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(OVKltllKAUl) »Y ACCIDKNT.) The Public : " Wluj ctiiucH luTe ? " AiiHwer : " It ia I, Platform IViirlH, juHt arrived and lookinK for my friends. Can you direct ine to them ? " Tlie Public: "Perhaps, if you will give me their names." Platform Poarln : " To save time, I'll give you their initials, for I am sure you must know them all : Y. P. H. C. K,, W. C. T. U.. Y. W. C. T. U., C. L. S. C, Y. M. C. A.. V. W. C. A.. L. T. L., (. O. (I. T., I'roh— " Tlie 2'uWiV ( im])iiti<'iitly ) : "Hold on, hold on, that's enough for the preHtiit, Do you expect me to believe all that'i" Where did you come from V" Platform Pearh "From the North, the South, the East, the West; from Michigan, Indiana, Ohio, Illinois, Mississippi, Missouri, Pennsylvania, New York, Connecticut, Maine ; from the mountains, the cities, and the ishuidsof the sea ; from for- eign lands and from the Hub of tlie solar system ; from every corner where there are pearls worth gathering." The Public: "Well, well, you are (juite a traveler. What brings you here, and what do you intend to do, having arrived ?" Platform Pearh : " I came Iierause they said I wa« neefled, and I intend to — " Tlte. Public : " But who are ' they ' ? " I latform PearU : "Jessie A. Ackerman. Relle Kearney, Mattie McCIellan Brown, Dr. Mary Wood Allen, Ix)u J. Beaucliamp, Margaret B. Ellis, E. J. Wheeler, Clara C. IIolT- man, and other national temperance workers ; so many, indeed, that you would not have patience to hear me through the list. Now, as to my aims : First of all, I wish tf) create a channel through which the enthusiastic young i>eople can help in tlie grandest reform of the age. Next, I would bring stirring ■words of truth to arouse the Clu-istian Church to meet its glo- rious opportunity for progress. Then I would enlist every col- lege on the side of right, and help students to convince others, through the words of our greatest orators and statesmen, past PlUtFAOB. and prment. I would ploco a rei^Jy wiafion in the hands of tem|>erance B<)ldi< in, by giving factH and (iguri'8 showing that lici-nsing sin dcK-n not pay. I would cullivalo Ihi' gift of oratory, by making iny«'lf indiBpensablf at nifdal contt'stH. 1 would arouBo the true Hpirit of patriotism. I hiivi« siiort, easy ' pieces ' for the little ont's, and carefully clusMilled Helcrtions for thede- partnienta of the \V. C. T. U., not forgetting tlio iJepartuients of Meroy and of Peace and Arbitration. And in all this I would keep ever in view the value of time, anil have therefore a special topical index, that each busy worker or Htudoiil may readily find what is \>ohI adiipted to the occasion. In such ways I would, with your kind iwrmission. W helpful to those who are Be<>kiDg to uplift the world." The PubUc : "If you can do all this, you are indeed just what is needed. Rut how am I to know that what you say is true? And aren't you a little egotistical and ovcr-ainbitiou-( — not to nay <'f>nceited — for a new-comer ? " 1 latform Pearli: '• If I Kceni bo. it is bj-cause I have tried to answer your (|tieslionH, Tlio one who sent mc would give me no inlrod n tlon, but said I must speak for niyuelf, and I have done so. Suppose you kindly read mo tlirough, and then judg0>" ^ ^' 'H* (J» " Ahon I All tlie 1 Amorlcu Aull-Hiif Apiwal t Arw^nal Hill)T Hh ■lark t» Ilatllc U UIk Foil lluund; i Brnnd ol Coif I'ut Cum 'or CUIM! of tVrtalnt CbrlHtlai Coliirnbl Coming Conipuli CODBCU-I Core of Coat of I Curtain CatDoi Dawn o: Deacon Deacon' Decorat DIffcrcr DocBlt Don't B "Dorlee Drenmli Drink, Kffect Kve'H i: Kzoctly Kxprest Faith ai Fanatic Former Fothor'i "Feed First Di First Ri Flower Forces ForOoi Poor M Pnndan Fanerai General Getting Give ll Glorlou Qoldol T bands of t'iD^ that f oratory, 1 uuiild ' ' pieces ' i>r tli«di'- lartiiients ill this I therefore lent nmy uch ways hose who deed just ou Hay is UTibitionx ave tried 10 would yuclf, and , and then M. H. TABLE OF CONTENTS. (Kbr UH tif Author* »u }>«-./.w/'Aln«7/rtXr»v......... Jo Hack to inn C'lirj unliK, fhurloltt J'^kint SUttoii g ILitUc Ilully. Oforffo A. I'l'h w lilg Four, kirn llVi//. r font 'J" llounA ry I'oKt, Mia II. I/ewtt g* Ilrnnd of C'lilii, T/ie Vvirf ,5 Calf I'lilli, *'((//> )\anrt« VI (vjlanu "" Kve'B I{ecomiK;nBe, Mat/(l ti. Winter Jj Exactly of a Size, Her. P. J. BiiU ■» ExprcsBion, M. MeC'ldlan lirown ' Fafth and LltKTty, Hev. Joseph Cook »; Fanatic, A, MaHa L. JTiiderhill "i Farmer and UlB Oun, 7'allie Morgan ' '•' Father's Woe, A, Helen .17. Uougar '•■;> " Feed My Sheep," 7*. E.S J^ First Duty of Citizens, A rchbishop John In land *" First Reform, John Unyd T/umuu ^ Flower MiBslon, Mary T. Lathran '"J Forces of Battle, liev. Dr. J. II. L'cob *« For Ood and Home, 77. 77. Chace ,•,■•;••,;.•,• • •, l^ Fonr Million " Clirlstlan " Murtlcrcrs, i/. J. \V/nf,'er ig" Pnndamentul Hcform, llolton Halt ,"5 Funeral To-Diiy, Ilekn M. Oougar '"J General Neal Dow, ll'm. rant Brooks J* Getting at the Hoot, lielle Kearney '^ Give I'hem Justice. John II. Finch " Glorious Monument, Prqf. Chat. W. Sandert » ©old of Right Ilablte, .7««ri« .f. Z&u#«r o Tin Table of C'd.ntk.nts. No. firoat Advance, ]iev. Dr. I. K. f\ink 168 (Iroateint MiKgioiiary Need, A. Moreho^in , 108 Great I'r()l)lem, Mrs. Nettie li. Ftrnahl lia Ground Out by a Crank, V. \f., in The Voice 184 llonse that Sam Built, L. A. E. StikeUather 7 " If," Wm. Howard 75 Indictment, John li. Finch 89 " I've Got It I " l,ori)i Ludlow 05 Jug an' lie an' Jim, The, Eleanor Muy,fleM 17 Just the Same, Every Day Church 148 Land of Prohibition, Mrs. Ilarrisc Ut 66 Lead the Boy 162 Letter I2xercl8e, Eva Jones 148 Level of Civilization. Wendell Phillips 101 Liberty, JAr/i. L. E. Bailey 145 Liquor and Wages. C. De. F. Iloxit 96 Little Girl's Advice, Union Signal 149 Loyal Temperance Legion, Mary T. Lathrai> 108 Mainspring of Triumph, Chas. Siniimr 8 Master Calletli, The, Frances E ^yil!ar(l 114 Merry Christnas, The Voice 97 Midnight Scenes, Jessie A. Ackennan 188 Moan^.ig of the Bar, E. J. Wheeler g Moral Suasion, Rev. Thos. Diron 68 Moral Warfare, J. G. WMttler 187 Mothers wlio Wear the Ribbon, Ilarriet lYancene Crocker 161 Mnssnlman's View, //. 0. McKay 6 Nation Exalted, Lilian M. Heath 178 Nectar of the Hills, T. Be mtt Talmage 67 New Song of Sixpence, i/r». N. S. Kitchel 110 Not a Mushroom I'artv, J. J. Ashenhurst 68 Not from My Eottlo, llattie Homer 8 On a Lehigh Valley Train, Tallie Morgan 167 On Certain Adjectives, Amos WeUs 187 One BeautT of Civilization, Hev. Chas. H. Kingsley 189 Only Conclusion, A rchbishnn John Ireland. ..'. 83 Onr Beneficent License Laws, liufut C. Landon 41 Onr Watchword— Union! Chas. Sumner 14 Patriot's Ally, Mary H. Hunt 106 Peace Hymn of the Republic, Jam£t,Whitcomb JtUty 131 People'*) Voice, A, ./. O. ^Vhittler 154 "Personal Liberty " Cry, Prof. SamuelJJickie 80 Place in Heaven, National }V. C. T. U. Department of Mercy 79 Politlcian'c Wail, Edna C. Jackson laO Power of Righteous Law, Hev. Dr. E. H. Chainn Ill Practise ts. Professions, Erie Conference 91 Prayer, Jlev. Dr. Chas. F. Deems 113 Present Crisis, Janus Russell Lowell 81 Prohibition's Buglo Call, Lide Meriwether 78 Puzzled Santa Clajs, Alice M. Guernsey 161 Queer, isn't it ?, Hallie Homer Loitthan 66 Qncstion for Patriots, E. J. Wheeler 18 Quest Magnificent, Lelia Belle Uewes 81 Record of Non-Partisanship, A. S. Heath ICO Red Niagara, Charles 8. Morris 38 Reformer, The, J. O. Whittier , 4a Remedy within Reach, Clara C. Hoffman , . 180 Resj)onsibility of Voters, Henry Ward Beecher 45 Run up tlic Mag, Uev. Dr. Wm. B. Boole 138 Sailor Lad, Olive Harper 188 Saint Monacella'8 Lambs, H'm. C. A. Axon 167 Same Old Swing, Edna C. Jackson 64 Self -Government, John B. Finch 86 Sense vs. License, Horace Greeley 18 Sermon !a a Saw-mill, Rev. D. R. Miller 88 Shall Moihers Vote?, Rollo Kirk Bryan 186 Short Story, Tall'.e Morgan 141 Shovel Out, Almon Trask AUU 38 Silence in the ChHrcheg, John G. WoolUy 171 Bimon Gru1 Six Boys, j\ Song of Ho Bong of Ma Bong of the Song of the Speechless, Stamp it On Stand Firm Supreme Ci Temix;ranc( Temperance rempcranct Terrors of I That's the t Three View To-morrow, Tower of SI Tramp's Vii Twisting an Unfortiinat* Vessel in Di Victor, The. Voice of a S Voice of Sci Vot der Vot Voting vs. 1 Wanted — A Wanted-! War God, T Warning, E Weakness o What Do Y What is Fai WhatJ. M. MHiat will tl Which are "S vVTjlskyDeii White Heat, •White Ribb( White Ribb< Why f Hatti Woman's Ai Woman's H Word to the Worried Al> TUBLE OF CONTKNTS. IX No. 16tt 102 113 134 7 75 89 6ft 17 143 M 1S8 148 101 14S 96 149 108 8 114 97 188 e 68 187 151 8 172 67 no 63 8 157 127 129 23 41 14 106 131 154 80 79 120 lit 91 iia 81 78 161 66 13 31 ICO S2 48 130 45 138 122 167 64 86 18 88 126 141 38 171 No. Bimon Grab's Dream, n'utfni Ili/mane Journal 146 Six Boys, vl. (V. //ou!/lvt 48 Song of Hope, Mary A. jMthb " ' ' ,.'. lfl2 Song of Martyrdom, 0. F. B 78 Song of the lloiir, Fred. Lair. i,ce Krunfkg ...................','. 3 Song of the Sot, lleiiry \V. IIMoway 11 Speechless, The, Anna Drury 70 Stamp it Oat, Petrolevtn V. A'a^by '. !.!..!! 4 Stand Firm, Geo. At well Lov^oy 64 Supreme Carse, B. 0. Flower 69 Temperance Army, Mrs. llaycrqft ISl Temperance Eiluciition Law, Hon. Byron M. CuMieon 107 Temperance Kevolution, Abraham Lincolm 30 Terrors of Eviction, lleni-y W. Grady 100 That's the Question, The ConstiluHon ]3,j Three Views of a Whislsy Bottle, Ingersoll, Burlley. and Ihalh 34 To-morrow, Gerald Mauey OS Tower of Shame, W. A. Greenwood 124 Tramp's Views, A, Lou J. Beaiichunip 31 Twisting and Turniup, Rer. P..L Bu!' 46 Unfortunate Trellis, ./olm G. Woolley 44 Vessel in Danger, Jier. JJr. Wm. U.Boole 36 Victor, The, Si. A. Iloll 19 Voice of a Star, Will Carleton 16S Voice of Science, Dr. B. W. IHchardnoii 118 Vot der Voomang haf Ton, Jennie Fleming 24 Voting vs. Resolving, J. W. Howe. , 47 Wanted — A Boy, Indiana Phalanx 159 Wanted —True Men, The Qiient 136 War God, The, Alice May Douglas 165 Warning, Edmund Burke 89 Weakness of Local Option, Belle Kearney las What Do "Vou Care f /. F. 11. Tinting 71 What is Faith 1 John B. Gough 105 What J. M. B. Thinks, Katharine Lenle Sferenmin 60 What will the Farmer Do f The Voice 116 Which are Vou f Ella Wheeler Wilcox 92 vVljlsky Deacon, Sen. P. J. Bull 81 White Heat, Rev. J. C. Fernald 169 White Ribbon \TV!\y\ Marian W. Uvbbard 117 White Ribbon Banner, Kate Lnnden 166 Why f Hattie Horner Louthan 68 Woman's Answer, A, Mary T. Lathrap 143 Woman's Hour, Mary T. Lathrap 170 Word to the Y's. Frances J. Barnes 115 Worried About Katherine, Will Carleton 59 / r LIST OF AUTHORS. No. Ackcrrann, JeMlc A ISH APie. AluionTrask 33 ABlienliurul, J.J 52 Axon, Will. C. A Iti7 Bailey, Mrs L. E 1« Baker, Uelen Josi'phiiic \!y Barnes, Frances J 115 Beaiichauip, Lou J 81 Betchcr, lleiiry Ward lit, 4.^ B. E. 8 4<.l Boole, Kev. Dr. Win. H. . . RR. 7,. I'cH Erooks, Will. Grant 6i Brown, Matlle McClellan 1 Bryan, RoUo Kirk 126 Buckley, Rev. Ur. J. M t4 Bull, Kev. P. J 3,5, 46, 64 BurceM, Thos. II 144 Burke, Eilininid hO Carleton, Will 5i), ](,8 Chace, E. 11 l'J3 Chapin, Uev. Dr. E. U Ill CM 134 Cook, Ht'v. Jow nil b7 Crocker, llacrietTranceiie l&l Cuuheon, iloii. Byron M 107 Deems, Kev. Dr. Cluis. K 113 Dickie, Prof. Samuel \ . . 80 Dixon, Rev. TUos SS Douglas, Alice May 1(5 Drury, Anna 70 Ecob, Rev. Dr. J. II 48 Pernaid, Mrs. NeltleU 113 Fernold, Rev. J. C 103, I«9 Pinch, John B 39, »5, 8« Fish, Georce A 53 Flemlr-;, Jennie 24 Flower, B. O C9 Foss, Sam Walter 140, 158 Funk, Rev. Dr. I. K IWi fiougar, Helen M 155, 104 (iou^h, John B 105 liradj, Henry W 109 (Ireefey, Horace 18, 80, 119 Greenwood, W. A 124 Guernsey, Alice M 101 Hall, Bolton 1»8 Ilarper, Olive 122 Hawks, A. W 48 IJaycraft, Mrs 121 Heath, A. R ,34, KiO Heath, Lili.^nM 173 liewes, Lellla B 21, 57 U. G t3 Hilton, Mrs. Jusxie Urowii 13 Hoffman, Clara C 1 ,0 Hollow ay, Henry W 11 Ilolt,M. A IJ Horner, Hattie 3 Iloufor, Jessie F 5 Howard, Wm 75 Hoxie, C. De F flO Hubbard, Marian W 117 No. Hunt, Mary U 106 Ingersoll, Robert G 34 IrHiind, Archbishop John 22. 40 Jackson, Edna C. 51, 120 Jones, Eva 148 " Josiah Allen's Wile " 74 Kearney, Belle l:.3, 1,50 Kinjrsley, Rev. ( ha». li 129 Kilchel, Mrs. N.M 110 Knouies, Fred Law rence S l.andon. Rufus C 41 J.iiicDin, Lucy 61 Lathlmry, Mary A 1(13 L.itlirap, Mary T 101, !(»•, 143, 170 Lee. Mrs. Hnrrlcon CO Lim oln, Abraham 80 I/iiipfillow, H. W 125 Louthan, Hattie Hoi 1 ir . .2.5, 55, (i8, 1)9 Lovejoy. (ieo. Newell 04 Lovell, Mrs. Mary F 100 Lowell, James Russill M Ludlow, Lorin (I6 Luiiden, Kate 166 McKay, H. e Miuiieak8 a thous- and indulgences to eternal life, for twenty years' gratuitous toil on its marvelous beauty. Some in poetry, like the sub- lime Milton, the majestic Shakespeare, and the sweet-toned Burns and Tennyson. Some in music, like Handel's Messiah, rushing "as a refiner's fire," leaping from the touch of a live coal from th>3 inner altar of Gtod. Some find life's expression in the more material world, and Cyrus W. Field in the Atlantic cable was as truly passionate as was Rosa Bonheur in the portrayal of muscular animal force in the celebrated " Horse Fair." And what shall we say of the passion play of the naif Edison, as a virile human candlestick to the scientific world, a very comrade of the sun ? In all these, however, there is wanting that touch of divin- ity which attends the power of oratory. This form of expres- sion is super-material in a sense which the others are not. It works its wonders on the sensitive nature of souls, in impres- sions which live in conduct, glow in character, and burn in ♦ From an address dclivprcd at tlut prcHciitiitioii of a medal at an Independ- ent Medal Contest, at Falrvlew, Ohio, Aug. ■,•; , 180S. 1 f 9 Pr.ATFOBM P«ARt«. spirit. It breaks all bars of the intellect. It liberates the spirit, by whatever heretofore bound. And the man is free. His step isela tic. His movement is Arm and quick. He is all vital, "iia if he stood on a mountain and was himself a hun- dred cubits high." I am glad the youth of our country pre so greatly helped in the acquisition of this power of expression. The time for its use draws nigh. The very energy of prepara.icn in our coun- try is a prophecy of the demand for the service of orntoiy. God speaks to His own through His own, by just such public inspirations. By this movement the country is prepared for a coming ordeal. Letitcjme. And let all be ready. The institu- tions of our country ar^ rocking in the throes of a tremendous growth. Dormant principles struggle to be free. It is not every age that is called to the summits of progress to witness a test of Trath. God answers by fire. Truly the times are aglow with the dawn of His coming. Sentiment mounts to principle, princ'ple to action. Presently character must leap from the volcanic hearts of patriots in spontaneous force of oratory. That day will set men free. TLif* inimitable Chatham once pictured to parliament the inviolable ''anctity of the English home. " The poorest man," said he, " may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail — its roof may shake — the wind may blow through it — the storm may enter — but the King of England may not enter. All his forces dare not cross the tlireshhold of the ruined tenement." The sanctity of American homes mourns, with flag at half mast, for want of such orators in Congress. The government's revenue partner. Rum, enters the sacred precincts of homes innumerable, without possible recourse for the victims. How long, oh. Lord, how long? Wake, ye voices of Pitt, of Mira- beau, of Brougham, of Clay, of Webster, of Choate, of Gough, of Finch. When ►.ach patriots rise to speak it shall be done. When they command, the law shall stand fast. For such ora- tory is the word of life to a nation. It is the assimilaticr* of thought, action, and character. Its fruit is righteousness — right doing — the crown of life. And thli glory shall come with the ripeness of this period of contests. The full, ripe time of God. — Mattie McClellan Brown. Platform Pkarub. 'ates the spirit, is free. His i:k. He is all limself a hun- atly helped in le time for its 1 in our coun- ce of orntoiy. Bt such public srepared for a '. The institu- a tremendous ee. It is not ess to witness the times are ;nt mounts to ter must leap leous force of arliament the poorest man," 1 the forces of ke — the wind at the King of not cross the ih flag at half ! government's lets of homes 'ictims. How Pitt, of Mira- ate, of Gough, shall be done. For such ora- issimilatic::! of ghteousness — ry shall come The full, ripe llan Brown. S. A HONO OV THE HOl/B. Men c' might, C ice again for freedom fight t Children of the dusky race, Men of every rank and place. Put the hostile liordes to flight ! Smite them low. Midst the liquor's crimson flow ! Back from every cursed shrine Hurl the votaries of wine ; Let them feel they have a foe ! Struggle well. In the teeth of shot and shell ! In the fury of the atorm Sound the war-cry of reform, Shout defiance back to hell ! Wave on high Banners bluer than the sky. Signals redder than the flood That is fed by martyr's blood ; Let their folds triumphant fly ! Gk)d has come I Tell it in the rolling drum ; Bee Him in his awful wrath Hunting on the bloody path ; See Him strike His foemen dumb 1 We shall win O'er the ranks of crime and sin I Evil ever yields to right. Day has always followed night, Vice has ne'er victorious been. Far away Oleam the first long lines of day I Darkness like a shroud is diavvTi Backward from the brow of dawn. Gloria tibi Dominie I —Fred Lawrence Knowle; PLATrOKM PkaRLH. i 3. NOT FBOm WV BOTTLE. '• We muHt be polite," and " sometimes we must ♦oat—" Not from wy bottle, oh, no ! And some men " will have it" whenever they meet- Not from my bottle, oh, no ! The saloon may go on, and my vote may be lost, My influence, t«io, may not count with the host, And liquor be boufe,ht at whatever the cost — But not from viy bottle, no, no ! But all men are free, sir, to drink if they chooso— " Not from my bottla. oh, no ! " 'Twill be sold on the sly, anJ the license we'll lose—" But not from my bottle, oh, no ! The ladies may sip and the boys learn to drink. And men stagger down unto Hell's awful brink. And rum may flow on till p11 Christendom sink — Not from my bottle, no, no 1 " It will always be drunk, tho a few may oppose—" Not from my bottle, oh, no ! '■ There is more sold than ever as each season goes—" Not from my bottle, oh, no ! " 'Tis useless," they say, " you're a fraction so slight." Perhaps. But the fraction at least will be right. And God will reward him who all through the fight Cried : " Not from my bottle, oh, no ! —HattieH -^ler. 4. STAMP IT OUT. License throws no ihield over the helpless wife, or the hun- gry child. It leaves the State with the regular burden of lunatics and paupers. TT.e mill grinds on just the same, and the never-ending grist of fresh humanity, with capabilities for good, goes into the hopper, and out comep the horrible product of lunatics, paupers, and criminals, just the same. The wail of the worse than widow, the cry of the starved ami suffering child goes to heaven, but human fatuity lias inter- posed the shield of " regulation " and no answer comes — Regu- lation, forsooth ! Can the vitiated appetite of the boy be " regu- lated ' ? Is there any way to regulate the man or boy wh ' ha« implanted within himself an appetite wliich has taken from him every particle of will jiower V Can you save a man with a ri.ATroRM Pkahls. u8t'-,-at— " f meet— OHt, )St, hOOBO— " 3'11 lose—" ik, ink, ink — jpose — n goen— " so slight." ight. ;he fight th, no ! —HattieH ■n?er. 38 wife, or the hun- regular burden of just the same, and fith capabilities for he horrible product ! same. •y of the starved antl n fatuity lias inter- swer comes — Regu- lif the boy be " regu- man or boy wh ' has ich has taken from u save a man with a fever in any other way than to remove tlie causo of the foverT "Regulation?" Do you want to triko a census to cnumorato your children and say, " I will so regulate this evil tliat tlii3 child shall be mine and that one the saloon -keotier's?" In brief, do you want to perpetuate an evil, or do you want to kill it? If the rum power really owns the State and community, in Ood's name let it have its way in peace. If it dooa not, if humanity has any rights, if the State and (ho family havo any claim to be considered, let the law assert itself, and stamp it out. — PeiroleuiH V, Kaabj, in Aorth American Kciicw. S. THB OOLD OP BIOHT HABITS. Tliis bi-chloride treatment of gold, my dear boy. Of which in the pajiers we read, Will doubtless bring joy into homes full of woe. And balm to some hearts which now bleed ; For many ft man. who is traveling down Tlie hill that most surely will lead To death and destruction, will grasp at this gold, As drowning men grasp at a reed. But gold can be taken in childhood, my boy. Which works in a far surer way ; Tlie gold of right habits, pure thoughts and desires, - Bright bands, growing brighter each day ; Tlie gold which is sent from the Father above, To shield from the tempter's hard sway. Each boy, who will take up his stand for the right. And iiot for one moment delay. So seek for this gold in your upringtime, dear boy, This wisdom and strength from on high ; Then safely you'll walk through the years that come, Though many a pitfall be nigh ; For God sends His angel to camp round that boy. Who dares to stand firm, tho he die, And leads him through all of the dangers of youth, Up, up, to that home in the sky. — Jcsui'' F. Hf/uner, will Pl.ATrOHM Pkari.h. e. THK nii;8SiriiniAN'ff vikw. He waa a converted MuHHulman, and had come U> America to couiplete atudies prior to doing iniHHionury work in liiH nat'vo country. Like all foreignt^ra, he woh inciuiuitive, and for Home time had been keeping a prominent miniHter huHy explaining the characteristics of tliia country. Suddenly, one day he exclaimed : " What in the nature of this strong drink, alcohol, I hear ho much alxnitV In all Mohammedan countries it iH prai tically unknown." "Alcohol! Alcohol!" thundered the illuHtriouH divine in reply. "It is a deadly poison, and Ih commonly ummI ax n stimulant in this country ; but with it alone 240,000 Miloon- keepers annually kill over 60.000 people, and incite othent t^) commit nine-tenths of the crime committed in this country." "Then ought not these Baloon-keepera, whom you style murderers, to be punished like other criminals ?" "Well, hardly. You see, by paying a certain sum they secure from the judges of our courts a legal right to poison their fellow men." "Oh, then the judges are the reHponsible parties?" " Not exactly. The judges are only the interpreters of the law, and are required to grant licenseH to the proper applicants." " I see. Then the prime instigators of all this crime are the legislators of the several States? But why do the people not only permit these murderers to remain in office, but, year after year, reelect them, — knowing, as they do, that permission will be given for the continuation of this damnable traffic ?" That is the question. Voters of this nation, think on tlu^) things ! " —U. G. McKa//. THB HOUSE THAT SAM BUlIiT. [A Gtovemment Distillery.] This iu the house that Sam built. [The Distiller.] This is the man Who says that he can Manage the house that Sam built. [Whisky.] Tliis is the drink [I [DenuK cl [Tliere are Pl.ATKOHM l'KAKI..S. come to America ^-ork ill liiHiiat've ve, and for Homo l>UHy explaining : iH tlie nature of 1 alxnit V In all )wn." HtrioUH divine in iionly used iw a LI 240,000 Baloon- 1 incite othent tre sad, ot." and rave, In shame and want and sorrow, I drink and loaf the live-long day, And do the same to-morrow, " O men, with mothers fond I O men, with sisters and wivee I You thus mar not merely your own, But some other people's lives. I drink t drink ! drink ! In sorrow, want, and shame ; I ruin myself, disgrace my kin. And blaat my name and fame. "But wliy do I speak of fame, When my life is blank and drear ? Why talk so glibly of name, Wliich I'd sell for a glass of beer ? I might and should be a man, But drink has marred my career ; Has chilled my heart, benumbed my brain, Till life is void of cheer. '« I drink ! drink ! drink ! But it does not slake my thirst ; It burns my throat : and oh ! my head : It aches as if 'twould burst ! Look at my home ! which ought to glow Witli bloom of health and cheer ; Dear ones are sick, the stock is low ; They're feeling want, I fear, " I drink ! drink ! drii> ! Till money and health aic ^one ; And drink ! drink ! drink I Till I'm lean and lank and wan. My friends of yore, with haughty mien. Pass by, with scarce a nod ; They now regard my life, I ween, As worth no more than a clod. " If I had but one short hour, A respite, e'en thus brief. Would give some time for love and hope To ease my load of grief. I lit Flatforu Pbahlb. lliii But my thirst for drink's bo ffreat — T yearn for the spark Hng Ixjwl — It must be quenched, in spite of fate, If 1 had to sell my soul." His clotlies quite shabby and worn, And nose with blotches red, A toper bat, with trembling hand. Supjwrting his dizzy head. He drinks ! drinks ! drinks ! And makes liis life a blot ; In a voice of Kloom as drear as a pall He sang this '• Song of the Sot." —Henry W. Holloway. 12. THK ai'ESTION FOR PATRIOTS. Patriots of America, do you want this Government run by the gin mills? That is the question of the present and of the future. All this prating about " personal liberty " is to avoid that thimdering inquiry. The saloons are in control of every strategic point in politics. Find us, if you can, a leading poli- tician in either old party that dares to stand out in the open air and tell the public that the saloon is a curse to our civiliza- tion. They know it is a curse and in their hearts they despise it ; but they know too that it would break their political necks in a twinkling if they dared lo make such an utterance. Every "boss" in American politics, from Tweed down, has been a "boss" by reason alone of his control over slum elemente, and the statesmen who are guiding the destinies of Ameiica to-day are statesmen chosen for their inoffensive- ness or positive friendliness to the liquor power. Tha 240,000 gin-mills of this land, if each controls but ten votes or is the medium through which ten votes are to be "influenced," would swing a vote of 2,400.000. and they can do it and will do it at any time for "boodle." The Praetorian Guard of Rome offering the emjjerorship of the world to the highest bidder hardly equaled the scene in this loved land in which the salotMis, orgniiizod by counties, by States, and nationally, auction off political favdrs to the biggest " barrel." Men say they dont think it hurts to drink a glass of beer once ill a \\ hile. But does it hurt to have this country run by the gin-milU)' That is the question. Any man who cares Platform Peart.s. 13 e. 11 W. HoUoway, ;iOTS. ?rnment run by sent and of the rty " is to avoid K)ntrol of every a leading poll- )ut in the open I to our civiliza- rtB they despise r political necks L an utterance. Tweed down, itrol over slum ig the destinies leir inoffensive- ir. Tha 240,000 votes or is the I "influenced," o it and will do Tuard of Rome highest bidder licli the 8alo(s the piiie to jiour the wat«r upon the raging conflagi-ation. So must we do now. Our leader must be the man who is the ablest and surest rep- resentative of the principles to whi h we are pledged. Let Massachusetts, nurse of the men and principles that made our earliest revolution, vow herself anew to her early faith . . . the whol) comprehended in that sublime relation of Christianity, the Brotherhood of Man. In the contemplation of these great interests, the intrigues of party, the machinations of iwliticians, the combinations of office-seekers, all pass from sight. Politics and morals, no longer divorced from each other, become one and inseparable '" th e holy wedlock of Christian sentiment. Such a union ele- * From an iiddrcRi dellvemi at Worcegtcr. .riiiic •,>«, 1(M8. wmmmmmm mtmm im ■I'll iiil i'!! m A I'LATFUUM Pearls. vates politics, while it gives a new sphere to morals. Political discussions have a grnndeur which they never before assumed. Released from topics which concern only the selfish squabble for gain, and are often independent of morals, they come home to the heart and conscience. A novel force piisses into the con- tests of party, breathing into them the breath of a new life — of Hope, Progress, Justice, Humanity. — ( Viur/cs Sumner. 15. TUG BABY !>110IJS. 'Twas last month in camp ; us fellei-s Had been haulin" logs fer days, When there came a roarin' blizzard — Not with 'commodatin' ways — But a regular ole timer. 'Twarn't no use to try to haul, So we settled down an' figured On a program we called " tall." So that night as darkness gathered, We drew up around the fire ; " Gracious," Tom said, " hear it blowin'l Can't ye pile the logs up higher V" And we did, then watched it blowin', Toastin' our bestockin'ed feet. Then tossed pennies to determine WTio should tell a story Fete Got heads. "Come on, ole feller, Tell us Bomethin' pretty bright, Fer the kerosene's clean petered An' this fire don't give much light." But he said he couldn't. Gracious 1 When us fellers spot a man He has got to make a showin' Whether he jes' can't or can ! " Well," said he, " I've just one story, And that isn't funny, pards ; But if you are bound to have it, I can talk without regards To the fine points of a story. 'Twas last winter, boys, and somehow T'mes was pretty hard with me — Couldn't get a tiling to work at, Platform Pearls. H morals. Political T before asauiued. e selfish squahble i, they come home iisses into the con- of anew life — of 'Iturks Sunnier. (win'I 1', it." 1 ry. lOW With a family of three. Well, you mind that camp up-river? I got work up there at lant ; Tell ye, fellers, I was happy, * Fer,' says I, ' hard times is past.' Came the day we got our silver ; Not a moment would I lose Fer it was the baby's birthday, And I'd made some little shoes Out o' some soft buckskin leather. Oh, I'd seen those baby eyes Lightin' up for months — in fancy — She had oyes jes' like the skies When there isn't any blizzard, But the blue is all ye see. Boys, I thought we'd have a party, Jes' with wife and babe and me. Came the day we got our silver And I started home — well, boys, I got off fer miles up-country 8o't I wouldn't hear the noise Of them fellers when they landed Where the winehouse stands close by, For when logmen get their silver They do carry things so high. So I went in on a cross street Just to 'scape the?r jolly hold. 'Twas a stormy night like this one — Never saw a night so cold. Suddenly — or was I dreaming 7— Came that well-remembered smell Of the wine that draws and chains one While it leads him on to hell t Came the rattling, clicking, spinning Of the cue upon the balls — Then the wild notes of a fiddle — Now the music rises, falls. Tempted, overcome with passion — For I ceased to be a man — I rushed in ; think of the horror Of that action if you can. Wlien I sobered down next momiii' — 18 Platform rKARi,"*. il! Or next night it might huve bt^en — I had spent my last log silver, Started out for home again. Yes, 'twas night, now I ronu-raber ; Just the cold liglit of the nuxm Lighted up our little kitchen. Oh, how cold it made the room I And it fell upon the brown hair Of my wife, and her white face, And the little frozen baby She had tried to keep in place At her frozen breast. I'm sure, hoys, If I'd got there when I tried. Life would still be worth the livin'; Wife and baby had not died. Here's one shoe ; the other's somewhere — Lost — and this is very cold ; Tried it on my baby : some way It's 80 chilly now to hold. Of that freezin' winter evenin' Often do I think, ye see, For it was the baby's birthday, And my wife expected me." No one spoke as Pete had finished ; Just the snow against the pane Tapjjed and moaned ; the embers brightened And then died away again. Night was setting darkly earthward, It was late : but no one knew. Just one picture filled our fancy — 'Twas that little baby shoe. — Helen Josephine Baker, 16. AN AimSRICAN DKi^GHT. There is an American desert more bleak and desolate and famished than ever Western wind or ravening wolf howled over. Across its arid ridges capital puffs its flabby jowls in deadly peril, and gibbers like an idiot about the scenery and the sunset ; and labor gasps and yelps and staggers and, with dry tongue protruding, snaps at friend and foe like a mad dog. It reeks with the blood of millions who would else have been stars in the crown cent women altars by the tected by thi scourge, the of God for V we liave be< incantation i license gcjld. world in bur The liquor tr thatpoatpon with it in tht "Thet or bla "Bjoke — fir I Ez thet ol' ji An' I U teU y "Who's Jim 1 Stan's six fee Him an' me's 3 Sence the tin 'Twuz a turri The snow'd 1 t A regerler N( 'Sif some o' tl h 'Ith the stren s: They'd been 1 b '■II i '«- 1 PLATruHM Praki.h. 19 », in the crown of Jesiw Christ. It whitenn witli tlie bonen of inno- cent women and little children dragged tliither from our very altars by the greedy, red-niotithed pack of a5().(M)0 saloons pro- tected by the law. It \h drunkenness, the mniivawe terre—iht) scourge, the pestilence, the perdition of living men, the wrath of God for violated harvests and mercenary public virtue. And we liave been fleeing from it, or dancing about ridiculous incantation fires, or drinking wine and praising the gods of license gold. The hand of Jehovah writes upon the wall of the world in burning letters : " Prepare ye the way of the Lord !" The liquor traffic might to die ; andanypoliticH or any religion that postpones or ignores that ought to die, too, and be buried with it in the middle of the king's highway, and it will. — John O. Woolley. Iiere — ghtened lephine Baker. ind desolate and ing wolf howled flabby jowls in e scenery and the •8 and, with dry i a mad dog. It e have been stars IT. THK 3VO AW MK AlV JIM. "Thet or black jug up thar, eh ! why keep it up on the shelf?" " Bioke — Are away?" Reckon not, sir ; w'y, I'd ez soon lose myself Ez thet ol' jug. Jes' you set down thar in the shade o' thet spreadin' limb An' 1 11 tell you a leetle suthin" thet jug's done fer me an' Jim. "Who's Jim?" W'y, Jim's my pardner, bes' feller'n all this place, Stan's six feet'n his Htockin's, an' got jes' the hones'est face. Him an' me's jes' like two brothers —Jim hain't no rale brother, you see, Sence the time when thet dretful thing happened to the jug an* him an' me. 'Twuz a turrible wild night, stranger, wirter o' eighty-two, The snow'd been a-peltin' down all day, an' now the wind it bloo A regerler Nor'east blizzard, like nothin' so much in the world, 'Sif some o' them gret towerin' hills had up 'ith thoirselves, an' hurled 'Ith the strength of a thousan' demons, the kiverin' o' ice and snow They'd been heapin' up for years an' years, on us poor cretura below ■SHrae* 90 Plattorm Pbaklb. In the gulch Cold? Wall, yes, I reckon 'twuz cold, the wind nn' flieet Wu8 thet bitln' you'd a-froze, «jir, 'fore you'd a-gone more'n two feet, Tho', to tell the rale truth, stranger, nary one on us didn't much keer Ef it did Hnow. Up to Jinkses' thur wuz plenty o' rum an' beer. An' thar we'd all been a-settin' sence the airly part o' the day. It felt 8o warm an' comferble like, we up'n 'lowed we'd stay. So we jes' hitched up a bit nigher, an' Jim, he shuffled the ke-ards. An' sez he to me, "Come, Bob, ol' chap, le's you an' me be pards. We'll hev a regerler ol' fash—" but he never finished that speech. For jes' then suthin' or 'nuther outside giu a mos' unairthly screech. Jim drap'd the ke-ards mighty sudden, an' jumped up out'n his cheer. "Wot wuz thet. Bob? " sez he, " wot wuz thet ar noise? did ve hear?" " Hear?" sez I, "wall. I reckon I heerd, I ain't deef, not yit. Thet or wuz naught but the wind, Jim, don't you be skeered, one bit." But whilst I wuz talkin', my teeth wuz hittin' together, click, clack. An' my bar stood up on end, like the quills on a porkypine's back. Twict agin we heerd thet screech, 'hove the soun's o' thet awful night. An' by thet time we'a all on us eenymos' dead 'ith fright. An' when, his eyes big an' starin', Irish Mike fell over 'gainst Jim, Yellin' out, " Be the Holy Mither, 'twuz the Banshee callin' fer him." W'y then, we jes' gin out entirely, an' huddled all up'n a heap, 'Ith no more sperit amongst us'n you'd find in a passel o' sheep. All the res' o The lamp flic t In the dark i t But thar war Byme-bye th 9 Jim an' me, 1< But we didn'l h 'Ith suthin' so t We poked at a Then all 'twoi f) "My God, E b An' we sot ini tl Then, 'ith one o' An' begun a-j w I caUed, an' tl tc Whilst the rea te Thet night Jin g< Ef he wa'n't , k Six long wee! lo To whar, on' br 'Citmii , 'T?r'T'T-f9rT?^'r*j^":"v. PLATFORli PkaIIMI. 31 uz cold, the wind 'd a-gone morQ'n one on us didn't ilenty o' rum an' ' part o' the day. »wed we'd stay. , he Bhuflled the a you an' me be ver flnished that a moa' unairthly jumped up out'n ; ar noiae? did ye t deef, not yit. you be skeered, i' together, click, )n a porkypine'a e aoun'a o* thet 'ith fright, fell over 'gainat mahee callin' fer t all up'n a heap, a paaael o' aheep. All the reg' o' the night we aot thiir, Hourco darin' t<> brwitho or to move, The lamp nickered out 'fore daylight, an' Iho fire went down in the atovo. In the dark it aeemed wuas'n ever, fer the wind kep' howiin' outside, But thar wan't one on uh fellers could ha' atirred a foot ef lie died. Byme-bye the sun riz an' sparkled, like dimon'a all over the groun', Jim an' me, we put on our gret-conta, an' 'lowed we'd tek a look roun'. But we didn't git fer — on the door-stun we foun' a gret snow- kivered heap. 'Ith Buthin' so queer in ita shape like, ourfleah all to onct gan to creep. We poked at the snow, sorter easy ; pretty aoon we onkivered ahead. Then all 'twonct Jim keeled over agin me, 'ith a face like tin- face o' the dead. "My God, Bob," he gasped, "it's my brother, my onliest brother, my Joe, An' we sot inside thar, like heathen, whilst he died out here in the snow." Then, 'ith one gret cry, like a heart-burst, Jim sorter went out o' his head. An' begun a-jabberin' to " Joaey," disrememberin' his brother wuz dead. I called, an' the fellers come runnin', an' some on' em tended to Jim, Whilst the rest on us fetched in his brother —our eyes mighty teary an' dim. Thet night Jim come down 'ith the fever (Thank the Lord, I'd got him safe hum). Ef he wa'n't jes' the craziest cretur drawed breath thia aide Kingdom Come. Six long weeks it wuz 'fore he tottered to the winder, an' looked thro' tie snow, To whar, on' a ledge of the mount'n, we'd buried hia jxwr brother Joe. PtATmuM I'KAHLH He iK'KKfd HO Imnl (Vr iHTtiikliTH, I tol' liirn the h-ll linrrowln' tale, How JcK", luyin' mit fer to s'prlso him, hod footod it over the trail ; At a placo, a fow mile up the mounfn, ho Btoppod to res' an' git warm, An' tiio folkH tlu'y tried iiard to 'suado liim to 'i)ido a i»it, 'count o' tliti Hturm. But he wouldn' hear to no reason, bo anxiouB ho wuz to see Jim, So tlu'y gin liim a jiigf"! o' wliislty, "jes" to Iteep the cold out'n him," An' not bein' customed to sporlta, he drunk more'n he'd ough- tor, you know. An' Iob' his way, an" kep' waaderin' Iwick an' forth, in the cold an' the snow. From Borae'erefl 'way up on the mount'n he mus' iia' caught Hight o' the spark O' light shinin' out'n our winder, an' follerod it up in the dark ; An' when he'd nigh about reache*'. it his foot likely slipped, an' he foil Oif'n the rot^ks, right outer our door-stun, an' gin out thet tur- rible yell. We foun' thet black jug clost beside him ; the han'le wuz broke, e/, you see ; When Jim seen it he cried like a babby, an' then ho sez, tumin' tome, "Bob," he Bt /.. "we'd bes' let it stan' thar on the eend o' the buelf , don' you think ? ' Fer eorttir a warnin' or pledge like, when we's hankerin' arter a drink. "Ef hehad-:'ta-drinked thet whisky Joe'd never ha' los' his way, An' ef we fellers'd utcn in our senses, he might ha' been livin' to-day ; God helpin' me, Bob" he sez slowly, " I'll never tech licker agin." An' sez I, my ban' laid in his'n, " I'm with you, ol' feller. Amen." Now, i trafTlc in i to $10,( ,K1 Ih' allows on the stu man is lie law is rob it grants their own allowed tl madness ^ payment i would be soiling CO strength t one man i all or giv( the siile ( drive the and prett will invol but tlie m as Grov. S( shy as gf aforesaid, tliis we d( den, guilt sneak dov find the li * From ' PLATfORM PlARU. 