Feinberg/Whitman Box 4 Folder 23 General Correspondence Biddle, Mrs. Noble T. Jan. 1887 & May 1891328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Jan 2 '87 - I mail you the two Vols. (same address as this card) - When rec'd please kindly send me a card notifying me - The Vols. are fully paid for. Walt WhitmanUnited States Postal Card Nothing but the address to be on this side Mrs. Noble T Biddle San Jose California {Philadelphia, Transit, Jan 2}"Noble's Rest." San Jose Cal. May 25 - 1891. Dear Mr Whitman, I want to be amongst the first, to reach across the Continent from the Pacific Coast, with warm Congratulations for your Birthday! And hope the little boy, by your side with pencil and note-book, will jot down all the sayings, of that day, so the friends, who are not face to face, may share. May you reach many more mile-posts, on this journey of life:as the royal purple curtains are drawn around you, as "only waiting" with the stars. You greet the "Midnight Visitor" as he gently leads to your Heavenly home. Yours sincerely, Mrs Noble T. BiddleSan Jose, CAL May 26 130 PM 1891 Mr. Walt Whitman Camden New JerseyCamden, N.J. Jun 2 6 AM 1831 Rec'd"Noble's Rest" San Jose - Cal May 26th 1891 Dear Mr Whitman, I want to be amongst the first to reach across the Continent, from the Pacific Coast with warm Congratulations, for you Birthday! And hope the little boy, by your side with pencil and note-book, will jot down all the sayings of that day, so the friends who are not face to face may share. May you reach many more mile-posts, on this journey of life;eer the royal purple curtains are drawn around you "Only Waiting" with the stars you greet the "Midnight Visitor" as he gently leads to your Heavenly home. Yours sincerely, Mrs. Noble T. BiddleMrs Noble T. Biddle "Walt Whitman" The Old Grey Poet"WALT WHITMAN'S BURIAL. Throngs at His Grave, but No Religious Ceremony. CAMDEN (N. J.), March 30. -- The remains of Walt Whitman, the poet, were interred this afternoon at Harleigh Cemetery after impressive funeral services attended by a large throng, including many well known in literary circles. The casket, of plain oak, was almost hidden beneath floral tributes. Whitman's numerous admirers filed past the body in a constant stream as it lay in state at his home in Mickles for over two hours this morning. No services were held at the house and the mourning procession passed in silence to the cemetery, where hundreds of sympathetic spectators lined the walks. At the tomb Francis Howard Wilson of Philadelphia read passages from the Scriptures and from the poet's writings. Dr. H. M. Bucke, Whitman's biographer, spoke at length on the life and character of the dead poet, as shown by his works. Thomas B. Harned and Dr. Daniel g. Brinton also made addresses, and the ceremonies concluded by an address from Robert G. Ingersoll.don't know how to trim my new theatre hat." "I'll tell you," answered her big brutal brother. " Take a pair of scissors and trim it down." - Washington Star. - "I wouldn't marry the best man in creation," said Estelle. "That let's me out," said Chappie. "Farewell for ever." - New York Herald. - "Rosalie has adopted an idea that makes all the girls awfully jealous." "What is that?" "Why, she has taken all her engagement rings of last summer and had them made into a chain for her pug." - Harper's Bazar. - She's home, tired out, but feeling gay, Her heart with pleasure brimming o'er, For she has spent a happy day In looking through a bargain store. - New York Press. - Wooden- I see they have introduced a bill against the sweating system into Congress. Greyneck- Yes, and I hope it will pass. Wooden- Well, how will that affect the Turkish bath business? - Boston Courier. - Gummey- Now that is what I call a taking picture.Walt Whitman's Tomb. It is a Plain Hillside Vault Built of Granite Bowlders. During Walt Whitman's outdoor trip last summer, says a Camden (N.J.) special, he was frequently driven out to Harleigh Cemetery to personally superintend the construction of his tomb. The site, the material, and the manner of construction are all of his choosing, and he took pleasure in watching the work as it progressed. Two miles from the Philadelphia ferries, on the main road to Haddenfield, lies Harleigh Cemetary, beautifully situated in one of the Walt Whitman's Tomb. few picturesque spots of Camden's neighborhood. Passing along smooth drives and by well-kept lawns dotted with flower beds the visitor comes to a little valley in which nestles a tiny lake fed by springs from the hillside. It is here, among a cluster of beech and magnolia trees, at the head of the lake, that Walt Whitman selected the spot for his tomb. The vault is built into the hill on the west side of the ground, and is composed of enormous bowlders of granite. The stone door is hung on massive brass hinges, and requires the united efforts of three strong men to swing it. The two front stones stand like immovable sentries and are very imposing. A solid block of granite is laid across these on the top, and a heavy triangular capstone is placed on this, with the simple inscription, "Walt Whitman," carved out of the solid rock.will be found, however, later on, that there are plenty of trout in the streams. The future sport must not be judged by the present results. Experienced anglers are well aware that the creeks are still too high, and that the fish have had such a plentiful supply of food it will require at least two weeks more of fine weather before the large trout will be tempted to accept of either fly or bait. At the present time an angler might fish thee miles of water and not basket a trout worth having, although he may have passed many large fish in his journey. The little fellows are always hungry, and when they are all or nearly all captured the fraternity of trout fishermen, with few exceptions, will say that trout-fishing for the season is at an end. It can be safely said that only the experienced angler who steals along a stream with careful tread and fishes cautiously every little pool can give the right information as regards the value of a stream when it is condemned by the men who flounder through the water, making almost as much noise as a Sacramento ferry-boat in its journey through the narrows at low tide. Judging from the condition of the creeks at present, favorable sport will not be had from top or bottom fishing for at least three weeks. There are some undoubtedly good fishing- streams in this State, but, to use the words of an old angler who is now a resident of Seattle, "California is not in it with Oregon or Washington." The sporting editor of THE CALL has received a letter from one of the old stream-whippers who some years ago departed from the happy family of anglers of this city for the north. He is now a resident of Seattle, and, as will be seen by extracts from his letter, he is in the anglers' paradise. He says: "Well, how are all the old boys who are now or will soon be breaking legs and necks over rocks and decayed tree stumps in their, I might say, desperate attempts to fill the bottom of a basket with fingerlings for the happy families at home. "I suppose John Benn, John Butler, Jim Orndorff, Charley Green, Al Wilson, Charley Ohm, Boss Perkins, Dr. Dean and many others whose names I can't just remember now are building up great schemes - in their minds- for the capture of big trout. "I do not forget the joy that will follow the capture of a two- pound trout in April from such streams as the Paper-mill,Walt Whitman The "Good Gray Poet," as he was called, passed from earth on last Saturday. He will be remembered as having read a lecture at Elkton several years ago, coming at the solicitation of his personal friend, Folger McKinsey, who at that time was connected with the