harvard College— How the Students Dwell. I Charles Sumner. At one side, behind al vims protector, is a large statue of George Washington, and on the floor are nopies of the tombstones of the Washington family. I went up intel [the cupola, from whence a very fine! I view of Boston can be obtained. Wednesday. April 4 - This morning] we visited St. Paul’s church, which is on Tremont street. It is one of handed round. After we had wrought j the greatest devastation in our power, I there still remained more than the old-time twelve basketsfuL Our next pilgrimage was to the statue I of Liberty, a huge maiden on a hilltop near by. This is the largest granite statue in the world; one forefinger alone is two feet, eight inches in length. She stands with one hand pointing upward ____the oldest I .______ Mementoes—AI churches of the city and has high-backed I to the sky and with her face looking I pews like in King1 s Chapel. Prom there I across the tea. At the blae of Liberty, we went down to the corner of Milk and I on the comers, are tour statues, two to-1 with a sym-did not un- we weui uunu    wiuM    ut uk auu i uu »uc uurnerB, are lour bum I Devonshire streets where the Equitable I male and two male figures. Life Assurance building is stationed, op-1 bolical significance which I It is now announced authoritatively that the next Ecumenical Conference of | the Evangelical Alliance will be held in the city of Florence (Italy) a year from this present month of April. The little sleep will not seem long. The silence shall break out in song, The sealed eyes shall ope—and then We who have waited patiently Shall live and have our own again. —Susan Coolidge. A Port Worth correspondent writes to the Ban Antonio (Tex.) Times: “M. A. Collins, the Dallas man who accepted Bam Jones’s challenge to defend dancing, arrived here yesterday and presented himself at the tent. Jones backed out, and said he meant any one who was a professed Christian.” WIDOW OF NAIN. “Ywwwg Maw I Say Unto Thew, Ari**.” Hadar School H—sa, April ll— Laha 7: 11-18 Written for Tm Hawk-Bts. Lesson Facts —Jesus, his disciples, and many others, a day or two after declaring the beatitudes in last lesson, met, as they approached the city of Nain, a funeral procession cerning out of the city gate, bearing the only son of a widow on the bier, which Jesus touched. and restored the young man to his mother alive. Fear fell upon the people We published last Sunday an interesting letter, written by a young lady I friend to her family in this city. Through courtesy of the latter we are enabled to publish another equally charming com* I position from the same writer, which will prove excellent Sunday reading. posits the postoffice. Of course I was interested in '^“Equitable.” It is a | very large edifies, one of the tallies! in the city. We ascended as high as possible in the elevator and then climbed dizzy stairs | until we came out on a platform surrounded by an iron railing, whence could be seen the city and the harbor and the country for a long distance around Hurrah for the “Equitable.** We spent the remainder of the morning in various Boston, April I.—My dear family: I am enjoying my vacation much and am fast becoming acquainted with Bos-I ton. Yesterday morning as the day was bright and beautiful, I went to the Bunker Hill monument. Going out to Charlestown, I passed by the new post- and they declared that a great prophet offlce through the 'banking district J*®statehouse, whichjwas the second tad arisen. They praised God, declared    ^ ***,Th*    ---- ...    .    ..    ,    .    t *    I    elevation on which the monument stands this event throughout all Judea, and the | is not very high, but may have been levelled since the day of the battle. It is demand. Below these were four very good haut-reliefs cut in the rock. There wa* a representation of the embarkation of the pilgrims, the treaty, the compact and the landing. From the monument we went to the beach in omnibuses. It was about a four-mile ride along a dusty road The day was a perfect one. How beautiful the sky and sea looked! There was scarcely a cloud in the sky and tile ocean had a deep indigo color and was _________hardly disturbed by a ripple. A little        _ art stores. At Williams and Everetts I later, I am told, the water will have lost I the room with wide, deep window seats, we had the good fortune to see a good I this shade and have a greenish tint. We I cushioned in red. The panes of glass copy of Millet’s “Angelus.” Wednesdsy I gathered sea weeds and sea shells, and I were small and prison-like. In the cen* afternoon Eloise and I met the Dudleys I Hell found a couple of tiny jelly-fish. 11 ter of the room stood a nice writing desk and went down town Eloise spent a | send you a piece of sea weed. which I with a students lamp upon it, and also a covers, in great abundance, all the rocks I volume of Emerson’s poem. He had a near the water. On the way home each Us hall, where he h** his quarters. Most of the dormitory buildings are built around a green, shady square called the ‘ Quadrangle.’’ Hollis Hall is one of the oldest dormitories. Charles led the way, ascending three flights of bare uncarpeted stairs, until he came to a door that bore on it the card of lh. Charles Beardsley, Junior. * We didn’t known what in the I world we were coming to, but we followed trustingly. Such a lovely, delightful room. It was very large, although a curtain divided it, concealing unknown things. The ceiling was low hut the room was so large that it mattered little. At one end, was an old, old-fashioned fireplace, such a one as the Pilgrim fathers might have gathered round. The hearth and the mantel ware i of black stone. In times past, the boy who roomed there used to burn great logs which he carried up himself, and which perhaps he felled in the forest On the mantel piece were the familiar faces of Florence, and Lillie, and Lucy and Bio. There were two windows in AHONG Ti ACTORS. WHAT I HAWKYE RETORTER SIV IHI HEARD lid OF THE SOM A Faithful Account of a One Night’s Experience on the Stage of a New York Theater—Fatting on Tights —Artistic Face Dressing, Etc. down town good part of the time hunting a dress maker. After that Carol and I visited disciples of John the Baptist told