33 » hvM liivrrowin' lUxl it over the ppofl to res' an' )itlo a hit, 'count I ho wiiz to Bee «p the cH)l(l out'n ire'n he'd ough- )rth, in the cold nufl' lia' caught up in the dark ; kely HUpped, an' gin out thet tur- the han'le wuz sn he sez, tumin' the eend o' the bankerin' arter ever ha' los' his it ha' been livin' lever tech ticker you, ol' feller. Nigh t«n our plfdn*' ; Tho iKiHi(>H Im Krowin' and lilnwin' on thet grave up thar on the ledge. Wo watera 'em out ii thet jug, Hir,— w'y hleiiH me, my eyes they iH dim ! They allerH gitH ho when I'm tellin' 'Ixmt the jug an' me. sir, an' Jim. — Eleanor Mniifivld. 18. KKMNK VKHHirH liK'KNNK.* Now, it iH maK)k —the w'c it every uHHlHting in Cains, do w Ixnly ; but t man and a I to send thoi Oh men, and unchari horror that after year c these thingt sorrow, and niisHioning i tlieiu in it, makes the 1 The curt rlKhteousnc reckoning, brand of Co liow in the Rigid anc The victimi And seali Grasses wa The rosef To hear th( That spej They tell o Where \^ Where dre Where a Of manho( With on Of merry 1 PriAxroRM Pearlm. DA illowing ; vv. plowing ! 1 — I, lo relying, e sighing t Horner lAjuthan, LIN. State has the power sponsible for its ex- possess, as a voter, ection of the traffic, sible for the whole secuting their busi- 3ut under the broad iness. There is no )reme Court, to sell lission issued to hini authority from the ff continued on tlH> ople. All the legal legalized "traffic in action of the voters r to remove them, [tons results. to be found to-day ? head of every man the continuance of ;oes a minister along e? One of the fore- jandidate for Bishop 3e and you will see ^here goes another, sbyterian church on Ty. Look close and the brand of Cain will Im- visihU'. Here is a third — ro<-t()r of lliiit rich and liiHtoric Epistopal church on lower Uroiitlway. bM)k— the liriiiKl of Cain a«ain ! Walk the streclH and you Hce it ovciywluic—a comnuinity of CainH, conspirinK and ••iHHiHting in the dolmuchcry and ticath of their fellow croaturen. CiiinH, do we say V Why, all that Cain did was to slay the iHxly ; hut these men who lx!liove that there is a soul in every man and a hell waiting for it are yet, dcHpite all thiH, awsiHting to Hend thouHands each year to that eternal doom. Oh men, men, Oovil, for neither makes the laws on our statute Ix^oks or votes for those who do. The curse of C^ain ir, resting on this Nation, and as sure as righteousness is right and sin is sin, there must come a day of reckoning. liook to yourself, voter ; are you carrying the brand of Cain? — 27ic Voice, Oct. 1, 1891. 27. THK rOIWINC ERA. Ix)w in the dust and silence, low in earth's virgin breast, Rigid and' cold and senseless there in their slumber deep. The victims of drink are lying in a mute and 80u11'>'j rest. And sealed are the lips that dying asked for a peaceful sleep. (trasses wave above them and heavy with twilight's tears ; The roses, wan and weary, lean over the vernal slopes, To hear the spirit voices that come from the by-gone years— That speak of human ruins and the ghosts of murdered hopes. They tell of the mystic shadows that crouch by hearths aglow. Where wives are sobbing wildly and mothers sigh in pain, Where dregs of bitter memory fill up their cup of woe — Where all their prayers for lost ones are uttered but in vain. Of manhood's deadly grapple and subsequent defeat, With one weird dancing demon in a blood-red habit decked ; Of merry hearts that drifted out on billows wild and fleet ; i, PLATrnnM Pkarlh. Of hcirt* (liwhed on ain'H hidtlcn n-ofH, of hearUi forevw And the lif<' und lovi« of iniiny a lionu' have kohp to th«diHUuit Hkii'H, Like miBt that coHh from the river or the inceiist! of battle'H fray. Oh, hard in the lesHoii we gather when the drunken father died, Leaving the ctirw" l)ehiM(l liiui, i>erha|)H for many a day. The wall of the or|)i)an Ih drr A-ned in the cea«ele«H din of tlie Htrect, While rivers of wine flow down the tliroat of the rich and the proud ; And rampant the evils and crime which everywhere we meet. And the Bhnttle of death keci* weaving the poor inebriate's shroud. Reeking the cells of the prisons with the poison breath of the wretch, Filled is the almshouse with paujjers and tramiw tattooed with shame ; Souls are pawned for a trifle, and honor for what it will fetch, And duty bleeils with ghastly wounds she gets in pleasure's name. Over the Union, Progress, calm as the stars above. Rides in her golden chariot, behind her chargers grand, The banners of Heaven bearing the gilded message of love Inscribed thereon by the angels to the outcasts of our land. And ne'er will she pause in her journey along the future's track. Till dramshops are changed to mant-ions. where joy and peace can dwell. When souls are redeemed, homes restored, and the virtues of men come back — Ah I then will smilingly pause and say to all our land, " It is well I " — Leon Mead. 28. A <'ASK OF "PERSONAL LIBKHTV." Do you know what a flve-year-old little girl is? Have you one of your own? Do you know her helplessness in tliis big world of complex and terrible forces? Do you know how dependent n ill) read thJH "A drink lit '-"JH River IxiutiiiK their h<>K. When ill rum iihu v iii'ighborH, w IM.lipB. The in only worth Hkip|)ed by 1 of various k tain evils ai feel or see no oratory ill! sides an over it, no j if you are protect and this to little to go and ft up your mi need be, all O grand Sweet From se Looks Of all tl Not oi Buried t Benea iBlkAi I'LATroHM 1'KAHI.H. m «if hiMirtfl forevw i(()nc> t<) thf) (liHtiuit Inceiiae uf battlv'H uiikon father died, many a day. 'iiHelcHH din of tlie it of the rich and •ywhere we meet, le poor inebriate's ison breath of the imym tattooed with what it will fetch, ) gets in pleasure's above, largers grand, lessage of love Tasts of our land. r the future's track, I'here joy and peace and the virtues of all our land, "It is — Leon Mead. ^IBKHTV." girl is? Have you )les8ne8S in tliis big )o you know how dependent she is upon careful protection and nurture ? If you ilu read thiH hIkipI itciii frofi 'I'hr Times, .Jiui. ;t() : " A drinking i-oii|)l« iiHinml Michncl niid Mary Cliiiioy, wlio dve lit 'JJH River Rvpjiuo, IIoImiIccii, wcrn nri-)'Hteit<-r. Tim cliild wiim m'lit out diiily to lii'l?. When iihu iliil not l»rin({ lionit" iiioii<>y eiiougli tolt(t'|) thocoupio ill rum »h« wiw iMtntcn with a heavy liurnt'-ss Htrap. YrHtcrday tlii> iicighborH, wlio bnii ktuwii tin-il of reitcuing tlio thlld, notifitxl tlic IMilioe. The little jtiil anil her thrw-ypar-old brotlxT wem taltcn in ining every day. It is hucIi a UHiial thing that it is only worth 15 lines in the daily pa|MT, aii(i tli"y arc gent'rally skipi)ed by the average reader. There are irapaHwioned orators of various kinds trying to make the jH-ople of America see cer- tain evils and feel certain wrongH that they might not either feel or see but for the oratory. Here w an evil that needs no oratory to make it seen and felt. It is tangible. It is on all sides and ;it all times. We have no sermon to deliver over it, no gUHh to gel rid of ; but we want to say this, that if you are a big, strong, healthy man, and are helping to protect and peri)etuate a system that is doing such thingHrfls this to little five-year-old girls throughout this land, you ought to go and grovel on your face in an ash-heap till you make up your mind to fight such a damnable system against, if need be, all the powers of the world, the flesh and the devil. — E. J. Wheeler. SO. rwLimBiA. O grand, fair country, rich in bounteous blessing. Sweet Freedom's crown ujwn thy regal brow ; From sea to sea the land of thy possessing. Looks to the sun and smiles in plenty now. Of all the millions claiming thy protection. Not one will answer to the name of slave — Buried the memory of thy defection Beneath the sod that marks the soldier's grave. m w 88 Platform Pkakls. Sacred to Heaven, the Chijrch gives message tender ; On every side thy halls of learning stand ; Yonder white dome upreared in glistening si' jndor, Besiieaks the promise of a peaceful land. Across the waters in a friendly greeting, Thy sister countries send the kindly word ; In place of war the world's great good defeating, The grand Te Deum and the prayer are heard. Ah, prayer and praise befit thy queenly seeming, And both are due the power that bid thee live ; But pray as well to awaken from thy dreaming And clear-eyed reason to thy future give. That future shrinks beset by many a danger, T,urking, half-fledged to rise strong-winged at last. O trust it to the friend and not the stranger. To guide thee safe the dreadful breakers past 1 Cling to the old, the tried and true that love thee. And bid new lovers prove their fealty — CUng to thy birthright which the God above thee Sealed with the blood of martyred loyalty. Ay, trust thine own, but bid them pledge thine honor In the pure glass that leaves the reason clear ; Let all thy legions bear the snow-white banner, From out whose folds no foul-breathed demons leer. Blot out the wrongs that cry for Heaven's bewailing, Crush wild-eyed License 'neath an iron heel ; Bid Virtue rise, assured of help unfailing. And skulking Vice thy full displeasure feel. Speak to thy sons in words whose lofty meaning Shall thrill them through with an undying fire ; Shall fit their souls for boundless fields of gleaning And mighty effort that shall never tire. High to God's throne upraise an ideal holy. And bid thy childion look to that for light, While pressing onward with a spirit lowly And patience boundless as the vault of night. So in God ShaU e^ And large Smile 'i 30. 1 Whether c total and fins seems to me r kind confess t all the rest ac to refuse the mands? . . . brilliant and of intemperai blood of genii to mind som< fellows, who seems to ha\ commissioned family. Shal If the relativ the great an: small amount est the world of '76 we are evils too. . . we shall find umitted, a gi plied, more c orphan's stari ural ally this aid its marc of earth sha draughts of p complete, wh on the earth, claim to be tl * From addr fti'Ul, 111., on Feb Platform Peahls. 3D der ; idor, :la8t. I le, ee honor » ns leer, iiiling, re; ling So in Grod's own g(»d time thy gracious seeming, Shall every truth speak out to aid the world ; And larger hope upon thy fair brow beaming Smile 'neath the flag of purity unfurled. — Fannie E. Ostrandcr. 30. THE TIOmPKRANCE REVOLUTIOIV.* Whether or not the world would be vastly benefited by a total and final banishment from it of all intoxicating drinks, seems to me not now an open question. Three-fourths of man- kind confess the affirmative with their tongues ; and, I believe, all the rest acknowledge it in their hearts. Ought any, then, to refuse their aid in doing wliat the good of the whole de- mands ? . . . There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and warm-blooded to fall into this vice — the demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and generosity. What one of us but can call to mind some relative, more promising in youth than all his fellows, who has fallen a victim to his rapacity ? He ever seems to have gone forth like the Egyptian angel of death, commissioned to slay, if not the first, the fairest born of every family. Shall he now be arrested in his desolating career ? . . . If the relative grandeur of revolutions shall be estimated by the great amount of human misery they alleviate and the small amount they inflict, then, indeed, will this be the grand- est the world shall ever have seen. Of our political revolution of '76 we are all justly proud. . . . But . . . it . . . had its evils too. . . . Turn now to the temperance revolution. In it we shall find a stronger bondage broken, a viler slavery man- umitted, a greater tyrant deposed — in it more of want sup- plied, more disease healed, more sorrow assuaged ; by it no orphan's starving, no widow's weeping. . . . And what a nat- ural ally this to the cause of political freedom ; with such an aid its march can not fail to be on and on, till every son (if earth shall drink in rich fruition the sorrow-quenching draughts of perfect liberty. . . . And when the victory shall be complete, when there slmll be neither a slave nor a drunkard on the earth, how proud the title of that land whicli may truly claim to be the birth-place and the cradle of both those revolu- * From address licforo tlic Washlngtonian Temperance Society of Spring- Held, 111., on Ftl). 22, 1H(2. 40 Platform Pkarlh. tions that shall have ended in that victory 1 How nobly dis- tinguished that people who shall have phinted and nurtured to maturity both the political and moral f retnlom of their specicH ! — Abraham Lincoln, 31. A TRAMP'S VIKWS. I may be a dnmkard, an idler, a tramp — I'm sure you would think so to look at me now ; But once I was dressed aa you dress to-day, And had the I^ord's seal of a man on my brow. I had a fine home and a dear little wife, And a babe, just as bright as that dear bal)e of yeople were pleased. And business looked bettor than for many a year ; l$ut 1 went 1 Wiis as i>ji Now that m And dem£ B)it she told As long lu It was true Had madi That I eami Which wi But why tel A drunka My wife an I found V And one ni| With the My baby, p And only Starved t< Business Business fo As they ( Business fo Business Business fc Who ma! The license But to it To it I've a To it I'v* Christians But the : So long as Andlegi There are Who lor But I see I So long i By workir )w nobly dis- ind iiurtuii'd their specicH! 7/1 Lincoln. If, •f yciurs ; )ut-door8.' Irink ; ves, ja. id said : » it down." >; debt ; God's grace.' lake, ht, paid. I the papers. DP, ipers. eased, year ; Platform Pearls. 41 l$iit I went home one night and the cheek of my wife Wjuj as i>ale as the dead, and on it a tear. Now that made me mml, so I gave her a talk, And demanded that she should not look like one dead. B\it she told me she feared it could not be helped, As long as our cupboard was empty of bread. It was true — the devilish drink at the bar Had made me its slave ; and every cent That I earned, when sober enough to do work. Which was not very often, to the tavern it went. But why tell it all ? My trade was soon killed— A drunkard is fit for no business or toil ; My wife and my baby grew paler, and soon, 1 found we were all wrapped in Alcohol's coil. And one night, while I sat at the tavern and drank, "With the very last penny I had to my name. My baby, poor starveling, went home up to God, And only the next week my wife did the same. Starved to death, to make business for our little town, Business for men who must bury the dead ; Business for those who grow fat and grow rich, As they gather the money that should go for bread ; Business for judges and juries and jailers, Business for vampires who fatten on wrong, . Business for men who sell heartaches for money. Who make others weak that they may be strong. The license was paid, two hundred good dollars. But to it I've added my dead babe and wife. To it I've added the manhood I've lost, To it I've added this much of my life. Christians may pray and preachers may preach ; But the Kingdom of Christ will never prevail So long as for dollars we license foul murder And legislate citizens into the jail. There are thousands like me who still want to be saved, Who long for the manhood they lost at the bar. But I see no ho|)e for us this side of the grave So long as the Christians our life-chances mar By working for wrong, while they pray for the right ; 4-i Platfoum Peaki.s. .t|K Hy talking for kvil. ieiiiu'hamj). erics, because froai « hio to ; through the hailed on the city councils, states to the I, controls the ting-station is barracks the cemetery the , its battle-cry IS are rapid — Every saloon- ery distiller a ief . The con- Ltention, stag- I million iive [ march ; past lives of wife )thers ; down, 1. it pays |200,- 100,000,000 for is licensed to jmupers, and m jails. The s ; 110,000,000 loses the value of thousands whether the -paui^er crimi- •aler's right to e, to his wife's bitloii Convention, Platform Pearls. 43 right to bread and coal, to his child's right to be well lH)rn, lo the state's right to an imcorriipted suffrage ? You say these evils must stop ; but how ? Tlie old parties will never stop them ; the saloon controls them both. The Democratic Party wept over a billion-dollar Congress, but it does not even shed a crocodile tear when the saloon robs jiau- pers of |1 200,000,000. The Republican party will compass heaven and earth to protect tlie workingraan's dinner pail, yet it permits the saloon to rob him of his dinner without protest. It sees 100,000 pieces of American bone and sinew buried annu- ally by the saloon and it is silent. It will protect things, not men. The nation has a hun'^'-ed lighthouses along her coast, but aroimd the awful rocks of intemperance, on wluch unnum- bered lives have been beaten out, she has nothing but licensed pirates. Neither the Republican nor Democratic captain of the Ship of State will pick up a drowm'ng drunkard. Three mil- lion Republican and Democratic Christians might pray every night that the liquor traffic may be abolished, and it will go on unchecked ; but if on election day 3,000,000 Christian men pray with their ballots, their prayer would be answered by nightfall. For a century a certain man on his way from Jerusi-lem to Jericho has regularly fallen among thieves. The Republican priest and the Democratic Levite have passed by on the other side. If you want to 'oe a Good Samaritan, do not merely take this man to an inn and pay his board, but get your friends and go back along that road, determined to arrest the gang of thieves that have been robbing every one that passes down that way. Notify the liquor-dealers through the ballot-box that the workingman jiust go from his cottage to his work without passing a single saloon — that is Prohibition, The saloon-keeper may tell you that Prohibition does not pro- hibit. He is a reliable source of information, isn't he? If Pro- hibition does not prohibit, why is he so bitterly opposed to it ? Why has it emptied the jails of Kansas ; reduced liquor-drink- ing in Iowa? Why does Uquor capital halt at the border of a Prohibition state ? Wliy did Maine, after a trial of 30 years, make Prohibition a part of her constitution? Why does the party grow stronger at every election? Local Option — one dry town surrounded by ten wet ones ; state Prohibition — a rock in a sea of rum — these may fail, but let us have prohibi- tion in every state and territory in the Union, and a drunkard Ii :;■■■ / #1: 1 44 Platkorm FEAnui. will Im" aa nire a sight as a Democratic candidate for the Prcfii- dencj', God ha« anointed this little David to sink the stone of Prohibition deep into the skull of this bragging Gk)liath, Alco- hol. Throw your ballot away by voting for tlie Party ? Not while God's throne stands. Your ballot is the way you can help him make America better. Wliat does He care about the little partizan wrangles about the tariff, liow many coppers to tax a foreign coat for an American dude, when men whom He gave His only begotten Son to save are sinking down into drunkard's graves on every hand? Votes were needed for independence in 1776, for Union in 1860 ; they are needed for sobriety, now 1 Now, whe.i the continent trembles beneatli the drunkard's tread — now, when children in their cradles are stung by this viper — now, when it dcx)ms a million women to lonely and unpitied martyrdom. A river of rum, a mountain of gold, a cloud of tears, a bou- levard of broken hearts, a red Niagara, down which the best blood of the nation is ]X)uring, a valley of dry bones, white with a million rum-made skeletons. This is the terrific indictment against this infernal trafHc. Oh, Christian men, reach out your iron ai-ms and clutch with your steel fingers this foul and baleful harlot, and stamp- ing deep upon her leprous forehead the burning titles of her shame, plunge the dagger of I'ro .ibition to her heart and shrouding her in the curses of 70,000,000 people, bury her so deep she will never hear the trumpet of resurrection I — Charles S. Morris, 33. SHOVEIi OUT. The blizzard had its lessons, which were borne upon the wind, And dropped at many a door-step in the thought it left behind. It reigned a very monarch, with an undisputed sway. And chained the wheels of commerce for a nation in a day ; It made its crystal messengers a conquering brigade. To force its proclamation for a general blockade. And brought to every homestead with a morning song and shout, The truth that they were captives, if they didn't shovel out. It's just pn illustration of another sort of " blow," "Which hedges many lives about with something else than snow, And turns n Into a 8uH. For forty yearH this li(iuid joy hiw lx>en within the happy HtaveH of oak longing to kiss the lips of man. —Robert G. Ingeraull. SKOOND VIKW. (This speaker takes the bottle from the table and holds it in his hand during his recitation ; then replaces it upon the table, and joins first speaker.) I bring you some of the most wonderful whisky that ever brought a skeleton into the closet or painted scenes of lust and bloodshed in the brain of man. It is the ghost of wheat and corn, crazed by the loss of their natural bodies. In it you will find a transient sunshine chased by a shadow as cold as an Arctic midnight, in which the breath of June grows icy, and the carol of the lark gives place to the foreboding cry of the raven. Drink it, and you shall have "woe," " sorrow," "babbling," and "wounds without cause"; "your eyes shall behold strange women," and "your heart shall utter perverse things." Drink it deep, and you shall hear the voices of demons shriek- ing, of women wailing, and worse than orphaned children mourning the loss of a father who yet lives. Drink it deep and long, and serpents will hiss in your ears, coil themselves about your neck, and seize you with their fangs ; for " at the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder." For forty years this liquid death has been within staves of oak, harmless there as purest water. I bring it to you that you may "put an enemy in yo"r mouth to stoal away your brains," and yet I call myself your iriend. — J. M. Buckley, D.D. THIRD VIEW. (This speaker advances to the table, wraps the bottle in a paper representing a ballot and holds the package in his liand at the beginning of his recitation, but soon unwraps it and re- places the bottle upon the table, while holding the ballot up repeatedly before the audience.) I show you a bottle of licensed whisky in the foul embraces of its creator, a license party ballot — just such a ballot as the foregoing speakers sweetly unite in voting. It is the most wonderful ballot that ever consented when sinners enticed. It is the sheet-music of coiled vipei-s hissing, i tiirtloil (lawns, ,H. For forty HtuveH of oak ?. Ingersoll, ind holds it in ipon the table, isky that ever les of lust and of wheat and In it you will as cold as an ^ows icy, and ng cry of the ,'• "babbling," shall behold rverse things." emons shriok- aned children nk it deep and mselves about ' at the last it r." For forty oak, harmless I may "put an " and yet I call uckley, D.D. he bottle in a re in his liand •aps it and re- the ballot up foul embraces a ballot as the )nsented when vipers hissing, Platform Picahls. 47 " Vote for splendid sin. and thou shalt 7iot surely die ! " It is the mingled houIm of .Iiidas aixl Ananias, of I'ilate and the strange woman. It is the insori|)ti()n from tlie |M)rtals of the temple of mercenary i)oliticH : "Abandon ctinscienee, all ye who enter here ! " In this ballot you will And the gloom of midnight, full of all nameless horrors, and the glare of the pit, revealing the tempted and fallen. Vote it straight, and you multiply this lx)ttle by millions all over our land. Whatever ills that bottle holds, this wicked ballot imseals and pours in wrath over happy homes and prosperous hamlets, withering them as by a blast from the pit. Vote it steadily against conscience and prayers, and you breed rings here, and mobs there, and Tammanys elsewhere ; and when the cover is lifted anywliere, you find scrolls bearing the names of deacons, and vestrymen, and stewards, and teach- ers, all calling for the oi>en bottle in new neighborhoods. For 30 years this license-party ballot has been electing "its perennial but nameless candidate, the saloon." For thirty years it has transformed our election day from a holy day of imtrioiism into a saturnalia of crime, a wild orgy of debauch- ery For 30 years the rustle of these ballots into our CJovern- ment has kept time with the rustle of departing angel-wii xa of purity, honor, patriotism, piety, and home-life from our land. Take this ballot witli all its foul record. Vote it, in spite of everything. Cling to it on your death-bed ; carry it in your bony clutch to your God. Justify it there, if you dare ! Plead your puny party policies ; whimper that you did not intend the known inevitable result of your wicked deeds, if you can — but do not insult a sham-hating CJod by aaying, "I thought that ballot right." — A. R. Heath. 35. EXACTIiY OF A 8IXB. Have you seen a sort of puzzle, Tliey are giving at the store? Two little cardboard pieces Three inches long, or more ; So shaped with curves and angles, Almost any one would swear Thpl this ticket here is larger Than its fellow over there ; But 'tis simply an illusion 48 Platfohm Pea III j4. i li .! & That (l('c<'iv«'H llu> Im'hI of cyt-H, You put 'oni Ixitli togctlior They're exactly of a size. You have Keen the two old jmrtieH, There iH not a doubt of that ; Till' woolly -eyearties build their platforniH Of old worm-eaten planks, Expressing, quite ambiguously, Anathemas and thanks On ill-assorted entities PYom silver down to sin, All worded most adroitly To dra^\ the voters in ; There seema to be some difference, But if you're sharp and wise, You put 'em both together. They're exactly of a size. And then, how soon there follow Tlie candidates of each. To fill the streets with torchlights. The atmosphere with speech, To tickle all the rabble With their antiquated stravs, And crack old mildewed chestnuts 'Mid the wildest of applause ; You think they differentiate Between their party ties. But put 'em both together, Tliey're exactly of a size. That ve«i ship. Caugl State, and t drinking) o fierce winds freighted w Many anch( the good si plars, Daui Inns, Readii in ordinary are too she enough. No I witl better is nei and the lo "Praying > fervent pra holds 1 " sa; God's powe faith and v "all things will in my season ye si is not in va ance Union ing for the nj A Pl.ATroIlM PRARI.H. Ih not tliiH the grt>at«wt piiKzIe, Yes, thu nioHt witniiic, K<^nic, That thiiigR can look ho difToront, And yet Ix' jiirt th»< Hiinu'? That CliristianH arp wn lM infamoUH tratlU;. With that anilior, and thiH calilc. tlio Hhip will HUind t\w Htorm ; ujion her Htrong Hidt'H the <'li'- mentH will cxIuiUHt their rago in vain. •• We will not fear, tho th«' «arth Iw removed, and the mountainH Im- carried into the inidHt of the Hwi ; tho the waterH tliereof roar and l)e troubled, tho the mountainH nhako with the Hwelling thereof. Tho Ix>rd of hontn in with U8 ; the (Jod of Jacob is our refuge." The Hun Hhall burnt forth in U'auty and glory over tho dark abyHH; the giKnl Hhip, " PeriM'tual Prohibition," Hpreading all Bail, fihall Htand up the harlK>r of victory and ciwt her "head lineH" over the pier-head of Natioiuil Etiutnvipaiiim from the slavery of the rum-i>ower. —Rev, Win. 11. Boole, D.D. 37. FAITH AND LIBEIITV WITH I.OC'KKD IIAlNDiX.* The Statue of Liberty at the New York gates of the tx-ean and the Statue of Faith on the TMyniouth shore are sisters. I never pass through New York lIurlK)r or visit Plymouth Rm-k without seeming to hear the two Htatues converse with each other. The Statue of I^iberty I always overhear repeating Webster's aspiration : " Liberty and luiion, now and forever, one and inseiMirable 1 " And the Statue of Faith replies : " Lib- erty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable; but these are possible only to a iHH)ple whose God is the Lord." And to-day I hear both Liberty and Faith uttering in unison the words of Neal Dow, with which we all agree and which, Ood grant, the future may endorse: "We forbid the banns between rum, religion, atid jwlftics. But, in the name of CJod and humanity, we proclaim a union, holy and indissoluble, of affection as well as of interest, between temperance, religion, and politics, of every party and every sect." Ri III Ti Ai Fi W Ti Tl W A Si Di A W * Kfv. Joseph Cook's oration on Ncal Dow closed with this paB»«K<; and original [Kicm written hy Mr. Cook at Prohibition Park as the bulls of University Temple were ringing for morning service. A Ir N Ci J( A Tl A A A T Ii N H Waal, 'Squi Rippin" off J An' the eric An' goes da Yer a pilin' 1 Pl.ATroiiM Peahi.m. M r in this cru- ij'«'r, l(M)k for ig faith, ciin- tlu> ilreadfiil Htrciigtli iif llt> MllcMJllH of tiial pr<)liil)i- 1(1 lliiH cal)!)', lidt'H tlic «'li'- lill not fear, lairifil into roar and Ik" ling thereof, otir rofuge." ■er tho dark prcading all t her "head 'on fritm the uole, D.D. a IIAINDH.* :)f the ocean re HiaterH. I mouth R IHh Name, Who givcH to every Htar itH (lame." " My torch illumincH land and wea ; I lead the Hphere," Haith Iiil)erty. "Who lights your torch ? " fair Faith replicH. " Your hand with mine lift to the Hkies. All torchen lit from nether lire In God'H deep breathing numt expire, No torch not liglited at tho Htars Can rule on land or ocean bars. Join hands with me, tall Lilwrty, And HO shall we Ikj one and free," The sisters join their fateful hands Alxive the seas and severed lands. And woo the world to unity ; And (Jod fills all the canoi)y : The blue (lames lit from nether fire In Liljcrty's wild torch expire. No winds can luench, no darkness mars, Her torch when lighted at the stars. — Rev. Joseph Cook. ' 38. A NERinON IN A 8AW-iniIiL. Waal, 'Squire, I see yer runnin' of yer saw-mill right along, Rippin" otr yer slabs an' scantlin' to the same old pleasin' song ; An' the crick still keeps a rushin' on the noisy water-wheel. An' goes dancin' down the tail-race to a new Virginny reel. Yer a pilin' up yer lumber, an' yer sawdust, too, I see ; 1 sa Platform Pkarlh. !!'■ But the buzzin' of the saw-mill is the ruin of the tree. An' I'm goin' to preach a sermon while yer greasin' up tho cogs, For ter keep the saw a runnin' thro' yer old saw logs. I have heerd yer say, frien' Will'am, that this cruel liquor trade Is a necessary business, an' it never can be stayed ; But I'm here ter tell yer, Will'am, that no matter what yer think, The vile business can not flourish 'ceptin' some one buys the drink. An' as sartin' as you've got ter have some logs ter run yer mill, Jes' so sartin' must these liquor men have boys ter fill the till. An' we bring the human timber, an' they saw it up, yer see, Until by an' by we're minus both the timber and the tree ! O, ther' is a sort o' hummin' which I know yer loves to hear, When the slabs are fallin' that way an' the laths a pilin' here. When the lumber's movin' out'ard an' the cash's a comin' in. An' when everything's a prosperin' an' times is good ae'in. Ah 1 but when the dives be hummin' an' the v.'heels of sin go round, Ther's a splendid lot of fellows that I know are being ground. You're a slashin' down the forest, but] they're sl'ishin' down our joys. An' the rushin' of the business is the ruin of the loys. O that buzzin' saw o' ruin keejw a thrummin' right Along. It's a tearin' tlu-o' the helpless an' it's tearin' thro' the strong. An' the sawdust that is fallin' is the tears an' blood an' woe, Droppin', drippin' in tlie waters that's a surgin' down below. But the mill-wheels still keep thrummin', .-in' the slabs are flyin' free, An' the dust of blood has fallen till it's sprinkled you an' me, .\n' our boys are droppin' deathward like yer forests on the hills, ' But we stiU keep up the timber for the runnin' o' the mills. You can saw yer logs, frien' Will'am, so that when the work is done They are worth far more in money than afore the work begun. But for every gash these liquor fellows make upon our boys, There's a blood-red gash o' ruin tlu*o' our own domestic joys. An' we're all a stan'in' back of 'em, an' helpin' 'em along, An' a votin' For I tell ye When he rej Yes, the par An' the law An' this pee Takes the Then all tht An' the hon But I tell yc Is because t 39. AN 1 The reco the admissi dramshop ii si nates busi timidate op effects. Th the liquor I knew it to squarely on a show of docio ; and saasination, amendmen liquor." >/ 4' The firs is to free tl So long as and wax d vote be ne^ be expectei the int«res most in hif * From an M. ee. up tht> cogs, liquor trade sr what yer le buys the un yer mill, fill the till. ', yer see, le tree ! !8 to hear, pilin' here, comin' in, 1 ae'in. Is of sin go ing ground, ishin' down ys. i along, he strong, an' woe, vn below, lie slabs are 5U an' me, rests on the he mills, the work is vork begun. >ur boys, estic joys, along. Platform Pearls. .W An' a votin" liquor ballots to perpetuate the wrong. For I tell yer it's the voter that manipulates the saw. When he regulates the business with his tsix or license law. Yes, the party wins by voters, an' the winners make the law. An' the law is the niatliuiery that agitates the saw. An' this peerless Christian nation, with a heart as'hard as steel, Takes the dealers' cash an' turns the rushin' water on the wheel. Then all the mills go buzzin', and the tears begin to flow. An' the homes be,?in ter crumble, an' the land is full of woe. But I tell you all the sufferin' an' sorrow that we feel, Is because the Christian voter stands himself beside the wheel, — Rev. D. R. Miller. 39. AN INIUCTinENT THAT STIE.I. HOIiDS COOD.* The record of the liquor business, the creed of the brewers, the admissions of their advocates, show conclusively that the dramshop is a bulldozer, a rebel, a defiant outlaw, which assas- sinates business, character, or life, as it may deem best, to in- timidate opposition and prevent investigation of its record and effects. These cowards are universal bulldozers. I never knew the liquor business to do a manly thing in the world. I never knew it to make a manly fight. I never knew it to stand squarely on an issue. Its whole defense is a show of defiance, a show of bravado, a show of bulldozing, a show of bragga- docio ; and when these fail the defense is private, cowardly as- sassination. What is the first argument brought against the amendment in this State? "You cannot prohibit the sale of liquor." What does that mean ? Rebellion. '^ — John B, Finch, 40. THE FIRST DUTY OF CITIZENS. The first duty of citizens m reference to the liquor trafliic is to free the country from tlfe political control of the saloon. So long as the saloon is in power intemperance will run riot, and wax daily more defiant and more destructive. Let your vote be never given to put a liquor dealer in office ; it is not to be expected that he will forget, in the service of his country, the interests of his own traffic ; these will naturally be upper- most in his own mind. Discard the saloon candidate ; he who * From an addrege at Moore'g Opera House, Des Moines, Iowa, April 83, 1882. 54 Platform Pearls. will owe his elt'clion to tlie saloon-keej)er will retain kind remembrance of his benefactor, and serve him aa occasion may offer. Keep out of ofTice the timid man who will fear to do what he believes to be right lest he ■ lend the saloon-keeper. To brave men only, to men of principle and conscience, can we safely entru.st the reins of government. The first and n'.ost necessary step towards reform is to reduce beer and wliisky men and their friends to private life, to wiest completely from their hands the helm of government. — Archbishop John Ireland, 41. OirR BENEFICKNT LIOENSE LAWS. I took my seat in church one day to hear God's law vx- iwunded, Tlie i>a8tor chose the eighth command, which says, "Thou shalt not steal." He closed the Book, drew in liis breath, and on the pulpit pounded, And said, " My hearers, I propose that statute to repeal. " For it is plain the eighth command for us was not intended, The people now will not endure prohibitory laws ; So it must be repealed outright, or very much amended ; At least there ought to be attached a heavy license clause. " Now I have been your pastor for ten long years or more, I have watched you very closely (unflagging is my zeal); And four I found there were that lied, and six that often swore, But, worst of all, it now appears that ten of you will steal I "What shall we do to stop this drain upon the congregation? My pay is back a year or two, the church debt's never paid ; Suppose we license one of these (who haa the reputation Of being quite respectable while working at his trade). "And let him steal from all who fall within his lawful clutches. Provided ten per cent, of what he steals from you is given To help the church of God along and save pooo sinful wretches. By showing them the naiTow way that leads i^'.