Cecil Whig. The poet was buried from his late residence at Camden, N.J., on Wednesday. Nearly four thousand people assembled at the funeral which was conducted in a manner different from the usual religious ceremonies, and in accordance with the wishes of the deceased. Speeches were made by friends and Col. Robert G. Ingersoll, the personal friend of the poet, spoke an eloquent eulogy. Folger McKinsey, from Frederick, Md., sent a boquet with the following letter addressed to Horace Traubel: Dear Sir: I have taken the liberty to address to you this little box of flowers for Walt Whitman's coffin. The fern springs of myrtle are from the grave of Francis Scott Key, the poet of American patriotism, for the grave of the poet of American Democracy). The tribute is a modest one, but it comes from one of Mr. Whitman's "boys" - one who was a few years ago as close to him as anybody, and who holds very dear the memory of his friendship with the great- hearted man. Please be kind enough to give the little bunch of flowers an humble place among the many richer and more elaborate tributes that will no doubt be seen.WHITMAN'S FAREWELL. __________ The following poem is taken from the April number of Harper's Magazine, and it is the last that the good gray poet ever wrote. It was written to accompany a picture sketched by J.W. Alexander, the artist and has the ring of triumph in it that would be sounded by a bell that tells the birth of a king, rather than the strange, deep tolling for his departure. There is in the poem the utter resignation of a man who has fought passionately for every- thing that means life and yet is ready to fling it away to the first beggar. The final lines in the poem have the sweet hope of something to come, which Socrates had when he spent that last day with the hemlock. The poet speaks, and so did Goethe, in the last moment -"More Light." Whitman dies on the mountain overlooking the Holy Land - just as Moses ascended to the crest of Nebo and was taken by God. Yet Moses never said farewell, and here we have in this year, that is so. near the close of a noble century, the "Vale" of one who has shaded his eyes as he surveyed the land of rhythm and song which the coming century shall show. Whitman and Wagner, the prophets of our age in poetry and music, have left in the "decadence." Does it not make one think of Robert Burns when he flung open the gates of verse in the close of the eighteenth century and stood there, blue bonnet in hand, to hold his own against the opponents of nature? Through the portals strode, later on, Wadsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Tennyson, Keats and Swinbourne. Whitman took Burns' post of honor at the gates, but who will be the next? ------------ Death's Valley. Nay, do not dream, designer dark, Thou hast portray'd or hit thy theme entire: I, however of late. by this dark valley, by its confines, having glimpses of it. Here enter lists with thee, claiming my right to make a symbol too. For I have seen many wounded soldiers die, After dread suffering - have seen their lives pass off with smiles; And i have watch'd the death-hours of the old; and seen the infant die; The rich, with all his nurses and his doctors; And then the poor, in meagerness and poverty; And I myself for long, O Death, have breathed my every breath Amid the nearness and silent thought of thee. And out of these and thee, I make a scene, a song, brief (not fear of thee, Nor gloom's ravines, nor bleak, nor dark - for I do not fear thee, Nor celebrate the struggle, or contortion, or hard-tied knot), Of the broad blessed light and perfect air, with meadows, rippling tides, and trees and flowers and grass. And the low hum of living breeze - and in the midst God's beautiful eternal right hand, Thee, holiest minister of Heaven - thee, envoy, usherer, guide at last of all, Rich, florid loosener of the stricture-knot call'd life, Sweet, peaceful welcome Death. ------------- reducing the army of clever ones to the twenty that will be sent to the World's Fair have not, as has already been stated, been entirely perfected, but some means will be adopted by which the contestant will be reduced to a ponderable number, say under 100. THIRD - The scholars so elected will be examined at a given place as soon as possible after the closing of the term. The examination will be held by and under the direction of a committee of five of which the State Superintendent of Schools will be Chairman, and to extend over sufficient time to give all competitors ample time to answer the written or oral questions to be propounded to the contestants. Besides the Superintendent of Schools four prominent educators - two ladies and two gentlemen - will be chosen to act on the committee; and if the number of pupils presenting themselves for examination should be large, they will be given the right to call in expert assistants to aid in examining the papers. Each candidate will be assigned a number with which he will sign his papers, and no members of the committee is to know what these numbers are, so that the examination will be entirely impartial. FOURTH - The examination will be on the following branches of study: Arithmetic, history of the United States, English grammar, spelling, geography, composition and penmanship (proficiency in the last-named branch to be determined from the writing of the pupil in preparing answers to the questions submitted). In examining contestants upon these various branches, as above named, a series of not more than twenty nor less than ten questions designed to show how much general information the pupils possess will also be presented to each candidate for answer. It is to be understood that all the questions are to be plain, practical and common sense in every way; that no catch or trick questions in arithmetic, grammar or spelling shall be asked. The object of the examination will be to ascertain which of all those who present themselves before the examiners has the best common-sense practical knowledge of the subjects upon which they are examined, the EXAMINER believing that the young scholars whose education is thus so well begun, are best fitted to complete it by means of this excursion. It makes no difference what text-books the student has used in acquiring his or her knowledge, or whether that knowledge was obtained from text-books, teacher, parents or friends. The question will be plainly, Who has the best knowledge of the subjects presented at the the examination? The questions asked will be adapted to the age of the pupils, and in every way an honest attempt will be made to ascertain which are the wisest boys and girls on the Pacific Coast on the day of examination. To these boys and girls the offer of a trip to the World's Fair is made by the EXAMINER, and the offer will be carried out in good faith. As soon after the close of the examination as possible the examiners will announce the names of the winners. GILT-EDGE GASTRONOMY. It Causes a Very Hot Dispute in a Popular Restaurant. Six Bottles of Very Cold Wine Render the Diners Dubious of the Number of Wishbones in a Fat Chicken. "Where's the profit of paying $32 50 for a dinner to further a six-bit real estate deal?" propounded Attorney Rossi to Justice of the Peace Gray yesterday. The Court rubbed its learned brow over the proposition, the auditors appeared perplexed with the conundrum and even the attorneys for the other side looked slightly dubious. However, they quickly recovered themselves and responded: "It is not profit we are looking for, only justice." Rossi sneered. "Only justice," he retorted; "no profits. Why that - that gigantic restaurant bill is nothing but profit. It's gorged profit, and there is not a mite of justice in it. Thirty-two and a half dollars for a meal like