him j of it—he being now in prison awaiting | beheading from Herod. hyai Beneath the cross the wheat shell grow, On Raster Day death’s reign shall end. And golden sheaves shall heavenward send. Hail the blest morn, by whose glad light Angles shall reap the harvest white! —Bishop Alexander Burgess. “A Roman Catholic priest,” says the Congregationalist/ ‘on the piogram of a Congregational ministers’ meeting, and advocating as earnestly as his Protestant brethren better observance of the Sabbath—this is not a usual feature of our ecclesiastical gatherings, but we are glad to record the innovation and hope to see it repeated. Father Scully has done yeoman's service in behalf of temperance in Cambridge, and lie was welcomed not The Oriental burial usually takes place in the hot climates, on the evening of the day of the decease. The remains lie on a bier, uncoffined, and are deposited in shallow graves-covered with rock in this part of the Orient, to prevent the I hundred steps which lead to the top si quadrangular in form apd there are stone tablets at the comers to show where the earthworks were thrown up. In front of the monument there is a large statue of Colonel Prescott just about to rush forward, sword in hand. Within the little ticket house, there is also a statue of Joseph Warren, who perished here so valiantly. I ascended the three ‘    “ ‘    ‘    ' of I Jackal from working.    I    the monument. In the center of the ob Two multitudes meet at the city gates; I elisk is a hollow stone cylinder which one headed by death’s bier, the emblem | of helpless nature’s fate; the other headed by Him “who is the reelection and the (life.” Here came together the two currents that are in the world, the Caravan of death meeting Him who has the keys of death and hell. And shall we stagger [in doubt or unbelief before this record? I To which side shall we belong? Shall [we hesitate? Do we pretend to believe serves aa a column around which a spiral I staircase winds to the top. At the base, within this column, there is a small copy of the original monument, having in lit the initials of General Warren. It is no light matter to climb to the top of the obelisk. The staircase is lighted up by flaring gas flames, and at regular I intervals there are small loop holes ad around the Doric hall, a one-armed old soldier approach ed us and inquired if I we should not like to see some of the other rooms. He directed us to the! senate chamber. There we found more one armed old soldiers, who were very gallant. They gave us a calendar of the day’s work and a list of the senators—! eighty-nine rf them. The room where this great body meets is quite plain and simple. The only ornaments are the paintings of noted Americans which decorate the wall. The only familiar name among the senators was that ofj Charles Carleton Coffin An old kindly man showed me next the room where girl was given an orange, ostensibly out of pure goodness of heart ; bat I believe really to keep the girls quiet We I readied home just in time for dinner. By my plate I found a card bearing the I well known name of Mr. Charles Beardsley. Jr. Eloise had spent the afternoon at the Art Museum, so that neither of us had had the pleasure of seeing him. Ini the evening, however, he called again. Friday morning Miss Bullard took Miss [ Dudley, Carol and me to market with her. The Boston market is held down in the northern part of town. The lower part of Fanueil hall as you know is filled with booths and stalls, where everything eatable is sold. Miss Bullard introduced I us to one of her friends, a Mr. Jones, the house of representatives, containing I who kept a fish market He was a big, two hundred and forty members, meets. The legislature is in session, every morning now, and our guide kindly invited us to be present some day. I think that next week I shall attend some meeting of the house or senate. Having inspected the library connected jolly man, full of tricks and puns, and] wearing a huge solitaire diamond on his i left hand. He showed us a great salmon J which cost him $40. He said that salmons were like the girls nowadays— | volume of book case filled with books which commend his good taste. Pretty chairs and pictures finished the furnishings of this room; he ought to be very good and grow very wise. His windows look down upon the famous class-day tree which is always wreathed with flowers on commencement day. If you have read “April Hopes” you will remember how Howells described the struggle for the flowers. This morning Eloise and I heard Mr. Savage preach a splendid sermon on the subject of “Easter.’’ He had often been asked why he, being a Unitarian, should celebrate Easter? The question was asked by two classes of people, those who ignorantly supposed that Easter had its origin in Christianity, and by those who thought it inconsistent that the Unitarians refusing the orthodox faith in the entirety should accept any of the church festivals. Mr. Savage went on to show that Easter took neither its origin, its name, its date or any of “they were very expensive, but we must I its characteristics from Christianity. It have’em.” We went next down to the* 1»— —------«    — for his own sake oply, but for his work’s I in a final resurrection at the end of time, I in the rounding corners of the stairway; mitring the daylight. The echoes sleep I with state house and finding nothing I wharves and docks where scores of sake.” THE DUST SPEAKS. I was a thing of low degree Till the first n>an was formed of me; Yet, since that miracle of birth, I am the sentient part of earth. Through every fragile grain I feel Bloom-angels of the springtide steal, Bearing to grosser mire and clod The resurrection gifts of God. —W. H. Hayne in Sunday School Times. “It is interesting,” remarks the Independent, “to notice with what respect the Jewish newspapers speak of the late Dr, Franz Delitzsch. And yet he was the most active man in Germany in the | attempt to convert the Jews. He was at j the head of a society tor the purpose, and educated missionaries to the Jews, and translated the New Testament into Hebrew. With their general regard for | him is to be contrasted the tone of contempt which they adopt towards most of the missionary work to the Jews in this country.” Of the recent hundredth birthday of the First Baptist church of this town, a Connecticut correspondent writes to the | Huston Watchman: “At the day’s beginning there was cloud and gloom. But the sun burst for, clouds were dispelled, and we went to our homes under the star-lit skies, which declared the glory of God—even as the Baptist cause has come out of the discouragement of a century ago, and counts its redeemed ones as stars without number, declaring the goodness, mercy and blessing of God.’’ ‘ ‘With a good doctor and a good priest,” writes that venerable Shaker elder, F. W. Evans, to an Albany newspaper, “all sickness of soul and body should be taken away from the people. Physical infirmities should be sought for and not not be found; moral and spiritual sins there should be none. Repeal all doctor laws, and let the dear people—the sovereign people—kill or cure soul and body in freedom.” Says the Congregationalist: “ ‘I had just time to get over the lesson to-day/ said one Sunday school teacher to another in the next seat. ‘Yes,* was the somewhat critical reply, ‘I thought so from what I heard. You got over it, but you didn’t get under it, nor into it.’ There is not much gain to a class when the teacher just gets over the lesson.” “Farmton” says, in the Advance: “Frequently am I invited to tea at the house of some parishioner. A blessing is always asked at the table. As I sit down it is easy for me to detect whether the blessing represents a custom. The behavior of the children, as well as the behavior of the maid, is a clear indica tic a of whether the pater-familias is ac customed to say* grace. I am frequently asked to say grace, but I rejoice in the growth of that custom by which the visiting minister is not asked. It is, I think, becoming more usual tor the head of the family, as we call by courtesy, no matter how it may really ba, the husband and father to say grace himself. It is, I think, a right which be longs specially to him; a right of course, which he may delegate, lf he pleases, but a right which I am always glad tor him to keep and to exercise. There is a spe elal fitness in him who represents the household asking God’s blessing upon the household as it gathers about the ta ble. The same principle applies to the pronouncing of benediction in the pub lie meetings of the church. It was form erly the rule for the most distinguished or oldest of those ministers present to pronounce the benediction. But now the custom is obtaining for the pastor himself, whoever may be present, to to pronounce these words of valedictory blessing. It is fitting; this privilege and this duty belong to him, as the father, the minister of his church.’’ and cannot believe that the Lord had then power to call a single soul back to its tenement of clay? Do we think the Lord has gone away to gather power to restore the dead to life after awhile, when he is refreshed with vigor by rest? Do we not now believe with all our hearts that April and May will bring a resurrection to dull nature’s sleep from the chill embrace of winter's work? Yes, we be-believe that nature’s own laws can overcome nature’s d ath, but we fear and tremble lest the author of nature and her laws cannot or will not clothe man with resurrection powers. O, ye of little faith, wherefore did we doubt. There is no evidence that the widow knew even who Jesus was. She had no faith nor prayer on record, only she was bereaved. Her earthly stay and support was gone. Her own whom she loved and who loved her, was gone. The silken cord of love was severed and golden bowl of life was broken When “the Lord saw her he had compassion on her and said unto her, “Weep not.” Then he stopped the bier, the procession of death, and said, “Young man I say unto thee, arise.” There is always a peculiar sorrow when a young man or woman is called out of this life. We mark it as a broken column. We think the errand incomplete. But we do not only mourn at the young man’s bier of bodily death, but there is a sadder scene than this. There is a second death as well as a second birth. There is such a thing, a very common thing, that in the midst of life a young man may be in the sleep of death. There may be moral paralysis while the blood flows. We wonder at the restoration of this young man to life. Well we may. Re-quickened flesh and-blood. It is like the new flowers that returning spring will call out to bloom for a season and then return to decay. But what if only the Century Plant were to flower in your house this spring? That would strike you with unwanted pleasure. But, what is that even compared to having the “Rose of Sharon or the Lily of the Valley” take root in a young man’s soul in your family? How many a young man is as to spiritual life as dead as the dummy standing at the merchant’s door step “If any man drink of this water he shall thirst again, but if he drink of the water that I shall give him it shall spring up in him a well of water unto eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.” Jesus says, “Young man, I say unto thee, arise.” This young man heard the Savior’s voice. He was dead, and yet heard the voice of God and sat up in his death couch. Will you then Bay, I would arise but know not how? The dead shall hear his voice, and you cannot be more than dead. What can a young man accomplish on his bier of moral stupor? He has got to be carried bv those who live unto God in the spirit. Jesus wants to say to every young man in America, he does say, ’young man, I say unto thee, arise,” walk in my ways. Start a Sunday school. Help to regenerate society. Be a sun and shield in the family, the church, the neighborhood. Be emancipated from the thraldom of passions and fashions of this worldly world, the “flesh and the devil. “Young man, I say unto thee, arise.”    