-ect to Heaven. " This will reduce the thieves to one. The idea it is pleaaing I _i Platform Pearls. M retain kind ccasion may IT to do wliat -keeper. To nee, can we St and n:oBt and wliisky pletely from n Ireland. ad's law ex- ays, "Tlioii n the pulpit ) repeal, ot intended, nded ; Be clause. T more, ly zeal); that often will steal I ngregation ? never paid ; ation rade). his lawful u is given ul wretches. Is t?';ect to is pleaaing i The other nine will Ikj reclaimed, your projierty protected ; The church finances much improved by this cute plan of leas- ing. While all the morals of the chiu-ch will quickly be perfected." You stop your ears and cry aloud in righteous indignation, To think that man shouUl interfere and trample on God's law ; And substitute, in place thereof, one of his own creation. As though the Lord had made mistake and placed therein a flaw! But if it is a righteous thing to license whisky selling, In order to restrict the same and lessen our taxation. Then show me, if you can, the wrong this pastor did in telling His church to license one to steal, to help the congregation ! And if the truth shall ever dawn, upon this rum-cursed nation. That license laws do not restrict the sale of liquors strong ; But only serve to block the way to full annihilation, Then tell me if you think it pays to compromise with wrong ! — Rufua C, Landon, 43. THE FORCES OF BATTLE. Against any great evil in a community the forces are drawn up in this order. Immediately confronting the evil, on the very battle's edge, is a comparatively small company of men whose consciences are perfectly clear. With them all doubt and debate are at an fnd. They have but one cry, so intense and relentless that it falls on duller consciences like a storm of hail. Sin ! sin ! sin ! War to the knife and no quarter. These are the radicals, the fanatics, the cranks, the fools, God's fools, who "turn the world upside down," Back of these is the great host of the eminently respectables, good souls, well meaning men with half-informed consciences, timid, conservative, inclined to calmness and particularly given to hard sense. Among them originate all the compromises, the make-shifts, the substitutes, the half measures. They love to pass resolutions, and if they get as far as " ringing resolutions " they seem to tliink that the walls of Jericho have forgotten their ancient manners if they do not instantly fall flat. Back of this half -con verted host stretches the great mass of the indif- ferent, shading off into the blackness of darkness and the 56 Pl,ATFlRM PRARIi8. 11 III Bhadow of death. This is the order of biittle. Now comes the process. The conscience, that Httle band of radicals and cranks down at the front, keeps v.p an incessant racket. They rest not, day nor night. They run to and fro discussing, declaring, hurling fire-brands of incendiary literature right and left. They hold forlorn little meetings in most unheard-of places, but nuan- age to so stir things up that their little place becoines suddenly interesting, as a house afire. Tliey define, explain, teach, exhort. They drag us poor, limp ministers out of our "splen- dioly null " pulpits, and when weget down into their inflamma- ble atmosphere, befc-" we know it we have used " injudicious language." And when a minister reaches that point his course is rapidly do'.vnward. He is soon shouting and waving a torch with the worst of them. He is at last among the prophets. So by degrees the conservatives are won over and catch the divine madness until conscience has an irresistible hosl under com- mand. It moves steadily on to the occupation of the conquered territory, and then follow the more peaceful tasks of clarifying conviction, establishing customs and framing righteous, efficient laws. What the Abolitionist was to slavery, that the Prohi- bitionist is to strong drink — a sleepless, remorseless conscience with a naked sword in hand, smiting in the name of Ood. —Bev. Dr. J. H. Ecob. 43. THE REFORmiEK.* All grim and soiled and brown with tan, I saw a Strong One, in his wrath. Smiting the godless shrines of man Along his path. The Church, beneath her trembling dome, Essayed in vain her ghostly charm : Wealth shook within his gilded home With strange alarm. Fraud from his secret chambers fled Before the ! lie sentime the commi channel fo is a matte spectable c set you fre and the mi iiig man ir of liis reasi commonw If his indi' aggi'ession bound to r ject to the ual. If th Platfokm Pkaklb. fiQ Whittier, i powor of at the root te, twining t did climb was beauti- every side, o as to ob- r grew the s ; it made luge nature nen "why" recently. My beautiful elm is a dead stalk, with the vine em- bedded in its body, itself spiral now, conformed to the con- stricting cord of the beautiful thug. So the Christian Repub- lic—guileless, devoted trellis of the liquor traffic for so many yeais— stands all deformed and corkscrew-shaped to-day, in the deadly spiral of commercial and political whisky rings ; but alive, thank God ! and still powerful, for her good right hand, tho atrophied by long disuse, is free. The Church is its palm ; the Women's Christian Temperance Union, the Young People's Societies of Christian Endeavor, the Salvation Army, and the Society for the Prevention of Crime are the fingers, and the Proliibition Party the thumb. I see it reaching out for " the sword of the Lord and of Gideon." I see it closing on the hilt. I see the blade poised aloft, all gleaming. I read upon it, "Gideon,'- "Washington," "Grant." O strike, Ex- caUbm- ! Cleave to the marrow the murderous parasite, and set this nation free ! It is not the union of Church and State I advocate, but union of the Church to save the State, — John O, Woolley. 46. RKSPONSIBIlblTY OF INDIVIDVAIi VOTERS. In every reform from intemperance, from vice, from crime, each individual citizen is responsible to the degi-ee of influence which he has, and if he does not exert it he is responsible for a neglect of duty, a binding duty. He is bound to create a pub- lic sentiment that shall work for virtue. He is bound to drain the commimity of all those evils that run together and form a channel for vice and crime. It is not a matter of election ; it is a matter of obligation, and because there are the most re- spectable classes in the community that don't do it, it doesn't set you free. Because the man of riches and the man of power and the man of standing in society don't do it, the poorest labor- ing man in the community if he does not, under the direction of his reason and conscience, labor for the purification of the commonwealth, he is responsible to God. He is bound to do it. If his individuality on the one side has shielded him against aggi'ession, it brings with it also certain obligations, and he is bound to meet them. All parties hold their members only sub- ject to the corrected judgment and moral sense of the individ- ual. If they go with their party on the general ground that it so Platform Pkaklh. is going light aiid in doing right, an far as tho limitation of hu- man ignorance and human jiower are concerned traveling in the right direction, although with many imperfect steps and many imperfect elements, he may justly ^.o on with it ; but it he is committed, as were the parties of slavery, to so atroci.Mis a wrong as tliat which violated the fundamental rights of the whole human family, a man is bound to fight the party, in it and out of it ; in it by correction, out of it by protest and oppo- sition. And merely because he can say " The party did it, I did not," he is not relieved of responsibility. Inasmuch as you knew what was right and did not do it. so much you are in- volved in the guilt ; and there was a great deal of guilt. The church itself was involved in the same — dumb pulpits, uncir- culated Bibles, a corrupt and vicious public sentiment. — Henry Ward Beecher. Well, tv "All I 46. TWISTING AND TURNING. It wafl only a sign on a countrymen's shop, Standing out in bold lettert uneven and queer, But I read and reread, as I came to a stop, "All kinds of twisting and tiUTiing done here." Now this man of the shop was a turner by trade, And his ladles and butter-bowls sold far and uear. But his sign's in demand farther yet, I'm afraid, "All kinds of twisting and turning done here." There is that big convention that planes off its planks To please both church members and brewers of beer, In order to hold every sort iu its ranks, "All kinds of twisting and turning done here." There's the State Legislature, and Ck>ngi-e8B no le^s, With higher officials in places so dear. They are just covered up with this flag of distress, "All kinds of twisting and turning done here." There are even Church papers, and ministers, too. Who try on two horses to ride and to steer ; 'Twixt gospel and license they've all they can do, "All kinds of twisting and turning done here." I see some are twisting and turning to-night. Because of God's message, so loud and so clear ; Platkohm Feahlh. 61 tatioa of hu- travoling in ct Rteps and ith it ; but ii BO atrooi>Mi8 rights of the I party, in it flt and oppo- u-ty did it, I much as you 1 you are in- guilt. The ilpits, uncir- ent. i Beecher. er, le, near, i, planks of beer, le^, ess, )j oo, lo, ar; Well, twist from old parties, and turn to the right I "All kinds of twisting and turning done here." —Rev. P. J. Bull. 41. VOTINO VH. RE80LVIN4;. King Alcohol's vanquished ; The Church has decreed it ; Tlien let us rejoice Ar.^ be glad when we read it. They've resolved and whereas'd That the traffic must go, In language so plain Tliat a fool ought to know. " It can not be licensed," They say, " without sin "; Why, friendly old chestnut. Come, where have you been ; And " where were you at " In the conflict last fall? I really don't think That you voted at all. If you did, did you vote As you've just resoluted? Now figures won't lie If rightly computed. Say, what was the number Of votes you recorded Against tliis great monster. So remorseless and sordid ? I've seen an old scarecrow Standing out in the field ; It became so familiar That no power it could wield To frighten the birds That ca,me every morn. And from under its nose Took the farmer's good com. But the farmer came out. You could see he was " hot," And with an old gun 1'L.ATirUHM I'KAULti. Filled the l)ir(lH full of hIidI. The birds then decided To have nothing to do With the huHiness-like end Of tluvt living Hcurecrow. Yotir resolvcH are the HcariKTow, The old parties the birdH ; TIh but little tliey care For your empty, wise wordH. They feel very certain You will do nothing niHh, But will vote at the crack Of the old party lash. And you are the farmer, The hand is the gun ; The ballot's the shot That will " make things hum." A vote will weigli more When cast for the right, Than all the resoh as You could make in a night. — J W Eowe. 48. SIX BOYS. We all went to school together in the old brick academy in a country town, years ago. We grew up, separated, went our different life roads. But I have been meeting my old schoolmates lately, and it is strange how the whisky curse has divided the six. I stood not long ago on the platform of the chapel in a peni- tentiary to talk to the prisoners. On the front bench, in spite of his stripes, his close-cut hair, his prison pallor, I recognized one of the six. We used to occupy the same desk at school. He was a prisoner for life, and was drunk when the murder was committed. Picking up the paper one morning I noticed that a tramp had been pushed from a train on one of our railroads, had fallen under the wheels, his right arm crushed, and that the surgeon at the hospital had amputated it at the shoulder. Recognizing the name I went down to the hospital and found in one of the Hchoolmate. I tried to t ten. I telegri on to the city, a good suit of you live you ( nut want for i He stayed to-day a misei drifting towai There was school, sunshi t4) be a wild, i he had reforn I heard hii to him. I said : " i " No," he I A few moi Again I n worker. I said inn Ala8 1 No My friend He Iui4 some and mother. train. He wi said : "Are j Belf somecimt me. Suppos( Hoid my frie: stuff again." The man whisky in thi under his not The old de he swallowec It was Ilk At the ni I'LATruHM I'KAIll^. IVt V Rowe. icademy in )ails. tely, and it 1 in a peni- :h, in spite rwognized ; school, she murder it a tramp Iroads, had d that the i shoulder, and found In onu uf the wardH a mlBerablc one-armed tramp — my old schoolmate. I tritnl to talk to him, to pray with hini ; he would not liw- ten. I telegraphed hin brother, a well-to-do fanner. He came on to the city, t(x>k the ixx)r fellow home with him, Rave him a good suit of clotheH and said to him : " Brother, an Umg a^^ you live you c4in have a good home here with me. You shall not want for anything, but you must not go to the city." He Btayeii-k(>c|M>r Hcnt liiin t<> a liotol. II<> w«« pill in a Hwoiul-Htory coriior rcKmi luul Horvod with nil tlu< wliJHky lio wiiiiti'd, for lio Htill had boiuo money. O u' day the delirium devilH oiiiuuMl him to the window, out of the window headlong down on tlio Hharp palinKH. Tliey found him there, hruiHed, bleeding— d»'ad. M'ithin eight milen of home ! At the next station liis old father hatl waited every day for hia l)oy. He sold : " He will come to-morrow." And to-morrow came at la^tt, and a rough wooden box was pushed out on the platform, Tlie father hhw his son's name on it. He had the box opened, and he found all that remained of liis only son. So three of ray old schoolmates went the downward way of death. One in the penitentiary for life ; cause, whisky. One a wanderer on the face of the earth ; cause, whisky. One gone to a drunkard's eternity ; cause, wliisky. Now for the brighter side. Not long ago I looked down from the gallery of the House of Representatives upon a session of Congress. At hia desk I noticed a man whose name is known all over the Union. The breath of suspicion has never touched him. He is without fear, without reproach —an active Christian worker. Another one of my schoolmate. One Sabbath morning I entered a church in a little Virginia town, and had the pleasure of hearing another one of my old schoolmates preach. The sixth one of the boys is myself, a sinner saved by grace, living in the sunshine, trying to make the world brighter, hap- pier, better. Here are the other three : One an honored Congressman ; cause, cold water. One a minister of the Gospel ; cause, cold water. One A Worker for the Right. — A. W. Hawks. Peti 11 Milt A I'et ft Wli N Cal I Ser \ liOl I Cot t Stfl \V1 Wl 1 No ( W Nc 1 Be So I Sli by doltrinni Horvcd with lont'y. O w ', out of the I. ery day for len box was ad the box son. vard way of , whisky. '7- f the House wn all over re Christian tie Virginia B of my old id by grace, ighter, hap- r. FEE RlOHT. , Hawks. Pl.ATFOBM I'KARI^. m 40. " I'KKD mv NIIKKIV Pater tho fiHlicriiiiki) loilH nil iiiKlit, He and liiw follows toil in viiin ; Dut lo! H word in tlio niorninK HkIiI, And at loaded net« they tup; and Htrain. iN'ter tin- flHlicrinan rr'wn aloud, " It iH thi' l^ird ! " and HjirinnH to the Hlioie ; What am IiIh nt'tn and tlii> lliiny f-rovvd ? Naught rcckH he of thf plentiful Htore. Calmly the Ixird prepareH the fea«t ; Down on the shore they hreiik the breail ; Hervetl by hands from the itomh released, Never sueh viands as these outspread. Eager Peter, his heart t)n lire With a miiij^led tumult of love and shame, Longs to utter his strong desire. Longs to honor the blesswl Name. C;ould he but do some wonderful deed. Give his life as an offering free, Ktand once more in an hour of need ! Questions the Master, " Lovest thou meV" What shall he do? The Master's word. That could awe to quiet the stormy deej) When all its passionate waves were stirred, Answ.iH him (piietly, " Feed my sheep." Nothing great for I'eter to do ; Only to follow, by night and day. Where pitfalls are many and shepherds few, Seeking the sheep that go astray. Not with the ninety and nine to rest, But to walk alone in desert ways. Bearing the wounded, the weak, on his breast, With none to aid him, with none to praise. So, O Lord, from Galilee's shore, C!omes thy word as it came of old : Show us how we may serve thee more. Loving and seeking the lost from thy fold. — B. E. S., in " Golden Rule." Platform Pearls. SO. WHAT J. m. B. THINKS. Methodis' women air not very bad, Their virtues he'd not for one moment despise, Tlie blessin's the church in the past's frum them hed Reely brings the tears to his eyes ; But J. M. B., (Conservative, he Sez we can't go to Gineral C. I s'pose that settles it ; orter, indeed, Purvided assertion is better'n proof ; If only each vot«r to lum would give heed This troublesome question would soon keep aloof ; ForJ. M. B., Conservative, he Sez we musn't go to Ginoral C. Why ? Thet's a sticker ; as near's I can tell Because we've dun so well in the past ; It's true thet logic don't seem to fit well, But thet's our fault, not his'n at the last ; For J. M. B., Conservative, he Sez it's as plain as A, B, C. The church hes heaped blessin's all over our ways ; We've bin let speak in meetin', and raise money, too ; We've c'lected the salary on warm and cold days. Washed dishes at socials and cushioned the pews ; And J. M. B., Conservative, he Sez, if we ain't satisfied now, wen will we be ? It's true we've done all them things well. An' they'd sort uv miss us ef we should step out ; But then, you nf ver kin reely tell In any new movement, what may come about ; And J. M. B., Conservative, he Sez, it' r '. dangerous experiment for we I My I how thet frightens us ! S'posin' it's true, Jist s'posin' we git on the conference floor An' all our sweet graces jist melt like the dew, Till we Thinks Better no An' wo No matte An' we Sez the It's true A hear An' the ( Uv he' Seztb It's true It doei Thet we Andr Sez tl We've 6 Thet "Breth There SezG It's tru 'Boui Till yoi Tbet Sez, Platkorm Pearls. 67 1 lied oof; 7b; ey.too; ■8, IW8 ; ut ; Till we git cuttin' up, like our brethren before ! For J. M. B , ConBcrvative, ho Thinks thet's the use of Gineral C. Better not resk it ; fur better stay hum An' work fur the church in the orthodox way ; No matter ef 't does seem a trifle humdrum An' wen things go wrong, we would like our say ; Mind, J. M. B., Conservative, he Sez thet there is an awful idee ! It's true thet we sorter remember, you know, A hearin" thet kind uv logic before, ^ . ,, An' the church, sumhow, seems tohev weathered the blow Uv hevin' lay delegates onto its floor. But J. M. B., Conservative, he * Sez thet there argyment don't hit we. It's true, wen you give your mind to the thing, It does seem a trifle onreasonable, too, Thet we'll git to be bishops, all in one spring, And remand man ministers back to the pew ; But J. M. B., Conservative, he Sez thet ther's the very idee. We've sorter suspicioned all through the years, ^^ Thet the question wus much like the " Heathen Chmee ; " Brethren, gird on your armor, give wings to your fears ; There only air places enough for we !" AndJ. M. B., Conservative, he Sez God meant men to boss the Gineral C. It's true there has been a lot other talk, 'Bout Mary an' Martha, an' 'bout Phoebe, too; Till you really would think, ef you dared to take stoci, Thet we might be trusted outside uv the pew ; But J. M. B., Consprvafive, he ^^ Sez, "they didn't ^now everything down in Judee. «8 Platform Pearls. Wall ! we must settle it, trustin' the Lord ; Somehow, we've not lost faith in His might Who ruleth men's hearts, and by whose spoken word, All darkness shall yet give place to the light. Yes. .T. M. B., Conservative, he May find God rules, — even Gineral C. — Katharine Lente Stevenson. 51. DREAmiNfti AND WAKING. Beside the road I dreamed of Heaven ; I heard its far-off fountains play ; I heard the song of souls forgiven, Like birds that chant the birth of day. I dreamed I saw an angel come Down from those heights to lead me home. His eyes were kind; liis robes dropped dew And fragrance of that unknown land. He spoke, but in no tongue I knew — No language I could understand : And with a glance of pitying pain He turned him back to Heaven again. A pilgrim passed. "And didst thou hear," I asked him, " what the angel said? " Whispered the traveler in my ear. Ere onward int» light he sped, " I heard the angel sigh, ' Not yet ; This soul knows not love's alphabet.' " Oh, comrade mine, thou dreamest in vain Of Heaven, if here ihou hast not found. In soothing human grief and pain, Tliat earth itself is holy ground. Unpractised in love's idioms now, A foreigner to Heaven art thou. "Cold wouldst thou walk, and blind, and dumb, Among those flaming hosts above, A homesick alien ; for the sum Of all their thoughts and deeds is love. And they who leave not self behind. No Heaven in Heaven itself can find. "Rej( Ali Go, r( Go Of Ch Thyli Hook Of] I saw Not Could Such Hew Asl Thror Ab S\eei I hea: "COE An MyK I si Thes« Tliyi The Pro or evanesc( stood the si sentation, s p; owth. I rocket to fi ground, ke wa ', Th( exhibits is a political ; individual, to a politic will steal. Platkorm Pearls. m evenaon. 10, " Rejoice that with the sons of men A little while thou lingerest yet. Gk), read thy Book of Life again ; Go back and learn Love's alphabet Of Christ the Master. He will teach Thy lips to shape the heavenly speech." I looked within ; a dreary scroll Of loveless, dull, self-binded days, I saw my humbled Past unroll. Not even my fellow-pilgrim's gaze Could I uplift my eyes to meet, Such glory played around his feet ! He went his way. I turned again. Ashamed and weeping, to the road Thronged by the suffering sons of men, A beckoning Face among them glowed, S\eeter Uian all the harps of Heaven I heard a voice : " Thou art forgiven ! " "Come follow Me, and learn of Me, And I will teach thee how to love." My Master ! now I turn to Thee ; I sigh not for a Heaven above. These human souls are angels bright ; Thy presence here is Heaven's own light ! — Lucy Larcom. 52. NOT A mUSHaOOM PARTY. The Prohibition party is not a party of mushroom growth or evanescent existence. For twenty-one years it has with- stood the storms of abuse, vilification, and malicious misrepre- sentation, and in spite of these has had a steady and substantial p; owth. It has beheld other parties rise, flash past it like a rocket to fame and disappeai- like a stick. But it has held 'ts ground, kept true to its principles, and moved faithfully oi. wa '. The power of its cohesion and the vitality which it exhibits is due to the fact that it applies to the government of a political party the same law of conscience which governs the individual. Is it wrong to steal? Then it is wrong to belong to a political party or any other combination of individuals that will steal. It is wrong for the individual to oppress the poor If 70 PLATF0I'« PKARr.S. by establishing monopolies and trusts ? Then it is wrong for liim to belong to a i>olitical pai'ty that by its legislation estab- lishes and protects oppressive monopolies and trusts. Is it wrong for the individual to run a saloon ? Then it is just Ro wrong for him to cast his ballot with a party that makes laws which legalize, protect, and perpetuate the saloon. Because of the application of conscience to politics, ihe Prohibition party becomes an indestract'ble force, until thi wrongs in govern- ment, which made its organization necessary, have been over- thrown. —J, J, Ashenhurst. as. A BA.TTI.S: RAI.I.Y. ■ Abolition had its martyrs. Men who dared to do ot die, Freely giving voice and life-blood To the slaves' despairing cry. Lovejoy, in his gory giirments, Roused the Northern sense of right ; John Brown, swinging on tlie scaifold, Nerved her legions in the fight. Prohibition has its marcvrs. Men of equal strength and truth, Who have kept its banner flying In its weaknes.s and its youth. Gambrell, Haddock, JiDffett, fallen ! But their blood for vtin}.';eance cries 'Gainst the gory-taloned dragon That all righteousness defies. Shall we ever wait or falter Wliile the cause for action lives ; While the martyr meekly dying, Life to Prohibition gives ? No I the cause of Grod is with us And liis truth shall -^'in the day ; Hear we mutterings in the present Of the future's fearful fray. — George A. Finli. A very T« On a k They bea With I Then a s It mue But I vo If by I Thensac Sadly WiLh th Went He start Till le Of robb( With As the ^ Heca "You'v And! " Yes, ] Cried " You 8 He w " Oh, n "Itb Come li Hew And all Shon And th Why Then tl And "I'vel If I'c "Thesi That Platform Peabls. 71 wrong for tion estab- ists. Is it t ia just Co lakes laws Because of ition party in govem- been over- enhurst. I. Fish. 54. THE SAItlE OLD SWING. A very wise man once fell among thieves, On a lone, dark way as he rode to town ; They beat him and robbed him and sent him adrift, With nothing left save his steed and gown. Then a stranger rode near,— " Sweet friend, dear friend ! It must give you a pain to be treated so : But I vow you a straight, smooth ride to town, If by my way you'll consent to go." Then sadly the very wise man turned round — Sadly because he'd been treated thus — Viiih thankfulness for this kindness done, Went the other road with the smooth-tongued cuss. He started, that is, but he hadn't gone far Till led by his guide to a second roost Of robbers, who took his horse away. With a kick for the wise man by way of boost. As the wise man weakly tottered oflf He called to his guide in tearful whang : "You've broken the promises made to me, And I'm going to town with the other gang 1 " "Yes, poor, dear friend, come back to us ! " Cried a voice from the dense, tree-shaded track. " You shouldn't have trusted that smooth-tongued cuss ! " He went —and they took the coat from his back ! " Oh, my, that's rough I " sobbed Number Two ; " It breaks our hearts to see this sin ! Come here, and we'll clothe and give you wealth I " He went — and the rascals grabbed his skin. And all this time the straight highway Shone smooth and right and broad and safe. And the watchmen called, "This road is plain ! Why tread dark, devious paths, weak waif V " Then the very wise man smiled a raw, sad smile, And shook his gory, dismantled head : " I've been going these ways to town so long. If I'd think of a change I'd fall down dead ! " These two great parties assure me now That by one of these roads I shall reach the town ; f 79 Platform Pearls. And each hafl promised to give me back My wealth and my horse and my hide and gown. 'Tis true that their ways are twisted and dark, And they've lied to me every time —strange men ! But they say they love me so tenderly, And I think I'll just try the old way again," 80 the wise man once more turned away From the honest lights and the highway straight ; And again we'll hear his shrieks of pain As he meets his usual, well-known fate. They will boil him down for his tallow and bones, And chuckle again to view his pains. But where, in his whole anatomy, Will they find the things he calls his brains ! — Edna C. Jackson. 55. QITGER, ISN'T ITf * Lo, a Northern forest burns, And the startled nation turns, Views with wonder and with fear Desolation far and near ; Sees the homeless people flee, Counts the loss of property. Shudders at the ruin rife, Sad bewails the loss of life. Then toward the stricken land Stretches prompt and helpful hand. There's a wilder, hotter fire. Sweeping farther, leaping higher, Round the nation, thi-ough the land, Each saloon a burning brand. Loss of life there is, and home ; Women, children, hoj^eless roam ; Lo ! there follow in the glare. Ruin, madness, grim despair. She may count, if loss she seek, Twenty millions every week ! * Tlic saloon bums up $83,000,000 of our national resources every wcck- and yet we are excited over a few forest fires.— EdUoHal note in The V(Ace. There waf ing new, bee And the mar the bars dov 8trp}'«d over struck him anything as i somewhat v " sun went d road compan calves, the c( in such cases from the tria "I am go "How?" " I am go out of town. "Why!" would you?' "Yes,"b run rough-sl And the ( intended to 1 time came a Woman's CI ter go down not bum it would. " "V anyway." f enough, the ting a portio reached him to bring mal a match. "What a own. Platfoum Pkarlh. 73 But the nation only siglia, Folds her hands and shuts her eyes ! — Hattie Horner Louthan. men ! ight ; es, Juck8on. every week- ie Voice. 56. THE DEACON'S ]tIATCH. There was a man out West who owned a calf. That is noth- ing new, because I knew a man out there that owned two. And the man liad a ten-year-old boy, and the boy carelessly let the bars down and let the calf out of the lot. And the calf strp}'«d over the railroad track, and an engine came along and struck him and doubled him all up, and it was not worth anything as a calf after that ; but the owner of that calf was somewhat vexod. He was not very particular whether the " sun went down on his wrath" or not, and he sued the rail- road company, and after lawing away the price of a himdred calves, the company beat him — as the company usually does in such cases — and the man got madder ; and coming home , from the trial he said to the church deacon : " I am going to get even with that railroad company.'^' " How ? " asked the deacon. " I am going to bum that bridge crossing the chasm just out of town." "Why!" said the deacon, "you would never do that,' would you?" " Yes," he said, " I don't propose to let any rich corporation run rough-shod over me." And the deacon, in teUing his wife about it, said the man intended to bum the bridge that night at nine o'clock, and the time came aroxmd, and the wife, who was a member of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, said that they had bet- ter go down and see about it ; but the deacon said he would not bum it — he was just in a passion when he said he would. "Well," she said, "let us go down and see about it, anyway." So they start«d down toward the bridge, and siu-e enough, the man was there, and he had just finished satura- ting a portion of the bridge with kerosene oil, and just as they reached him he felt in his pocket and found he had forgotten to bring matches. He turned to the deacon and asked him for a match. "What are you going to do with it?" inquired the deacon. \iV !■ 74 PLATrORU Pbarls. M lill w •' IJoing to bum the bridge," Hiiid the man, " as I told you I would." "Well," said the deacon, " now I proiwse to show you the difference between a man who has made his peace with the Lord and a man of tlie world. If I loan you a match to bum the bridge," said the deacon, " I would be as guilty na you are." "Well," said the man, "there are plenty of matches, I will have them if I want them, you know ; there is no doubt about that. Why, deacon, I know where I can buy matches at dif- ferent places, right here in the village. You can't suppress the sale of matches, deacon, and I must have the match. I tell you what I will do : I will give you a dollar for a match." " Well," said the deacon, " are you going to bum the bridge anyway ? " " Why, yes," said the man, " I told you I would biUA it, and you might just as well have a little revenue as anybody ». ut of this transaction, don't you see ? Exactly so, I am going to btirn it anyway." " Well," said the deacon, " if you are going to burn it any- way, that puts an entirely different light upon the whole ques- tion." And he reached into his pocket for a match, and his wife caught him by the coat and said : " Here, husband, you would not sell the man a match to be used in burning the bridge?" And that broke the deacon all up, and he said : " Nancy, that is just the way with you Christian Temperance Union women. You are a lot of fanatics, always going to extremes in everything. It is your business to attend to household affairs and it is my business to provide for the family, and when I have an opportunity of making an honest dollar, I don't want you coming round and putting your oar in." And he hands over the match to the man, and the man passes him back a big wagon-wheel silver dollar, and the deacon shoves it away down in his pocke!;, ond tlien turns to the man and says : " Are you going to bum the bridge?" "Why, of course I am," said the man, "that is what I bought the match for." " WeU," said the deacon, "May God have mercy on your soul ; I wash my hands of the whole busiuess." And the match is lighted and the bridge is ablaze, and the curs come ii into the cha Who is ^ The man wl lighted it ai l)loa that " basis " — th and goes t« deacon's mt system cor when it cor guilty as tl is no compi A^ AI I Cr( On 1 Oh •M He Th It * It is re tyranny of t boundary pes gives way, an to one rank o end is reache I told yuu >w you the ;e with the tch to bum ilty n« you ches, I will oubt about ches at dif- uppress the tch. I tell aatch." 1 the bridge )iUA it, and ody K.nt of ing to burn urn it any- i^hole ques- d his wife you would jridge?" : " Nancy, ace Union > extremes told affairs id when I lon't want i he hands back a big I way down is what I y on your e, and the FLATKOnM I'KARLS. 76 curs come along at the rate of forty miles an hour luid dawli into the chiisni and ono hundred livps aro lost. Who is guilty when it comes to the judgment bar of God ? The man who sold the match is just as guilty as the man who lighted it and fired the bridge ! And he who gives way to the plea that " we are going to settle this question on ahigh license basis " — that we can not effectually prohibit the liqiior traffic, and goes to the i)olls and uses his ballot to represent the deacon's match, and votes for a license party, and the saloon system continues, homes and immortal souls are destroyed, when it comes before the judgment bar of God, will be just as guilty as the man who keeps the saloon. My friends, there is no compromise ground in this matter. — John P. St. John. ST. THE BOtlNDABY POST.* A vision of ice-bound Vmrrens, 'Neath the midnight sun's weird glow, A band of tyrant's hirelings. Hearts cold as the Polai- snow — Crouching in dread of their mandates, A sorrowful helpless host, On their knees, and with prostrate Tigurea, Before the boundary post ! Oh ! dretu'ful is man's oppression In the tropic's genial glow, 'Mid the temperate zone's rich fruitage, As wxAl as 'mid northern snow 1 He plunders the home of his brother, Enslaves him ; and tyrants boast They have stolen his soul, his manhood, Wlio dies at the boundary post ! It riseth, solemn and stately — A symbol that draws the tear — A tall white column majestic, * It is related bv sympcthetic Americans, who deploiv what they call the tyranny of the Czar, that when the convicts sentenced to Siberia reach the boundary post on the Russian frontier the stoicism of the very sternest character gives way, and the old and young, sage and simple, noble and peasant, reduced to one rank of misery, mingle their tears and sighs, realizing that their journey's end is reached. .1 ■ i^i? hi I h' 3i That markH tlio RiWHian frontier ! Tluoiigh the llrHt dim shiidowH of inurning, ItH outliiiOH of pain a])|H'ar To tht> exile who inarehetli e««twiird On the road that is long and drear I Trembling, through cloud-bank or utittt-veil, It comes, like an awful ghost, And blastH the sight of the gazer — The dreadful lM)undary post t With ))lood are their sandals sullied As they painfully drag along ; Not an exile heart may hi' merry. Not a voice awaken a song ! 'Neath the whip of the brutal driver The staggering con\ ict goes Who follows the path of oppression To Siberia's wastes and snows ! But the keenest throb of his anguish That his torn heart feels the most Is to fall 'neath the strokes and the woundings At the tall white boundary post ! He dreams, as he travels in silence, That yet there may be a reprieve ! He cannot be sent to the toiling In the mines and the valleys to grieve ! But the sight of the landmark uplifted, 'Mid the Northland snow and frost. Only bids him : " Your hope you must bury At the foot of the boundary post ! " A vision of palsied fingers That touch not the poet's pen ; A story of genius fallen Of one who was gi'eat among men, Tlie poiH.,ned cup hath enslaved him I His journey of woe is begun, Tlie Garden of Eden he planted Is waste 'neath the midnight sun ; Tlie glare of his evil piissions Illumes a road more drear Tlin A Ott F Pail A At '1 Kii A A\ If He 1 Tei ( An 1 Of Th S8. But w€ the questii tiger sprii crunching heart. Sh die him, unkind, v chew my i sees what and say : ' into such i more care in to the \ be time fc beast of c :^i PUATKORM PeARLH. 17 ga Tlian the weary (M)nvict follows Afar to the oaHt frontier ! O tempted houI. though the wiiie-waven Flawh keener than Northland front, Pause ere thy houI lieth panting And wreckwl at the Ixmndary post t A tyrant, relentleas and cruel, 'Neath tropic or polar Htar — King Alcohol — gathers hiH minions And miK'kH at the might of a czar ! A boundary line there obtaineth 'Twixt virtue and vice, a« we know I Here lie the harvcst-flelda, vineyards — There, are the wastes and the snow ! Tempted thou art. yet refraining V Oh, cast thou the tempter away ! And naught have to do with the spoiler Who watcheth by night and by day ! O sin-ridden soul, yet an effort, A prayer 1 From the dram-drinkers' host, Thou hast paused on the road to perdition This side of the boundary ix)st 1 — Lelia B. Heivea. 58. MORAIi SUASION NOT SUFFICIENT. But we are told we should use moral suasion. Yes I but the question is, when moral suasion should be applied. The tiger springs from the jungle, strikes down a man, begins crunching his arm and drinking the life-blood from his very heart. Shall he then begin to stroke that tiger's head, to fon- dle him, and to reason with him? "Now, tiger, it's very unkind, very ungentlemanly, very um-easonable for you to chew my arm in that way." Suppose his friend comes out and sees what is going on ; shall he lecture the man who is down, and say: "Now you ought to have known better than to get into such a position. You ought to have watched and taken more care." No, let him snatch out his dagger and strike it in to the hilt in the heart of the destroyer. Then there will be time for talk and warning. I arraign the saloon as the wild beast of our civilization, with blood-stained teeth and claws, T n Platporm Peablm. still raging unchpck«Hl tlirough oiir luiul, iiiul «>ntiro Prohibition iH the only effective reuie«ly. I -i Prohibition !>«« wliood overy- ^'•e™- — Jiev, Thomas Du'on. SO. WORHIKD ABOUT KATHKHINi:. OHANDAM. I'm glad that it suited you, Schooluia'iuu, U) s|)c'nd a f ork of the !k-miuded •i .%. I s/V; %. ^^^ ^^' .0. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) p. 1.0 I.I J 2.2 :t 1^ lllllM 1.8 1.25 U 1 lA -^ 6" ► Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716) 872-4503 .^^ y «?, CIHM/ICMH Microfiche Series. CIHM/ICMH Collection de microfiches. Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions / Institut Canadian de microreproductions historiques But Th£ It's But Platform Pxarls. 1» But 8*^^iU I cant help but to woi-ry concemin' the breadth o' her heart! TEACHER. Why I sympathies need not to narrow, because the brain clam- bers above ; The more that a genuine heart knows, the better it knows how to love. A gem was all crowded with splendor, unseen in the gloom of mines : 'Tis not now the less of a diamond, because it is polished, and shines ! The flower that was hunted by wild weeds, thinks n^ver to bloom the less fair, Because it is borne to a garden, and tended with wisdom and care. A lamp in the sky had been tarnished by cloud-birds that flew from afar ; The wind swept the mist from its brightness — it gleamed, all the more of a star 1 Whate'er is at fault in your grandchild, her learning makes easier withstood ; Whatever is good in your grandchild, her learning makes only more good. QRANDAH. That's nice, soothin' sentiments, SchooUna'am, an' helps all that works in your line ; It's one o' your golden opinions — I wish that it also was minol But. Teacher, suppose that she marries — the knives of her brain bright an' keen — An' knows all creation, excep' how to keep her house cosy and clean I Suppose when her husband comes home tired, the cheer o' her table to seek She feeds him with steak that is soggy, an' tells him i^s mean- in' in Greek ? Suppose that her coffee is muddy as if it was dipped from a trench : Will that make his stomach less homesick, because she can tell it in French ? Suppose that her help is her master, along o' the things she don't know : i i' I ! 