that! It's barefaced robbery - restaurant robbery!" During the dispute it came out that F. Cavagnaro and V. Trepani had a little real estate transaction on hand and so they drifted into the Bueno Gusto restaurant on Broadway street to talk the matter over. There was a knotty problem in the deal, and to help unravel it they invited Attorney Rossi and a sumptuous dinner was ordered. BUSINESS BEFORE WINE. The real estate matter was cut into before the soup, and so good was the dinner that the whole business was finished before the roast. When the dessert and black coffee came along there remained only the occasion to celebrated. Nothing could do it more handsomely nor more spiritedly than several bottles of wine. Accordingly the wine was called for and the health of eachE EVENING POST: ___________ A TWILIGHT SONG. ___________ For Unknown Buried Soldiers, North and South. ___________ As I sit in twilight late, alone, by the flickering oak flame, Musing on long past war scenes - of the countless buried unknown soldiers, Of the vacant names, as unindented air's and sea's - the unreturn'd, The brief truce after battle, with grim burial squads, and the deep filled trenches Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence they came up, From wooded Maine, New England's farms, from fertile Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio, From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas: (Even here in my room shadows and half- lights, in the noiseless, flickering flames, Again I see the stalwart ranks on-filing, rising p I hear the rhythmic tramp of the armies); You million unwrit names, all, all-you dark bequest from the war, A special verse for you-a flash of duty long neglected-your mystic roll strangely gather'd here, Each name recall'd by me from out the darkness and death's ashes, Henceforth, to be deep, deep within my heart, recording, for many a future year, Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South, Embalm'd with love in this twilight song. ---- Wallt Whitman in the May Century. ASSESSMENT NOTICES. ANDES SILVER MINING COMPANY—LOcation of principal place of business, San Francisco, California; location of works, Virginia City, Storey county, Nevada—Notice is hereby given that a meeting of the Board of Directors, held on the tenth day of April, 1890, an assessment (No. 36) of 25 Cents, per share was levied upon the capital stock of the corporation, payable immediately in United Stated gold coin to the Secretary, at the office of the company, No. 809 Montgomery street, rooms 2 and 3, Nevada Block, San Francisco, California. Any stock upon which this assessment shall remain unpaid on the FOURTEENTH DAY OF MAY, 1890, will be delinquent and unless payment is made before, will be sold on TUESDAY, the THIRD DAY OF JUNE, 1890, to pay the delinquent assessment, together with costs of advertising and expenses of sale. By order of the Board of Directors. JANES J. E. HAWKINS, Sec'y. Office—Rooms 2 and 3, Nevada Block, No. 309 Montgomery street, San Francisco, Cal. ALPHA CONSOLIDATED MILL AND MINing Company.—Location of principal place of business, San Francisco, California; location of works, Gold Hill, Storey county, Nevada—Notice is hereby given that at a meeting of the Board of Directors, held on the fifth day of April, 1890, an assessment (No. 4) of Twenty-five Cents (25c) per share was levied upon the capital stock of the corporation, payable immediately in United States gold coin, to the Secretary, at the office of the company, room 79, Nevada Block, No. 809 Montgomery street, San Francisco, California. Any stock upon which this assessment shall remain unpaid on the TWELFTH DAY OF MAY, 1890, will be delinquent and advertised for sale at public auction, and unless payment is made before, will be sold on TUESDAY, the THIRD DAY OF JUNE, 1890, to pay the delinquent assessment, together with costs of advertising and expenses of sale. By order of the Board of DirectWALT WHITMAN. [*1892-*] This grand old poet of the people, honest Walt Whitman, sere and frosted with age, is rapidly nearing the confines of his mortal existence. This nation has produced no more striking character, and none so little understood. A Philadelphia Record reporter reviewing this noble soul, thus speaks of his religion : "With Hegel he believes in the universality of progress and that all are helping to work out the problem of life. He has found this spirit of God evoluting everywhere-in the Oriental and Greek as well as the Teutonic races, and 'These States' are merely to be the symbol of that 'Triumphant Democracy' which is to bless the whole world. "His religion expresses itself in the most uncircumscribed, unconditional love for his fellow beings. Comradeship is the burden of his song. At a dinner in this city he declared : 'We are all on shipboard together, and all bound for one port. Either we will, all together, arrive at that port or all sink together.' 'He was greatly pleased with Colonel Ingersoll's recent letter, in which Ingersoll wrote: ('Perhaps the end of the journey is best. Perhaps the end of this journey may be but the beginning of another and better journey.')"At present the directors consist of Messrs. Harry Pierce, Dr. Ledyard Neville Castle, Walter M. Field, J. H Rucker, Dr. J.J. Miller, H.E. Morrison and William Manning. Y.M.C.A. Election of Officers and Chairman o Committees. The newly elected Board of Trustees met yesterday afternoon and elected the following officers: President, B. Griswold; Secretary, F.P. Black; Treasuer, C.W. Cutler. Finance Committee L. Barnhisel, Giles Kellogg, Alexander Smith. In the evening the Board of Directors met, President Babb presiding. Dr. De Crow having resigned as member of the Board, W.G. Alexander was elected to fill the vacancy. The Board as constituted consists of Messrs. F.H. Babb, W.J. Kirkpatrick, E.R Bailey, W.C. Hamilton, A. Kinnear Professor C.H. Allen, Giles Kellogg, D. Griswold, F.E. Caton and W.G. Alexander. The following chairmen of committee were appointed: Devotional, A. Kinnear; Membership W.J. Kirkpatrick; Library and Building, W.C. Hamilton; Finance, Giles Kellog; Reception, H.E. Webb VisiMarch 27, 1892, WALT WHITMAN IS AT REST, The Good Gray Poet Dead in His Camden Cottage. HIS LAST WORDS TOLD THAT HIS SPIRIT WAS WEARY. Intelligence of His Death Sent to Lord Tennyson and Old Friends in This Country- The group at His Bedside-Story of His Long and Busy Career-Cottage Life at Camden. [Special to the Examiner] Camden (N, J), March 26.- Walt Whitman, the poet, died at his residence here this evening. He had been weaker than usual for some days past, and had a sinking spell last night, but recovered somewhat. Again, at 4:30 this afternoon he began to sink. Cr. Alex, McAllister reached the dying man's bedside shortly, and found the poet in a dying condition. He asked the patient if he suffered any pain, and he whispered, ''No." Three minutes before death he said to his attendant: "Weary; shift" They were the last words uttered by Mr. Whitman. Breathing came fainter and fainter, and at exactly 6:43 P.M. he passed away. At the time of the good gray poet's death his bedside in the humble little frame cottage was surrounded by Thomas B. Hanned, a close friend, Horace L. Trabbet, his secretary, Dr. McAllister, his housekeeper and a faithful male attendant. News of his death were telegraphed. Lord Tennyson and other friends in England, Dr. Buck of Ontario, his biographer, and friends is this country. To-morrow a plaster cast of the features will be made. His Will and Burial Place. Whitman left a carefully drawn will, but its contents will not be made public until after the funeral ceremony. The remains will be placed in a recently completed tomb in Havieigh Cemetery in; Camden, the spot selected by