Amos Stkckel. Bick Toward God* Christian Standard. What is needed now is that all Chris tians everywhere consecrate their wealth to the service of God Too many are wasting or hoarding the Lord’s money. Too many are consuming it upon their lusts. In the meantime the evangelise lion of the world is retarded. We can not plead poverty; this is a false plea The Chinese ire incomparably poorer than we are, end yet they spend $200,-000 OOO a year in ancestral worship. The people of this country pay a billion dollars a year for drink. There are as many Christian people in America as there are drinking people, and t*ey to immeasurably better off. We spend $58 000,000 a year for finger rings alone. In these lait days, wh^God is opening the doors of all nations and speaking to us as never before to go forward and win these lands from savagery and superstition to civilization and Christianity, we ere shamefully hoarding what He has given to us in trust Myriads of Christian lives need to be reconstructed. There are those who need to be taught that they mutt economise for‘Chris? s sake. Au eminent Christian woman tells how she Lim No Tim** How men of this busy nineteenth century, bustle, hustle, and rush about in theirimad endeavors to accomplish their various errands of life. Indeed, one might be reasonably led to suppose that the amount of time which is absolutely necessary for the proper performance of their duties is not allowed them. Time wasted is money spent. Bave both then by making sure you are routed via the Missouri, Kansas & Texas R’y, when traveling between Kansas City and points in Texas and Mexico. Twelve hours are saved, through sleeping cars had, and each and every facility for economical and comfortable railway transportation is assured if your ticket reads via the M. K, & T. By, from Kansas City to points in Texas, the Indian Territory and Mexico. For tickets, rates, and further information, call upon your nearest railroad ticket agent, or address J. L. Daugherty, Traveling Passenger Agent, M. K. Sn T. Ry, 40$ Court Street, Des Dobies, la., or Gaston Meslier, Gen’l Pass. & Ticket Agent, Sedalia, Mo._ Frans Gag ta emf. Commercial Advertiser. A race horse should be sold in the same way that some farms are disposed of—by the running foot Cemetery plots, when two young men going on before me roused them with their songs. At last, completely out of breath, I reached the top. The country for a great distance was spread out before me; the scene was bounded, partly by blue rolling hills, partly by the blue shining sea. To one side, lay Boston with its many gleaming spires and domes, to the other, the harbor and the white-dotted water. The Charles river crouched amidst the scene as if just ready to spring into the ocean. The breeze came from off the water, freely and strong. In the little room at the too of the monument, were hung two small black cannons that had done good service in the famous battle. They were two out of the four which the colonists owned; the British had captured the other two. As I stood looking seaward, a party, among whom was a little hunchbacked woman, came up the steps. How she was able to make the ascent, I do not understand. The spirit of patriotism accomplishes great things, even in these degenerate times As for myself, I was dizzy for the rest of the day. Returning to town I betook myself to the public library, whose praises I have so often heard Grandma Darling sing. It is a moderate-sized building on Bolyston street, opposite the commons. A new building of white stone, very much larger and finer than the old one, is being erected opposite (or as much opposite as anything can be in Boston) the Art Museum. There are rows and rows of books in the library. The floor is of marble; there are some very good pictures on the walls. A large library is always so aggravating; it is impossible to read or even look at all the books and just as difficult to discriminate. I merely looked around me and then walked out again. I then explored the Back Bay region; that is, Beacon and Bolyston streets and Commonwealth avenue. There the babies, little curled darlings, were taking their airing in the sunshine. That afternoon at five o’clock we went to King’s chapel for Easter service. This is one of the oldest churches in the city and is in the midst of the bustle and the roar. It has now.! a Unitarian minister and numbers among its congregation the aged Dr. Oliver W. Holmes. The pews are large enough to be small rooms. Thev are high, straight-backed, red-cushioned and closed with a door. The people sit vis-a-vis so that half the congregation have their backs to the minister. The service was as slow and sleepy as a summer day. The speaker hardly raised his monotonous voice above the pews. I sat in the shadow of the balcony beside a pillar, and imagined that I was a little Puritan maid doing weekly penance on those stiff, old seats. Eloise and I lingered after the others had gone to visit the gallery, look at the organ, and examine the tablets on the wall, but the sexton was impatient for his supper, so that we could not stay long. That evening we attended a violin recital at the conservatory, for which Della had very kindly secured us passes. rho ball in which they hold their concerts is in the conservatory building and is of a moderate size, and contains a large pipe organ and two pianos. The conservatory girls sit in the balcony, and visitors below, but Della had obtained permission to sit with us. The recital was very enjoyable. I was especially interested in a young Japanese girl, Nubu Koda, who played with skill and expression and looked very pretty in a white drees and pink sash. This morning we started out by going to Easter-week services at 8:30 in Dr. Phillips Brook’s church. To our disappointment he did not speak, but only his curate; however, we had the happiness of being very near him. After church I visited the Old South church, which now serves as a kind of museum. I looked at the old relics until my eyes fairly ached and my memory was in confusion. All of interest in dry. old law books, we retraced our steps across the commons, examining minutely each individual statue and fountain. I have come to the conclusion that people, on the whole, are pretty good; or rather, that most things have little real value but that their worth is dependent upon the estimate that we put upon them accordingly, if I take it for granted that every one is kind and well-meaning and treat them as if I thought they were, they are pretty apt to be go. It is just about as Dr. Mackenzie told us on college day. that there is nothing in the world will help a person so much as to have some one believe in him. I have been constantly surprised lately by