80 Platform Pearls. Can algebra make up the difl'Vence, or grammar books give her a show ? • , i.1 • 1 Oh, Schoolma'am, those women keep house best (with nothm to say ag'in yoti), , j „ Wlio've learned to keep house o' their mothers, an' worked aU its alphabet through ! TEACHER. Your grandchild must take for her husband, a man with an intellect wide. Who makes of the well-guarded body a place for the soul to Whose home is a God-made cathedral, with heart-blessings clear-voiced and sweet ; Who comes back at night for soul-comfort - not simply what he can eat. Who thinks with her, feels with her, helps her ; has patience, for both of thsir sakes ; Who celebrates all her successes, and takes stock in aU her Who treasures her well-taught advantage o'er one who unstud- ied begins; Who welcomes with sweet-whispered pleasure each step of the race that she wins. Who leads her to minds that are kindled with brands from the watch-fires of fame ; Who's glad that her lamp has been trimmed well, to catch the clear sanctified flame. QRANDAM. An' if she shouldn't find this cur'os'ty ? TEACHER. Then let her as single be known ; ,.,.-, And thank God her training has taught her to work out hfes problem alone. GKAND.VM. But, Schoolma'am, admittin' your arg'ment (if one can " ad- mit " what one don't) We'll say that she'll marry an angel (tho Ukelier 'twill happen she won't); But s'posin' she does, an' her children are sent, same as others, to school : books give her t (with nothin' an' worked all a man with an for the soul to heart-blessings ot simply what ; has patience, tock in all her me who unstud- each step of the brands from the 'ell, to catch the work out life's if one can " ad- ier 'twill happen , same as others. i Platkobm Pearls. 81 I'm worryin' -bout whether she'll let 'em be taught by the brain- stuffln' rule. , , . •j„ It hurts me to see 'em build over a child into somebody s pride. Through givin' him heart-acht« each week-day, by poundm his head from inside ! They make 'em bite books with their teethin'; grown studies run all through their play ; _ ^ ,■ „ Tlicy're killin' the children by inches, with five or six studies a They load 'cm with large definitions - as big as the children Ah meTit^^'a 'wonder the ix)or things twist up into grown folks at all ! , , There's many a poor little cre'tur' with other folks words over- Not on^r*'' made mad " by "much learning " but weakened an' sickened an' killed ! , . * ,.i j There's many a green little grass-mound, whose tenant would say, could it talk, " I died by their tryin' to run me, before I was able to walk ! TEACH I.R. A blessing's no less of a blessing, because by some 'tis abused ; TheTr, fire, and water can murder -and yet they all have to The steed that we drive to the river is tempted, not tortured, to The child shomd be given thought-burdens -but only to teach him to think. , ... „ Take comfort from now for thefuture ; for Katherme, with all that she knows, , Is bright as a dollar just minted, and fresh as a new-blossomed rose. GBANDAM. But, Teacher, I'll tell my main trouble (though less than the ones I have said); . , I'm gettin behind the times daily, while Kate keeps a gettm She'll grow a fine lady, and nothin' between us in common NowdonTyou think, some time or other, that Kate'U be 'shamed, like, o' me? 6 t ■ 88 Platform Pkarls. Kate (entering, and kissing Grandam). Ashamed of you? Never ! — I'd give more for one silver hair of your head, Than all of the studies I know of, and all of the authors I've readl Do you know, you absurd dear old Grandma, your heart and your brain are more aid, Than all of the sciences heard of, and all of the books ever made! No process that man has discovered will act out affection's pure part; The brain of the head is a failure, cuuipared to the brain of the heart ! Ashamed of you ? Let your grand life-work an answer umiual- ified be ! Pray God that my life may be lived so you'll never be ' ' 'shamed like " o' me ! — Will Carleton, in " Ladies^ Home Journal," 60. A CHRISTIAN BNOBAVORRR'H POSITION. WHAT SHALL CHRISTIAN YOUNG PEOPLE DO AGAINST THE SAIX)ON ? The question is its own perfect answer, and I can only give it back expanded, as one may blow a rosebud into bloom. First of all, I will be a Christian. I will keep myself pure. I will, as to this thing, abolish the word " temperance." It is the Pharisee of grammar, the arch-hypocrite of the vocabulary of this reform, the blood-guiltiest common noun in the lan- guage, a quagmire of definition not to be trusted by the foot of reason, or crossed by any but an empty vehicle of thought. I will be a Christian. Henceforth I'll stand upon the mountain top of Paul's great verse, of which the familiar version is : "If meat make my brother to offend, I will not eat meat enough to hurt myself tho the world perish ; but which is uTitten, "I will eat no meat while the world stands." And drinking wine does cause my brother to offend. From the first, the strong, clean, moderate drinker has been, and is to-day, the weak man's schoolmaster, to lead him to the gutter. Am I saying that one who drinks is not a Christian? No ; but he is not such a Christian as can help in this endeavor. Platkokm Pkarls. 88 >AH). ne silver hair of ;he authors I've your heart and ' the books ever t affection's pure the brain of the answer un(iual- ferbe " 'shamed ynie Journal," POSITION. AGAINST THE 1 1 can only give into bloom, eep myself pure, iperance." It is f the vocabulary loun in the lan- ed by the foot of e of thought. 7 on the mountain r version is : "If ;at meat enough h in uTttten, "I id drinking wine first, the strong, >day, the weak T. Am I saying tut he is not such Urill he a m„n.-im active, definite, persintent, self-respect- ing In" respect-compolUng man: no flunky to a party or a sec no to^vdv to a majority ; no trimmer to the popular rose;on;iction; -.p.ire editing ; no sniveling mo^co^^ trembling at a ixjlitician's sneer; no pastor whose politics are ,ueer no crayf^.sh pietist backing under a creed at the apprc«|o Kevv bought. I will be intelligent ; I will take a Prohibition /e.;Candreadit. I wilU-e an opinion and express it. will be couMi^tent ; I will let no man despise me. I will not St m -self ; if I keep ,x,litieal conipany who. saloon keep- ers feel at hoi- . I will be man enough not to pray Thy King dom come on earth." I will be too much a man o telk "f ^^ kine the world for Christ while I am consenting to farm out the highv^^y of my own country to saloons and live on the rental . I Sod no politician's coat while he stones a prophet or denies full citizenship to a woman. By the grace of God, I will lie a Christian and a manly man. I mix BE AGAINST THE SALOON nnd anvthing that favors, fears, or ignores it. The liquor raffirifthr foot-rot of ci;ilization. Saloons are the progeny of cities betraved by party politics. I will renounce utterly aldfoTevefa'l allegiance to any political party in municipal ^^eZZL I wilf not be bound by a caucus But when a Ss' meeting conflicts with my P-ye--e t-g^ wdl m s the prayer-meeting. I will trust no man in city politics who winks at the saloon in national iwlitics. In national affairs I will belong to a party and be true to t, in nauou ^^^^^ .^ ^^^ go straight ":r;uSit a^hX I wtu scratch the wickedness out of U tickTand then throw the ticket away, unless I can stand wltl it upon a clean, brave, open platform. A man who s IZ to Eself can not be true to anything, and a party tlu^ Ssamant.,beliehimselfand«pe«fce«.s,hisconvic^^^^^^^^^^ time betray both him and the country. A coward is potential T^^. I will sciuaio my politics to my church, or leave 84 Platkohm Pkahi.h. tlip Hiiircli. Thp man, the ticket, or the party that expects o" deHires votes from the saloon shall have no vote from nie. Let who will win thiH ele<^tion, sell the licensea, and adminintt^r the ttU-pervasi ve paltry-treason of the npoils ; when the clean church comes, whose right it is, ..je will take, 'vithout a rival or a question, the scepter of the world and reign. I will be for that. These hands are hers, only two of miUions ; hut I will wash them, by the race of CJod, and keep them clean for her. No sales, no tqmils, no saloon votes in Christian Endeavor ! — John O, Woolley. In Al N< O Tl 61. A FANATIC. " Faratic !" they said ; yes, he stood for the truth, Defended it always by day and by night ; He wrought foi tho good of the children and youth. Well knowing the worth of their souls iu God's Eight. Fanatic was he? Yes, he spent tinie and strength In labors of love for the tempted and tossed, No toil wjis t(X) great, no trifle too small To offer to Him for the souls that were lost. Fanatic was he ? Yet he cheerf ally gave Of liis income so small, to those who had less. And the poor and the lowly, the sad ones of earth, Had cause this " fanatic " to love and to bless. Fanatic was he ? Yes, the world flitted by. With its laughter and song, its jest and its jeer ; They pitied him so, w they said as they went, For they fancied his life bitter, cheerless, and drear. For they had their pleasure, their wine and their glee. And life was to them gay, and merry, and bright. They lived for themselves, while he toiled for those Whom, bom in the darkness, he brought to the light. Ah ! little they knew how the peace God doth give Dwelt deep in his heart, sweet, abiding, and strong, And how, when in sorrow o'er those whom he loved, God gave in the night-time His presence and song. And one day he died, and they laid him to rest On the sunny hillside, 'neath ihe grass and the flowers. An race, 1 and h taking the ft it In 1 art, ai Me ject t searcl drunl be ex was 1 transl vas, £ beaut retra( hood, smili: side ( TI parei liquo little you, to th not I life's PLATKOHM I'EAIll H. 80 ' that expects o" n from nie. Let d a(luiiniHtt!r the the clean church )ut a rival or a will be for that, but I will wash an for her. No Indemwr ! I Q, Woolley. le truth, id youth, 1 God's eight. rength Bed, lost. 1 less, )f earth, bless. » its jeer ; snt, I, and drear. 1 their glee, id bright, for those ; to the light. loth give and strong, 1 he loved, and song. rest id the flowers. In the sorrowful hush of a lieart-broken throng. Where lovingly God keepeth watch through the hours. Ah ! happy forever, no longer to toil Alone, and in sorrow, and misunderstood. No longer ' fanatic," but heir to a throne, With all the redeemed, the rejoicing and K(K)d. O Soul ! thou hast won — and thy hard race is o'er. Time's years are but few, and Eternity's long ; Thy service of lovt for the sin-stricken earth Shall blossom forever in glndnees and song. — Maria L. Underhill. fl&. A OliOniOIIS OTOKIIMKNT. An artist, seeing a little Iwy, with rosy cheeks and laughing race, playing with his toys, was so charmed with the beauty and happin iss of the child that he requested the privilege of taking its portrait. Permission being granted, he transferred the features of the beautiful boy to his canvas, and placed it in his studio, as one of the first specimens of his cherishsd art, and of the beai.ty, innocence, and happiness of childhood. Many years afterward the same artist desired to find a sub- ject that should be the very reverse of this. After a long search, on going into a prison, he there saw a man who, in a drunken frenzy, had murdered his own wife, and was soon to be executed as the penalty for his crime. His countenance was the picture of agony, remorse, and despair. The artist transferred the features of that wretched culprit to his can- vas, and placed it in his studio, eide by side with that of the beautiful and happy boy lie had taken many years before. On retracing the history of that wretched man back to his child- hood, he proved to be the same innocent boy whose happy and smiling countenance now exhibited a striking contrast by the side of that of the condemned criminal. TI 3 is but a picture of what our youth may tecome, unless parei .s educate them to shun the vices and temptations of the liquor traffic. Suci^, fond parents, may be the fate of that little cherub boy you are now dandling on your knee unless you. like an ancient heroine, make him " swea» eternal hatred to the liquor traffic. Cherish not thj fond hope that he may not be allured and ffJl by the same insidious foe. All along life's perilous pathway may be seen the wrecks of thousands. 86 I'LATrOHU FKAHiiS. *i' whoBO early training and proBpocts wore an bright and hnyto ful aa are his. Oli, what in tliat bittiT wail which is heard from fond parents' hearts all the earth over? Is it not lik sthat which escaiH'd from the liiw of the king of Israel : " Oh, my son, my son ! Would (Jod I had died for thee, ray son, my son I " Is it not the wail of blighted hopes and ruined pros- pects arising over the victims of a legalized ciirse? Father's, brothers, will you stand with folded arms and silent tongues, and see this boa-constrictor, the licjuor traffic, crush out the lives and hoi)eH of your fondest alTeetions? "No/ No 1" Methinks I hear a thousand rei)ly : " No I It must not be .' It shall not be !" If all who acknowledge the evils re- sulting from this nefarious business, and the necessity of its utter annihilation, would engage in its extirpation with heart, hand, and ballot.it would be exterminated — certainly, speed- ily, and effectually. Its accomplislmaent would be the grand- est event the world has ever witnessed. It would be perpetu- ated in eloquence, poetry, and song, and transmitted to posterity by some master historian, w^ritten with an eloquent pen, on a spotless page, in a golden era. Its achievement would constitute a monument far more glorious than any which the genius of antiquity has ever be- queathed to the generations that were to follow, Moldering and dilapidated are the pyramids of Egypt, the Mausoleum, and the temples of Athens and of Rome. Lost are the cities of Ninevah and Babylon. Forgotten are the coimtless millions that have figured ujwn the earth, and taken their exit. But the prohibition of the liquor traffic will be a monument which the devastating jaws of Time can never demolish. With foun- dations resting on the eternal principles of truth and justice, this memorial will remain when all the temples of the earth are demolished and Nature's great temples retain not a stone ; until the promised era, foretold in prophecy and invoked in poetry, when the Angel of Time, standing on sea and land with uplifted hand, shall swear by Him that liveth forever and ever. Time shall be no longer I For tho its pedestal be on earth, its glorious apex towers unto heaven. — Prof. Chan, W. Sanders, 63. DRINK t Drink I spend your hard-earned wages for Death i Drink I for a foul, obnoxious breath ! ight iind hoi)c i\'hich is heunl lit not lik^that rael : *' Oh, my .'0, ray son, luy ml ruined pros- o? arms and silent )r tratRc, crush ctionsV "No/ 1 1 It mu»t not !g6 the evils re- necessity of its ^ion with heart, ertulnly, apeed- d be the grand- uld be perpetu- tted to posterity ]uent pen, on a ment far more ity has ever be- 3w, Moldering he Mausoleum, it aro the cities luutless millions :heir exit. But onument which ih. With foun- iith and justice. les of the earth 9 retain not a ecy and invoked on sea and land ?eth forever and pedestal be on . W. Sanders. Death! Platform Fkaklh. S7 Drink ! for health and morals shatterod ! Drink ! for raiment threml-lMirc, tiittorcd ! Drink ' that the Publican and his wife, May wear rich jewels, bought with your life t Drink ! that the mob may jeer you ! Drink ! that the good nuiy fear you ! Drink 1 that you may be known as a fool, Hy the smallest tot that {joes to 8rb STAND PIRin. Stand firm wnen the enemy charges Your ranks in all his might. When sore indeed is the danger That lies in the hot, fierce fight. Cower not in that hour of conflict When the test comes unto you ; But in that hour of hoiuB To God and yourself be true. Stand firm, and not for an instant Let the coward's thought be yours. Or the heart that is weak and trembling The heart that not endures ; But steel your breast to the conflict, And with coiu-age your soul endue ; And in that hour of hours To Ood and yourself be true. Stand firm, and so shall falter The enemy at last, Grow weak, and yield the conquest ; And the trial will be past. And so shall glorious victory O'er sin come unto you. Since you, in that hour of hours, To God and yourself were true. — George Newell Lovyoy, in " Golden Ruie". Platform PicARtA i 05 "VVK UOT IT! " OH. TIIK H1MNKE.|,KII Jl'BIIiANT. " I've Kot it ! I've got it ! " ho Rhouted with joy, Anil fhncklod aiienury, grow) 8elf-negle<'t, LoBH of their own and of otherH* reHi)ectl " I've got it ! I've got it I I've got it ! " And now, How came he to get it ? You ought to know how 1 Your ballot inntructed the city to sell The right to recruit for the armies of — well, MendicantB. criminals, Buicides — all Who \mder the curHe of the rum-trafHc fall ! " I've got it ! I've got it ! " Ah ! yes, bo he haa ! And thouHands of others have "got it," alas ! And millions of people are rushing pell-mell Into these liceuHed recruit shops of — well, » Why don't you stop it? Why vote for the men Who vote for saloons? Don't do it again ! — Lorin Ludloio, 66. THE LAND OF PROHIBITION. No broken windows or hanging doors. No grensy walls or dirty floors, But pretty homes and gardens gay, Scent of sweet flowers mile" away In the Land of Prohibition. No " raggit weans," no weary wives, No women in fear for their wretched lives, But merry maids and bonny boys. And streets alive with gladr ome noise In the liand of Prohibition. 'joy. Imy I y toll ! -well, no, Ht night ! " the right II, 11(1 now, w how I 1! has! men rin Ludloto. ON, lives, I'l.ATKOIlM I'KAUIJ*. flO Ni) iwhing hoiirtH luxl dnigging fi'i't, No un.«ini>loye,tralta. 07. THK NFvt?r else we I other tastes iigletl liquid, lation of the 1 more water it thank Him ather. Qy American akes of fresh th, East, and juddle a few Niagara Falls appropriated )wn of more i^merica any lessity, let iia the showers, )le can do as ided, I think the windows e filled. jonfound the e, never par- ; emotion of he hills, and ed it among jparklo with toss up their •n excIaimB, s from a far f Christians, ter courses." ia "well of 'he prophet, 8, "Streams ren the more : rivers, and with bright ver of water rone of Grod Talmage. 68. WHY f He c-ouldnt write, he couldn't read, He little knew nor cared AlHHit the people's wrongs and need ; How others lived he took no heed, Nor how they fared. The big saloon he couldn't pass. Nor iwols of any type. He couldn't live without hin glass. And he was miserable, alas ! Without his pipe. On public streams, whiche'er the way, He could do naught but float ; And on the questions of the day, He couldn't think, he couldn't pray — But he could vote. She couldn't drink, she couldn't swear, She couldn't even smoke ; Nor could she open wrongs declare, Nor with a ballot did she dare The right invoke. She loved the people and she knew The questions passing by Were weighty ; her conclusions drew— And out of these convictions grew, Tlie how and ii'hy. She kept herself outside the rut ; From leading minds could quote ; She had opinions clearly cut ; Could write and read and reason — hut Shecould not vote. — Haitie Horner Louthan. 69. THE SUPREME CUKSE. The supreme or capital curse of the nineteenth century is summed up iu the one word " saloon," because its mfluence extends in Lll directions ; and wherever it i« f *' h"^;" '^^!; ery, degradation, and moral eclipse follow. It .s the ^'i^^' ^^ \ could overwhelm , .u if I approved of ..veiwhelmin . But I merely ask you to .a.t your right eye over into Engla«d and then Uond it into France. Men have ruled exclusively m France for the last forty or fifty years, and a wom.ui in Eng- land : which realm has l)een the most peaceful and prosiier- ous V " A. A I ■ Senator : " Well, but you people seem to place a great deal /of deiK'ndence on thn Bible. The Bible is against the idea^ The Bible teaches man's supremacy, man's abst.lute power and might and authority." Saviatha : "Why, how you talk ! Why, i" J^e ^.^j^.^ »"* chapter, the Bible tells how man was jest turned right lound byTw;man. It teaches how she not only turned man right round to do ,^s she wanted him to, but turned the huU world "A few years later, after men and women prew wiser, when we hear of women ruling Israel openly and honestly, X Miriam, Deborah, and other likely old 4 mothers, why, thincA went on beHer. . ,, . i "And, as I said before, if G.xl called woman into this work, He will enable her to carry it through. He will protect her Trom her own weaknesses, and from the misapprehensions and hard judgments and injustices of a gain-saying word. "Will you do Dorlesky's errents? Will you give her her rights ? And will you break the Wliisky Ring ? " senator : " My dear madam, I would love »« do Dorl«ky's errST. You hive convinced -. that^t ^ouW l« aust and rieht to do them, but the Constitution of the United States is agtns^ them. As the laws are, I can not make any move towards doing either of the errands.' Savmntha: " Can't the laws be changed ? " Senator: "Be changed? Change the laws of fe Umfc^ States? Tamper with the glorious 5«"««t-*;°°„^* "^^^^1 fathers left us - an immortal, sacred legacy ? Can it be that I ■ I ■ Til li' I !! I, Jtni Platform PrARr^. lu'iir<'. my ear ariKht V or did you B]N>Hk of changinK the unal torable laws of tlie United StatcH — tanip<>riiin with the Ckjiuiti- tution V " Smnanthd : " Ye8, that Ih what I Haiil. Hain't tliey never iK'en changed ? " Senator : " Oh, well, yen ; they have l)een change*! in caacH of neceBsity." Sumanthii : "The laws have been changed to benefit wluHky dealei-H. And you jest said 1 hud convinced you that Dorle«ky'B errents wuh errenta of truth and justice, and you would love to do "em." Senator : " Well, y«'«, yes — I would love to — as it were — but, really, my dear madam, much as I would like to oblige you, I have not the time to devote to it. We Senators and Congressmen are ho driven, and bard-worked, that really we have no time t^* devote to the cause of Right and Justice. I don't think you realize the constant pressure of hard work, that is ageing tw, and wearing us out, before our day. " As I said, we have to watch the liquor-interest constantly, to see that the liquor-dealers suffer no loss — we hare to do that. Taking it with other kindred laws, and the constant strain on our minds in trying to jiass laws to increase our own salaries, you can see just how cramped we are for time. And though we would love to pass some laws of Truth and Right- eousness—we fairly ache to— yet, not having the requisite time, we are obliged to lay 'em on the table, or under it." Samantha: "But just think what you area doin'. You are a keepin' Dorlesky out of her rights all this time that you are working for your own rights, and other folkses. It don't seem reasonable. I don't believe in it, nor Dorlesky don't. It hain't honest." Senator : " My dear madam, in public affairs it would never do to be too honest. Dishonesty in matters like that you men- tion has come to be considered nothing serious ; especially when it pays so well. It should be remembered that there are different degrees of dishonesty. We senators find it so." Samantha : " I don't know how many degrees of dishon- esty there may be, but you won't convince me that any one of 'em is right. Howsumever, it is pertectly clear that there are different degrees of insane craziness, and that you are a suffer- PLATrOHM PBAHIA lUl .giiiK the unal kith tho ConBti- ,in't they never langetl in comch ged to benefit rinced you that imtice, and you — as it were — 1 like to oblige 'e SenatorB and that really we and Jufltice. I of hard work, ir day. jrest constantly, ■ we hni'e to do id the constant icrease our own for time. And ruth and Right- ig the requisite under it." e a doin'. You is time that you )lk8ee. It don't rlesky don't. It s it would never e that you men- iouB ; especially ■d that there are ind it so." grees of dishon- that any one of X that there are you are a suffei:- in' from a voyalent attack. I am drotful norry for you, anrl for. your folks, but I must \h' a goin". I niUHt hunt up somolxxly who can and will do Dorlesky's erronts." 75. "IF." If you want a red nose and dim, bleary eyen ; If you wish to l)e one whom all men dwpiw ; If you wish to \te ragged and weary and s«itl ; If you wish, in a word, to go to the b«id ; Then drink ! If you wish that your life a failure may be ; If you wish to Ixi iwnniloss — out at the knee ; If you wish to be houseless, broken, forlorn ; If you wish to see pointed the finger of scorn ; Then drink ! If you wish tiiat your manhoo jjriu'OH of pity lH>lonK ; And the KiiiK, to tlu> Frinco of tlic FwirU-sM, Gave order nnd Hi^n of comnmnd ; For Ho know what niiinncr of horo Ilad taken hiu life in hin hand. Tlien MjMike He, the King, to HIb chosen — " Go wage je a warfare of |)eai'e ; Proclaim to the children of Borrow, Tl»e lM>uutiful year of relt'OHO ; They have gathered the graptw of my gladnorm. And dnmken the wine of diHtresH ; They have garnerml the grain of my plenty For famine and bittemeHB. " And the Htrength and the beauty of nations Have plightenKer and ispect for the •y of personal )f our private nstantly. ity on Monday I have an ani- here anything d animal and man, wise in juld not advise lerfect right to can consume ; ' No," says tin ; state against tise it as such ; 1 of the facts." ,nd consent of ation you have on the market nt of the pur- in. I see that and I liave no nd him to put lonetosayhim I speed the ani- mal at the very top of his speed, and ho would not go two blocks before some ix)liceman, if he were domg his duty, would have the horse by the bit, and another ix.liceman would have the driver by the coat-collar, and he would lug him up to the police office -his personal liberty invaded. Why? At the behest of the public good. Smallpox breaks out in your family and your personal lil> erty is at once restrained. You can not go out of your door and up and down the street as formerly. Wliy? Because your personal liberty must give way before the demand of a higher good, the preservation of the public health. I wiU go some of these days over to New York City after Prohibition prevails, and it gets fit for a gentleman to live in and I wiU be on such excellent terms with the citizens that I can get their endorsement at the bank for $100,000; I will spend half of it in buying an elegant building lot right m the heart of the city, and then I will accumulate a great quantity of building material, and some beautiful morning a gentleniMi with a blue coat and brass buttons wiU wait upon me, and he will say: " Sir, are these your preiMiH.-8 ? " I tell him they are. Is this your building material ? " I assure him it is. " Now,'^ he says "wiU you show me your plans and specifications?" I refuse He persists and I yield. He looks them over. "Now, sir," he says, "I see you intend to build a four-story frame house." I assure him heis correct. " Now, sir," he adds, it is iny official duty to serve upon you a notice that you can not build a frame house on this lot." I say, " This is a strange proceed- ing " and I talk about the Fourth of July and E Plunbua Unuvi, and the blood of our forefathers, and the stars and stripes and the personal liberty of the individual citizen, and I say : • 'Tilings have come to a pretty pass, if on my own real estate I can not buUd any sort of a house I please." But I rave as long as I will, talk as loudly as I care to. I will run right up hard against a prohibition that withm the fire-limits no frame building shall be erected. Now when ray friends talk, as they very Ukely will, about Prohibition interfering with the private rights of the individual citizen, they will not be discussing the question we are here to examine. Prohibition does not contemplate the individual drinking man. Prohibition does not propose to interfere with the private rights of any citizen. It takes a broad, comprehen- sive, statesmanlike view of the situation. Prohibition must and will prohibit for the good of the people. — Prof. Samuel Dickie. 81. THK PRBHBNT <;HIHIS.* We see dimly in the present what is small and what is great. Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate, But the soul is still oracular ; amid the market's din. List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave with- in — "They enslave their children's children who make compro- mise witli sin." C!ount me o'er earth's chosen heroes — they were souls that stood alone, While the men they agonized for hurled the contiunelious stone. Stood serene and down the future saw the golden beam incline lo !,_<} side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine, By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's Bupreme design. By the light of burning heretics Clirist's bleeding feet I track, Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns not back. And these mounts of anguish number how e««3h generation learned One new word of that grand Credo which in prophet-hearts hath burned Since the first man stood Clod-conquered with his face to heaven upturned. For humanity sweeps onward ; wh»e to-day the martjrr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots bum, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe retmn To glean up the scattered ashes into history's golden urn. Tif Of W< Wi ru Ne Th Lo La N< * By permiBsion of HoiiKliton, Mifllin & Co. ) interfere with iad, comprehen- rohibition must imuel Dickie. what is g^eat, 16 iron helm of s din, phic cave with- make compro- were souls that e contumelious en beam incline • faith divine, God's supreme ing feet I track, that turns not iach generation prophet-hearts ith his face to i nuuiyr stands, in his hands ; ;rackling fagots ve retmn >lden urn. Platform Pkakls. 109 'Tis as easy to ho Jieroos as to sit the idle slaves Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' graves ; Worshippers c' light ancestral make the present light a crime ; Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men be- liind their time? rum those tracks toward past or future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime ? New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam our campfires I we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Uunch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future'c iwrtal with the Past's blood-rusted jjgy^ — Javiea Russell Lmvell. 82. A CVBTAIN I.EC!TCHK. My wife and I had jest gone to bed. When a curtain lectur' to me she reail : — " Ef I was a man," sez my wife to me. " I think I should be a man," sez she. «' Why, wot is the matter, Jane V " sez I. " Matter enough," was her reply. " I wouldn't go preachin' temperance An' votin' for license, both ter wunce ! I wouldn't Stan' up in hurch an' pray Fer the curse of drink to be took away ; Fer the Lord in marcy to look an' bless The needy widder an' fatherless. An' then march up to the polls nex' day An' vote jest eggsackly the other way ! I think I should have at my command At least jest a leetle grain of sand ; An' whenever a pollytishun showed His rum-blossom nose 'round my abode, An' commenced his blarney to get my vote, A-singin' the song he'd learnt by rote, I'd spunk up to him an' tell him wot I thought of him ; an' ez like ez not 110 Platform Pkabls. I'd jest perlitely show him tlio door, An' invite him to never call no more 1 I think I'd knovk' enough," sez Jane, " When a rumseller works with might an' main To gain a p'int in the town elexshun, To see that it wasn't jest my complexshun ! An' what he wanted bo awful bad Was the very thing he ortn't to have ; An' I'd work ag'in it, tooth an' nail. My motto, ' No such word as fail 1 ' An' wouldn't care one cent in cash Ef the publicrat party went ter smash I I'd hev my conshens clear an' sound — An' know I was treadin' on solid ground." " Ef I was a man," sez Jane, once more, But I had already begim to snore. I wasn't asleep, but then I meant She'd think I was ; for her argyment, I own, I couldn't quite answer it, Tho it struck right home to me, every bit. But Jane, she groaned when I didn't cheep, And then turned over and went to sleep. — Uiiion Signal. 83. THE FIHST HEFOKM. Before any reform can be secured, its friends must unite against the enemy of all reforms — the saloon. WmUd you secure ballot reform f Prohibit flrst the liquor traffic, which degrades the citizen, corrupts the voter, and makes him the tool of politicians for base political ends. What profit would inure from a State printed and furnished ballot and secret voting, if the candidates are to be named by the saloon, platforms framed in a pothouse, and votes cast by a hand guided by a sodden brain ? Would you have civil service reform f Prohibit first the liquor traffic, which names the candidates for public office and corrupts the integrity of officers. Prohibit the saloon, through whose influence offices have become positions to which " no wage worker need apply," because he can notafford to "set 'em up for the boys " and control the slum vote. Would you abolish ustiry and monopolies f Prohibit flrst the sale ioni tral get in 1 jur Its wo afi brc (Af J m'main im! i." )it, eep, ). Union Signal. snds must unite t flrst the liquor the voter, and ;cal ends. What furnished ballot e named by the votes cast by a *rohibit first the public office and 3 saloon, through 18 to which " no flford to "set 'em Prohibit flrst the Platfokm Pearls. Ill saloon, tluough vvhose dimr moiioiKjly anur out your blood in her defense. But " he that ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city," and a people who hi ft' lu w H C( ri e r u C I'LATrOUM Pbaki-m. tt5 of our time world tided of our legin- lorH. On ' ho con- I'mod Huccossively )o you not l)elievt' be largely depoi)- Ijelieve a imvjority ^e do t " [IB in the prenence PB? Men in thou- ) liquid madneHH, wretchedness and ind vice. Yet we t were a question tins in the moon, ly of viewing the .tors are called to rns the happiness ue, the safety of in our state, it is I never have been f the 1,600 crimi- hs are either the ;d by liquor when 000 persons in one tmeanor, less than ity were excessive 1, nine-tenths have by the tippling of infamy float their ik, without which Yet in full view op logic about the of lawmakers to siness, etc. They to a graceful and nd spreading con- , and are ready to he that ruleth his and a people who have thoroughly ....nquon-d th.ir own ^^•^^^-^'^ll^Z:^, fear no forrign eiuMuy. Th.- gonoral adoption "C «!' M« • rC^olubitUm) bv our Htatt* would a.ia n.or.. to tho Htn-ngth. w^r^;..-. indu;try. -apn^.K-rity of our Unio^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Bunker lliU or halt a do/..M. nu.-na \ mtoH. Ib-lp "«. t"^ your nnnntrv'H wike, to carry tlu- Maims law ! TSi:nH. when you pray " tby kingdom -ma^^ ^>J- really mean anything? How in the kmg.lom of ( .h1 to com. IV cept m.ugh the banishment and overthrow o mjcuil a 1 n3 e I V Can it ever really come into a world iUed w h «omho.m an.l their concomitants unless the».> shall Ik, cleared STo Ike way for it? How <-an you 1. indiff.rent or slug- ^cU in vi«w f)f the contest now in progress . ^ Moral" sc^^rcreeds. reformers of all shade, philanthro- nists of eve y name or nature, we daini y.mr assistance, we. «k Sour ea^^t and active cc^peration. Tbetriumphof th.scauso JSuires -'Tort and s.vcriflce. but it is richly worth them. Help us to carry the Maine law. ,,_,., „ ., j,,^,, ,. ,.•;. -Horace Greeley in " New I'orfc Tnlmne, heh. IS, is,,.. ST. liKNKBAIi NKAI. DOW. 1804-1894. Maine bid* her sons and daughters j.)in With those who dwell in distant lanils, In weaving fadeless garlands fair With loving hearts and willing hands, To crown her favorite son. To-day we honor him whose life Has proveti a blessing to all men ; And scanning his past history, We find, at four-score years and ten No duty left undone. Faithful and loyal, true to right, He holds no compromise with wrong ; But with unlx)unded faith in God, And with a purpose firm and strong. He champions our cause. Behold him in our "Capitol halls"; And while the world with wonder looks. He pleads— he fails — a< ?a«nic t WW, Il« Pt^ATroRII PKAHtX And plftCPH on our Rtatuto ImmiIch MniiH'V jp-andi^t law of lawH I Oaze on a ]iictun> liark and drear ; It in tlu' Maine of yearH a^o : Her wretclied wkI, Full many an earnest prayer goes forth In huml 'e gratitude to God, That thou hast lived so long. The truly great can never die ; Their work is of the world a jwirt ; And need • no record carved in stone, For 'tis enshrined in every heart, Immoritaiized in song I — William Orant liruvks. 88. OIVB THKin JVSTICK. Justice I Yes, give them justice. Surely every man must be anxious to give the liquor trade justice. Tlie men in the busi- ness are men of intelligence and good judgment. Tliey knew tlie results of the trade before entering it. No one compelled IH, n, V(l 4tingH Ih, Irtmt lirooka. iry man must be nen in the biisi- it. Tliey knew I one compelled I'l.ATruKM I'i:aui-«. 117 thoni tt> I'ntir. Of tln'lr own fn'»> will tlu-y took up tlu« fearful work. Miniply to inukc nionry out of tin' wrcttlntlirrs. Tlu'v an- rl<' uh wmIuI imit« fi>r tlifir wK-ial urtM. Tlu-y would not U- in tin- liiiMhifHM if it w.tk not for tlu« fuel tlm* it Im the nu>Ht prolitaMi' of truiltM. Wlu-n one knowM tlif actnatiiif? uiotivcMof tlu- drunkard nmk.'rH.iind then l(K»k8Ut tin- wouM in' to r.|Hat tlu'HhyliK-k verdict, •• ContlMcalion of i>rop- crty luid dcalli." Hut tlu* wroUKfd ont-H in thin ciim^ are inoro niercifid cv.-n than in that chhc, for they oidy iwk that tlu* >?ii!:ty hIuiII U' MtopjK'd from continuing their crinif« and are willing to leave with them all their ill-gotten «"»'"«• '•'•'"■ liquor men on^ht to In- hai)py to Ih< let t.tf ho eiwily. The ih>o- pleoidyabka verdict on the record that thiw accurHed trade hiw made for itHelf. The ruini'd )ionu>H, the deKrailed men, the broken-hearted wiven aiul lK>gyure1b, 1 pray, y. pay — ung — A piece of a man -somewhere, somehow - Mixed tip in all the political row — And how can she want any more ? But ah ! how manners and times do chaiijje ! Somebody's asking for more ! Something has happened that's utterly strange. Somebody's asking for more ! O Oliver Twist 1 Can it verily be Your name is Olive ? And what do I see ? A dreadful, unfeminine, malapert She, Actually asking for more ! - Carl Spencer. 