Mr. Whitman when he was enjoying usual health and which he visited many times during the construction of the tomb. No arrangements are perfected for the funeral. Walter Whitman commonly known as Walt, and familiarly and lovingly called the good gray poet, was born at West Hills, Long Island, May 31, 1819, and was, consequently, in his seventy-third year when death claimed him. His most famous production, which has continued to be his boldest and most characteristic, was "Leaves of Grass." At first it was derided by critics, and excommunicated for its supposed indecencies, until Ralph Waldo Emerson's commendation procured the author a hearing with the general public. It was published in 1835. An enlarged edition of it appeared in Boston in 1881, but the place of publication was soon changed to Philadelphia, as the Massachusetts authorities objected to its sale in that State on the ground of its alleged immortality. In 1868 a selection of his poems was published in England. Whitman's most marked peculiarities were his deviations from the usual poetic forms of rhythm and meter, and his writings have found favor with learned reviewers in Great Britain and America. He obtained his education at the public schools of Brooklyn and New York city, and on leaving school he learned the printing trade and subsequently took to the carpenter's bench. In the civil war Whitman's brother was wounded, which circumstance led to his becoming a volunteer army nurse at Washington and in Virginia from 1862 to 1865. Fatigue and exposure there experienced brought on an illness from which he never entirely recovered. From 1865 to 1874 he held a Government clerkship in Washington. in 1873 he was first struck with the paralysis. At the end of his appointment he retired to Camden, N. J., where he remained ever since. Writing of his literary career the aged poet made the following statement: "I commenced when I was boy of eleven or twelve, writing sentimental bits for the old Patriot in Brooklyn. This was in 1832. Soon after I had a piece or two in George P. Morris then celebrated and fashionable Mirror of New York city. I remember with what suppressed excitement. I used to watch for the big, fat, red-faced, slowly moving, very old English carrier who distributed the Mirror in Brooklyn. How it made my heart double beat to see my piece on the pretty white paper in nice type!" The famous author of "Leaves of Grass" celebrated his seventy-second birthday last May, when a distinguished gathering of litterateurs paid homage to his unique genius. Since then he lad led a retired life, but had not been neglected by the literal of his country and Europe. His latest distinguished visitor was Sir Edwin Arnold, who paid a high tribute to the good gray poet's genius. His correspondence embraces the leading litterateurs of the world and his last letter, written just before his illness, was in response to a complimentary letter from Colonel Ingersoll, acknowledging the receipt of a copy of "Leaves of Grass." He recently prepared a complete edition of his lyrics, including the poems from "Good-bye, My Fancy," the little molange of prose and poetry published this year. Among the many correspondents of Mr. Whitman were E. C. Stedman, R, W. Gilder, J. A. Symonds, the poet critic who is dying in Switzerland; Julius Chambers, Colonel Cockerill, Sylvester Baxter, Sloane Kennedy, Hamlin Garland, Alfred Tennyson, Ralph Waldo Emerson Talcott Williams, Frank B. Sanborn and Gabriel Sarrazin. Among the fruits of his authorship besides those already mentioned are "Drum Taps," "Memoranda During the War," "Democratic Vistas," "Passage to India," "After All, Not to Create Only," "as a Strong Bird on Pinions Free," and "Two Rivulets." SONG OF THE REDWOOD. Walt Whitman's Famous Hymn to the Golden State. A California song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breath, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing- or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and air. Voice of the mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense. "Farewell my brethren, Farewell, oh earth and sky; farewell, ye neighboring waters; My time has ended, my term has come." Along the northern coast, Just back from the rock-bound shore, and the caves, In the saline air from the sea, in the Mendocino country, With the surge for the bass and accomplishment low and hoarse, With the crackling blow of axes, sounding musically, driven by strong arms, Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes there in the redwood forest dense I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting. The choppers heard not-the camp shantles echoed not The quick cared teamsters and chain and jackscrew]men heard not, as the wood spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, down from its lofty tops, rising over a hundred feet high. Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs-chant not of the past only, but the future: "Not man from Asia's fetiches, "Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house. "(Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds everywhere,) "But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence, "There virgin lands-land of the Western Shores. "To the new Culminating Man-to you, the Empire New, "You promised long, we pledged, we dedicate. "You occult, deep volitions, "You average Spiritual Manhood purpose of of all, pois'd on yourself-giving, not taking law, "You Womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love, and aught that comes from life and love, "You unseen Moral Essence of all the vast materials of America (age upon age, working in Death the same as life). "You that, sometimes known, oftener, unknown, really shape and mold the New World, adjusting it to time and space, "You hidden National Will, lying in your abysms, concealed but ever alert, "You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued, maybe unconcious of yourselves, "Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface; "You vital universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, "here built your homes for-established here. These areas entire, "Lands of the Western Shore, "We pledge, we dedicate to you. "For man of you-your characteristics race, "Here may be hardy, sweet, gigantic grow here tower proportionate to Nature, "Here climb the vast, pure spaces, unconfined, unchecked by wall or roof, "Here laugh with storm or sun-here joy-here patiently insure, "Here heed himself unfold himself (not others formulas heed)-here fill his time, "To duly face, to aid, unreck'd at last, "To disappear, to serve." Thus on the northern coast, in the echo of the teamsters' calls, and the clinking obtains and the music of choppers' axes, The falling trunk and limbs, the crush, the muffled shriek, the groan, Such words combined from the redwood tree as of wood spirits' voices eustatic, ancient and rustling, The century lasting, unseen dryads, singing withdrawing, All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving. From the Cascade range to the Wasatoh, or Idaho far or Utah To the deities of the modern henceforth yeilding, The chorus and indications, the vistas of coming humanity-the settlements, features all, In the Mendocino woods I caught The flashing and golden pageant of California! The sudden and gorgeous drama-the sunny and ample lands; The long and varied stretch from Puget sound to Colorado south; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air; valleys and mountain cliffs; The fields of Nature, long prepared and follow the silent, eyelie chemistry; The slow and steady ages plodding-the unoccupied surface ripening-the rich ores forming beneath; At last the new arriving, assuming, taking possession; A swarming and busy race settling and organizing everywhere; Ships