little kindnesses from quarters whence it could hardly be expected. The world is better than I thought it On Thursday, which was yesterday, I sat upon Plymouth rock. It feels very much like an ordinary rock, my friends. About a hundred and twenty-five conservatory girls and a few outsiders formed an excursion to the early home of the Pilgrims, Eloise; at first bought a ticket, but finally decided not to go. I, however, stuck to the contract, and in the end was not sorry. Arriving at Plymouth, we first visited tho Pilgrim Hall, a kind of museum where relics of the Man flower and all its passengers ara kept. There were three huge, uglv painting®, representing the “Departure of the Pilgrims from Holland,” their “Embarkation” and their “Landing ” We saw Miles Standish’s sword. Governor Winslow’s ring. Mrs. Carver’s work table, the first communion service of the Pilgrims and many other antiquities. I have been in so many museums lately that it is rather difficult to remember what I saw and where I saw it. From Pilgrim Hall we went to Plymouth Rook. The wharf has been built out into the bay so that now the rock is quite a distance from the water. It is enclosed by a high iron railing, which is stretched from the four comers of an arch that shelters the sacred rock from the warm rays of the sun. When we first went there the railing was locked. One determined youth, Arthur Tourgee, son of the director of the con servatory. climbed the railing. The girls, not being able to stand on Plymouth Rock, took off their rubbers and put them through the railing to stand for them, by proxy, as it were. From the rock we ascended a hill, at the top of which was a marble slab placed flat upon the ground. This bore an inscription to the effect that here were buried all those passengers of the Mayflower who died that first dreadful winter. That lovely green bank was fertilized by dead men’s bones! Going around a curve we came to the sit.* of the first church in Plymouth. Here. a Unitarian church now stands. Behind the church on a hillside is the old burying ground. The oldest grave was made there in 1672; the oldest tombstone placed there in 1681. On the aummit of the hill is a small flat stone which marks the spot where the watch-tower, built in 1643 stood. Here the pilgrims kept continual watch upon the Indians who skulked among the rolling hills to the right These hills a little later in the year, must be very beautiful. A rarrow river separates them from the hill in which we stood. A little below the site of the watch-tower, another amal fiat stone marks the spot where the fort built in 1621 stood. Most of the graves were quite old and many of the stones were moss-covered, but the only notable name was that of Wm H. Bradford, secoid governor of the Plymouth colony. His monument was an obelisk, a miniature Banker Hill monument. The view from this hillside cemetery (I almost wrote seminary; I am continually saying Wheaton cemetery and Mount Auburn seminary) is very fine. To the front is thb great, wide, wonderful ocean. A long, white, chalky reef stretching out into the around the room were hung paintings of I sea forms Plymouth Bay. It is probable famous colonists, governors and patriots.1 — — •----- A sign over a .window near the pulpit announced that there General Warren had entered to deliver his famous oration on the Boston massacre as the British soldier prevented him from entering in the usual manner. There were on the walls several maps of Bostonia bygone time*- The cases were filled with relics of the revolutionary period—old Bible and prayer books, old china, old money, old articles of dress. We saw pictures of the skull of Joseph Warren, showing the hole made by the bullet which ended his life. There were Bev ue running iou*. wuwiHty*. I era! of his letters and a day-book which I The dinner hour    Md    we    I    " quoted, should he described by the    the    visits    he,    in    the capacity of I descended the hill to the station, meeting I ** that this reef was not formed two hundred and seventy years ago, else these long-headed pilgrim fathers had not chosen tbi* point for a landing place. The reef is studded with houses. Farther to the left is Provincetown, which may be clearly seen on a bright day. This is the last town on the cape, the so-called “jumping off place.” Looking acroes the sea froin a headland jutting out into the water is the tail monument surmounted by the statue of the brave old warrior and timid old lover, Miles Standish. schooners laden with fi h and clams were moored. We watched the oil-skin covered men boil the poor, helpless lobsters. ’Twas the day of the Passover and many a Jewess was buying a fishy, dinner. Of course we visited Faneuil Hall, the old “cradle of liberty.” The interior is quite ordinary looking, except for the many portraits of by-gone patriots— Washington, Peter Faneuil, John aud Samuel Adams, Josiah Quincy, John Hancock, etc. The old State House, not far distant, next merited our attention. It is a rather small building, having at the top figures of the lion and the uni corn facing each other. The lower floor is used for business purposes, the upper ones serve as a kind of museum. One small, oddly-shaped apartment, known as the “Independence Room,” is famous as the place where the Declaration of In dependence was signed Its walls are hung with old manuscripts and documents. One room contains many me morials of Governor Hancock and also of the Otis family. A chamber across the hall is famous for historic as sedations. Here the British held their councils at the time of their occupation of the city. From a balcony adjoining, the various royal governors haranged the people and issued the king’s edicts. Here a delegation of Bos ton citizens waited on the governor and made the first plea against oppression Above the door there is the old, battered lantern which was hung on “Liberty Free” in the commons, in token of the People’s resistance to the stamp act. Upstairs there is a fine collection of prints, representing the old historic buildings of Boston. Here too is the printing press of Benjamin Franklin, a great, dumsy, wooden thing. In the hall there is a small nook devoted to mementoes of Daniel Webster. Here also there is a bust of Power’s “Greek