94. BOKS IT PAY» Standing on a corner in this city not long ago I counted 14 doorsTeading to as many places of business in the Wck-k on the ™8iSe of the street Three doors led tocloth.ng stores^ ' Tto^ millinery establishment, one to a b-be. ^hop o^^^ :i telecranh office, and another to a bank. The other seven leu ?otS strong drink is sold. Four places where the outer al td woS may be clothed, one place where the man may Smved ri to Jk respectable and neat in his new clothes LXe through which he may send urgent '"«««^«««^°^ from wWcl the daily papers receive their intellectual freight to dTe ^forethLommluy. and one place where the savmgs of £maybedepositedwhenthewantsofthehomearesupph^ It takesiven doors, seven placesof busmess, to do al o th^for the outer man. I came near forgetting to say that the bank c^cupi^ the floor above the barber shop and telegraph offlc^ So her seven doors lead to where the inner man is supijied w th Ihat which deprives him of clothing, his wife of her bon- ^et hirchlldren of their clothing and shoes, many oneof the Ltn will hTfind that which will reduce him to such depths of der^ation that he will -* -^-'-«- ^^t^Xle^'^^^^ no aZ,\ he will not Irnve the dime to give to the barber ana no deed,he will mt ^^^^^ ^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^„ Z:who c oCtiemselvesand families, and -enother doo^ ^thelmeblockwherememory,self-respec.honoJ^gra^^^^^^^^^ and everything a man can esteem are washed mto the sewer ^^^Jirr;lSi2t;;;^^S:.tacleay3gman^^ j\a 1 »MTu r , „.i,ere wet goods are 8t)ld and the street from one of the pla< ts w nen wetR ir- 198 Platform Pkarlb, on recognizing me extended liis liand in greeting. Ho wore an old well-worn suit of clothing. His coat was the counterpart of many the reader has seen in histime; it was sun-burned, .hort in sleeve and tail and well frayed out where the edges were not worn off altogether. No overcoat, no overshoes, no collar and no cuffs save those which misfortune, bad habits, and a worse appetite had administered to him. He asked for a nickel to pay for a ride home on a street car. 1 knew that a man who felt as tho he could fly did not want to ride on a street car, even tho it were propelled by electricity, and told him so In- quiry elicited the following facts : He is a mechanic, but has not worked steadily for three years owing to intemperate habits. The suit of clothing he wore that night was three years old, his wages when at work were |2.75 a day, and he had an aged mother and helpless sister depending on him for support. He had lost during that month eight days for the reason that he 'was on a breeze." His wagea for the eight days would amount to $22. He informed me that it was no uncommon thing for him to lose a whole month through intemperance. Had he been a total abstainer he would have purchased at least three suits of clothing instead of one in the three yoars, and a very good suit can be had for $20. In eight days he had lost $2 more than would provide him with a suit of clothes, but for three years his shadow did not rest on the floor of a clothing establishment. He buys no papers, contributes noth- ing to assist his neighbor, is himself an applicant for relief at the hands of the humane residents of the city who have organ- ized a relief committee, for his name appears in the list of those who were served. Had he been sober and st^^dy he would have purchased clothing and given employment to the tailor and cloth manufacturer. Had he remained sober he would have laid carpet on his mother's floor and kept the loom in motion a little while longer ; had he remained outside of the saloon he would have read the papers and would know what his labor was worth, and as a consequence he would not drift into the ranks of the vicious and improvident from which Pinkertons are recruited in times of trouble. In eight days |22 were lost to labor, and in the loss industry received a shock which, tho slight in itself, became an earthquake when added to the hundreds of thousands of others like it as they occur in our centers of industry every year. I'LATKOllM PKAHLS. IZi g. lie wore an he countei'part u-burned, :-hort edges were not i, no collar and ts, and a worse for a nickel to liat a man who m a street car, lid him so In- chanic, but has to intemperate was three years and he had an im for support, the reason that ;ht days would no uncommon intemperance. re purchased at ;he three years, n eight days he a suit of clothes, a the floor of a ontributes noth- int for relief at ivho have organ- rs in the list of stf^ady he would jnt to the tailor sober he would ept the loom in d outside of the )uld know what would not drift snt from which In eight days |23 •eceived a shock aki when added as they occur in When workmen who desire t<, provide for hen- ^-uhe - decency and comfort ivsk for an advance m their wages they tetoS wry often that money thun advanced in Bquandered. ^nd such men as the one I described are ,x,inted to as illustra- 'ti o what workmen degenerate into on an advance m Cos The fault, the example, of one drunkard luvs an ev,l H?ect on t le prospects of hundreds of industrious workmen vlLdrnot drL. Is not industry the loser through the s^^^^^ Whe^he nduKtrious of the community must contribute to ™ort the 'amily of the drunkard - and they do it in every communiS-is not industry the loser and sufferer through th^^L? When intemperate men are m.von to want by their ba? habits and thrown out of employment, is not industry : oser wfen the workers have to support the idlers throug^i tavition on one hand, and face them, in the shape of Pinker- Inf orthe other, when they demand higher wages wiU. which to meet the extra drains upon their resources? If one lln in a small village is a drunkard, he is « so an dler for ^oner or later he loses self-respect and employment. If he d^ not support himself some one else is forced to do so, and I kZo no cLmunity in which a helpless wife and children .nil bT Emitted to want, no matter how worthless the husband ^d^atTer may be. If the family is dependent on the ch^ity o? the neTgh Js, is net that a tax on them, and is it not a reduc- In in the wage of every workman who has to contribute to Tmm>rt of the drunkard's family? Is not industry the os« wISi the saloon is permitted to make of every home an asylum and of every -ber,^^m_an^an a^^^^^^^^ 95. TO-mOBBOW.* High hopes that burned like etars sublime, Go down the heavens of freedom, And true hearts perish in the time We bitterliest need them. But never sit we down and say. There's nothing left but sorrow ; We walk the wilderness to-day. The promised land to-morrow. 1 riiunpU ot the Prohibition cause. 1^ Platform Pkarls. 1 C)«ir l>u(ls of song arc sili'iit now, There lire no flowers l>lrrow ; And our good Imniue, aground to-day, Shall float again to-morrow. Our hearts brood o'er the past, our eyes With smiling futures glisten ; Lo I now its dawn bursts up the sky — Lean out your souls and listen. The earth rolls freedom's radiant way, And npens with our sorrow ; And 'tis t iie martyrdom to-day Brings victory to-morrow. 'Tis weary watching wave by wave, And yet the tide heaves onward, "We climb, like corals, grave by grave, Yet beat a pathway sunward. 'e're beaten back in many a fray, . rft newer strength we borrow. And where our vanguard rests to-day Our rear snail rest to-morrow. Through all the long, dark night of years. The jieople's cry ascended ; The earth was wet with blood and tears, Ere their meek sufferings ended. The few shall not forever sway, Tlie many toil in sorrow ; Tlie bars of hell are strong to-day, But Christ shall reign to-morrow. Then youth flame earnest, still aspire With energies immortal ; To many a haven of desire Your yearning opes a portal ; And though age wearies by the way And hearts break in the furrow. We sow the golden grain to-day — The harvest conies to-morrow.— Gerald Mamy. y. yes ■e, years, ears. 'rerald M1<1 l>ilM> in hiH mouth. IIo waH \>-orH(' than a ragman by scvoral degrwH, Rut he had an old piiM> in his mouth. He waH out of a job. and his planw had all failed, III- was " down in the mouth," and his luck ho iH'wailwl, At till' rich man he Hworc, at inonoiKily railed — But h« kept that old pijje in his mouth. He wiw woful and shahhy and luiuKry and lame, But he had his old pi|)e in his mouth, lie had saved little money —he was not to hlame. For he nnist have a pipe in his mt)uth. He would "go out to market"— an everyday joke. And yon knew what he'd say ere a sentence he 8|Htke, "A i)enny for bread and live cents for a smoke," Oh, he muHt liave that pij)e in his mouth ! His wife sewed by lamplight, to drive the wolf hence (And to keep that old pii)e in his mouth). And he said between pufiFs : " We must cut our expense," But he kept tliat old piiK) in his mouth. Kind Cliarity, come, without further delay, Tliis woman may die — what will happen, then, pray? Here's a case you must help. Shall I tell you the way ? Just take that old pipe from his mouth ! — JIattie Horner Louihan. 100. THE DAWN OF MKKCV.* The history of tlie world from the time when the first mm-- derer swung his brutal club, until now, is largely a record of suflfering inflicted by man. So-called heroic deeds of conquer- ors, hideous ininishments inflicted by tyrants, and ever-recur- ring instances of love of revenge and thirst for blood, occupy much space in the chronicles of ancient times ; in the history of the Middle Ages, and in that of succeeding centuries. One reads with a throb of pity and of horror of those un- happy days, when even the wise and virtuous, distracted with • From address delivered before the Second Triennial Session of the Na- tional Council of Women of the United States, in Metzerotf s Music Hall, Wash- ington, D. C, Feb. ar, 1805. nn; (•ah Wl' aiK Sei sin cat "} wl lai flM Sll an th Wl yt Ui is in C it h tl si V( y u F ii t e < ri.ATKOIlM I'KAIltM. fit) KITV. ;lic knci'H, 1i. ■nil (Icf^rccH, h. 1(1 all failed. < luck 111* lH>\vaile«l, ily railed — nth. y and lame, th. not to blame, ith. everyday joke, :>ntenc'e he B|M)ke, r a Hiiioke," mouth ! e the wolf hence [outh). st cut our expense," )uth. • delay, ppen, then, pray? [ tell you the way ? outh ! ic Horner Louthan. IKKCY.* le when the first miu'- is largely a record of roic deeds of conquer- rants, and ever-recur- irst for blood, occupy times ; in the history 'ding centuries, jf horror of those vm- ■tuous, distracted with rrlennlal Session of the Na- etzerott's Music Ilall, Wash- onxiety and terror, found life m unendurable that m many canes they gladly welcomed an opiM)rtuiiity to end it. Men were afraid of knowing each other ; even Hil.-nee wa« a crin.e. an.l .'ven natural alTection. Tacitus states that lb.- Roman Senat.' actually put to death a woman.,f advanced age InrauKe she wept for her son who had In-en executed. The age was a earnival of death and torture, and the general nnunnir was. " Will there ever lie a day un|)ollule(l with blood ? " n,itinasmall .orner of Uome's great empire was wH.n to \H, enacte.1 a drama which began an era in bu.nan history, and which has exeroiscl an ineradicable inlbience on the morals of a larire proportion of the luunan race. That drama w.w the ikt- fect life and the malefactor's death of one who founded a strange new se-.t which preache.l the gosin-l of hm: : of peace and of good Nsill; and whose central princii.lo of action was the flolden llulc. The snuple. yet .natchless '^"'•'^/'Vwn^ words and actK of Christ and of His folU.wers, has for 1800 vcars iK'en the guide of that in.rtion of the human race to which "the world owes all that is highest in literature and art. all that is best in invention, wisest in statesmanship, in Ixmevolence and in MKial reform. Even limited and imperfect a.lherence to the Christian standard has brought the world's civilization to what it is When dissension arose among the early Christians, it was iK^cause the precepts of the Author of Christianity were disre- Karded ; in the centuries when the theological differences re- sulted in iKjrsecution rivalling that of paganism., it was because those who sought to drive their fellow-men forgot the exqui- site gentleness of Ilim who said, "Come unto me, and men were cruel then and are cruel now because His command, '• Be ye therefore merciful as your Father also is merciful," haa been uncomprehended and disregarded. The earth is still a dark plac« of cruelty where Hi', spirit is not. The bent of the human is toward selfishness and cruelty except m it is opened to the touch of the Divine. Christ's professed followers and those whose admiration of His example lead them to fight sin and evil, should lay the ax to the root, and work to promote uni- versally the law of kindness and of mercy, recognizing that cruelty is the worst thing in the world. Show me a sin that vou think worse than .ruelty, and 1 will show you that it is bad in proportion to its cruelty, present or prospective Wrongs which most infringe right are wrongs which most infringe im Platkdhh Pkahm. rii/hts. Id it coiuMMvablc tlmt iiny huniiin Iwing who had hwii ■ysteraatlcally and thoroiiKhly traimni t<> Im* kind would «> in- fringe the rightH of liin noighU>r'H family an to hcI! hiiu tiiiit which may turn him into a dnuikard ? Ik it conti'ivable tlmt if h«> w(>r(> kind ho wouhlftell hiH ninghbor that whic^h may turn him into a fiend of cruelty to human b«>ingB and dumb bnitCH '! Nono ought to work harder than temperance reformorB to pro- mote the law of kindn(*HH, and none ought to work harder than the humane to promote tcmi)erance reform. — Mrs, Mary F, Lovell, 101. THE LRVKIi OP CIVILIZATION. The LonitonTimeK proclaimed, twenty yeamngo, that intem- perance produce*! more idleness, crime, want, and misery, than all other causes put together ; and the WeHtrnitMter Review calls it a " curse that far eclipses every other calamity under wliich we suffer." Gladstone, speaking as Prime Minis- ter, admitted that " greater calamities are inflicted on mankind by intemperance than by the three great historical scourges — war, pestilence, and famine." DeQuincy says, "The most re- markable instance of a combined movement in society which history, perhaps, will be summoned to notice, is that which, in our day, has applied itself to the abatement of intemperance. Two vast movements are hurrying into action by velocities continually accelerated — the great revolutionary movement from jMlitical causes concurring with the great physical move- ment in locomotion and social intercourse from the gigantic power of steam. At the opening of such a crisis had no third ttiovement arinen of resistance to intemperate habits, there would have been ground of despondency as to the melioration of the human race." These are English testimonies, where the State rests more than half on bayonets. Here we are trying to rest the ballot-box on a drunken people. "We can rule a great city," said Sir Robert Peel, " America can not" ; and he cited the mobs of New York as sufflcient proof of his assertion. Thoughtful men see that up to this hour the government of great citicH has been with us a failure ; that worse than the dry-rot of legislative corruption, than the rancor of party spirit, than Southern barbarism, than even the tyranny of incorporated wealth, is the giant burden of intemperance, making universal suffrage a failure and a curse in every great i i^ I'LATrOKM PKABI.*. l:ll I iMMiig who had hwii Ih« kind would ho in- ly OH to fw>Ii him that H it conceivable thnt that whi(!li may turn g8 and dumb bnitOH V nee reformore to pro- to work harder than m. •«, Mary F. Lovell. ilZATION. p^canago, that intem- want, and misery, id tlie Westminster every other calamity king as Prime Minis- I inflicted on mankind iiistorical scourges — says, "The most re- ent in society which tice, is that which, in 3nt of intemperance, action by velocities ilutionary movement great physical move- se from the gigantic a crisis had no third per ate habits, there as to the melioration Bstimonies, where the Here we are trying to e. "We can rule a lea can not " ; and he proof of his assertion, iir the government of that worse than the the rancor of party ven the tyranny of en of intemperance, I curse in every great ,.itv Hcholarn who play statemui-n. and oditorM who n.iM«iuer. n.lo'nsHcholiirH. run waHf n.uch ..x.vlimt unxiHy that clerks Hlmll got no olll.o until tlicy know the ex.u-t dat.- of ( n'^arH ,u.H,u.Hination. a. well .vh the latitude of Pekin, an.l .he K.de of Three But while thJH cruw»(h>- the temiM-rance movement - l,aHlK.en. fornixtv veuiH, gathering itH faelH and n.arHhalling it8urgumentH.iallyinKimrtieH.lH.Hieginglegislalure«an.li..iUinK Leat States on the witneHH-ntand as evidene.. of the .oun,ln..HH of its metluulH. Hcholars have given it nothing hut a nneer. Hut if univcHal sulTrage ever fails here for a time-iK-rnui- ncntlv it can not fail -it will not In. incapable civil Hervue. nor an ambitious soldier, nor S<..ithern van.lals, nor venal leg- iHlatures. nor the greed .>f wealth, nor b<.y ntafsmen rotten ie they are ripe, that will put univernal nulTrage ...to eclipse ; it will In- run.eut.en.hed in great eit.es.md conumu.d- inir every vantage ground. MHcienceam,-u.Hthat wou.an's place in society marks the level of civilization. Fro.u its twilight in (ireeco. through le Italia.- worHhip of the Virgin, the dreams of chivalry the iustice of .e civil law, ami the quality of French scxnoty we trace he.- gradual recognition; while .mr common law, as Lord I rougha..! confessed, w.w, with relation to women, thoopprobn- m of the age and of Chrintianity. F..r forty years plam men Zl women, working noiselessly, luive washed away that oppro- 1 dumTtbo statute Lks of thirty States have been -mode led a d wc man stands to-day almost face to face with her last ela.m " he b^lot. It has Wn a weary and thankless, tho success- ful struggle But if there be any refuge from that ghastly e"is^ he vice of great cities- before which mcxa\ science s ami palsied and dumb-it is in this more equal recognition i woman. If. in this critical battle for universal suffrage- 1 faThers- noblest legacy to us, and the greatest trust God ^ves n our hands - there be any weaix,n, which, once taken from the armory, will make victory certain, it wdl be, a^ it Has heen in art. literature, andsociety. --n-^^^^^^^^^ the political arena. 102 THK GBEATKST MISNIONABV NEED. Wc hear from missionaries that there are open fields call- ing for Gospel light. " China and Corea asking ^or -ore m- sionary teachers." India, Africa, and the .slamls of the sea f 133 Platform Pearls. -i are in need of more missionaries and less rum from Christian America. The cry comes to us from Turkey, where in Aimenia ten thousand Christians have been brutally butchered during the liist year by Mohammedan swords ; from the Freedmen of the South and the Indians of the West, both in need of churches and schools, while we have young men and women educated for this work, and many generous hearts daily responding to the call for means to support them. Yes ! let us send forth these missionaries. Let us send them, with the Americnn flag, and these American institu- tions, the church and the school, that they may plant them abroad, and in our own South and West. But there is one American institution that was not included in the recent appeals for more help. That institution is protected by the American flag, and stands as a barrier to every Christian enter- prise. It standt in the very gateway of our land. At Ellis Island, for ten thousand dollars paid annually to our govern- ment by a single man, strong drink is forced upon emigrants at high prices, when many of them would gladly choose good water if they could get it. Is it any wonder that eniigiants are ready to go into the liquor business to recover the money thus wrung from them under the very torch of liberty? Take the American flag, and those American ins itutions, the church and the schoolhouse, and plant them in the South and West, and another can take the same flag and that American institution, the legalized saloon, plant it beside the church and school, and send more souls to perdition than the others can save. Legalized iniquity in this land of ours destroys tenfold more victims than Mussulman swords in ^^rmenia, and with quite as fiendish cruelty. All the horrors of heathen lands pale into insignificance when compared with this institution of Chris- tian America maintained by the hand of Christian citizens in their idolatrous worship of corrupt political parties, whose victims number about one hundred and twenty-five thousand annually. How can we Christianize heathen lands until we receive sufficient Gospel light to keep us from being a part of such a worse than barbarous system ? In China's determined struggle to keep out English opium, it was a well-known principle of the Chinese government not Platfoum Pkaui-s. 133 rum from Christian ^, where in Aimenia y butchered during )m the Freedmen of t, botli in need of ig men and women lerouB hearts daily t them. aries. Let us send e American institu- jy may plant them t. But there is one ided in the recent is protected by the very Christian enter- our land. At Ellis lally to our govern- ced upon emigrants gladly choose good ader that emigiants 3 recover the money ch of liberty ? ■ican ins itutions, the sm in the South and J and that American aside the church and than the others can estroys tenfold more lia, and with quite as then lands pale into institution of Chris- Christian citizens in itical parties, whoso wenty-five thousand ids until we receive eing a part of such a p out English opium, lese government not to Mcewscwhat they condemned as immoral ; and the mandarin who advised that a tax and a heavy duty be laid on opium as a measure of expediency was promptly banished to Tartary as a suital le reward for his infamous proposition. It would be well for Christian America if those who advocate the same pol'.cy of legalized iniquity were comi)elled to share the same face. The Chinese glory in the superiority of their own govern- ment as to principle, and scorn the Christian governments that tolerate these vices for the sake of public revenue. It was declared by the high commissioner of China that tho tke oar should break in his liand, or the boat should sink from beneath him, yet would he not stay his efforts until his work, the expul- sion of opium, was accomplished. The Chinese are a practical people, and glory in their ethical teachings. Christianity, as it comes to them, must hkewise be intensely practical, proving its innate worth by presenting, above all else, a morality superior in theory and practise to that which they already have. With what an awful force must these facts appeal to the logical, inteUigent Celestial ! The moral debt which Christian lands owe to China can never be computed. - ^- Morehouse. 103. THE DIFFERENCE. What a difference Prohibition will make to thousands of women who have now only the wretched rooms with bare floor, whose gaps and spUnters are only rendered more manifest by sweeping ; mangled furniture, whose dents and scratches are only more hopelessly revealed by dusting ; the dingy win- dow, which, if cleaned, only shows a dingier alley ; the faded and ragged calico dress for both morning and evening ; little food to cook and less fire to cook it with ; children chiefly thought of as creatures with appetites that can not be satisfled and bodies that can not be clothed ; not a picture, book, or paper to furnish a story to read them or a fresh thought to talk over with them ; the husband daily growing coarser, duller, and more purposeless ; the certainty that to-morrow shall be as this day and much more disconsolate ; that if business improves it will give only so much more to go into the maw of the re- morseless saloon ! But Prohibition crystallizes faith into " the things needful for the body." It puts this oppressed woman into a comfort 1*1 I'LATFORM P>:aiu.s. able home. It puts on the floor a bright carpet, pretty if cheap, curtains at the windows, simple furniture that is neat, trim, and strong, and some of the really beautiful pictures tliat modem art makes so inexpensive upon the walls. Now sho will find a perfect joy in sweeping the last speck oflf that carpet, dusting the furniture till it shines, keeping the windows clear as a mountain stream. "When she wishes to get dinner, there is a stove that will cook and fuel to put in it. In the pantry there is a sack of flour and her little jar of sugar, and all the spices and sundries that a good housewife needs. In lier purse tJiere's the money to make the market stall a promise and not a despair. How she will slave at that cooking b(,'cause " John is fond of tliis," and " those will taste so good to the children ! " She will not know that she is hot or tired. When she would sit down to her sewing, she can change the neat working dress of the morning for a pretty home dress for afternoon. She will take some pains to make herself a fair portion of the pretty home scene. Wlien she goes to work on the children's clothes, there's something to make the little garments out of. She will hear songs of hoi^e in the hum of her sewing-machine, and there will be a light in her eyes and a song on her own lii>s. How the children's eyes will brighten and their faces shine ! How strong they will be for play and how ambitious for study ! How dear their home will be to. them ! How the light of love and peace and joy wiU make their faces beautiful I Then all around, among the people who were never intem- perate, the wave of this prosperity will sweep. The stores and the mills, the railroads and the mines, the ships and the farms — all who produce or transport or deal in the goods which tliese rescued families are now able to buy — will share the blessing. Witi> a city, a nation, of such homes, every business will boom, all our nation prospering and exulting through the two thou- sand million revenue of righteousness ! Who would not help to bring the liappy, glorious day? What true heart will not bid us God-speed as we toil to hasten its coming? — Rev. James C, Fernald. 104. FliOWER IfllSSION. A message rings from the quiet place Wliere a soul grows white under touch of pain ; And frail, fnir liands with a tender grace Flattorm Pkakls. 185 carpet, pretty if iture that is neat, ttiful pictures tliat ) walls. Now she x;k oiT that carpet, the windows clear L) get dinner, there it. In the pantry sugar, and all the seds. In her purse a promise and not ng because " John 1 to the children ! " When she would neat working dress jr afternoon. She artion of the pretty I children's clothes, tsoutof. She will ving-macliine, and ig on her own lijw. their faces shine ! nbitious for study ! w the light of love utiful I were never intem- Bp. The stores and hips and the farms ? goods which these share the blessing, business will boom, )Ugh the two thou- ho would not help :rue heart will not ling? mes C, Feniald. N. uch of pain ; race Are holding a loss that has turned to gain — Turned into gain for the hearts that sigh, For feet which stumbled and went astray ; For lives that wrecked when the storm swept by, Are shut from the light of the common day. Tlie call rings softly from gentle lips That ready grow for the Angel's song, Sweet as the note of the lark that dips Her wing at the brook, when the night grows long ; And souls that are loving, and hearts that pray, Shall heed the message that comes to-day. Go ye and gather Tlie blossoms of June, Pare in their glory. And sweet with perfume ; Gather the splendor Of summer's green bowers ; Dawns with its mission The day of the flowers. Stately or lowly, from garden or mead, Lo, for your garlands the Master has need. Not for the hall where the banquet is spread, Not for the feast where the wine floweth rod, Not for the bridal of beauty and youth. Not for the plighting of honor and truth, Not for tlie brows of the children that play, Not for the hands that are lifeless as clay. Gathered to-day are the flowers that bloom, Glowing with light, at the heart of June. Their splendor sliaU shine on an altar place Where even at noon the shadows fall. Where time creeps by with a leaden pace. And men make moans at a prison wall ; They come to hands that are touched with crime. To hearts grown weary with wrath and tears. To lives shut in by a burning line That holds its judgment across the years. The fragrance shall come with breath of love, To the homesick souls that went astray ; 1 ^11 ^ 4' im Platform I'eablb. Shall cool the fever and lift above The thought of the watcher that longs for day. O Gk)d ! Wherever the shadows fall On any who suffer, or those that sin, May rose ar ^ lily make plain to all, A path V !^ re the Christ may enter in. — Mary T. Lathrap. lOS. WHAT IS FAITH? Men have strange ideas of God's dealings with us, and of faith in Him. What is faith ? To walk right on to the edge of the precipice, and then stop ? No, w i on ! What, set my feet upon nothing ? Yes, upon nothing, ii it is in tne path of duty ; boldly set your feet on nothing, and a solid rock, firm as the everlasting hills, shall meet your feet at every step you take in the path of duty, only do it vmwaveringly and in faith. What we have to do is to settle the point that we are right ; and then onward. You remember when the children of Israel went out of Egypt, when they were a band of escaped fugitives. Their ranks were encumbered with many women and childi-en, and their mighty, but meek, leader was armed only with a rod. Here come the chariots and horsemen of Pharaoh, treading on their very shadow. A pillar of fire went before the Israelites by night, and a pillar of cloud by day ; and they marched till they came to the shores of the Red Sea, and then— what? Read the magnificent narrative. And the Lord God said unto Moses from out of the cloud, " Speak to the children of Israel that they go forward." That was the only command. How can they go forward ? Tliere is no other command for them ; but to Moses came these words : " Stretch forth thy rod," and the way opened. God never yet gave us a duty to do but ho opened the way for us when we were ready to do it. He never yet gave an impossible coranjand. So Moses stretched forth his rod and the water stood in heaps. Tramp, tramp, tramp went the tluree millions over the bed of the sea, and their ene- mies came in after them in the night-time. Now, what? "Forward!" "But our enemies are in the rear." '' For- imrd / " " Yes, but before us is — we know not what — and the waters are on either side." " Forward .'" " Yes, but we can feel the very breath of the horses upon our necks, and hear ra for day. iry T. Lathrap. 1 8 with lis, .and of t on to the edge of What, set my feet tne path of duty ; I rock, firm as the y step you take in id in faith. What re right ; and then sr.ael went out of . fugitives. Their and childi-en. and only with a rod. araoh, treading on jfore the Israelites . they marched till and then — what? lOrd God said unto ) children of Israel command. How >mmand for them ; :orth thy rod," and i duty to do but ho to do it. He never ses stretched forth amp, tramp, tramp eea, and their ene- irae. Now, what? the rear." " For- )w not what — and I!" "Yes, but we our necks, and hear Platform Pearls. 187 llie chariot wheels grind in the shingle a« they pursue us. " Foricanl .' " " Yes, but we must defend our wives and lit- tle ones." "Foriforrf/" And the pillar that went before them passed over and stood in their rear. It was light unto them, it was darkness to their enemies ; " and they came not near each other all the night." Those who had obeyed the command, " forward ! " stood on the other side, and then the Lord God looked out from the pillar of fire, and troubled the Egyptians, and brake taeir chariot wheels. Tliose who had obeyed the command, "forward!" saw the wrecks of the chariots, and the carcasses of the horses, and tlie bodies of men strewing the strand. Let us settle the question, "Am I right ? " And then, shoulder to shoulder, march on, our motto, " Excelsior " ; our hope, that there is a better day coming ; and our prayer, " God speed the right." - John B. Gough. 106. THE PATRIOT'S ALEilf.* Our fathei-8 believed a government of the people possible, and thus the Republic was born, with all its great destinies an- chored to the masses, with all its possibilities dependent upon the capacity of the individual citizens for self-government, and that capacity again dependent upon the enlightenment of the conscience and the understanding. Our fathers were far-see- ing men. T.ey did not leave this enlightenment of the con- science and understanding to the haphazard teaching of the street, of society, or even of the home or the church. Their underlying philosophy was the now accepted ixiom, that " whatever we should have appear in the character of citizen- ship must be wrought into that character through the schools." As those times were simple, so were their schools. But the curriculum of our schools has kept pace with the demand of our citizenship. When the war of 1861 burst upon us, it found a nation of civilians on both sides of the Potomac. That struggle was greatly prolonged, while " the boys in blue and in gray " were being transformed into soldiers. Taught by *Extract from Address of Mrs. Mary H. Hant, before the Committee on Edu- cation and Labor, United States Senate, in favor of the bill " Providing for the study of Physiology and Hygiene, and the effccte of intoxicating, narcotic, and poisonous substances upon the life, health, and welfare, by the pupils in the public schools of the Territories and of the District of Columbio, and in the Mili- tary and Naval Academies." f\'' 1S8 Platiiv)rii Prablb. that experience, many a State said, • Tliis must never Imppeu again,' and added military drill for many scliools. But a greater evil is in all our land, to-day, than the one that temporarily estranged us in ante-bellum days. Uncle Tom could say, "This body is Maasa Legree's slave, but this soul is God's free man.' No slave of alcohol can say that. Enslaveil soul and body are its victims, who are not an alien rane for none, with blessing for all. We, who to-day re- cord our votes for this bill, may not live to see its matured fruits. The world will move on much the same as before, but it will move upon a constantly ascending plane until it shall come at length, perhaps long after we are gone, into a clearer light, into a brighter hope, into a nobler, cleaner, and more lieneficent mode of living. We have it in our power here and now to confer untold blessings upon the future of our country, for which milliona now unborn shall rise up and call us blessed. Can we neglect so grand an opportunity, so imperative a duty? — Hon. Byron M, Cutcheon, 108. THB liOYAIi TKmPBHANCE liEOIOH. We're a temperance legion Singing as we come, Soldiers of an army Pledged to conquer rum. We're for home and mother, Ood and native land ; Grown up friend and brother, Give us now your hand. We're a gentle legion, In our sunny youth, Bearing as our weapons Only lo% e and truth. We're for home and mother, God and native land ; Grown up friend and brother. Give us now your hand. We're an earnest legion, For we surely know What destroys the father Is the children's foe. , far-roaching. It lan's business, con- I's habits, restricts wer of truth upon as beneficent in its 'ing. It will come Ve, who to-day re- to see its matured ame as before, but )lane until it shall ;one, into a clearer cleaner, and more V to confer untold for which milliona . Can we neglect ty? m M, Cutdham. B liEOIOn. ler, her, ler, bee, L Pl.ATKOBM PkaRLH. Ul Wo're for home and mother, (J(h1 mul itsitive land; Older friend and brother, Give us now your haacL We're an honest legion, Wearing colors true, lAke our country's emblem, Red and white and blue. We're for home and mother> Ood and native land ; Patriot friend and brother, Give ua loyal hand. We're a growing legion. By and by we'll stand Citizens and rulers, Ballots in our hands ; Tlien to home and country We will still be true. Vote for Prohibition, Grown up friends, will you? — Mary T. Lathrap. 109. THE TKRHORS OF KVIOTION. Have you ever thought about a woman being turned out of her house — the little cottage that covers her and her children? Can you picture — you who live in comfortable homes filled with light and warmth and books and joy — can you think of these people — human beings, our brothers and sisters, the poor mother, brave though her heart is breaking, huddling her little children about her, and the father, weak but loving, and loving all the deeper because he knows his weakness has brought them to this want and degradation, and little children, those of whom our Saviour said : "Suffer them io come unto me and forbid them not," there asking. "Mamma, where will we sleep to-night? "—can you picture that and then their taking themselves up and the woman putting her hand with undying love and faith in the hand of the man she swore to follow through good and evil report, and marching up and down the street — this pitiable procession — through the un- thinking streets, by laughing children and shining windows. 142 PLATrORM FBARLB. looking for a hole where, like the foxes, they may hide their poor heads ? My frier'ls, they talk to you about iH>rsonal liberty, that a man should have the right to go into a grog-shop and see this pitiable procession — now stopped - parading up and down our streets again. They talk to you ab«)Ut the sliades of Washing- ton, Monroe, and Jefferson I would not give one happy, rosy little woman, uplifted from that degradation — happy again in her home, with the cricket chirping on her hearthstone and her cliildren about her knee, her huslumd redeemed from drink at her side — I would not give one of them for all the shadea of all the men that ever contended since Cataline conspired and Geesar fought ! - i^^nry W. Grudy. 110. A NKW 80;«« OV SIXPENCE. Sing a song of ways and means, Nice good-natured man, With an empty ix)cketbook. Hits upon a plan. Gets a paper and a pen, Writes an application ; Gets it signed by twelve nice men Of decent grade and station ! When the paper's opened, 'TIb clearly understood. The whole thing is " conducive To the public good," Fellow buys his license, Pays his money down ; Isn't that an easy way Of lighting up a town ? Make the sidewalks wider, Make 'em wide and straight ; Sometimes men come reeling Homeward rather late — Once were babies cuddled tight, As though the love would smother ; Isn't this a pleasant sight To set before a mother? Sing a song of broken hearts. Hearts tliat break for sorrow ; qu sti la they may hide their moiiiil liberty, that a og-Hhop and seo this ling up and down our ) BliadeH of Washing- give one liappy, rosy ion — happy again in her hearthstone and redeemed from drinlt sm for all the shades Jataline conspired and ■ Henry W, Grudy. XPENC'IC. eans, i, ice men ion iicive ight ; ing tight, lid smother ; trts, jrrow : Fl-ATirOBM Pbakls. I-4.« ICyes that Icok thr«»ngh blinding tears For a bt'tt»i mori ow. Wlien the ih>11h are oiHJued, Tlie votes and dilnk go down ; Iwi't this a precious sight To set iH-fore a town ? Sing a song of ships afloat, Starry jtennanta wearing ; For a distant heathen port See them seaward bearing. Tracts and whisky casks aboard. Rum and salvation ; Tis a most consistent lUsh Before a Christian nation. Sing a song of woman's work, Women's faith and prayers ; Four and twenty duties, Four and twenty cares. Girls with sunny faces, Women with white hair ; Unions in the East and West, Unions everywhere, Working for a Christian cause. Men that cause delaying, Women with their ribbons white, Hopinj,', trusting, praying. When the Book is opened, Where creed and act accord, Won't this be a pleasant sight To set before the Lord V — Mra. N. 8. KUchel. Ill, THE POWKB OF HMJHTEOtlS I. AW. I am aware that legal penalties can not kill appetite, or quench inward dispositions. But if this is an objection to a penal statute in one instance, it is an objection in all instances. The law against murder cannot prevent the murderous disposition - the penalty for stealing, does not make one any lep*i a thief at heart. Law is not a moral and regenerating force ; it .s restriction, and has reference to overt acts. And in this capac- ii m PfcATFORM PKARI.1*. ity it in IcKiliiimlo ftiul oftU'iu'iouii niiywlun*' ; it Ih mo w lien it tonllHiiilt'H tlu' iiiiitl.'iiu'iits of llie gaiiH'Htfr, or wtopH llio triinic of tlie (Icalor in intoxloaliiiK driiikH. It »M'.oincH fvt'ry citi/.i'ii to exert all liiH iiittiu-nci' in croi-ting l.'nal Hafi'guanl« agaliiHl thoH«^ nionHtroiiH vIcch. It iw a Hluitncful incoMHisti'my that the law Hliould Itimy itH4'lf only with ronHWiiu-iu-cH, and ni'glift and t'v«>n foHtiT c-aiiKOH. It lfav«>H uiicarcd for tlu< IioIIhhIh of inii|- iiitv. and Hhntn up tht« vagrant and the thief. With t)ne han.l it li.eimeH a dram-shop, and with the other biiildH a gallowH. lleurei; u-hnr arc in»ir inflnence ami your rofr in thin mat- fgP f — Rer. Dr. K. Jf. ( 'hiiftiii. 