coming is from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world; To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradise of the Pacific; Populous cities-the latest inventions-the steamers on the rivers-the railroads with many a thrifty farm, with machinery; And wool, and wheat, and the grape-and diggins of yellow gold. But more in you than these, Lands of the Western Shore! (These but the means, the implements, the standing ground), (I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years, till now deferred.) Promised to be fulfilled, our common kind the race. The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature; (In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart tree imperial, In Women more, far more, than all your gold, or vines , or even vital air,) Fresh come to a New World indeed, yet long prepared. (I see the Genius of the modern, child of the real ideal, Clearing the ground for broad Humanity, the true American, heir of the past so grand, (to build a grander future.) would be willing to enter into a fair arrangement of the same nature with the United States. When the modus vivendi was negotiated last year Salisbury said in the House of Lords, referring to the extermination of the seals : "It seems to us on the whole that the proposition is a reasonable one, and we should be incurring the censure, not only of the United States, but of the civilized world, if by adherring too closely to any technical right, we should run the risk of the deptruction of this valuable industry and valuable animal." Much speculation in the Senate is caused by the sudden change of mind by Salisbury. His ostensible reason for objecting to a renewal of the modus vivendi is the representation of the Commissioners sent to Alaska, to the effect that there is no necessity for renewal. The real reasons are believed by a number of Senators to be the disposition to use his present position to gain concessions from the United States upon other points of the controversy, such as unsettled claims for damages, to favorably impress Canada with an apparent disposition to heed her demand, and avail himself of the present opportunity to retaliate upon this Government for alleged infraction of the spirit of last year's modus in permitting the North American Commercial Company to kill more than 7,500 seals. It is believed that these reasons will so far influence Salisbury as to prevent a renewal of the modus on terms the same as last year, but not to deter him in an effort to force protection of sealers for whose actions he declined to assume responsibility. FORTETUTE OF THE SWAN. Government Right to Seize a Seal Poacher Upheld. SEATTLE (Wash.), March 26.-Late this afternoon Judge Hanford handed down a decision in the famous Behring sea case of the United States vs. the schooner James G. Swan. The schooner was seized July 20, 1889, and was condemned as forfeited to the United States for being engaged in the business of killing fur seals in the waters of Alaska, in violation of section 1.956 of the revised United States statutes. The schooner belonged to an Indian named Chestoqua Peterson, and he sent her with a crew if Mokaha Indians, under command of a white man. Judge Hanford's opinion is that fur seals in great numbers make annual visits to the Pribilof islands in Boring sea, affording the native inhabitants their means of making a living. There is one question, however, as to the validity of the statutes. It is claimed by the defense that criminal laws of the United States can have no force on the sea beyond cannon shot from shore ; and, therefore, that the Government has no power to prohibit the killing or taking of animals, fierce by nature, in the open sea, which is common and free to the inhabitants of all nations. Wharton says that the national dominion may be extended over the sea as well as land. The determination of all questions relative to the extension and maintenance of the national Government is the Congress and the president. It is not for courts to discuss these questions. The vessel is not especially privileged because her crew were Indians. They have only the same fights as other citizens of the United States. A decree of forfeiture of the vessel was ordered entered. ITS VALUE PLACED AT $1,750,000. The Plaintiff a Full-Blooded Indian Squaw, Who Claims Her Ignorance Was Grossly Imposed Upon-Mysterious Assault on a Track Walker and a Lady Companion in Oregon. {Special to the EXAMINER.} SEATTLE, March 26.-Josephine Hatch brought a suit to day in the United States court against E. C. Ferguson, the Everett Land Company and its President, Henry Hewitt Jr., involving the title to 320 acres of land in the corporate limits of the town of Everett and valued at nearly $1,750,000. The plaintiff, who is a full-blooded Indian, is the widow of Ezra Hatch, who acquired the land by a Government grant. He died a year and a half ago, leaving the property by his will to the widow and five children, and naming E.C. Ferguson as executor. The widow was unable to speak English and relied on Ferguson in the handling of the property. She claims that he betrayed his trust by inducing her to sign an instrument, whose nature she did not understand, giving him power of attorney to convey her property. He then sold it to the Everett Land Company, which built the town of Everett, the consideration being a very small one. The plaintiff asks to have all the conveyances set aside and the title of the property declared to be in her. McKenna's Resignation Received. SACRAMENTO, March 26.-The Governor yesterday received the resignation of Joseph McKenna, Congressman from the Third district. From what is said by Secretary Higgins it appears probable that the vacancy will be allowed to exist until the next general election, when the election proclamation will include the election of a Congressman to fill the unexpired term. The United States statute provides that the time for holding an election to fill such vacancy may be prescribed by the laws of the several States. Mr. Higgins said that the Governor would probably, if a special election is called, give thirty days' notice by proclamation. By the time the vote is canvassed and the Representativee-lect could reach Washington, it would be well along in June. The Governor, he said, would consider the quesion whether it was advisable to submit the State to so great an expense for the purpose of electing a Representative for the short time that the session of Congress would continue; more especially would this consideration have weight because the House of Representatives is so overwhelmingly Democratic that it is not probable that a person selected would have much influence on pending legislation. An Ultimatum to Strikers. {Special to the EXAMINER.} SPOKANE. March 26 - The Coeur d'Alene Mine Owners' Association held a meeting tonight to take action regarding the miners' strike, which has existed in the Coeur d'Alene district since December last. The association issued an ultimatum to the miners, stating that unless they returned to work by April 1st they would import non-union men. It further goes on to state that ever since the organization of the miners' union, in the fall of 1890, [?nes] with conscience in the long run, other [th?] WHAT [HO?] THESE SUITS ARE FINISHED IN THE HIGHEST ATTAINABLE ART TAILORING SAL[E] NOT OF CHEA[P] SUITS AT A CHEAP PRICE BUT 'tis A SALE OF HIGH GRADE GENTLEMENS- Ready to Wear Tailor made SUITS $15-$16.50 and $18.00 SUITS AT $9.95 [RAPHAE?] 9-11-13DELPHIA PRESS.