Slave,” We next visited the custom house which we did not find particularly interesting, as it was a comparatively modern building. Friday afternoon Eloise and I attended the Symphony concert. It was beauti ful, beautiful, beautiful! How much the people of Boston are to be envied! For twenty-five cents, any Friday after noon, one may spend a few hours in heaven—which is no exaggeration. I never dreamed of such harmony—certainly, I never heard it before. Violins, violin cellos, bass viols, oboes, clario nets, horns, violas, harps and I don’t know what else—all breathing forth living, stirring sounds. The people of Boston are wild over music. Concert rooms are crowded night after night, churches on Sunday are filled with as many lovers of music ai lovers of discourse. Everyone understands music in a greater or less degree. No one whispers or stirs during a performance; all sit breathless, but when it is finished sometimes the entire audience rises to its feet and clap and applaud in a transport of enthusiasm. Nearly every one has a cony of the music or a libretto of the oratorio and follows the performance closely. Yesterday morning I spent three hours at the Museum of Fine Arts. I should like to pass days there. In the afternoon Charley Beardsley called tor Eloise, Della and I, and took us out to Cambridge and did the honors of Harvard. We were very much interested, of course, in seeing the old uni-varsity. I should think Charles, Jr, would be perfectly happy—such an elegant library. There are some handsome edifices among the college buildings. The finest perhaps, is Memorial hall, which was erected in honor of the Harvard graduates and students who perished in the rival war. The main hall is long and narrow with a high, vaulted ceiling and handsome stained glass windows. Around the walls are placed stone tablets bearing the name of each one that perished in the war and the place where he fell- To the left of the man hall is another hall at right angles to it. Here many of the students dine. We counted about fifty-fivs tables, each table seating fifteen. Tis walls are hung with paintings of famous Americans and the hall is lighted by many windows of stained glass, Katy darkey waiters were standing ab+ut and there was the odor of boiling cofee in the air. To the right of the mon hall is a theater, quite large and handsome. Che college library contains between thme and four hundred thousand vol* ones. It is a fine large building of gray stme and contains also a long residing rom. We went from there to the Hiieum of Comparative has existed among all people and all ages Thousands of years even before Moses was born, Easter was celebrated in Egypt. fJTrimitive mao/as he said, lived very close to the heart of nature He attributed the great force shown everywhere in nature not to one god manifesting himself in a myriad ways but to a multiplicity of gods each reveal ing himself in one small way. He had many deities even for the sun—there was the god of the morning sun, tho god'*of the mid-day sun, the god of tho setting sun, the god of the sun considered as the light bringer, the god of the suu regarded as the life-nourisher. Opposed to the god of light and life was the god of darkness, night, death. There were foes, and in their struggle life and light must be conquered temporarily, as shown in the triumph of night over day, cf win ter over summer. But when the winter was gone and when the spring came there was a resurrection. Flowers blossomed and birds fsang. Mr. Savage showed this common belief among ancient people by the myths of Pluto and Persephone of the death of Balder the sun god and others. He read two resurrec tion hymns written centuries ago which might with propriety ? be ” sung in any Christian church nowadays. Therefore, he said that he claimed a right to cele brate the great and glad Easter day, on the bases of rhis humanity, not on the narrow ground of any sect. Rather than detracting from Easter day, he added to it all the associations of men for ages past. Then he gave an outline of his own personal Easter faith, which seemed to him rational and which no power on earth could disprove. He does not believe in death. To him it means no more than passing from one room to another. Eternity lies just beyond. •' Five minutes after the re-birth which men call “death,” he will be just as real and living as he was before the change. He docs not believe in the “future ”—there is no future. If his mother who, as the world says/“died” two weeks ago is liv ing (as he believes her to be) she is living now, she is not., in'the future; she is as much of the present as he is. He be lievea that the soul will take with it its personal identity and its power of recognizing friends. He believes that tho after life will offer opportunities for study, that literature, art, music, science, all that pertains to the mind, will there have a place; that there will be the victory of attainment and the glory of achievement. Without this he could not conceived any.progress or advance. I have been able to give you but a mere ragged outline of what he said, apart entirely from the personality of the man. He did not make one statement that he did not fortify with reasons. He speaks entirely with out notes, very slowly and distinctively. His manner is impressive sometimes he is caustic. His face is sad. Eloise said that his face looked like the pictures of Christ, especially around the sad, deep-set eyes. I really must stop. Yours,    Chedik    Conner. Written for Tm* Hawk-Iyk by John R. Mustek. “Su you want to get behind the scenes do you?” “Yes.” “Whew! that’s sgainst the rules of this theater.” “But there are exceptions to all rules, are there not?” I asked. “Yes,” and my friend rubbed the side of his forehead in a perplexed sort of a way which led me to hope. “But this theater, you know, and in fact all thee tars are a little particular about admitting people behind the scenes, though the stage manager does sometimes allow us to bring a friend, but not a reporter.” “Why not a reporter?” “Well you see we all like to be written up from the front, but not the back.” “I suppose so, yet the public are very much interested in what goes on behind the scenes, when the curtain is down.” “Now, look here John,” and