1 m 113. THK OHKAT PIIOBLKItl. It wivH my great pleasure a few years ago to listen to an addrewi by Bishop Thohurn from Calcutta, India, tt) the gradu- ating clasB !it Painesville. Ohio, In it he said : "Life is full of problems, and education heliw us to solve them. The scholar is accustomed to sit down to his example. The more diftlcult it is, the more time and thought he inust consume in working it out. Does he give it up bccaum- it is difllcultV Never ! if he is the real scholar. Does he go to his class and say to the teacher, ' The easiest iirohlems I have solved, but the more difficult and intricate I have left until my mind is prepared to grasp them, and I feel more like studying them out. I find my classmates also diHiM)Hed to let them alone, so we have all concluded to do only what we are able easily and naturally to do.' " Shall we he such scholars in the great school of life ? One of the most intricate problerav set before us is this of the tem- perance question. Shall we I > ve it alone, or shall we, i" our quiet homes, study out the problem, and never rest until it is successfully solved ? You say it is intricate. Yes, there is the addition of woes, terrible beyond description. There is the subtraction of happi- ness beyond computation. Tliere is the multiplication of sor- rows and distresses, and there is the division of estates, of homes, of lives. Tliere are questions of profit and loss — profit to the saloon-keeper, to be balanced by loss to the nation, the iitate, the church, the community, and the home. There are questions of proportion ; if a saloon-keeper pays 1300, how many homes worth |3,000, |20.000, or $300,000 may iiiii I'LAfroUM l'KAUI,S. !«:. ere ; it Ih ho wlicn it •r, or HtopM llio triillio H'coincH cvfry fiti/.i'ii il Hitfi'guanlM iiKaiiiKl iicoiiHisli'iuy that the iiccH, mul ni'ulwt and : the hotU'dH of inii|- liff. With oiu" Iwmd luT biiiklK a t;allo\VB. ur viitr in lliln mat- l>r, K, U. i Imiiin. •H ago to Hfiten to an I, India, to tho gradu- said : ion ht'l|)8 us to solve lown to his example, ind thought he muat ,0 it up becauM' it in r. DoeB he go to his est problems I have e I have left until my el more like studying disjMmed to let them ily what we are able school of life? One us is this of the tem- le, or shall we, in our never rest until it is the addition of woes, ) subtraction of happi- multiplication of sor- livision of estates, of profit and loss— profit 088 to the nation, the lie home. a saloon-keeper pays 0.000, or $300,000 may \v ruini'd? How many manly forniM may he bring ti> drunk- •irds' grav«>H? How many niotlitTH' hearts may h«> break? How many children may he keep iMirefinit and starving through tliecoUl winter? Ah, Christian women, is the problem bt'yond our solving? Shall we not join hands and hearls and brains to stutly out this Btuiienilous (jucstion in its various niiitinns .■' lA't us call to our aid clear minds that liave given their \mit thought for years to its solution. I-^'t us chiH>se their words rather than our own in presenting Hichc thoughts to others. 1^'t us sit low at the feet of thes*' teachers and prove dili- gent and ready scholars. Let us ask the blessing of the Divine Teacher on our every effort, and seek His presence and lienediction first of all. — Mm. Nettie D. Femald. 113. A PKAVKB BV DR. DKKHIH. Look upon us, O (Jolossians 3:17, "What- soever ye do in word or deed, do all in the namo of the Lord Jesus." That is life's topmost round, its loftiest ideal, one that would carry with it happiness for others and for ourselves, and would bring out all the power there is in any one of us. If this is your ideal the forces of the universe are on your side ; there is a momentum from the great Parental Spirit of the world. No harm can come to you on any planet if the supreme la^v that gives unity to your life is this one Master. It is a very practical thing to carry out this law, and if we are sincere it will make Christ master of our money, master of our time, master of our tongues, master of our influence ; and if it does not, then what we claim concerning consecration is sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal, nothing more. The Master calleth : He calls by joy, and I have thought when that suffices He does not call by grief. The sunshine, not the storm, is the preferred method of approach by Him who weareth light as a garment. In my temperance work I often ask white-ribboners what enlisted them to fight this battle, and in nine cases out of ten I find it was the call of joy. Even as a lovely Southern woman said to me in a city of Virginia where I was forming a society, as she stepped forward to give me her name : " Just because my home has been so bright, because my husband and my sons never wish to spend an evening out, and have no habit that a woman might not cherish, I am glad to give my name and pledge my work. It is a token of my gratitude." But if we will not be won by the sweet South wind, then comes the tempest, and He who loves us too well to give up ealling, sends the call of grief. How many of us have sorrow- fully proved that this is true! What scars upon the heart, known perhaps only to God, t«8tify to the scourging of Him who doth not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men I Jenny land was asked what she thought about when she was singing, and with a rapt gaze she answered, " Oh, I al- ways sing to God ! " The words were eloquent ; they tell what evpry life should do — it should sing its noble psalm to God who gave it. He calls by opportunity. Tlie Foreign Missionary work — that blessed John the Baptist that prepares the way for women. Platform Pbari.s. 147 L1.ETH." iloeslans 3:17, "What- ;he name- of the Lord loftiest ideal, one that and for ourselves, and any one of us. If this re on your side ; there 1 Spirit of the world, t if the supreme law Master. It is a very id if we are sincere it , master of our time, luence ; and if it does isecration is sounding re. ', and I have thought grief. The sunshine, of approach by Him white-ribboners what nine cases out of ten I vely Southern woman vas forming a society, name : " Just because husband and my sons have no habit that a x> give my name and atitude." '^eet South wind, then IS too well to give up iuy of us have sorrow- scars upon the heart, the scourging of Him lie children of men I lught about when she answered, " Oh, I al- )quent ; they tell what ) noble psalm to God fn Missionary work — es the way for women. and opens highways to the great causes of home philanthrapy —the Woman's Home Missionary work, the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, with its beckoning hand and its stirring voice " For God and Home and Native Land," the Christian Endekvor Societies, workiftg so bravely "For Christ and the Church," the King's Daughters, with their glorious motto, " In His name" — He calls by opportunities like these, in a more winsome voice than Christian women ever heard before. Can any refuse to heed the call? - Frances E. Willard. 115. A WORD TO THb Tf'B. A word to the Y's, and what word shall it be as sufficient? The answer arises in my own heart ; the name of our or- ganization covers the case entirely — " Young Woman's Chris- tian Temperance Union "— the very first word of which sug- gests helpfulness, the second tactfuhiess, kindness, sympathy; the third, completeness ; the fourth, the immediate necessity for the practical application of these attributes, and the fifth, the continued need of united labor. The air is fuU of the sound of orp;anized effort, and titles and constitutions portray the objects for which the sociyties are formed, but none can mean more, or better meet the present social, moral, religious, educational, and, we might, add, municipal, requirements of eveiy town and hamlet, than the organization bearing the alwve name. Some will question, "Does it take the place of the Church ? " No ; but it comes forth from the Cliurch and is an extension of church work, under a name, which, by its very sound, protests against the greatest enemy of the Church. The Crusade Spirit, a baptism which fell upon the women in 1873, largely eliminated the " fear of man" from the hearts of those who had been "called," and Christian courage and forti- tude have long characterized the membership. Every God- inspired reform receives consideration and is practically set in motion by this organization ; it not only passes resolutions on questions the most trying and difficult out on the frontier of moral warfare, but dares to stand by them ; it plants its white banner, and then, clad in the "whole armor," "as good- natured as sunshine and as persistent as a Christian's faith," fights up to its colors. Tlio name, " King's Daughters," is most beautiful and uplifting. The name, "Christian Endeavor," suggests aggressive Christianity. Tlie name, ' ' Young Woman's 148 Pl.ATfOKM PeaBI-H. Christian Temperance Union," means all this and more : it means striking at the root of the greatest evil of our times ; it means personal self-denial ; it means espousing a:\ unpopular cause, and working for it ; it means to be willing to mai-ch in the grand army of the W. C. T. U., which is fighting with peaceable weapons for the total prohibtion of the liquor traffic ; for equal ar J an educated suiTrage ; for a living wage and proper working hours for men and women ; for social purity ; for the cause of peace and arbitration ; for the maintenance of scientific temperance instruction in public schools. It stands for the protection of boyhood and girl- hood in all stations of life, and if there is any other human need, however direful or unattractive, .as a direct or indirect result of intemperance and sin, for it the Woman's Christian Temperance Union dares to raise its voice. Dear young women because there is " a shadow on the home and many hearts are sad to-day," we ask you to read over the forty departments of the National W. C. T. U., then look around you, and before Gtod ask your conscience if there is not a need-be for each one, and question your hearts. " Have I come to the Kingdom for such a time as this ; for such righte- ous demands as these ? " and may you count it a privilege with- out delay to join our ranks, and to say : '* Let my life be given me at my petition and my people at my regfCrd." " Here am I, Lord: send me." — Frances J, Barnes, 116. WHAT Wllili THE JPARITIER DO I The assumption that the American farmer haa reached the limit of his market for all the grain he raises not used in the drunkard-making industry is contradicted wherever there can be found a hungiy, half-fed man, woman, or child. The limit has not been reached — and it is a crime to assert it — when there exists a half -starved human being witlv'n the range of the white sails and the smoking engines of American commerce. What is the farmer to do with his surplus grain ? We com- mend to The Gazette the world of meaning in the answer of the Kansas farmer to a similar question propounded by an anti-Prohibition orator: "We will raise more hogs and less hell!" Most emphatically, Prohibitionists do not propose to destroy all this and more : it t evil of our times ; it pousing a' I unpopular >e willing to march in i'hich is fighting with m of the liquor traffic ; ; for a living wage id women ; for social arbitration ; for the instruction in public of boyhood and girl- f there is any other Lttractive, .as a direct and sin, for it the lares to raise its voice, shadow on the home c you to read over the C. T. U., then look nscience if there is not our hearts. " Have I 1 this ; for such righte- lunt it a privilege with- '* Let my life be given regtCrd." " Here am I, - Frances J, Barnes. ARinER DO? 'armer haa reached the ( raises not used in the xd wherever there can in, or child. The limit ime to assert it — when r\g with'n the range of )f American commerce, rplus grain ? We com- aning in the answer of bn propounded by an ise more hogs and less not propose to destroy Platfohm Peauls. 149 !i the farming industry. On the contrary, they would give it a greater imjietus. What tariff, high or low, would begin to benefit the American farmer like the existence about him of a community free from saloons and drunkards, with every meni- l)er eating hia three full meals a day, possessing his two or more good siuts of clothes and sleeping under his sheets and blankets made from the products of the farm? Drink burdens th(> farm- er hy increasing, his taxes. Drink narrows his markets just in proportion to the poverty and number of the drinkers. Ban- ish saloons and saloon legislators and you ojien to the farmer the flood-gates of prosperity. — The Voice. lit. THE WHITE RIBBON ARMV. Encircle the world with a riboon ! A beautiful ribbon of white, The badge of the temperance women, Tlie emblem of freedom and right ; Of freedom from bitterest bondage, The terrible bondage of drink. That binds down the glory of manliood. And fastens a heart in each link. Heai the pitiful wail of the children ! And list to the mother's low moan. Wives weep in the anguish of sorrow : Oh, what for such woes can atone ? Love, truth, and home life are shattered. And hope now lies crushed at the feet Of the demon who tramples uiwn them — Every tie that made living so sweet. Shall no standard be lifted against him, This foe that spreads ruin and shame. And sullies our star-spangled banner By plying his trade in its name ? O yes ! for while temperance women Have power to speak for the right, We'll encircle the world with our ribbon. Our beautiful ribbon of white. — Marian W. Hubbard. 160 Platform Pearls. 118. THE VOUK OF M'IKN* K. I am recording a iratter of history — of i)er8onal histciy — on this question when I say that I, for one, had no thought of alcohol except asaftxKi. I thought it narmed us. 1 thoxight it gave additional strength. I thought it enabled us to endure mental and bodily fatigue. I thought it cheered the heart, and lifted up the miii-I into greater activity. But it so happened that I was asked by the British Medical Association to study the action of alcohol along with a whole series of chemical bodies, and to investigate their bearing in relation to each other. And so I took alcohol from the shelf of my laboratory, as I might any other drug or chemical there, and I asked it, in the course of experiments extending over a long period, " What do you do?" I asked it, " Do you warm the animal body when you are taken into it ? " The reply came invariably, " I do not, except as a mere flush of surface excitement. Tliere is, in fact, no warming, but, on the contrary, an effect of cool- ing and chilling the body." Tlien I turned round to it in another direction, and asked it, " Uo you give muscular strength ? " I test it by the most rigid analysis and experimr at I can adopt, I test muscular power under the influence of it in various forms and degrees, and its reply is, " I give no mus- cular strength." I turn to its effect uiwn the organs of the body, and find that while it expedites the heart's action it reduces tonicity ; and turning to the nervous system I find the same reply— that is to say, I find the nervous system more quickly worn out under the influence of this agent than if none of it is taken at all. I ask it, " Can you build up any of the tissues of the body? " The answer again is in the nega- tive — " I can build nothing. If I do any tiling I add fatty mat- ter to the body ; but that is a destructive agent, piercing the tissuos, destroying their powers, and muJiing them less active in their work." Finally, I sum it all up. I find it to be an agent that gives no strength, that reduces the lone of the blood- vessels and heart, that reduces the nervous power, that builds up no tissues, can be of no use to me or any other animal aa a Bubetance for food. On that side of the question niy mind is made up — that this agent, in the most moderate quantity, is perfectly useless for any of the conditions of life to which men Platform Pkart^S. 161 l)er8onal histoiy — had no thought of med us. 1 thought labled us to endure ?ered the heart, and But it so happened Lssociation to study series of chemical in relation to each If of my laboratory, e, and I asked it, in er a long period, 1 warm the animal ply came invariably, e excitement. Tliere ry, an effect of cool- •ned round to it in ^ou give muscular ysis and experimr at : the influence of it 'is, "I give nomus- 1 the organs of the the heart's action it )us system I find the ;he nervous system e of this agent than n you build up any again is in the nega- liing I add fatty mat- i agent, piercing the ing them less active . I find it to be an the tone of the blood- is power, that builds tty other animal as a juestion niy mind is Moderate quantity, is of life to which men are subjected, except under the most exceptional conditions, which none but skilled observers need declare. — Bei\jamin Ward Richardson, M.D.* 1 19. " COinPtJIiSORV MOKALITY." All men will not do right ; that is, a great many will not — they are wrong-headed, black-hearted, an go in for securing to themselves the largest possible share of sensual gratification at the smallest cost of labor or exertion. Which then is to be pre- ferred—that these men should continue t<> do wrong with impunity and seeming advantage at the cost of the general weal ; or that the law should interpose to bar the path in which they choose to tread ? \ ^t to do this latter is just what is stig- matized as " compulsory morality." We don't see how penal laws can enforce any other than " compulsory " morality, nor what they are required for if not for just this. — Horace Orecley. 130. THB POLITICIAN'S WAUi. Oh, I wish I could ride two horses Both going different ways ; I wish I could act on two stages Both running different plays t I wish I could talk free silver To the wild and woolly West, While I shriek in the I^Jast for the yellow dust That the Eastern man loves best ! I love to " smile " with the rummy Or walk with the dry Prohib., Or fix to please the Populist A neat little two per cent. fib. I wish I could please all parties, I wish I could tic :le all men. So the points of the compass would all combine To run me for office again I But they jam me into a comer And say I must do or die. Must show my nettle, define my views. And let my baimers fly ! * Ex-Presldent of the Medical Society of London, Fellow of the Roy«l Society, Fellow of the Royal College of Phygiclans, etc. 153 Platform Pearls. Oh, where'B my occupation If this country means to rise And tear from our records and language books That good word, "temporize V" I envy the little tree-toad Whose tough, elastic hide Takes the hue of the stone or twiglet Where he doth, pro tem, abide. Unblamed — oh, wasteful nature, Confer that gift on me, For I am a patriot leader Who lov^his salaree ! -Edna C. Jackson. lai. THK TEBIPEBANCE ABM*. Recitation for Eight Boys. FIRST BOY. We've joined the Temperance Army, and the drink we mean to fight ; , J ■ 1 *. We've all enlisted early on the side of truth and right. We're healthy, strong, and sturdy, and a« time goes fleetmg If God^doth spare our lives, we'll grow in stature tall and And w^'e'f go on as we've begun, and fight for freedom still. We'U be loyal temperance soldiers -yes, that we will 1 SECOND BOY. Brave and obedient we must be, and prompt at Duty's word. NoTar mu^dwell within the hearts by love and pity stirred ■. As soldiers here you find us, ready, every one, to fight UntU our foe, the tyrant Drink, is put to shameful flight ; ^oXrs we saMe you-and we wish that every one Wo^d join our Temperance Army, till our glorious work is done ! THIRD BOY. We all beUeve in order, and we're proud of this o"r band- We're trim and neat and steady, a« we struggle heart and For shoulder unto shoulder, side by side, we boys remain. We wheel to right, we wheel to left, and now we halt agam ! T iguage books ;let ■ Edna C. Jackson. i ARinv. 'oys. i the drink we mean ith and right. [ as time goes fleeting ,w in stature tall and tit for freedom still. 1, that we will 1 )mpt at Duty's word. T love and pity stiiTed ■. :y one, to fight o shameful flight ; h that every one 11 our glorious work is id of this our band — we struggle heart and e, we boys remain, id now we halt again ! Platfouh Pkabls. 1&3 We HhoHldrr arms and arms present ; and striving hard are we To make the Temperance Army just as strong aa strong can bel FOURTH BOY. Of course we have some music just to cheer us on our way, So here we lift our bugles ! Would you Uke to hear us play ? Or watch us as we sound the fifes, the comet, and the drum ? With notes of triumph, and of peace, the Temperance soldiers come. , Roll, roll your drums, my comrades, till a mighty host we win — , • . xi • I And send the bugle-call to young and old, and bring them in I FIFTH BOY. Lift up the Temperance banner, let its folds shine out on high ; O children, lift it upward -upward to the smiling sky 1 Hurrah for these our colors ! all the world shall see them glow- We'U wave our flag, our Temperance flag, in the face of Drink, our foe ; , . i We'U plant our standard everywhere, and spread oiu: fearless Till sober homes and happy hearts are known throughout the land ! SIXTH BOY. With dauntless spirits, hero-like, forever may we go. We're not afraid in freedom's cause to strike a steady blow ; We're not afraid of mocking, for we cry with a steadfast wiU : " We WiU not touch nor taste the drink that worketh harm and ill ! " At every point we'U fight it, and we'U never, never yield : We'll charge it all together, and we'U drive it from the field ! SEVENTH BOY. Tliis dav we come recruitmg for the army of the true 1 Whate'er your name, whate'er your place, our ranTss have need of you : , n. Please sign our pledge-book, join our band, come forward to our aid — . Now, now become a soldier in the Abstinence Brigade ; 1B4 FulTrOBU PlASLB- Our hands to you we'U aU hold out, our welcome high shall sound ; . , j i Come, join our growing army that will help the weak around ! EIGHTH BOY. Our strength is in uniting ; if we muster one and all, The powers of Drink that wrong our earth shaU yet enfeebled fall ; . 1 11 K„ The drunkard's chain shall be no more, the captive shall be And vice 'and want and trembling fear before our ranks shall Come, gather, gather, one and all, until the strife be done ; By work and prayer we'U conquer yet and march victorious on! ALL. Come, Temperance Boldiers, muster in life's morting glad and bright, . We'll gather, gather, side by side, and marcn to wm me fight 1 (Tlieu leave the platform in marching order, one by one.) ^ — Mra. Hayeraft. 133. THB 8AII.OR liAD. It was a sailor, brown and young, Whose ship had just sailed by ; Its fair white sails were proudly swelled. Its great, dark hull was lightly held. And, with the rippling waves did weld. As swept its prow around a curve. Without a single wavering swerve ; And anchored safe did lie. For many days the good ship had Battled with wind and main ; Storms had assailed, great winds did blow. Calms had entangled in their slow And weary currents, ice and snow Tried to enshroud her in their bands ; Pirates attacked her in far lauds ; Yet here she was again. Her captain was a stem, good man. Eight worthy of his place ; welcome high shall p the we&k around 1 me and all, I shall yet enfeebled the captive shall be efore our ranks shall e strife be done ; nd march victorious I's morL'ing glad and march to win the )rder, one by one.) — Mr». Hayeraft. by; swelled, leld, I weld, rve, jrve; 1 in; 1 did blow, w w bands; ds ; lan. Platform Pkabls. 155 His men were all brave, tried, and truo, Who loved their ship and ocean blue, And little else of life they knew But that which centered round the life Or "'iip, and mother, home, or wife. Or of the little face That watched for him while far he sailed Along the boimdlesB main ; Who counted hours, and weeks, and days, And numbered all his little plays. And all bin small life's sunshine rays. By "When my father's ship comes bacK Tliere's nothing pretty I shall lack — When he comes home again." But now the proud ship was at home. At liberty the men, Who, through the heat and throuf the cold, Through dangers that were never A, Had borne their trials, brave and bold. And faced grim death and gaunt despair, And now seemed walking in the air ; " They were at home again ! " And all the men who'd wives and babes, Hastened bUthe away. And left this young brown sailor lad, And who no wife nor infant had. But whose old mother, blind and sad. Waited at home in her old chair. Waited with many a fervent prayer. For his return that day. On shore he stood, so brown, so strong, A pleasant sight was he ; No brighter eyes were ever seen. No face of nobler, sweeter mien. No better boy was there, I ween ; No heart was truer or more gi-and. In any mansion in the land. Than this lad from the sea. IM Platform Teaklb. He wiiH ft boy, no more than that, What wonder that ho fell ; When every street and rumBhoi) door, And every little bedecked store, Persuasive sights, showed o'er and o'er, And l)egged him to go in — To drink, and steep himself in sin ! They were the mouths of hell. And he was roblx-d ; the little store That he had slow'y won, Tliat for his mother Iw. had brought, Tliat meant to much of love and thought. Of comfort in her blindness sought — All now was gone ; he saw the theft, And, like a beast of whelps bereft, He struck ! The deed was done ! Then, trembling in a vague alarm. He looked ui)on his hands ; While round his feet a circling flood Crept slowly, as he dumbly stood ; And this dark circle — it was blood I Dark and sinister it lay, Circling about him every w ay, And forming linked bands. The sight of that dark, awful stain, Was worse than of the dead, Who lay there prone, with pallid face. And form that matched the baneful place, And from his breast that bubbling race. Of pouring blood that circled round. And wrought new figures on the ground, And filled him with sore dread. A little while he trembling stood. As a baby tottering stands. Bewildered by the horrid sight. And then before him all grew night, His gleaming knife the only light ; But when his senses came again, Platform Pkaiiu*. 157 door, id o'er, Binl hell. >rp ght. thought, ;ht — I theft, reft, i done ! m, i; lood d; ood \ » s. ain, ad, id face, leful place, ing race, round, the ground, dread. 3d, Is. night, ;ht ; ain, And ho could wo a little |)liun. Hifi hiindH woroclaHiM>d in iron ImndM. • » • • • A mother, jMile, and bent, ami blind. Knelt in a jiriwrn cell, Anil kiHsed thoBO brown and Hturdy handH, That now were cla«iwd in iron ImndB, That toiled so brave in many lands ; That never had an action done That wjiH not right, except this one. In that red gate of hell ! The iKX)r old, Hhrunken, wglitlefls eyes Had not a tear to Hhed ; Dry, labored BobH BJuwk her old frame. And through them burned the awful shame That now had fallen on her name ; Yet, in all her sorrow, none Heard her blame that prisoned son, Who sat with landed head. Too well she knew the pitfalls that The law allows to lie Unchecked, imheeded, everywhere. That catch unwary footsteps there. Like some wild tiger in its lair ; Tliut lay their toils to trap within The very ones least prone to sin. And gloating, see them die. She had no hope ; red-handed he Was taken in the act ; Tho he was drunk, thatr could not save, And, tho he killed a thievish knave. He now must fill a felon's grave ; No hope was there for this poor lad, Who, tho he sinned, was not all bad ; The law must go by fact. 'Twas done ! 'twas done 1 that bonny lad Wliose ship had just sailed in — That handsome youth, his mother's pride, Who, for one moment self -beside. 108 PLATrOHM PKAHLH. Had sinned when dnink, had shamed diiMl ; Whih- thoHe wlio wt-ro the guilty ojh'h. Wliose hcartH iiro hanl »w ncthiT Htoncs. Cried, "We iiave punislied sin." And now a low and utimiirkt'd grave, Another close beside, Hhows where low lies the sailor lad. The only one his motlier had, The boy whose heart was weak, not l«ul. Who liad a dread and awful end, With none but one poor, weak, blind friend ; Wliile sin still lives in pride. l'knvoi. Oh I friends, maybe to-iuorrow you A sailor boy may have. Whose ship is sailing home again. Whose heart is beating love's refrain, Whose young life you would spare from pain ; Tlien join, with prayerful hearts and true. And vote our Prohibition through. And thus your own boy save ! — Olive Harper, 133. FOB UOU AND HOmB. Behind were rent hearts stee[wd in tears : Around, the day grown black with wo ; Before them lay the curse of years Feeding on all they loved below. And what were they ? A feeble band Of women weak, their loved ones gone t They breathed a prayer, they heard a voice : • • Strike for thy loved ! Press on. press on ! " For God they raised their standard high ; For home they pressed against the foe : The curse sent out itH horrid cry, And raised its head as for a blow. What could these fragile women then ? The hope from them was well-nigh torn : stri tioi wh ger ofl Btri wh isc ab wh wh am tici lioi wJ sac ret th. tmed died ; ty OJM'H, T Htiincs, I ttin." « * ravo, ad. not l>ad. id, , blind friend ; le. .* This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling. Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies 1 I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus. The cries of agony, the endless groan. Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song. And loud, amid the universal clamor. O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. I hear the Florentine, who from his palace AVheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din. And Aztec priests upon their teocallis Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent's skin ; The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting suell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. *By permleBion of Eoughton, MlflUn 4 Co. 11 ..1^ iiS:;; $ % Jl 163 Platform Pearlh. Is it, O man, with such discordant noises. With such accursed instruments as th"- , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error. There were no need of arsenals or forts : Tlie warrior's name would be a name abhorred I And every nation, that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain ! Down the dark future, through long generations. The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace [ " Peace I and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful aa songs of the immortals. The holy melodies of love arise. — H. W. Longfellow. 136. SHAIil. mOTHERS VOTE1 When at the fireside a question that has to do with the best interests of the home is discussed we say, " Mother, what is your opinion? " Mother speaks her opinion, and what has she done? She has voted. Her opinion thus expressed is an oral vote in the government of that home. An aggregation of homes constitute the general government, and all rightful govern- mental questions are home questions. Now a day comes when the opinion of this home needs be aggregated with the opinion of a thousand other homes. I'hen mother writes yes or no on a slip of paper and drops it in the ballot-box. That constitutes the formula of a legal vote. Who assumes to say that mother shall not express her opinion ? He who in childhood cried for mother, and would accept only her knowledge of his need. In the broader home of the world's activity does he need her opinion less ? Blessed would be the nation if it were as safely counseled. — Rollo K. Bryan. es, Sly voices, Id with terror, amps and coiirtu. a error, rts: bhorred I ain ead if Cain! »nerations, L then cease ; irations say, "Peace!" portals IS the skies ! -H. W. Longfellow. i VOTE I las to do with the best ay, " Mother, what is ion, and what has she is expressed is an oral 1 aggregation of homes I all rightful govem- of this home needs be id other homes. ITien )er and drops it in the 1 of a legal vote. Who iress her opinion ? He would accept only her r home of the world's Blessed would be the — Rollo K. Bryan. Platform Pkabls. XVA 127. Oiv CBKTAIN ADJK< TIVES. \ " gmeronK " liquor ! Ah, if generous Let it return, of what it steals from us. At least one-tenth ! - one soul for every ten In mercy let it render back agam ; One-tenth of all the homes, the land the gold, The peace, the joy, its close-mouthed coffers hold ! You sneer, you generous liquor. Well you know AH things to get and nothing to let go. •' Generous," forsooth ! " A royal bumper ! " " Royal ? " Yes a king Whose reign means serfdom. There's no sacred thmg This " royal " liquor fails to override, Anc^ w lielm in fiendish lust and hateful pride. His regnant scepter bends, and at the sign Men yield themselves the crawling slaves of wme. His throne is built of broken hearts, his crown Gleams red with stars from heaven fallen down. " Royal," indeed ! .. A sparkling goblet ! " Yes, yes ! - all abl^e With horrid hell's most haggard, ghastly rays. The light of happy eyes turned to despair, The flash of hate, the eating flame of care, The glitter of a madman's awful eyes. The dying light that stabs one as it dies -- Hence does the " sparkling goblet " get the glow And radiant glances that delight men so. " Sparkling," foi-sooth ! " Strong" drink, " strong" drink ! Well may wecall It strong That drags so many myriad men headlong Down wo's most awful path to dreadful dealh. That shatters happj households at a breath. And fastens with its hot and crooked hands On temple roof and spire that loftiest stands While marts and studios and statesmen s hall^ It levels to the slime wherein it craw s. " Strong " drink, indeed 1 And " rare old spirits ! " Ah, how many a prayer Beseeches God that they become more rare . Ifvt Platform PEAniiS. Rare — till the widow's tears less common are ; Rare- - till dismantled homes are fe\> er far ; Rare —till the children's a>ibs, the wives' despair, The drunkard's dreadful anguish, grow more rare ". Brothers, to v.ork I to work with laud and will, And make these " rare old spirits" rarer still ! Qod for the right ! — Amos R. Wells, in "Golden Rule.'' m 188. MIDNIGHT 8CKNK8 OF A f purity lest this im- c was an awful hour I be cold waves of Jor- w8 of eternity bad al- ire long she must an- Bcene must ever abide th the odor of opium, lan. Her eyes were more than a skeleton, er relatives, imploring e to her; but the hearts forgiveness. She had Qe that for generations came through a wom- 5ubt not had the boy tterance of rep<»ntance iims. But a woman — jiveness for her ? No- of old found it, at the world a lesson when and said, " He that is t a stone." Then with of his followers should bade her " go, and sin !ven by Christians, as a )ne ; but if the Son of i was spotless and free on a penitent woman, used to come to her. I , to sustain her in this bable darkness. Platform Peahu). 1«7 If there is a sight in the world that will cause stout hearts to fail, it is to see a frail, wretched, miserable i.uman wreck, trembling with fear and frantic with grief, afraid to die! Standing on the brink of Eternity about to launch out into the great unknown, with the Star of Hope, the last friend of man, forever set upon the horizon of life, with human strength gone, yet afraid to die ! Here was I with a fellow creature, a sister, who in her better days and perhaps even now, had like longings and yearn- ings with myself. Longings for a purer and better life ; yearn- ings for 'lome loves and the sight of dear ones ; but forsaken by all save the Chinese with whom she had lived, she was left to " climb the midnight hill alone." She passed " Out of life's history Into death's mystery." This book of a young life, with many unwritten chapters, was closed and sealed with the stamp of death. The written chapters of that life, penned in sorrow and shame, and signed in human blood, should be read by all who helped to make it possible for such a fate to overtake even the weakest of our xsce. — Jessie A, Ackerman. 129. ONE BEAUTV OF CIVIUKATION.* With all the means and appliances that progress has brought to aid the spread of the Gospel, it has surely raised up immense obstacles to that Gospel. Civilization has been so largely in- spired and directed by physical needs and appetites that the physical man has waxed fat at the expense of the spiritual. But civilization has done worse than this. In ministering to bodily appetites, it has debauched nature, creating imnat- ural cravings, adding, as it were, fuel to the flames ; so that society to-day is menaced by an evil that has had no equal since the hordes of savage Huns swept down to the destruction of Roman civilization —an evil not external, but which feeds and grows upon the vital forces of society itself. If any other power under heaven wrought such havoc and ruin /• -nong us as is daily and hourly wrought by all the varied formh of intem- perance—if any other power, I say, killed so many men ♦From a sermon at Deems Memorial Chapel, Prohibition Park. 168 Platform Pbarlh. by Huch awful forms of death, wrecketl so many homes, rained so many lives, scattered so much disease, created so much i)ov erty and squalor, made so many criminals, comraitt'd so many murderous crimes, destroyed such fabulous sums of national wealth ; that ixjwer would be hanged high as Haman if it took the national government to do it. If it were any other power cities would call out their reserves, the States would call out the militia, the President would call out the national guar.l and the people would rise as one man, and throttle the fiend, it it cost the last drop of blood to do it. But ;vhat do we see? The nation, the states, the cities, the villages, "or the most part sitting complacently by, watching the bloody orgies of this Polyphemus of Intemperance without lifting a fli-.ter against him 1 We call ourselves a Christian people, and we b^and this thing ' We talk of the unspeakable Turk because once m a decade or so he feels plethoric, opens the national veins, ^nd sheds a few thousand of Christian lives. It makes a difference where the killing is done, and who does it. If it is across the sea and by heathen Kurds, we rage; and the myriad tongues of the press cry out, " Why does not somebody stop it ? England is a craven coward ! Russia is brutish ! Germany has no con- science ' What is the world coming to, when such things can l^, under the very eyes of Europe t " But as the horrible tale of death and ruin wrought by intemperance is served to us every morning with our cakes and coffee, we pass over the sickening story, growling against the public press that ha« be- come the news agency for crime and lust and blood And we walk calmlv along the streets by the very dens whence this stream of death is flowing, without a qualm, without a word, without a sign. This is one of the beauties of nineteenth cen tury Christian civilization. - Rev. Chas. B. Kingsley. 