-SUNDAY. NOVEMBER than the past. When we recall that in the electoral see of Treves alone, within a few years in the sixteenth century, some 6500 men were executed as enchanted and bewitched, and grave councils of State passed savage statutes against werewolfs and other impossible human monsters, it is not difficult to picture a state of hysteria and unreason far in excess of anything to be found in the most degenerate of modern civilized societies. When Pierre Delancre wrote in 1613 that to spare the life of a single person who is even suspected of sorcery is a crime, we catch a glimpse of a lack of balance greater than anything to be found at present, at least outside of our asylums. The same may be said for the fashions of to-day. Madame a la Mode was never a very wise woman, but it seems never a very wise woman, but it seems to us, as to Dr. Hirsch, that she is perhaps less unwise now than formerly. He recalls the hoop skirts and giant coiffures of 1850, before "the age of degeneration and hysteria" had set in, and it must be confessed makes Nordau's screaming indictment of the present seem rather ridiculous. A candid examination of modern painting, literature and music discloses very slender grounds for Nordau's sweeping charge of "degeneration.: Much of this art is poor, much is artificial, much is too evidently ephemeral, but mixed with it there is also much that is sound and good. The concluding chapter on Richard Wagner and psychopathology is a really able defense of the great German musician. It is a defense of his sanity rather than of his art. Dr. Hirsch leaves the question open as to whether Wagner's music is of the first rank, but he shows very conclusively that the reasons brought forward to prove insanity are on strict psychiatric grounds, very insufficient indeed and to be dismissed without further considerations. In 1873 Dr. Theodore Puschmann, of Munich, published a pamphlet in which he tried to show that Wagner was insane, but the attempt long ago came to naught. The whole chapter on Wagner is very readable, and contains in addition to a very intelligent estimate of the man and artist, a particularly good analysis of the spiritual significance of the Nibelungen trilogy. We commend it to both the friends and foes of Wagner. Following so careful and sympathetic an exposition as this, the charges of degeneracy and sensuality so vehemently urged by Nordau seem indeed almost insane. In closing Dr. Hirsch's book one feels that the tone is wholesome, and that the reading has been helpful. There s a frank recognition of human weakness and a keen analysis of its manifestations, but there is also a sturdy underlying belief in the essential sanity of mankind. The author has his limitations. He does strike one from time to time as too insistently materialistic, and as allowing somewhat too little for the unseen and unknown. His universe is rather to rigid and positive a one. It seems to us, to be always truly scientific. But these are minor defects in an otherwise excellent book. We cannot better bring our notice to an end than by quoting Dr. Hirsch's closing words:- "According to our investigations, we must necessarily come to the conclusion that the authors mentioned have adduced no proof of the alleged universal degeneration in the highly civilized nations. Mankind is not in a 'black plague of degeneration,' and the world has as little need to be scared by stories of the volker dammerung as by the prophecy of Herr Faif about the imminent destruction of our planet. On the other hand, the further development of mankind will be greatly benefited if the teachings of science are attended to and the various baneful influences that act upon the nervous system are combated. In that way increase of insanity may be prevented and a sane and wel-developed posterity insured." WALT WHITMAN. Some Person Recollections of the "Good Gray Poet" by Colonel Donaldson. In the eyes of man critically intelligent people the late Walt Whitman, of Camden, was man of genius. There are just as many readers of quiet, unostentatious taste, who held the late Walt Whitman to be a literary fraud. The author of "The Canary Bird"- editor of the Jersey City "Herald" - used to tell how Mr. Whitman assured him in Washington, and in the brave days before the war, that he should achieve distinction. "I am going to publish a book called "The Blades'" - afterward it was "The Leaves-of Grass.' "And people will talk about it." They certainly did. Colonel Donaldson, one of the many men who loved Walt Whitman, celebrates friend in a volume of immense interest (New York: Francis P. Harper). No one more than Whitman himself apprehended and deprecated Whitmania. A slender body of men - the "regiment" - did attempt a cult. It was and has been a flat failure. We extract a few salient paragraphs from Colonel Donaldson's entertaining volume:- Mr. Whitman when in full health was physically slow of movement and walked with a peculiarly heavy drag. I saw him many times at Washington in the sixties. At that time he used no cane and his walk was almost lazy, swaggery and his response to questions was very deliberate. Usually in Winter he placed his hands in the outside diagonal pockets of his overcoat. His inner coat was worn open. His vest showed his shirt bosom low and in it, about six inches below the collar, was conspicuous a large pearl button stud almost an inch in diameter. The first time I ever saw him he wore such a button, and on was in his shirt front as he lay in his coffin. His breast was always partially exposed. The cuffs of his shirt and the deep rolling Byron collar were alike sewed to the garment and turned over, or rolled back, well up. After his paralysis and in Camden he walked even more slowly than in Washington and with difficulty, using a cane and sometimes two of them. But as he walked he saw everything about him. He would chat with any person who accosted him, uniformly asked questions of anybody and everybody whom the thought able to give him knowledge of things in sight that interested him. He would call dogs to him and in a fashion have a conference with them. -- Whitman had a quaint way of calling people whom the liked by their first names--for instance, R. W. Gilder was "Watson"--but this was only to his intimates. One day be showed me, with evident satisfaction, a letter he had received from Edwin Booth thanking him for the reference to his father in an article on the stage and actors in a current magazine. As I have written, his person was curiously attractive, his dress singular and his walk marked. And so there was something about the man, even before he spoke, that attracted you to him, was appreciated by children, who were glad to see him, wanted to chat with him and always, in our house, regretted his departure. When he would walk or drive up to see us the children, upon seeing him, would call out, "Here comes Mr. Whitman," and run to the door and to the porch to bring him in. It was never "Walt." He came in with a quiet, hearty, "How are you all ? Well? That's a blessing. Now wait until I sit me down, so!" --- Whitman seldom openly showed the emotion of grief. It happened that I was with him when the death of William D. O'Connor, of Washington, of the Life Saving Service Bureau, his earnest friend and intelligent defender, was mentioned. Mr. Whitman said nothing for some minutes, but sat with his head down. When he looked up, his usually flat and colorless eyes put on a far-away look, and he stared some time without speaking. After a time, in a deep voice he answered, "And such a friend!" When Anne Gilchrist's death in England, December, 1885, was announced, he sat quiet, and finally, in a deeper tone than usual, he answered, "A sincere and loving friend." No tears, no broken voice, but rather an exultation that such good people had gone to we-earned rewards, alone indicated his loss. I have seen his eyes fill with tears of joys, but do not recall one in grief. --- He had a love of humor. I never heard him attempt to tell