my friend laid his hand affectionately on the shoulder, “if it was hinted that you were coming behind the scenes to write up this theater, you wouldn’t get near it. They are very glad to have you in the parquet or private box, but if you come behind, don’t let it be hinted that you are a reporter, or I will be in trouble as well as you.” “v>h no, I shall hint nothing of the kind.” “And away.” “I promise it—nay, I swear it!” “Good, I’ll arrange it Just go home and wait until you hear from me. Hole on, it may require a bottle of wine, you know, to bribe the stage manager And my friend winked. took the hint—reporters always do— and handed him a bill amply large to bear all expenses and went home fully satisfied that in the near future the whole matter would be arranged. As there might be* some danger of impli cating my friend if I should give the name of the theater, I have decided to leave that out. Suffice to say that it was one of the largest and most aristocratic theaters in New York city. I do not dare even give the promise me not to give me Zoology, which s. It is agreat yard. Young maiden if you’d boast those charms That win a lover to one’s arms. And that may never l*t bim go, TwUl be throat* SOZODONT whose powers Gives to the breath the balm of flower*. And leaves the teeth as white as mow. a EttoAler. Ally Slop's Half-Holiday. She—How He—Well, I physician, paid to his patients. There I cm our way the good peopleolTplymouth IJ? til* was a sampler, 140 yearn old, worked by las they left their churches. ’Twas Fast I    Mto^Jte^eom^Se “Elizabeth Holmes, aged ten. There was (day, aa you perhaps remember, and that I to    w! iiJ? la pair of Martha Washington’s silk I is here a holiday Schools and stores I quadrangle. We went    titrough a    great •lippers—and a good-sized foot she had, I were rioted in Boston and people flocked I “J®*    SS?on? eves too! An aged steeled pan: of slays mg to the sm-shore ^ “^SJ7?^ation. rated the torture our foremothers en-1 The spirit of the old Puritans lingers yet I    JS?    relied Inured. I taw an old-fashioned dock, aa I on New England Aam* von cannot I *4    *• Home RMktr*’ Excursion. On April 22, and May 20, the Burling ton, Cedar Rapids and Northern Railway will sell Home Seekers Ezcursion tickets from all stations on its line south of and including Viaton, to all stations on its line north of and including Iowa Falls, in Iowa, Minnesota, and South Dakota, at rate of one fare for the round trip. Tickets will be made good for ■«-turn passage thirty days from date of sale, and good for stop-over at any pom* north of Iowa Falls, either going or returning. For further information, enquire of any ticket agent of this railway, or J. E. HANNEGAN, G. T. &P. A bmubc. Light. She—Come on ter bed, ole man, it ’■ | mos* ’leven o’clock He—Don’t ladder me, Mariah! I’se | settin’ up to rest. If I goes ter bed FII drap off tor sleep an’ nebber know de I full time dat I’s restin’. A Naw LomI Train. The Burlington Route (St L , K, & N. W. R. R.), always alive to the business situation, will shortly put in a fast local train running between Quincy and Burlington. The train will leave Quincy at 7:15 each morning and arrive in Burlington at 10:20, returning will leave Burlington at 3 p. rn. and arrive at Quincy at 6:20 p. rn., giving good facilities tor local travel between Quincy and Burlington and all intermediate points. The train will be put on Monday, April 31. __ ••me New Eeelety Call*. Boston Herald. Progressive poker with real chips is reported to be getting into society. It [ usually gets into its victims when it sets out. name of the play for then it would be an f matter to find the I bree days latter I received a note from my friend saying all arrangements had been made tor me to pass an evening behind the scenes, and that as I was going on the stage it was necessary to take a stage name, especially as my real name was somewhat known as a news paper correspondent, and that for the time being I was to be Mr. Henry Barnes Now Barnes is a pretty name, and I had no serious objections. I was to assume the role of a stage struck youth anxious to take an understudy and learn some thing of the histrianic art. I went early in order to avoid the rush and found my friend at the stage entrance. The main entrance was on OLO street and the stage entrance on an other. It seemed to me fully two or three hundred yards away. There is quite a difference between the two en trances. The stage entrance looked any thing alBe than the path fairies tread to appear before an enrapturec audience. It was a narrow alley boarded up with an iron door to let people, horses, dogs, trained donkeys, cattle and other raw material that go to make up the paraphernalia of scenic effect through, and keep dudes out. The entrance is wide enough for a cart and the way is strewn with timbers and big rolls of old worn-out canvas. It was so dark at first that we had to grope our way, and I thought it an excellent place for pickpockets, sand-baggers "and high waymen. But a little further along we passed a small box-like house like a flagman’s or switchman’s nest, in which an old man sat. I don’t know what his business was, unless to knock down dudes and mashers who haunt stage en tances. It was lighter for the remainder of the journey, as several gas jets were burning- The scene here looked very much like a western Tillage or a forest after a cyclone had visited it. There was a great paper-made tree, with a piece of landscape on end, near us a painted log. part of a set cottage a section of a stairway, two doors and a pile of straw. An old one-horse Wagon was the next thing we encountered, and a coop full of live chickens. I seemed to be in the ruins of a barn, for I heard a horse snort and saw rough timbers and unpainted canvas on every side. What a difference it is from behind and in front of the scenes. The light was much better here for we were now really upon the stage. There were hundreds of yards of a®ked if all were ready. Some one answered “almost.” ‘Hold on—” said a fairy-like creature, who was dressed as a danseuse, “Kitty’s not ready.” “WhaVs the matter?” * Busted her tights. Putting on a new pair’’ "You had better stand second R. N. I,” my friend whispered; “you’ll be more ut