130. A KKIMEDV WITHIN REACH. Yes the church has tailed us. Thousands within its ranks axe with us ; from pulpit and pe / they have stretched forth to us the helping hand, have given us the kindly sympathetic word ■ yet the fact remains, that the overwhelming majorities -the' great masses of the church-men and women-are un- moved by. and indifferent to the great reforms ive plead. To them the gi-eat tempert-nce reform has as little personal intei-- est a*> the .lonhlo lines of canals on the planet of Mars ; and iutellii the otl If t the d€ the wi they 1 all vill deacoi votes long ! withh tered stubb — tha " Trai woulc equal wouk amen Platform Pkahls. 109 many homes, rained reatedsomuch ikjv- coniraitt'dBomany 18 sums of national asHamanif it took ;re any other power, ;ate8 would call out the national guard, 1 throttle the fiend, if it vhat do we see? jCB, 'or the most part loody orgies of this ting a flitter against le, and we b^and this k because once in a ) national veins, iind It makes a difference t. If it is across the he myriad tongues of )dy stop it ? England Germany has no con- vhen such things can it as the horrible tale ■ance is served to us ee, we pass over the jlic press that has be- t and blood. And we jry dens whence this aim, without a word, ties of nineteenth cen Chas. B. Kingsley. N REACH. sands within its ranks have stretched forth to le kindly sympathetic erwhelming majorities I and women — are un- reforms %ve plead. To 18 little personal inter- e planet of Mars ; and intelligent men and women often know ns much of one as of the other. If the great masses of the church knew of, and cared for the degradation and destruction — the misery and misrule — the wreck and wretchedness caused by the liquor traffic — if they knew, and if they cared, how long would that " sum of all villainies " be throned in power by votes of bishop, preacher, deacon, and Sunday-school superintendent — equally with the votes of brewer, distiller, and saloon-keeper V Not long, not long ! So, too, woman reaching out for her just inheritance, withheld in the clear light of a knowledge that long ago scat- tered the darkness of barbarism — that long ago untwisted the stubborn perversions of Scripture aJwjiys used against woman — that long ago tore into veriest shreds the unfair, illogical " Traditions of men, taught for the commandments of Ood," would every pulpit thunder forth its demands that simple, equal justice be done to her as to her brothers — how long would she be taxed without representation? How long be amenable to laws, unto which she had given no consent? How long bear the burdens and responsibilities of a partnership that yields returns to others, but none to her? How long face anguish and rial death at the will oi: another to give life to the child in whom she must hold but a secondary claim — the hope cherished beneath her heart, that through the condi- tions of society in which she has had no voice — may become the torture of that heart. Tendencies transmitted — tempta- tions legalized by the fatherhood that deliberately dooms its own offspring to destruction. Well does the liquor traffic understand the hostility of every true mother heart to the wily foe that would destroy her boy. How natural than the utterance sent forth from the Brew- ers' Congress, "We are always and everywhere opposed to woman's political enfranchisement." The old political parties know full well that they must not offend that arrogant oligarchy if they would ride into power with triumphant majorities ; hence the silence of fair minded, intelligent politicians on this vital theme. But who wiU rise to explain to us the silence of the church on this question ? Joseph Cook says, "As lightning to the oak, is woman's ballot to the rum traffic." The rum traffic is the deadly foe to morality and religion. The ballot in woman's hand would rend this 170 Platfohu Peablb. Iramc asuuder a« liglitning ii-ndn the oak. Yet the mati;.e8 of divines, officials, and lueuibers by inertia and opposition render this means to the end for which they pray, as yet impossible. Here again has the church failed us ; and failed the cause we love — and our sorrow and soreness of heart are com- mensurate with the tender memories of " Her sweet CA)mmunion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise." But, dear comrades, there is one who has never failed I In the midst of smarting wounds received in the house of friends, how radiant and resplendent shines that character, tender, true, and just — ever woman's friend— the adorable — the beloved Christ — Son of Mary, and Son of God t With tliis Tower of Strength into which we may flee ; with this Shadow of a Great Rock in a weary land; with this "Present Help" in every hour of need; with this "Elder Brother" and Captain of our Salvation leading the way, why should we fear or falter — why cry or complain? Shall we not rather take up Paul's ecstatic pajan "We are more than conquerors through Him that loved us. Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things past, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." — Clara C. Hoffman. 131. PEACB HYUIN OF THE BEPUBIilC. There's a voice across the nation like a mighty ocean-hail. Borne up from out the southward, as the seas before the gale ; Its breath is in the streaming flag and in the flying sail— As we go sailing on. 'Tis a voice that we remember — ere its summons soothed aa now — When it rang in battle-challenge, and we answered vow with vow ; With roar of gun, and hiss of sword, and crash of prow and prow — As we went sailing on. Our hope sank, even as we saw the sun sink faint and far ; As C Whc Wei O vc O vc Sine 1 ] desc syst ally but can can acr He as ( the the wo mc ou Yet the mat«:.e8 of id opjwsition render OH yet impossible, ml failed the cause of heart are com- n vows, as never failed t In the house of friends, t character, tender, -the adorable — the GodI 1 we may flee ; with ry land ; with this ; with this " Elder iding the way, why plain V ecstatic psean "We at loved us. Neither Lies, nor powers, nor t, nor depth, nor any 18 from the love of Clara C. Hoffman. REPVBIilC. ighty ocean-hail, seas before the gale ; the flying sail — summons soothed ob ) answered vow with nd crash of prow and ink faint and far ; FLATFOiUl PKARLS. 171 The Ship of State went groping through the blinding smoke of war ; Through blackest midnight lurching, all uncheered of moon or star. Yet sailing, sailing on. Ah One who spake the dead awake, with life-blood leaning warm. Who walked the troubled waters, idl unscathed, in mortal form. We felt our Pilot's presence, >vith His hand upon the storm — As we went sailing on. O voice of passion, lulled to insace, this dawning of to-day ; O voices twain, now blent as one, ye sing all fears iiway. Since foe and foe are friends, and lo ! the Lord, as glad as they — He sends us sailing on. — Javies Whitcomb Riley, 132. AN APPKAI. FO« THE HOnE. To-day tlie liquor traffic is destroying the home. It is impossible to estimate the waste, the ruin, the utter desolation in the home and the nation by the liquor license system. The whole traffic is evil, evil only, and that continu- ally. Not only are many homes darkened by this wasting curse, but every home is imperiled. Lace curtains and satin tapestries can not keep out the demon of rum any more than can the cambric shades of the cottage. ' He drags his serpent length across velvet carpets, as well as over the bare earth of the hovel. He steals up the marble staircase and along gilded halls, as well as down dark passageways to underground dens of squalor and \vretchedne8S. Tamerlane, the Conqueror, asked for one hundred and sixty tliousand skulls with which to build his monument. He got them and built a pyramid. Suppose we gather the skulls of all the victims of rum ; it would build a pyramid so vast that Tamerlane's would be as a mole hill beside it, and its apex would pierce the clouds. Oh the victims of rum ! They are found in our homes. In our homes did I say ? In the homes of the whole world. The ttl Platkobm Pkablb. motlier-heurt of tl»e world crit-H out in anguish. Wh.-ro w then- help V Where in tJie HtronK arm that will cnwh this f«K« ? Where w the i)ower that will reiiiHtute mauluxHl, protwt the weak, comfort the sorrowing, give back to the l)ereave? Whero ihI, protwt the weak, R'reiived their hoin; in 11 of the people them- ly liiH wonders to por- theuiHelvt'H there unwt spirit, a higher, purer ' man's relation to his to God.— Mrs. Je»aie of Mothers' Meetings. lOAt. OPTION. or prohibition and is rhe enforcement of its hands of officers who ■ent to it. Tlie conse- with unlawful liquor em from their hidings. ojienly sell their illicit )fflcial8 look on quietly slightest effort to stop ting carnivals, assaults arrest is seldom made, ion triumph and grow jlence. All the while, and discuss tlie deplor- moking their pipes or o, and lament the fact r admit that the saloon ; not once thinking it unciation or lift their f I were a man I would If the men of this coun- the enforcement of law, the ballot and let them not cigarette-poisoned, pecimens of the maacu- man~but, men 1 pure IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 4 / ■€??. A I 1.0 I.I ■^ !■■ 12 2 1^ 2.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 16 ^ 6" — ► ^3 ¥^^ o / Photographic Sciences Corporation 4 \ V "% V m c\ \ '4^%'^ A 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 • ^9? '* ^ Cip ^^, & ^ f/i c CIHM/ICMH Microfiche Series. CIHM/ICMH Collection de microfiches. Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductlons / Institut Canadian de microreproductions historlques Platform Pearls. i;;5 in mind, upright in heart, blameloHK in life! Men honest lugh t;, liveL truth ; courageous enough to sutler forpnn- c pie ; unselfish enough t« sink personal interest m the welfare of th; community. Men who honor true citizenship! Men whl are loyal to the church of ChriBt ! Men who are willing Tostand by word and deed, for righteous legmlation the puri- fication of politics and the abolition of the ^-IjJ^-^^ 134. «SROUND OUT BV A <:KANK. I'd rather be dumb. And always mum. Than pray like some, " Thy Kingdom come," Then vote for rum. rd rather be blind And often maligned And 8i)eak my mind Than be behind An age of this kind. I'd rather be frank And called a "crank," Not known at the bank. Than stand on a plank Both rotten and rank. The cranks of to-day Have come to stay ; To vote and pray In the selfsd.rae way Till they turn the day. The crank is bold Like Daniel of old When put in to hold The lions, we're told, Were badly sold. No wonder, I own, He was left alone, Composed, as is known, Like cranks, full-grown. Of grit and backbone. — C. M. 174 Plmfokm Pearls. 135. THAT'S Till!: UIESTIOIV. In a lone house — a suiall house f luiiishetl bare — there sat a tliin, pallid woman dressed in meager garments, through which the cold wind blew in fitful gusts. Annmd her were huddled thi-ee thin, pale, half-starved children. There was no food in the pantry, no fuel in the stove. Why was this the case? Ah ! that's the question. In a low grog shop in the neighboring hamlet, surrounded by a crowd of drunken men, there sat a being tliat had been a man. He was besotted with rum. His bloated face was buried in his red hands. He was asleep. He was a drunkard. Why was he a drunkard : Ah! that's the question. "Mother, why doesn't father come home?" asked one of the three pale cluldren of the pallid woman in the lonely house. Ah ! that's the question. "I will start out for him and bring him home, mother," ex- claimed the child. " Brave boy ! " replied the parent, between her sobs. And so in the cold dark night the fearless child went out. But why was this midnight and perilous journey necessary V All ! that's the question. A tap at the door of the grog shop. A deep mutter among the men whose unlawful amusement it had interrupted. The door opened and the child walked in. "Father," he cried, as he leaned over the sleeping wretch, " will you come with me ?" Ah ! that's the question. Father and child — drunken beast and pure, young inno- eence — hand in hand, pursued their lonely way over the dark and rocky road that led to the deserted home. By the side of the path was a steep precipice. Here the twain paused. The man sat down to think. What thoughts, think you, were passing tlirough his rum-crazed brain? Ah ! that's the question. They were awful thoughts— thoughts of murder. He had been torn away from his haunts by the firm hand of his little child. His wife had set a spy on his track. The result should be wiped out. But how ? Ah ! that's the question. Five minutes of silent but awful meditation suffice. Start- ing to hie feet the enraged man grasped his httle son by the waist and held him at arm's length over the steep precipice. see 1 claii stre; hari ] blot lyir wit que ma mo my kei rui ize doi mt tio qii ar fo ai Pl R w R V u P fi *TI«IV. IuhI bare — tliere sat r garments, tlu-ougli I. Around her were dren. There was no Why was this the ; hamlet, surrounded being tliat had been 3is bloated face was He was a drunkard. ! question. lome? " asked one of ,n in the lonely house. tn home, mother," ex- Aveen her sobs. And 1 went out. But why Bcessary V All ! that's V deep mutter among lad interrupted. The ' Father," he cried, as I you come with me ? " id pure, young inno- lonely way over the iserted home. By the ce. Here the twain What thoughts, think ed brain? Ah! that's B of murder. He had the firm hand of his his track. The result that's the question. I'.tation suffice. Start- id his httle son by the the steep precipice. Platform Peahlh. IV> ' shall I ever " Father," murmured the rowned and showing to our gladdened eyes not one ^tar Pl^cked f rom ite glorious constellation? Oh, yes, that grand old flag is a mag- neTc battery sending thrilling power and enthusiasm through and through every hand that touches the pole of its standard. Thl laS war Ss filled the world with the romantic stories -stories whose truth is stranger than &«««« "«' jf ^"^ "^^ done under the inspiration of our nation's flag and foi its pro- J^tLn What's a nation without a flag? What's an army 178 Platform Pearls. without I. banner? In the holy wars of the Jews the peculiar people of God caiTied their ensign, and every tribe knew and followed its own banner. And we must have a flag, an en- bign, for the tribes of that "peculiar people" that the Lord Ood has raised up among us, the ini])erial army of Prohibition Crusaders. There is already a mighty host, m.'ghty in num- iK-rs, but mightier by far in the strength of their invincible cause, the cause of God, and outraged humanity. And this army is reinforced with the millio-^s of prayers and pleadings, the sighs and moans, the craving hunger and burning thirst of millions of unwilling -rictims of the dread power of that cirse and tyrant of civilized lands — the traffic in bottled poisouH with the State seal 07i every cork ! This huge national army of rum is more than " a thousand thousand, and tliree hundred chariots of iron." But the Lord God raised up a standard against them, and they that are with us are more than they that are with them. Tliis imperial Pro- hibition army must rally under a common standard, with one motto and one heart. It must not fight in independent divi- sions without unity of purpose, but in whatever part of the field a corps or a brigade may be engaged its blows must tall upon the foe at that point, where it can push through the enemy's thinned ranks, to the Capitol of the Rebellion — the legalized saloon. So, then, we must have a flag, and run it up, and nail it to the staff. I>t that flag be a field of pure white, emblematic of the staiiil'iss sincerity of our soldiero' total abstinence ; let its border be of blue, betokening the imperial power of the omnipotent CJod. which surrounds our cause, and hedges us in from danger on every side ; and let its folds be covered with golden stars, the bright and precious promi&es of Grod's Holy Book ; words that have cheered discouraged f.oa'ia, and won victories for the weak and the timid in many .m unequal strife. And let there be a motto written on that ensign, not in a dead language, but in plain mother tongue, so every child can read and know its full sense and meaning, and let it be : PERPETUAL PROHIBITION : "IN G'jD we trust." By this we shall conquer ; with this we shall gather to the support of our cause every ti'tie man and woman, every un- compromising friend of temperance and humanity. By this we 13 a r V a c t 1 Platfoiim Pkablh. ITO the Jews the peculiar every tribe knew and ;t have a flag, an en- )eople" that the Lord al army of Prohibition host, m.'ghty in num- th of their invincible humanity. And this prayers and pleadings, r and burning thirst of id power of that cirse ifflc in bottled poisonn ore than " a thousand I iron." But the Lord and they that are with ti. Tills imperial Pro- ion standard, with one t in independent divi- whatever part of the ed its blows must tall can push through the of the Rebellion — the in it up, and nail it to lire white, emblematic j' total abstinence ; let imperial power of the :au8e, and hedges us in folds be covered with •oviiies of Grod's Holy iraged Rouis, and won uany .m unequal strife, t ensign, not in a dead o every child can read id let it be : [TION : ive shall gather to the and woman, every un- humanity. By this we shall be able to - discern between the wicked and the righteous, between him that serveth Ood and him that serveth h.m not. Sen run up the flag - nail it to the stalT ! No compronuBe no surrender. This army leaves not the field until the last redoubt of the enemy is carried. _ ^^^ ^ ^^^^ ^ ^^^^^ 139. FOIIB I«II.I.ION CHRISTIAN miJBDEBKBS^ Times change, and we change with them. Tlie pagans of old n used to pit man against man in the g arUat«nal arena and bid them flglt each other to the death, that the popular ^ot for excitin,fs,x,rt might be grati^ed For fifto^n^ntunes Christians have been boastirg that that sort ^^ "^^f"'^ ^^^ stopped by Christianity. It is about time that chese boastmgs were laid on the table indefinitely. . , , . » InZ days of Luther a great revolt was instituted agamst the sale of indulgences ., carried on by Tfel^^or four cen- turies Protestants have been cens iring the Roman Cathohc ChLh for having sold indulgences to sin, for a ?"«=- 'jnc' u.e Catholics have been protesting against the charge b« false and Mujust. It Is about time that the dispute be laid on the table "1h"erlneverwaB,inthebrutalgladiatorialcoml«^^ anything to compare, in atrocity and cruelty, wih the b^k record that Ues to-day upon our four million Chn«t'«! voters of America ; and the most sweeping charges brought Igall Tetzel and his time« pale into insignificance beside ttie dark shame in which Catholics and Protestants are alike par- SpatT to-day. Where is the sense in Christians boasting Suhf cessaUon of the gladi.torial --bats when mt^^^^^^^ place we have 200,000 men commissioned to ^^^P^^^ «" *^«,^'*' Siat money can command in pauperizing, crazing and pot«)n- w their fellow men? Where is the sense m Protestants and SSsdtuting overthe responsibility for afewin^lg;- six centuries ago when year aftor year they are jointly issuing f"r r^uchsmaL sumsind, fences infinitely more nl^mous When the gladiators fo« ht, each man had something bke an equal chance ; to-day art is pitted agamst ignorance. Then ■:Z\ sword against sword, trained skill a^-"--^^ skill • now it is slow iwison against unsuspectmg and umn formed victims. Then it was a duel ; now it is assassination. — ^^Bta*-— — 18U PLATFOBM PlARLS. Then the public Razed upon elaveB and barbarians flKhti.iKoarh other ; to-day men are conimiseioned by ChriHtian voters to weave nets about their owr. sons and daughters ard drag them down to a living death. Then the responsibility rested upon an autocratic ruler and the pagan public merely cheeretl the con- test ; to-day the people are the rulers and four million chunli members are responsible for the infamy. Then the HiK)rt was continued to gratify the love for an exhibition of personal skill and courage ; to-day our modem crime is perpetuated because 4,000,000 church membera want a certain set of wily and scheming politicians to win. Then, at the most, a few hun- dreds perished in a year ; now thousands perish every month. Then it was pagan darkness ; now it is Cliristian enlighten- ment. Then the fatherhood of Ck)d and the brotherhood of man had not dawned upon the world ; now the phrase is in nearly everybody's mouth. Four million " Christian " murderers ! Is the phrase the result of a heated imagination ? Who then is responsible for these thousands that stagger into drunkards' graves each month? Are they responsible for their own deaths? In a measure, yes ; but bow many thousands of them went along the road to ruin utterly ignorant of the physiological effects of liquor, believing to the last that beer is nourishing and whisky is stimulating, and never knowing their danger until their sys- tem was diseased and minds enslaved past all hope V Who is responsible — the men who enticed them to drink and sold them the poison? In a measure, yes; but how many of these h ve never had reason to question the propriety of the business, that is legalized and protected by the great mass of respectable citi- zens ? Who is responsible — those who issued the licenses ? In a measure, yes ; but these men were can-ying out the functions for which they had been elected to office and for which they received their salaries. Who is responsible— the legislators? In a raeagure, yes ; but the legislator, in a representative form of government, is but an agent, a representer, of others whose purposes he is carrying out. Who is responsible — those who constitute the government, in whom reside all the authority and power, the voters of America, by whom are empowered all who make or administer laws? Yes; above all others are these resixnisible for these thousands of murders, and among all men the voter has the least pretext of excuse for his guilt. Til clt HU ad "8 lie iff lei th Ig ar Ip Pt th th th di cl te hi ci T rbarianfl flRhti . ig each J Christian voters to ghters ard drag them iibility rested upon an rely cheeretl tlie con- 1 four million churcli Then tlie HiK)rt wiw lition of personal skill « perpetuated because ain set of wily and the most, a few hun- H perish every month. 1 CTiristian enlighten- d the brotherhood of now the phrase is in ! Is the phrase the lien is responsible for inkards' graves each r own deaths? In a of them went along ihysiological effects of lourishing and whisky danger until their sys- ist all hopeV Who is to drink and sold them V many of these h?!ve ty of the business, that lass of respectable citi- wued the licenses? In •ying out the functions :e and for which they sible —the legislators? a representative form enter, of others whose sponsible — those who jside all the authority lom are empowered all ; above all others are ' murders, and among of excuse for his guilt. I'LAtronM l'K.AUI.H. 181 The drunkard has in most canfH, at Iciist among the lower classes, thf <«xcnH«> of ignorance ; the saloon-kceiMT wantn to Hupjwrt hiM fiiMiily, and this is a lawful meUuHl of doing it ; the administrator of law luul the legislator can claim to be but agents acting under instrucaions ; thousands and i)erha|w mil- lions of voters can for their share of the guilt plead an excusable ignorance ; but for these four million church members, or at least the overwhelming majority of them, what excuse is there? Can they plead ignorance ? If so, ignorance of what ? Ignorance that the mloon is sending men and women to death and disgrace ? Ignorance that the saliwns are licensed by law? Ignorance that those who make the laws are elected by the people ? Tliere was some show of excuse for the voter when the curse of slavery overshadowed the land, for the power of the voters, under the Constitution, was in dispute ; but to-day there are four million church members in this land whc are directly responsible for these murders of men, women, and children, and not a shadow of excuse is there : i- their unut- terable crime. It is the greatest outrage upon humanity that has ever been recorded in history, and an infinitely blacker crime than African slavery ever was. —E.J. Wheeler. 140. THE B1€A FOUH AND THK MTTIiK MAN. There was a man— a mighty man — Who wrote a mighty grammar. To be beat into children's heads, And knocked in with a hammer. And if you wish for grammar-lore His book's the place to seek it. It tells us how to speak our tongue The way we ought to speak it, A learned book filled up with rules, With rules of all conceptions. Ten thousand rules from all the schools, Ten million more exceptions. There was a man — a mighty man — Who had a mighty " projick " To write a great Compendium Of Universal Logic. He told us how to range our facts In proper collocation, \m I'LATKOBM I'KAHI-H. To analyze and synthesize And keep from obf UBtiation. By his advice the target truth By liot Bliot could be shot full — He told U8 how to think our thought* And make our thinking thoughtful. Tliere was a man — a mighty man — A mighty rhett)rician — Who made a rhetoric that ran Into the twelfth edition ; He taught us not to write like clowiu), Or any coarse clodhopper, But how to write with elegance Preeminently proper. He told us how to write our thoughts In true concatenation, And fix and rig 'em up in style By rule and regulation. There was a man— a mighty man — Who made a contribution To wisdom's great totality — A work en elocution. He told U8 how to throw our arms To make our words emphatic, And told us how to twist our mouths To make our speech dramatic ; He told us how to coo like doves Or roar like any bison ; And told U8 how to throw our voice All over the horizon. There was a man — a little man — A very little fellow. Who used to stand upon the stand, Just stand right up and bellow. He mauled and murdered rhetoric. Threw logic in confusion. And broke all the commandments of The Book of Elocution. He filled the palpitating air With universal clamor, PLATrORM PBAHIA in htful. sm — lownfi, )Ught8 lan — ms c, aouthH c; es voice HI — tand, low. toric, • «nt8 of With cracked debrii of rhetoric And ragged shreds of grammar. One day the great grammarian And the great rhetorician And the great elocution man, Lilcewise the great logician, Went down to hear this little man, This very little fellow. To see him momit upon the stand And then to hear him bellow. Loud sneered the great grammarian. Pooh-poohed the rhetorician, The elocution man was shocked And shocked the great logician. But while they sneered, these learned men. The ignorant congregation Showed its tumultuous delight In thunderous acclamation. For, oh ! tliis man ~ this little man — This Prohibition fellow. Just played upon men's heart-strings as Upon a violoncello. For tho he was a little man, He had a mighty message Which found its way to people's hearts. Nor stopped to pay expressage. The people cried and clapped and wept, And soon the rhetorician, Orammarian, elocution man, Likewise the great logician, Were laughing just like common men, Or crying just like the women, While through his sea of eloquence The little man was swimmin'. And loud haw-hawed and loud boohooed These deep and learned fellows — His hands were on their heart-strings and He play<:)d his violoncellos ! Now grammar's good and logic's good And rhetoric's good and proper, And elocution's excellent To train the coarse clodhopper ; But this my little fable shows, My little fable teaches, The man inspired with zeal for truth All formulas o'erreaches. He breaks the rules of scribes and schools As fast as they can make 'em, And grammar men and logic men All go to hear him break 'em. ^^ -Adapted from Sam Walter Foas, in ^^Qolden Rule. 141. A SHORT STORV.* The Nowman M. E. Church is the largest in the city of Bloomsbarie, havii^g over 800 members. The official Board is in session. ■,u^,„„ai A very animated discussion is going on over the withdrawal of twenty-se-. en of the members of the church. Dr W Uamson, the eloquent pastor, is speaking : " I adn It that in point of numbers, twenty-seven outof over eight hundred would make but very little difference, but see who the twenty-seven are- the very ones who c^ on our rrayrmStinSandattendtothespiritualaffa^ofthechurch ft is true thatfhey are not the wealthy part of our church, but a church can not be run with money alone .. Brother Williamson." spoke up the Hon. Chas Smith, a memberof the Legislature, " I say letthem go; ^^^'^^^^f^^^^ much better without them. They have grown crazy over the S^ldbittn plr^y, and right here in our prayer-meeting some ^tSiav?So;.n so told as to declare that any man who 1 noTvote th'^irticketwas supporting the Uquor traffic. Now I claim to be as good a Prohibitionist as any man m the Prohi- U^TZtj, and indeed, a better Prohibitionist, for the reason Si Z. Ihe honor of voting for the enactment oj our presen^ hinse law, which has dono more for temperance than the Pro- hihition nartv will ever accomplibh.' ThenSe Grant, one of the county Judges, spoke up : ^Gentlemen, this recent discussion about the church being the bSrk of ihe Uquor traffic is nothing short of blasphemy In calling the faithful followers of the Lord Jesus Chnst, the * Copyrighted by fb the world has ever seen. 1 agree with Brother Smith, let those Prohibition cranks go, and our church will then go on in peace." (Applause from the other members of the Board.) "Of course" said Ti-. Williamson, "we will have to give them their letters, for we can find no fault with their Christian character. But we uave none to take their places in the public prayer service. This is one of the evils of bringing pohtics into religion ; they woa't mix. The Grand Old RepubUcan party is a good enough teiaperance party for me, and while it is not up to the standard on the temperance question that I would like to see it, yet I am not going to throw away my vote on a party that hasn't a ghost of a chance of electing its candmates. (Applause.) "I don't understand what these fanatical Prohibitionists want." said the Hon. Mr. Smith. " Our church, as a church, has declared that the ' liquor traffic can not be legalized with- out sin,' and nothing stronger than that could be uttered. The man who sells liquor fo: u living is worse than a " Just then there was a sharp knock on the door. " Come in," responded the double-bass voice of Dr. William- son. The door opened and the portly form of the saloon-keeper across the street appeared in the doorway. He was the first to break the oppressive silence : "Gentlemen, knowing this to be your regular meeting night, I decided to come over and inform you that I and my family have made up our minds to join your church and help along the good work you are doing." This speech was greeted with dumb astonishment by the members of the Board. Dr. Williamson was the first to speak : " Have you given up the saloon business ? " " No, sir," replied the saloon-keeper. " Are you going to ? " " No, sir : I am conducting a respectable place and see no reason why I should." " W-e-11," slowly replied the Doctor, " our church rules pro- hibit us from taking in dealers in liquors, and for that reason we must refuse you." 186 Platform Pkarlb. .. Oh," said the Baloon-keoper. a flush of «'g«'-J«'"'"°;^^, hisalre^y florid face, "I was not aware of that. On what t^^Hols your church refuse to admit saloon-ke.pers •^^Ontre^o^d that they areengagedinabusmeesthatsen^ Boule t^ heU/^ replied Dr. WiUiamson. " The B,b e says that r^unS BhaS inheritthe kingdom of «od and there^re no drunkard-maker can. More than that, oux Board of Bishops Ja^ dSared that the liquor traffic can not be legahzed without ""ie saloon-keeper was thoroughly aroused by this time, and '" ^r;^ SorStTji: mLI ^f your meml^rs are reg- ""^^ itThrdSLe were," said D, Wimamson. .. ir^u know that two of this official Board, now m this room are among my regular customers?" N; "ply, but t^vo very red faces showed who had been hit. ZV^^o^ that I got my Ucense from Judge Grant, who sit8righthere,forwhichIpaidtheregularhcensefee? •Hold on," said Judge Gran " you are gomg too fast my friend • I do not make the laws, and I am compeUed by the Se'law to grant Ucenses ; therefore I am not responsible^ ^eU, theTaw was enacted by Mr. Smith there, and other ^^^Yo^'t place the responsibility on me," said Mr. Smith ..I c^eHut the wishes of those who elected me. Had bin^ted on a Prohibition platform I would have^ot^^ o ^^SStory law. My party stands for license and I voted f o, ^^'^iTuIderstand that fully." said the «^1^°;^««^';,2"V- voted for you ; so did Judge Grant ; so did Dr. V-ill.amson , Ihefei of tWs Board and the great majority of the voters m vo^^urch. I took it for granted that aU who voted for you SvSucense. Now, I am politely «.ld that I can not join Sis heaven-bound band and that I shall go t« hell. Dr. W^l^ S^i^here voted for you. Smith, to pass a license jaw which compels Judge Grant to give me a ^^'^V'Jri he con' „.« rt,« fourth party to the agreement and without the con Tnt o? yru lr/co«/d no« engage in the whisky busing ?;; tliree are bound for heaven, where you wiU wear cZmZ play on golden harps, while I am to suffer the f anger coming into of that. On what aloon-ke':per8?" 1 a business that sends The Bible says that 3od and therefore no ur Board of Bishops ; be legalized without ised by this time, and our members are reg- Dr Williamson. 3.1 Board, now in this red who had been hit. rom Judge Grant, who lar license fee?" ire going too fast, my am compelled by the am not responsible.'" 3mith there, and other n me," said Mr. Smith, ho elected me. Had I [ would have voted for license and I voted for saloon-keeper, "but I 10 did Dr. Williamson ; ajority of the voters in t all who voted for you lold that I can not join 1 go to hell. Dr. Will- lass a license law which .ease — to go to hell! I t and without the con- in the whisky business, where you -will wear hile I am to suffer the Platform Pkarls. 187 torments of the damned 1 Gentlemen, if your Bible is true, and I go to hell for seUing whisky, yon n-ill go with me to hell for voting to give me the legal right of doing so. Good- "^Vith that he vanished, closing the door behind him with a vigorous slam. The members of the official Board looked steadfastly on the floor, each one seemingly afraid of breaking the silence. They were Christian men; believed they were doing their Christian duty. But the saloon-keeper, in his fierce arraign- Eoent of those present, had placed a tremendous responsibihty on their shoulders. Each one was doing some pretty serious thinking when Dr. Williamson ended the silence by saymg slowlv * •' Brethren, that saloon-keeper told us some terrible truths. Brethren, our hands are not clean nor our skirts uiispotted. Let us go home and pray f or light." - Tallie Morgan. 142. JUST THE SAITIE. Yes, you hate to be bought and you hate to be sold. And you hate to be forced to pay Shylock in gold. You hate the hard times, but you're bound to die game, You hate 'em — but you vote for 'em just the same I You hate politicians taat swagger and rant, You hate a good deal of the old party cant. And you hate a large share of the ticket you name — You hate it, but vote for it just the same t You hate to be cramped in a financial way, And you hate giant fraud going on day by day, You curse in your soul the corruption you blame — You cm-se it —and you vote for it just the same I You long for good laws and prosperous times, And you want to see boodlers sent up for their crimes, You want more reforms than we've space here to name, But— you never vote tor them just the same 1 You hope for a change, and you pray for reUef , And you swear you'll bring partisan schemers to grief. Then you march to the poUs to put blockheads to shame But — vote the old ticket again just the same. —17(6 Every-Day Church. m Platform Pearls. 143. A WOmANS ANSWER. Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing Ever made by the hand above — A woman's heart and a woman's life And a woman's wonderful love ? Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing As a child might ask for a toy, Demanding what others have died to win, With the reckless dash of a boy ? You have written my lesson of duty out, Man-like you have questioned me ; Nov/ stand at the bar of my woman's soul Until I shall question thee. You require your mutton shall always be hot, Your socks and your shirts shall be whole ; I require your heart to be true as God's stars. And as pure as heaven your soul. You require a cook for your mutton and beef ; I require a far better thing : A seamstress you're wanting for stockings and shirts ; I look for a man and a king. A king for a beautiful realm called home, And a man that the maker, God, Shall look upon as He did the first. And suy, " It is very good." I am fair and young, but the rose will fade From my soft, yoimg cheek one day. Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves, Afl you did 'mid the bloom of May ? Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep I may launch my all on its tide? A loving woman finds Heaven or hell On the day she is made a bride. I require all things that are grand and true, All things that a man should be ; If you give all tliis, I would stake my life To be all you demand of me. Platform Fkarls. \m VKR. ! costliest thing is priceless thing to win, P'OUt, 's soul ays be hot, be whole ; Jod's stars, 1 and beef ; 3ckings and shirts ; home. jnl\ fade day, Jing leaves, ad deep hell and true, my life If you cau not do this — a laundress and cook You can hire, with little to pay, But a woman's heart and a woman's life Are n at to be won that way. — Mary T. Lathrap, 144. DECORATION DAY- 1883. Brightly bloom the fairy flowers At the call of lovely May — Can we better use their beauty Than for Decoration Day? Twining them with memories tearful For the brave we ne'er shall view. Strew them with a hand impartial Over graves of " Gray and Blue." Not a day of glad rejoicing. Not a day for jubilee, But to call back saddest memory Of a dear-bought victory, "Tis a day to warn our children Of the wrong and blinded pride Which brought on those bloody battles, Where our brave young soldiers died. Tell them of that dreadful war-time — Tell them why the soldiers died I Titicing back this saddest story Of our Nation's rugged life — Past the victory, past the glory — Past the fratricidal strife — History evermore shall linger Picturing Slavery's dark stains, When a people God created Languished, manacled in chains t Dreadful came the retribution Over all our country w^ide, Slavery fell in bloody carnage — And 'twas thus the soldiers died ! Freedom came with death and weeping, And the thousand nameless graves Hide our long-remembered brothers. 