a story, but he was fond of hearing others tell them. He chuckled and smiled at a good humorous story. No one ever attempted to tell a vulgar one in his presence. Mr. Hitman was an appreciative lover of the drama and of music. In early life he was constant theatre and opera-goer. Any place in the house did him so long as he could see and hear. He was as frequently in the gallery with the gods as with the boys in the pit, or the upper crust in the boxes, stalls or orchestra seats. Here he studied life. After 1873 he seldom went to the theatre. His lameness prevented his sitting in cramped seats. I recall his chat about a visit to see Lawrence Barrett de "Francesca di Rimini," a drama by Hon. George H. Roker, at the Chestnut Street Opera House, Philadelphia, in the eighties. I asked Mr. Whitman which portion pleased him most. He quickly replied: "Outside of Mr. Barrett's acting, that of Mr. James and Miss Wainwright. The lovers were soft and sweet in manner; their language beautiful and touching; and they looked and acted like real lovers. Ah, after all, there is nothing so attractive as the theatre!" --- While Whitman was at all time neat in his person, at table he was dainty and observably nice. He used his knife as a divider and his fork to eat food with. He was not sword swallower. He used his napkin before drinking from a glass or cup. When he sat at our table he always retained his cane, and at times would sit back on his chair, and, laying his hands on over the other on its crook, would listen or chat for a time. At such times he seemed very contented. He had none of the offensive table manners usual to many old men who consider the privileges of years as a badge to warrant had manners. One day at our table he detailed at length how he had himself set up, printed and gotten out his first edition of "Leaves of Grass," in 1855, and that at the time, he was engaged in building small houses, and making money at it, I asked him how much he made out of the book. He gave a quiet chuckle and replied: "Made? Well, if I remember correctly, those persons to whom I sent them returned them, all but four or five." --- Whitman was not vain as to portraits of himself. He seemed to like best the photograph showing him sitting in a chair with a butterfly on his hand. The Gutekunst portrait of him about 1880 is the best portrait I have ever seen of him. Harpers, in the "Weekly," published a print of a portrait of him by J. W. Alexander. Mr. Whitman remarked to me, in which I fully concurred, that it was a queer-looking thing. "Sharp and peaked face--like an old fox on the watch for something. I don't believe I look like that." And he most certainly did not. It was a poor portrait, as it indicated nothing of Mr. Whitman's character. Many persons, observing Mr. Whitman's slow manner of waling, hearing his leisurely way of speaking and his slow manner, got the impression that he was posing. Not so, by any means. His oracular way talking at time was his way as natural in him as was his head. He seldom let out ex tempore thought on any essential topic. He knew its danger.[PHIL]ADELPHIA PRESS. - SUNDAY. NOVEMBE[R] A WHEELD CHAIR THAT RUNS ITSELF Looks Like an Ordinary Tricycle, but a Gas Motor Does the Work. MAY DISPLACE THE HANSOM. Designed for Invalids, Physicians and Children It Is Said to Be Cheap and Safe. An ingenious automobile chair has been invented which is designed to take the place of the hansom cab. It will reduce rates and bring the luxury of a private conveyance within reach of any family. A Brooklyn man is the inventor of the new chair, and he feels confident that his graceful vehicle will work a revolution in the matter of transportation about the city. The principle of this latest conveyance is a tricycle run by a gasmotor concealed beneath the passenger's seat. It can be propelled, guided, speeded and reversed at will by its operator, who is seated directly over the single, rear chainless driving wheel, supported on an ordinary cycle diamond frame, which is capable of being converted into a lady's drop-frame at a moment's notice. The designer at first intended his chair carriage for wedded couples who enjoy the delights of bicycle riding, but find many disadvantages and inconveniences connected with the silent steed. The passenger's seat is directly in front, but somewhat lower than the seat occupied by the operator. It is supplied with a shifting top, like that of an ordinary buggy, which may be raised to protect the occupants form sun or rain. Beneath the passenger's seat is a continuously running motor, which having once been [?] The If not, t other Philad demonstrated morning beca wanted-exc with more de Have yo ters are cove papers? An and with mor In regula Press is espe Financial dep without being conservative; which has be late until to-d matters ; the years a very have undoubt Page of The matters. W ular news ser has arrangen addition, who If you ha The Press and TINGERSOLL ON WHITMAN. An Eloquent Tribute To His Departed Friend. "Again, we, in the mystery of Life, are brought face to face with the mystery of Death. A great man, a great American, the most eminent citizen of this Republic, lies dead before us, and we have met to pay a tribute to his greatness and to his worth. "I know he needs no words of mine. His fame is secure. He laid the foundations of it deep in the human heart and brain. He was, above all I have known, the poet of humanity, of sympathy. He was so great that he rose above the greatest that he met without arrogance, and so great that he stooped to the lowest without conscious condescension. He never claimed to be lower or greater than any of the sons of men. "He came into our generation a free, untrammeled spirit, with sympathy for all. His arm was beneath the form of the sick. He sympathized with the imprisoned and despised, and even on the brow of crime he was great enough to place the kiss of human sympathy. "One of the greatest lines in our literature is his, and the line is great enough to do honor to the greatest genius that has ever lived. He said, speaking of an outcast: 'Not until the sun excludes you will I exclude you.' "His charity was as wide as the sky, and wherever there was human suffering, human misfortune, the sympathy of Whitman bent above it as the firmament bends above the earth. "He was built on a broad and splendid plan -- ample, without appearing to have limitations -- passing easily for a brother of mountains and seas and constellations; caring nothing for the little maps and chars with which timid pilots bug the recklessness of genius to winds and waves and tides; caring for mothing as long as the stars were above him. He walked among men, among writers; among verbal varnishers and veneerers, among literary milliners and tailors, with the unconscious majesty of an antique god. "He was the poet of that devine Democracy which gives equal rights to all the sons and daughters of men. He uttered the great American voice; uttered a song worthy of the great Republic. No man has ever said more for the rights of humanity, more in favor of real Democracy, of real justice. He neither scorned nor cringed; was neither tyrant not slave. He asked only to stand the wqual of his fellows beneath the great flag of nature, the blue and stars. "He was the poet of life. It was joy simply to breathe. He loved the clouds; he enjoyed the breath of morning, the twilight, the wind, the winding streams. He loved to look at the sea when the waves burst into the whitecaps of joy. He loved the fields, the hills; he was acquainted with the trees, the birds, with all the beautiful objects of the earth. He not only saw these objects, but understood their meaning, and he used them that he might exhibit his heart to his fellow-men. "He was the poet