of the way.” I looked at him and requested him to translate the term, or plant me. He thought it best to plant me, and he jd me back to the entrance and said: * Stay here; you ca* see all and will not be much in the way.” I now found myself surrounded by airies with wings and dresses that would afford much protection in cold weather, clowns, harlequins, jugglers, luge carpenters. ».'ene shifters and different characters The girls were whispering, the men for most part looked mn, and the clown and comedian sighed and looked as if they were going 0 a funeral. The stage manager turned to a boy and said: "Go and see if Kitty is dressed.” The bey went and came back and said she was risky. “Let her go!” said the stage manager, A fellow pulled something and I could see the footlights beyond the big front curtain flash up. Then a moment later the orchestra struck up. The stage carpenter came along to fix a fairy bower. He pushed a great big platform inside, then with assistants and hammers, began nailing on braces and fastening canvas. “Tell that d—d supe to get out of the wing,” the stage carpenter cried I didn t know what he meant, until a little fairy touched my arm and said: “Didn’t you hear Tubbs tell ye to get out from the wing.” I was helpless, but. she took me under the shelter of her wing to another place, where I could witness the strange scene from afar. Well, I don’t know what all they did. They set braces, charged dynamo, placed wings, flew flies, and all with such instantaneous bewildering rush that by the time the orchestra had finished they were ready. The great curtain went up slowly, and though I could see no audience I heard a mighty applause at what to them seemed a magnificent spectacle, but to me was the veriest sham of cross beams and unpainted canvas I had ever beheld. The fairies became suddenly gifted with new life, and flitted and danced and sung in a bewitching manner. The comedian lost his funeral aspect, became jolly, witty and actually seemed happy, while the clcwn awoke from his stupor and made the galleries ring. It would take too much space to tell all now, or the amount of inconsistencies between before and behind the scenes. The hero of the play who was so gallant before the audience aa to draw thunders of applause, seemed to be hated by everybody as soon as the curtain was down. Even the girl who had clung so fondly to his neck and who had sworn to love him forever and ever, and whose life he had saved, was heard to say she wished the manager would discharge the “d d fool.’" The man who had played the part of the villain and had been slain on the sta^e got up and walked cfI in a most uncorpselike way, as soon as the curtain was down. One old fellow who nab taken ths part of a parson, and had delivered a temperance lecture of which Gt IT might have been proud, was heard between acts to ask: “Who in the hell stole my beer?” I believe the moral effect of his temperance lesson would have been lost to the audience had they seen as much of the divine as I did. As the play progressed I continually found myself in the way. I know now why managers object to visitors behind the scenes. “Shove that wing up a little, put in that set house and let down that fly; there’s that d—d supe in the way again,” the stage carpenter said. My friend came to my relief and said 1 had better go to R, 1st. E- Not having a very clear idea of where it was I was blundering along, fearing every moment that I would tumble into some of the pitfalls in which I had seen the bari-iquin disappear, when I struck my toot against something and came near falling I hurried to R. 1st. E. and heard the manager saying. “Blankety blank, that blankety supe has kicked the chimney off the house.” I had never dreamed before that I possessed such artistic powers. It was more than the high kickers of the ballot could have done. The chimney was patched up. the house drawn up through the floor and set in position, and the play went on. When it was ended I sat down in my friends dressing room while ha underwent a change, ana by aid of soap and water became his natural self again. Handing me a cigar, he asked: ‘ How do you like it behind the scenes?” “I would not have missed this night for a considerable sum.” I answered. “But it would take a much larger sum to induce me to pass another night here ” “Oh it’s nothing when you get used to it.” “Are those managers always mad?” “No, they are good fellows, but they are sorely tried.” Well, I had been sorely tried too, and I left without much reluctance. We have before the scenes and behind as distinctively marked as on the stage. The hollow shams of society, the pretentions before the foot lights of the world’s stage, are as false and as different from the real home scenes (sometimes) as on the mimic Btage. Others may like a night behind the scenes, but one is enough tor me. New York, April, 7. canvas, ranged on each side of the stage, in regular raws, the scenes in real life, or wings with machinery enough behind ' * it all to have puzzled a first class millwright. A row of small apartments were on each side behind the wings—these were dressing rooms. Men, women, girls and children were coming in and entering these rooms. ‘I will take you to my dressing room,” •aid my friend, “you can see what it is like, and the others are the same.” At this moment a young fellow with an old-gold mustache and a blonde hat to match, came up and spoke to my friend in an undertone. “Oh, yes, yes, this is my friend I spoke to you about. Mr. B. this is Mr. BUUM ” pie fellow with the old-gold mustache smiled and taking my hand said: “Mr. Barnes of New York?” “Yes, sir,” and I blushed at the falsehood, wondering whether my fellow reporters would not torn me out of the brother hoocbif they should learn I had lied. But even a reporter sometimes finds the truth inconvenient. I went with my friend to his dressing room. It wss a small affair, provided with mirror and a gas jet, on each side of it, a sma’j \ ar, hot and cold water, basin ai£4frluL My friend be* an to make up. Removing coat and vest, It is very important in this age of vast [ material program that a remedy be pleasant to the taste and Aye, easily taka, ae- tight lacing. 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