of Love. He was not ashamed of that divine passion that has built every home in the world; that divine passion that has painted every picture and given us every real work of art; that divine passion that has made the world worth living in and has given some value to human life. "He was the poet of the natural, and taught men not to be ashamed of that which is natural. He was not only the poet of Democracy, not only the poet of the great Republic, but he was the poet of the human race. He was not confined to the limits of this country, but his sympathy went out over the seas to all the nations of the earth. "He stretched out his hand and felt himself the equal of all kings and of all princes, and the brother of all men, no matter how high, no matter how low. "He has uttered more supreme words than any writer of our century, possibly of almost any other. He was above all things, a man, and above genius, above all the snow-capped peaks of intelligence, above all art, rises the true man. Greater than all is the true man; and he walked among his fellow-men as such. "He was the poet of Death. He accepted all life and all death, and he justified all. He had the courage to meet all, and was great enough and splendid enough to harmonize all and to accept all there is of life as a divine melody. "You know better than I what his life has been, but let me say one thing: Knowing, as he did, what others can know and what they cannot, he accepted and absorbed all theories, all creeds, all religious, and believed in none. His philosophy was a sky that embraced all clouds and accounted for all clouds. He had a philosophy and a religion of his own, broader, as he believed --and as I believe--than others. He accepted all, he understood all, and he was above all. "He was absolutely true to himself. He had frankness and courage, and he was as candid as light. He was willing that all the sons of men should be absolutely acquainted with his heart and brain. He had nothing to conceal. Frank, candid, pure, serene, noble, and yet for years and years he was maligned and slandered, simply because he had the candor of nature. He will be understood yet, and that for which he was condemned--his frankness, his candor--will add to the glory and greatness of his fame. "He wrote a liturgy for mankind; he wrote a great and splendid psalm of life, and he gave to us the gospel of humanity--the greatest gospel that can be preached. "He was not afraid to live; not afraid to die. For many years he and death lived near neighbors. He was always willing and ready to meet and greet this king called death, and for many months he sat in the deepening twilight waiting for the night; waiting for the light. "He never lost his hope. When the mists filled the valleys, he looked upon the mountain tops, and when the mountains in darkness disappeared, he fixed his gaze upon the stars. "In his brain were the blessed memories of the day, and in his heart were mingled the dawn and dusk of life. "He was not afraid; he was cheerful every moment. The laughing nymphs of day did not desert him. They remained that they might clasp the hands and greet with smiles the veiled and silent sisters of the night, and so, hand in hand, between smiles and tears, he reached his journey's end. "From the frontier of life, from the western wave-kissed shore, he sent us messages of content and hope, and these messages seem now like strains of music blown by the Mystic Trumpeter from Death's pale realm. "To-day we give back to Mother Nature, to her clasp and kiss, one of the bravest, sweetest souls that ever lived in human clay. "Charitable as the air and generous as Nature, he was negligent of all except to do and say what he believed he should do an should say. "And I to-day thank him, not only for you but for myself, for all the brave words he has uttered. I thank him for all the great and splendid words he has said in favor of liberty, in favor of man and woman, in favor of motherhood, in favor of fathers, in favor of children, and I thank him for the brave words that he said of death. "He has lived, he has died, and death is less terrible than it was before. Thousands and millions will walk down into the 'dark valley of the shadow' holding Walt Whitman by the hand. Long after we are dead the brave words he has spoken will sound like trumpets to the dying. "And so I lay this little wreath upon this great man's tomb. I love him living, and I love him still."GENERAL NEW ITEMS. Harvard students will hold a n National Convention on April 29th. The jury in the case of Ulster cou N. Y., Saving Bank wrecker, Matt J. Trump, has failed to agree. The cost for carrying out the Be Sea Arbitration Treaty with G Britain is estimated by Secretary Bl at $150,000. Sir Kames Joseph Allport, Chair of Midland Railway Company, died London yesterday, aged 81 years. Charlie, the Japanese leper who over two months has been an inmate the Philadelphia Municipal Hospital said to be recovering. At Topeka, Kan., indictments agai several Union Pacific Railway [?] are looked for, on charges of violat the Interstate Commerce law. Louis Wall, a well known weal glue manufacturer, who has been prominent in politics for a number of years died in Chicago Monday. Eddie Egan, better known as Ed Manning, the well-known minstrel circus man, died suddenly at Columb O., at the liquor-cure establishment. A third attempt to complete the resentation of Providence in the Rh Island Legislature proved futile Mon and another trial will take place in days. Mrs. Porter Stocks has filed a peti for divorce from her husband, a neph of the noted revivalist, Sam P. Jo They have been married for some yea Cruelty is alleged. Clark of Wyoming has introduced the House a bill to extend the right franchise to every woman in the coun over 21 years of age to vote for Representatives in Congress. In Pointe Coupee Parish, a weal storekeeper named Cotton, was rob and fatally wounded by a tramp. tramp was quickly captured and str up to the nearest tree. Senator Teller says there is no foundation for the report that the silver n would form a new party. A league promote silver interests is to be organized, but not as a political party. Typhoid fever is prevalent in Pennsylvania Military Academy Chester. The third victim of the ease in the institution, Cadet Burrel Little Falls, N. Y., died Sunday night The connection between the two situations of the intermediate spans of great bridge at Memphis has been fina made, and the completion of the structure will be a matter of a very sh time. Charles E. Stone, Land Commission of the Louisville and Nashville Railroa a club man and society leader, is un arrest at Birmingham, Ala., for embezzling $10,000. He is said to have gambled heavily. 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Our rent and our oth expenses are nominal and we can afford i It will pay you to trade with us and yo must tell your neighbors about BERNHARET, Just Around the Corner, El Dorado street. Settled Without the Law. Justice Gass has been dismissed the suit W. W. Lowe vs. Steptoe Kinney et al the matter having been settled out court. The action was brought to r cover $68, alleged to be due on a promi sory note. C. T. Bird is plaintiff's attorney. Falling Over a Precipice Is a terrible thing even in dreams. The victim of this frequent form of nightmare awake with a start and a cry; his limbs bathed in cold perspiration, his heart thumping tremendously. Moral: Don't sleep on your back, particularly if you are troubled with dispepsia and nervousness, and use Hostetter's Stomach Bit ters to cure these joint troubles. For sleeplessness, the inseparable attendant of chronic dyspepsia, and its offspring as well, the Bitter is a surpassing remedy. 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