100 PUATKOKM PKAIILS. ! Where no rose or willow waves, Thousands lie 'neatli wild-wood blossom, Wet by tears of Heaven's sweet rain, Some we strew with rosy garlands, But for others seek in vain 1 Forward looking toward the future Down the vista grand, of years, Still in power and greatness growing, Shall our country drv her tears. Other conquests are before us, Other tyranny to match — Other long and weary marches, Forts to hold, and beacons watch. We have fields for moral warfare Calling forth the brave anil bold, Can we sleep while giant errors Half our liberties withliold? Ignorance sways aui^ng the niillions ; Ruins intrenched, oui homes around 1 And opinions false and cruel, Chain so many to tlie groimd ! Ye who bear the name of Christian, Ye whose lips His name invoke, Be not lulled by martial music. Look behind ambition's cloak ; Gospels teach, and truth is dawiiing — Peace some day shall surely reign. When shall grim war's awful visage Cease to gloat o'er thousands slain ? Haste the day when ceases carnage, When our flag's red stripes shall fade. Swords for plowshares, tears for gladness, Man, one brotherhood be made t Haste the day which Seer and Poet See in visions sweet afar — When the Church shall dig and cover The red grave of the monster War ! When the Nations, all enlightened. Arbitrate their rights and wrongs, When all peoples, tribes, and races, tute ves, d blossom, ireet rain, uids, uture ars, rowing, lars, >8, vatch, fare bold, irs ? nilHons ; 28 around t idl ■istian, roke, ic, ak; iwiiing — y reign, I visage ids slain ? imftge, \ shall fade, for gladness, lade t dPoet jiid cover ter War ! itened, wrongs, 1 races, Platform Pkahlb. 191 Celebrate the day with songb. Work then ever brave and faithful. Pray ~ our prayers are full of power ; God but waits for men to waken To bring forth that happy hour. — Thoa. H. Burgess. 145. E.IBEBTY. StrMige, there should be so many opinions about ;> subject that has but one side. Strange, there should be so many ideas as to lohat consii- tates personal liberty. 'O Liberty! "cried the French martyr, Madame Roland, a* she was being dragged to the guiUotine by the drunken mob, "O, Liberty ! what crimes are committed in thy sacred name 1 " ^ , u „„_„i It is in this sacred, but protaned name, and for Euch carni- vals of crime as those that deluged Paris with the blood of its citizens, that the dram shops of Ajnerica are fitting the minds and the hearts of the people of to-day. O, sacred name of Liberty I What tho our fathers wrote it in martyr giaves all over this land and plucked down the stars of Heaven to em- blazon it upon their banners ; what tho our eagles cry it from every mountain peak, and bear it on their rushing wings through all the boundless skies, these lands with hps of blood, those skies with tongues of fire, proclaim our perfidy ; they upbraid our national hypocrisy and guilt. Here in the midst of our boasted civilization, beneath our Rag of stars and stripes, a million poor inebriates, slaves ofin- temperance, clank their chains of fire, in hopeless, awful ^^And yet, this miUion of enslaved inebriates wield the free- man'" baUot, control the elections, and rule this nation. They are bought and sold like Javee in the market. Corrruption runs riot at the ballot-box, in the halls of legislation, and in- vades even the sanctuary of Justice. The dram shop to^iay is the supreme poUtical power ; and before it rulers and people, parties and politicians, bow the knee of homage, and base subserviency. The h^ena ^ tired of weeping over tiie crimes and miseries caused by ^e Uquor traflBc ; 1 if we still fold our arms, and linger, and n 198 Platform Pbahlh. pauHe, and heHiUtc, ami wait - il would Heem that iho vi-ry (lead themsclveH. the buried and the martyrwl victims of the liquor traffic, would rend th'ir si'pulcherH, and do this work I'lir us. Rut there are those who arc trying to do thin work; tlicy constitute the Salvation Army of the temperance cause. And hecause others are shirking their duties so is the work of these brave soldiers all the harder iu accomplish. And you would sometimes think, by the obstacles that are placed in our v/ay, b- foes from without and within, that wc were trying to bring about Bome grer.c evil, instead of the work of love and reform, for " Go J aiui home and native land." Ou:/ cause is a noble one; it is a worthy one, and it iBlmnnd to uin. The principles for which we are contendmg are laid deep in the hearts of its defenders. A noble structure is being raised, its architect is philanthropy, its foundation walls rest in the hearts and souls of the people. Day by day its waUs nae higher and higher — the good, the noble, and the true, each contribute alike, their share of material for its completion. From the North to the South, from the East to the West, a great enthusiasm is being created. Soon the keystone wiU be set in the arch, and it will tower above us compltte in its ma- jestic beauty. Down d-ep in its vaults shaU be buried forever, not treait- xires, O, no I but the tears, the sighs, the heartaches of broken- hearted wives and sorrowing mothers, with the wail of suffer- ing orphaned children. Its doors shall be broad enough and high enough o admit all temperance reformers who desire to enter therein. Its windows shall be as beacon-lights to guide the weak and erring past the rocks and shoals of danger. From its high tower shall chime forth a song of jubilee, and from the pinnacle of its spire shall float our banner, upon which shall be inscribed, as in letters of flame, these words : " America freed from the curse of rum." Do you, my brothers, and do you, my sisters, wish to do your share in'this great work ? If so, lend us a helping hand ; labor and toil for tliis good cause ; and you, my brothers, must not only labor and toil, but on ever^ election day vote for Pro- hibition, and future generation will rise up and call you bles a TV T i: s I c I 1 ] >i 1^ 1(1 HPem that ilic very jrtyred victims of the era, and do this work to do this work ; they mperaiice cause. And so is the woik of theso jlish. And you would are placed in our way, vo were trying to bring ark of love and reform, thy one, and it is lH»tnd ntending are laid deep >ble structure is being ) foundation walls rest )ay by day its walls rise ble, and the true, each 1 for its completion, the East to the West, a on the keystone will be us complfcte in its ma- rled forever, not treas- le heartaches of broken- with the wail of suflfer- high enough o admit » enter therein. Is to guide the weak and iger. rthasongof jubilee, and float our banner, upon ■8 of flame, these words : ft." my sisters, wish to do lend us a helping hand ; 1 ycm, my brothers, must ection day vote for Pro- 1 rise up and call you Pl,ATrORM Pkaklh. uta blessed. You will not only earn blessings upon this earth, but a rich reward in the eternity which iH U» come. _ Mrs. L. K. tiaxley. 1.16. SIMON OlillB'S DBKAM. Tae text waH this : " Inasmuch as ye Have done it to these, ye have done it to me." Soon Simon slept, for 'twas sultry weather. And the dream and the sermon went on . get»»er. He dreamed that he dietl, and stood at the gate Of the outer court, where the angels wait For those who hear the glad " Well done," And can enter the realms of the Holy One. While Simon waited, and wondered if he Had forgotten the password, or lost the key, A voice above him said, loud and clear, " Do you know you must bring your witnesses here t " Of witnesses there are many," said he, "My brethren and neighbors will all speak for me, But the brethren and neighbors came not near. And he heard only a whinny, familiar and clear. An' ^'d Qray Foot, the horse, stood just at his right, Whi ;\round on the other side, just coming in sight, Was a c-owd of dumb creatures so forlorn and so poor That the angel wept as he opened the door. Then Simon grew pale, and, trembl'nf'vith fear. Said, " Oh ! why are not some of the brethren here ? Pray wait, prav wait, they'll surely come." 'Twas Gray Foi)t that spoke then, and Simon was dumb : " On wintry nights I've stood in my stall. When the cold winds blew through the cracks m the wall, Till every joint and sinew and bone Seemed frozen and dead as the coldest stone. " I've shivered the dreary time away, With c ly some of the poorest hay, Then put to work with shout and blow. So hungry and faint I could scarcely go." Then old Brindle came, and with soft brown eyes Fixed on he.- m'-^-r in sad surprise, 18 IM rrORM I'KAKLM. Told a pitiful tale of BtaiTation and cold, And how he had sold her food for gold. The poor sheep told their f tory, too, Of bitter v.rongB Uielr whole life through ; Turned out in cold and stormy weather, To starve and freeze and cry together. They were lowly criee. but they turned to prayerH, And, floating upward, had restetl there, Close by the ear of Him who says, " I will hear the cries of my poor always." The old house-tlog, tho treated ili, ^ Came near, and fawned on his mastei still, Because the love those dumb things knos; l8 more than human, more faithful, more true. Then conscience woke like some torpid thin^ That is brought to life by the sun in spring, And laHli.'d and stung him like poisoned thoiigH, As memory brought him his train of wrongH. Forgetting nothing of word or deed. Of cruel blows or selfish greed. His cruelly-treated friends that were dumb, Would they follow him on through the ages to cine t Must he see them forever, gaunt, hungry, and cold t For " Time and eternity never grow old." How oft in dumb pleading they'd ask a caress From hands that had beaten them I Ah I yes. He remembered it all, and it stung him to know That their pleading had ever been met with a blow. Oh 1 could he live over the life that was past, And leave out its sins, to stand here at last With a soul that wa« white, for a happier fate. Was it conscience that whispered, "Too late, too late 1 He'd cruelly passed o'er life's narrowing track, Till remorse claimed its own -for that never turns back ; And sins scarce remembered, remembered too late. Grew black as he saw them from heaven's barred gate. 'Twas in vain that he strove to speak, to say Those sweet old words, " Forgive, I pray." Tl Platform Pkarlh. Itt5 sold, Id. ough; tier, ir. led to praypre, (vay8." ei still, knov7 , more true. rpid thinK I spring, oned thongH, (f wrongH. re dumb, the agea to come V ungry, and cold 'I V old." isk a caress ! Ah I yes, ; him to know met with a blow. t vas past, re at last happier fate, "Too late, too late 1" owing track, ■ that never turns back ; embered too late, iieaven's barred gate. eak, to say , I pray." Sin's lust Biul cry ; he wa« silent there ; He was dun»b with such woful np««d of prayer. Then voic-PH HPPinod floatinn on every hrwxe : ■• Ye did it to theHP. Ye did it to thpse. Oo hence, be homelesH. go starve a!ul fn*/.e ; Ye did it to these. Ye did it to tlu»se. .. And when you are faint and weary with wo. You will HtiU hear the shout, y.m will still feel the Wo^, While a voice from which you shall ne'er be free Will whisi)pr beside you, ' Ye did it to me. But hark ! What mclotly over him rolls? Uo the angels sing retiuiems over lost souls? His last hoi)e had fled. In an agony new He awoke — to ttnd himself safe in his pew. What his dumb friends thought, none ever knew When f(XKl was plenty and blows were few ; But the teacher who follows us ever, it bv^ems, Gives his strongest lessons, sometimes, m dreams, Uemember, dear friends, that the lii« that are dumb. May be those that will speak when our tmie shall come To stand at the entrance and watch and wait For the angel to open or close the gate. r„„™„7 _ Western Humane Journal. I 147. "ABOIT BKN ADHKIW" (A CONTINUATION OF LEIGH HUNT'S POEM.) Abou Ben Adhem, wise with life's increase, Awoke one night -not from a dream of peace, For sorely on his faithful spirit weighed The pangs of all the creatures God had made ; And worst, man's power abused, man's charge betrayed. He listened, till it seemed the very stone To shame man's cruel hardness, made its moan. But vain the speechless, agonized appeal. While sage and saint seek only human weal. Then to the watcher, sad for human blame. The Angel with the Record, tempting, came ; Who stood and said : " Dost thou not envy then. These, who have loved and served their feUow-men ( ise I'LATFOHM PKARIJI. Ik'ii Adhetn wiw a lonn »twl Hhlnlng roll ; llfTCH-M luul Martyrn. Proiiliiits of tho wml, Oroat PreacluTH, StiiteHriu-n inoldiiiK fn'fdoni'fi Uwn, And KTand lU-forinere. briive in dutyM cauw^ ••All tlu.m»," Huid Adhem, "thcHe have wrought and planned For man already rich in brain and hand. Who pleadM for Ihowe whom few can iinderBtand — Our dear dumb hrotheni, piteous-eyed and meek ,' O, that I were the tongue for them to Hpeak ! Nay, not for me let Fame her laurels bind, Nor faith her i)alms ; but, if thou wilt h» kind, Write me aa one who fain would choose his lot With those whom man despised and Heaven forgot ; Who found in fields and woods his friendly teachers, And ever loved his lowliest fellow creatures." The Angel wrote and vanished. The next night lie came and showed, high on his roll of light. The names of those who served their own race best ; And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. — Caroline Spencii: 148. A liKTTKB BXBBCISK. [In Coticert.] We've a story to tell you to-night, dear friends, A story so strange and sad. We shall speU you the name of a well-known thing That is dangerous, cruel, and bad. We wish we might tell you of pleaaanter things, Or say that this curse is not here, But such ruin and sorrow, such danger and pain. Oh how can we silently bear. [Separately.] S is for Sorrow, Shame, and Sin That come with tb>j use of strong drink — Or it stands for Sob€ r. Safe, and Sound — Now, which is the ..c ,t, do you think? A is the aching of mothers' hearts As they see their boys destroyed. PSARMk w? I*. KlUl, rri'tHlora'n Iawh, ) wrought au(i plnniiud iiiulerHtand — I (iiid ua'ek ,' I H|H>ak I bind, t l)e kind, OHe luB lot Heaven forgot ; iendly tcacherH, eatures." > next night il of light, own race best ; the rest. — Caroline Spencer. XERCIHK. •1 t, dear friends. El well-known thing bad. leasanter things, lere, danger and pain, /■] 1 rong drink — i Sound — lU think y irts -ed. Or A Ib the Appetite binding the nlave Ere he learns strong drink t<> avoid. L is for Liv<« by Lhpior Ijiid liOW — By thousands and tl>ousands tln>y fall, Or L is the Licens«< to do this foul wn)nK. To murder, to rob, to doei)oil. O is for Orphans whoso fathers have died IJecauw they drank legali/.od rum. O is Oppression in this our fair land, Destroying our friends and our home. O is Opinion about this thing — But what is it worth, tell me, pray. Unless we are earnest to act an we think And try to put evil away ? N is the Nation, a partner to-day In this worst of all evils wo know. Accepting the bribe of a share of the gold That is made by this business so low. N means for Noble men Now to say No ! To say No 1 to the iKjisoaous slop. To say No ! to the man who permission would ask To open an alcohol shop. [In Concert.] 8-A-L-O-O-N is the hateful word. We have read it uiwn the street, 'Tis a business place, like a dry goods store, With its sign all painted neat. But our mothers have taught us truly and well 'Tis a business of wrong and death — Tho protected by law like any good thing. There's a gulf of dark ruin beneath. V/e've learned, too, that votes are what keep the saloons— We wish that the children could vote. We'll show where saloons then would speedily go, Right where they belong, underfoot. We can stamp out this miserable business If we want to and try to, we know ; IL r" 198 Platkobm Pkabls. That is, you can, dear friends — We will pray while you vote ; Won't you say, '' ^"he saloon munt go 1 — Ei^a JoniH. 149. A 1.ITTI.E OIBIi'8 ADVKIB. I am but a little girl. Very small and weak ; But I'm going now to try One small piece to speak. Just a little tiny verse, Maybe they are two — Anyway I promise this : I won't tire you. This is what I have to say, Do the tiling that's right ; That which you believeto be Pleasing in God's sight. Leave results to Him, He knows What is wise and best ; Do your duty, do it now, , . „. , Trust Him for the rest. - Union Signal. 150. ©ETTING AT THE ROOT. It has gone out of fashion to abuse saloon-keepers, to rail a^L^he inanity of the liquor traffic and tell blood-curdling STs of the LZ acts of drunken men. There is no plu^^ phy in ^t. Temperance workers have grown weary of lopping Se branches'^nd cutting away the leaves o the upas^ee of strong drmk, and are beginning to dig for us roots. These are Tind creeping in every direction. Part have wound thein- LlvraroundL national capitol at Washington -^ t^e ^eg- Sative haUs of every state ; part have run ba^k to the »iome iJlnto society, and part, alas ! have coiled themselves tightly about the pillars of the church. While riding over Toronto once with a party of friends, oiu dri^who wa's a witty Irishman, stopped the c^mge a^a certaiA point and said : " Here are four come^_ On the to is a coUege, on the second is a church, on the thurd is the Par Uament building, and on the last is a saloon. They are called Platform Pkabls. 199 .B. tgof" — Eva JoncK. ,'8 ADVKIB. eak. say, ight ; e to be He knows >8t ; 3W, est. — Union Signal. THE BOOT. buse saloon-keepers, to rail iffic and t«ll blood-curdling imen. There is no pliiloso- re grown weary of lopping ;he leaves of the upas tree to dig for its roots. These ti. Part have wound them- kt Washington and the leg- lave run back to the home ve coiled themselves tightly with a party of friends, our I, stopped the carriage at a B four comers. On the first rch, on the third is the Par- 3 a saloon. They are called respectively: Education, Salvation, Legislation, and Damna- tion'' Those four comers are near neighbors in more places than Toronto, and the saloon comer is the most popular and powerful of all. Without doubt, the liquor traffic is the m«>st potent factor in modern civilization. How has it gamed its strength ? Through the license system. It has been legalized and made a legitimate institution. The clink of gold has dead- ened the consciences, blinded the eyes, silenced the tongues, and palsied the hands of the sons of men. By such treacherous logic it deceives -he best of citizens and makes them enter into a compromise that kUls their principle and transforms them mto slaves. A great deal is said about Prohibition faihng to prohibit. We have never had a full prohibitory law yet, and never shall have until congress unites with the people to secure one Instead of license checking the consumption of liquor, it increases its volume many fold by the cloak of respectability that it gives the traffic, by establishing its position in busmess life and by drawing the liquor dealers of the state and nation int«^ a mighty combination that constitutes the leading mon- eyed and political power of the land, rendering it almost in- vincible. Prohibition for the states is made null and void by the protection that the National Government gives the hquor traffic ; by the shipment of liquor from state to state, the issu- ance of permits, and the importation of liquor from foreign countries. . „ , . . j Away with such a system of license. Its folly and wicked- ness should be our shame, as they ahready are our rum Let us stand for a rational, clean-cut, patriotic policy of destra- tion for the destroyer and protection for the home. — Belle Kearney. 151. 9IOTHEBS WHO WBAB THE RIBBON WHITE. Mothers who wear the ribbon white, Longing to keep the hearthstone bright, Yearning to make the home so fair That nothing evil can enter there — Dearer, oh, dearer than hfe to you Is the beautiful boy with eyes so true. Oh, could you only keep him so — Sweet as violets — pure as snow ! 'Ma Platrorm Pkabls. Mothers who wear the ribbon white, A dainty daughter is yours to-night, A wee, little, soft-eyed, clinging girt, Pure and fair as the rarest pearl, Innocent-hearted, free from guile — But oh, she is yours such a little while ! C!ould you but keep her as she is now. With the innocent eyes and the truthful brow I Mothers who wear the ribbon white Are we in earnest in this great tight? Are we believing that good will come If only our part of the work be done? Oh, are we striving as strive we should With all the power of womanhood, Pleading in prayer, and laboring, too, ThTthe world may grow honest and good and true? He who has promised His blessing will give — He who suffered that we might live- He who took to His pitying breast. Those long-ago children so wondrously blest — Ask it in faith and only believe And strength for the burden the soul shall receive 1 Oh, mothers who cherish the ribbon so white, TiB coming t 'tis coming ! the triumph of right. — Harriet Francene Crocker. ISa, liBAD THK BO v. Of a loving household band He's the joy ; Father, may thy guiding hand Lead the boy. He's the child of hope and prayer ; From the wily tempter's snare. From the depth of dark despair, Lead the boy. Of a loving mother's heart He's tiie pride ; Father, may no cruel dart Hope deride ; Let no evil enter in / Platform Pkakls. aoi hite, ight, 5 girl' I, ile — } while 1 snow, 3 truthful brow I rhite tight? 1 come done? E) should lood, ig, too, }6t and good and true? jing will give — it live — -oast, ndrously blest — e he soul shall receive 1 ribbon so white, I triumph of right. rriet Francene Crocker. [K BOY. jand ighand and prayer ; 's snare, k despair, eart iart To defile his heart with sin. Keep him pure and white within, Lead the boy. May the memory of home Ne'er depart, Round the fireside altar cling Loving heart. In the future years to come As he wanders far from home Guard him through Ufe's joiurney lone. Lead the boy. From the wine-cup's ruddy glow— Fleeting joy, Where the poison lurks within. To destroy ; From the shrouded path of gloom, From the drunkard's fearful doom, From the shadows of the tomb Lead the boy. And when life is ended here Safe at last, Free from earthly strife and sin May he pass ; To the higher realms above. Where, redeemed by thy dear love, Saved at last our prayers will prove — Lead the boy. V 163. COW8CIKNCB CHY8TAI.I.I«BI».* There is a medium of exchange that is more important to a country than its money. It is light, precious, untamiflhable, and indestructible. It may be lost but not spent, stolen, sweated, hoarded, cornered, or counterfeited. It is uninflatable, it was never known to be at a premium, it is incapable of discount — inexorably par. It is always equal to the volume of trade. It is adapted equally *FromaddreM at Uie Prohibition NaUonal Convention In Plttebuig, Pa., HayieMSW. M i 5' > .-^ Platform Pkarls. not be degraded to a commodity, the one unBhnnkable asset ^'Butr^ience can be crystaUi^ed only about a Cact it. never viBible in a mere theory, and «> -« ^^^?,^j^J" ^e iBBue" from the start, it must be an "°«\«*>*^"*' j^^'^^^i^ ^l Kthi^, economics, sociology, crimmology, physiology agreed. No vo^r-e defended it. What shall our issue be ? There is but one possible. Read it on the banners yonder. Read it in the faces of these women. Read it in the resolutions of the church. Read it in the statutes. Read it in the Supreme Court reports. Read it in the hospitals. RAfld it in the madhouses. Sid iJ Z the prison bars whence bleared and hopeless eyes look out to haunt you. Read it in the potter's field. Read it everywhere. , Oh, friends 1 I see in your eyes a look that never came o thinking of gold or silver or tariflf or party. Your own faces ^nfe^ mySrgument. Your own hearts are saym, that we Zm to mar^lnto this campaign, no ragged ba.iahons of SSLte with a dozen flags, but all together, close order, qmck time, forw ird to the glory of God the Father ! — John a. Woolley. he highest security for ppertains alike to busi- 1. If it be used by a measuring power, the ikes itself the exclusive jver fiat may forbid the thing, albeit unminted itocrat of values for all for eternity. I of humanity that can ne unshrinkable asset of only about a fact, it is 30 we have to have "an undebatable fact. We hand. The church lirnl in. The law had branded declared it a nuisance, inology, physiology all lurch. >rts. 1 bleared and hopeless eyes a look that never came of )r party. Your own faces hearts are saying that we n, no ragged baitaUons of together, close order, quick lie Father t — John a. Woolley. Platform Pkari.s. S&T 154. A PEOPLE'S VOICK.* Men of Columbia ! where's the manly spirit Of the true-hearted and the unahackled gone V Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit Their names alone ? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us , Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so low. That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win us To silence now? What 1 shall the statesman forge his unseen fetters, Shall the false jurist righteous laws deny. And in the church, their proud and skilled abettors Make truth a lie ? Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, To sanction crime and robbery and blood, And in the Rum King's hateful service, libel Both man and God ? Shall fair Columbia stand erect no longer, But stoop in chains upon her downward way, Thicker to gather on her limbs and stronger Day after day ? O no ; methinks from all her wild green mountains. From valleys where her slumbering fathers lie, From stately cities, broad streams, welling fountains, And clear blue sky — From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Our land, and left us to an evil choice. Loud as the summer thunderbolt shall waken A People's voice. O, let that voice go forth t The bondman sighing For long-lost freedom from Drink's galling chain, Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying, Revive again. Let it go forth 1 The millions who are gazing Sadly upon us from afar, shall smile. And unto God devout thanksgiving raisinp, Bless us the while. *By penniBsion of Hoagbton, Mifflin & Co. O, for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, For the deliverance of a groaning earth, For Liquor's victims, bleeding, crushed, ani lowly; Let it go forth 1 Sons of the best of fathers 1 wiU you falter With all they left you periled and at stake? Ho 1 once again on Freedom's holy altar The fire awake ! Prayer-strengthened for the trial, come together. Put on the harness for the temperance fight. And with the blessing of your Heavenly Father, Maintain the Right ! -Adapted from J. O. Whittwr. 166. A FATHKB8 WOK-HW BESPON8IBIWTir. A father recently called upon me to labor -ith his drunke" son, and, if possible, to persuade him mto a sober l^fe. Tto hik of hisTather, and that of his good wafe, have rapidly whitened under the grief and disappointment caused by the r^tlhat their eldest bom is a confirmed and, apparently, hope- '"^itot'f'no more delightful or Christian home tlv^ that of this friend. A devoted and domestic mother has BPent her Jest years for her sons, but, alas, this sorrow. EveYthing that ^LZZ and medical skUl could do has been tried to refojxn Sis loved one, but to no avail. After the h^Pejf,*^^^^^^^ cure, which was the last effort made, was shattered, the father %yCyTas. " No. sir. I can do nothing for your boy I nreS laboring with ymi, the responsible party." The father Sote^tuh amazement, and said : '• Labor with me I you know i^m a strict teetotaler and not a drop «' j'^^^^^^'fj'^ J J^ been permitted in our household; the boy never learned to Sc^t home. It haB been the saloon, with ite open do^that has ruined James." "Certainly."! replied, "it Z open saloon that has done this deadly work. But are you not responsible for these open doors, so far as you have the power to be? The saloon exists because of license laws, aiid Z^ have voted for men to make these laws^ Of course, where Ihere are saloons, there must be drunken boys. Have we not and holy, g earth, ished, an 1 lowly; ou falter id at stake ? y altar come together, lerance fight, avenly Father, m J. G. Whittier. tESPONSIBIIilTY. labor with his drunken into a sober hfe. The jod wife, have rapidly intment caused by the d and, apparently, hope- jistian home than that c mother has spent her orrow. Everything that las been tried to reform the hope of the Keeley was shattered, the father othing for your boy. I ible party." The father abor with me ! you know ) of intoxicants has ever he boy never learned to saloon, with its open •tainly," I replied, " it is irtly work. But are you so far as you have the use of license laws, and elawB. Of course, where nken boys. Have we not Plaitorm Piarls. 905 huA three sets of candidates nominated for the legislature, the ^y thtttgally controls this bunincHS. before the voters of SJountyVmany, many elections V ^es, one was a olS^rat, who publicly declared that he would legislate for urropen saloon. No one could be deceived as to wlit he luld do iTelected. Another was a Republican, who as loudly ;:Saimei that he would permit the saloons to - w.th open A^^ if parh would pay into the city treasury f 3.')0. No one trne^elriir^^^^^^^^^^ ^^ »''- ^^ ^^^^^ ^ ^^Z tet who fearlessly announced that if he gamed a seat n tins lal-mS body, he would make it a cnme with ample pun- • LTiJr to seU this poison, indiscriminately, m any com- '^^: ?hircandl£ is always selected with reference^to Hs iety, ability, and Christian character. He is alway. recoKnized as an able man for the position. Did you, gwd fSfTvote for the man (or the party) who promised to protect yi toy Instead of the saloon, the man who would have made ItZTlr your boy to have escaped temptation, to have done rieht to have grown into a sober manhood :> "'lie father Lked steadily upon the floor, in ns ArnvoS own should be drunken, and yours should escape. SiTitTtr^ry has the $250, you have the boy. You are the SJe rCSibTe because you - a regular attendant upon nraver meeting and church service and an officer in a Chris tian ch^h^^ You have not sinned without the light, for you have Sthe appeals of nearly all our best advocates o Pro- Sio^youhaveWdanabundanceofliteraturepla^^dinyour Zds, but apparently to no avail. You have made an idol of 'xa Platfobm Phakls. party and your party legislation has ruined yotir »on If your sorrow scourges your conscience, renienibcr it w Gods way to punish those who violate liis law, at t'.c iMvUotbox, a« else- wherur wrongs are avengwl by the triumph of right ; And a radiant victory at last it shall wave O'er the rnmparts we've Htt)rnied, o'er King Alcohol's grave. Swing it out from the staff, let it shadow the ground Where the fathers of liberty sleep 'neath the mosses : Run it up o'er the homes where the mothers are found Who through watches of anguish are counting their losses. In the tear-moistened sod, which our martyrs have tro«l. We are planting it deep for our land and our God. And this banner of world-circling love e'er shall wave In the name of our Christ, who is mighty to save. — Kate Lutitleiu 16T. ON A LKHIUH VAH.KV TRAIN.* It was the morning after election. The Lehigh Valley day coach between New York and Buffalo was pretty well crowded, and naturally the general discussion was the election. The attention of the passengers was attracted to a clerical- looking individual who sat about the center of the car and who was talking in a rather excitedly loud tone of voice to a man in the seat just ahead. The reverend gentleman waa saying : " No, sir ; I did not throw away my vote, but you and every other man that voted the Prohibition ticket did. I be- lieve in Prohibition, preach for Prohibition, and pray for Pro- hibition " , ^ • *. „ " But vote for whisky," quietly interrupted the man m tne front seat. , . . »■ * " You insult me, sir ! " replied the preacher m a voice that startled everybody in the car, and at once all the passengers ceased their conversation and gave their attention to the preacher. "No man shall tell me in my face without being rebuked that I vote for whisky. I have preached for twenty years, and my voice has always been for Prohibition, but I do not believe in bringing the matter into politics. I have voted with my party for over twenty years and don't propose to throw away my vote on a party that never can elect its candidates. Just then a man sitting in a rear seat, who had been an m- terested listener to the discuflsion, came forward, and fastening • Copyrighted by the Author. '4)8 Platvohu 1'eahi.h. two bright black eyes, which looked out through a puir of gokl eyeglaases, on the preacher, said : " Pardon me, sir; did I understand you to say you are a preacher ? " "Yes, sir." " Tliat you believe in Prohibition? " " Yes, sir. I have preached it for twenty years, and I be- lieve the liquor traffic to bo the curse of this nation, and that every rumseller ought to I* beliind prison burs." " You also said you voteil yesterday for the candidates of one of the old parties ? " " Yea, sir ; the party I have always supported." '• Is your party in favor of license or prohibition." " I don't think the question has anything to do with politi- cal parties." " Probably not, but did any rumseller vote the same ticket as you?" " Oh, yes ; probably many thousands of them." " Do you think that a single rumscUer in the United States voted the prohibition ticket yesterday ? " " Certainly not." "Why?" "Why? Why, because thry would be fools to support a political party that would, if it got into power, sweep away their business into everlasting oblivion." " Oh, I thought you said the question of Prohibition was not a political one. The rumhellers evidently think it is. Now, sir, if a liquor man who believes in license, defends license, spends money for it, talks it and votes it. would be a fool to vote the Prohibition ticket, I would like to know what you are, who believe in Prohibition, preach it and pray for it, but vote the same ticket as the rumseller?" There was a pause. The sharp, black eyes of the questioner were fixed on the reverend gentleman, who evidently was not prepared for such a direct thrust. Finally he managed to say: "I refuse to answer such an insulting question, sir. I vote according to the dictates of my conscience and " «' I beg your pardon, sir, but you do nothing of the kind. Every time you cast your ballot for your rum-ruled liquor law party you vote in direct opposition to your conscience and you km tio pai (lol ori bn do be yc is 4,< se y< cc ir ii n ri a » P f 5 PLATrunM Pbarlb. hrough a puir of gold ou to say you are a enty yeaiH, and I be- tliiB nation, and that I bars." For the candidates of ipported." )rohibition." Iiing to do with politi- vote the same ticket tf them." I- in the United States be fools to support a power, sweep away m of Prohibition was vidently think it is. 'es in license, defends 1 votes it, would be a lid like to know what sach it and pray for it, r?" : eyes of the questioner who evidently waa not ise to answer such an ng to the dictates of ) nothing of the kind, r rum-ruled liquor law jur conscience and you know it. You also know that the liquor buainesH of this na- tion is licensed every year by law. You know that pol.tK^^ parties make and maintain the law. You know that y ur political party could not, if it would, pass or enforce prohih.t- orv laws. You know that fully one-half of the saloonlsts and brewers and distillers of this land vote the same ticket as y..ti '*°""You know that your vote yesterday will be counted as being in favor at the saloon. You know that the only way you can inform the government that you believe m Prolubitu.n is through a Prohibition ballot. You know that there are 4 000 000 Christian voters in this nation who profess, like your- self, to favor Prohibition, but the most of whom vote every vear with you for whisky. You know that the angel Gabriel could not pick out your vote from that of a rumseUer as it lay in the b<»x yesterday. i,„„j„ "You know all this, I say, and yet you raise your hands in a holy protest when this gentleman here ventured to re- mark that you vot«d for whisky. Let me tell you. sir. that the rumseUer who votes with his license party for the protection and perpetuation of his business is a thousand times more de- serving of respect for honesty and consistency than you, who profess to favor Prohibition, but voting directly for whisky. Your professions in that line, sir, are a lie, your preaching a farce, your prayers a mockery, and your vote a protest against your own conscience, your church and your God ! " Just then ft brakeman opened the door and in a slow, dis- tinct and sonorous voice cried out : . „ . u . " AUentown ! Change here for Reading and Harrisburg 1 Do not overlook your baggage ! " j j ^^ The preacher made a dive for his coat and vahse and darted out of the car, saying as he went : " Sorry I can't stay with vou longer. I'll think over what you have said. •^ * — Tallie Morgan. 158. THB CALF PATH. One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home, aa good calves should, But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail, as all calves do. 14 'ilu Platfobm Pkarlh. Since then two hundred yeaw have tted, And, I Infer, the calf is dead. But still he left liehlnd his trail, And thereby hangs my moral talc. The trail was taken up noxt day By a kme dog that pjissed that way ; And then a wise bell-wether sheep Pursued the trail oer vale and steep, And drew tlie flock behind him, Ux). Ab good bell-wethers always do. And from that day o'er hill and glade Through thoae old w(K)ds a path was made, And many men wound in and out, And dodged, and turned, and bent about. And uttered words of righteous wrath, Because 'twas such a crooked jmth ; But still they followed — do not laugh — The first migrations of that calf ; Anut, lent about. I wrath, tath ; t laugh — f; id-way Btulked, v-alked. » led again ; ad, 1 his load sun, I in one. ;ca!f. !BH fleet ; (Gt, are, a, 08 this And mm two wnturiiM and a half Tr centuriw* v. Instead «* sounding the bugle call to high endeavor, it has weaHv ^^t. STi "and made futile attempts to run caucuses, and . led to rollecra '^good man " in this or that license party (usuaUy 4is '-) it hasrstained a law which involves an option to sm ; it h^ too ght about a voto on a prohibitory amendment after r.f fliMB net features was also an orphan. _ 1 Tas^ verted attention from themain work, by orgamzing thP'Votl Union "in Ohio in 1883, the State Temperance iiembly Tn New York in 1884. the National Non-Partisan T il, 1884 the "Union Prohibitory League" m Pennsyl- rm^'L 1889 an'd nuSluB other like failures whose graves are green. Platfob!. Pearls. 81S ace ; ny a day. le; disease comes to stay. ing to-day, Is downward alway. to-day ; ! jn, in the fiay. — Indiana Phalaiix. I-PABTISANSHIP. ti8an8hip"ha8 controlled la of temperance. What (tandard low. Instead of ivor, it has weakly " peti- run caucuses, and i ied to that license party (usually 1 involves an option to sin ; libitory amendment, after zed its defeat ; it has left Ipless orphan ; it has mag- 1 compromise measures as , the 200 feet law, the Sun- mges in that four-hundred- it has seen to it that each )han. emain work, by organizing J83, the State Temperance the National Non-Partisan litory League'" in Pennsyl- like failures whose graves ..Non-partisanship -has afflicted us ^ith ;;«i«^ ^>--;^ and "StateCoutrol.'-whichgiveatremendous "re^enuo ch.b ^^ E^eZr'^'non-partisanship" is tryin. to mislead the voung student of Christian citizenship into these same «wamps 'and lx)(rs where their elders have so long floundered. I?^sl the aggressivetemperance sentiment of America, was f.st cryXi/gTntothe National Prohibition I'-y. Jhe vo^ leaned from 10,000 to 150,000. Angels held their breatii, loi Sghtot m^ral revolution since Pentoco.t was impending But ' n'nTartisanship" blocked the way, and ^^^ ployed the Lees of timidity, conservatism, -^ l-^^^^^ check the rapid unification of moral power, and to delay the hfumph of right. In this, while "powerless for good it was ^rrful for evil." It ha« ever interpose.! the lower issue. It raTd^neiswork it hns made its record. It ha. granted hquor- dl t^e to create the most oppressive -^^^^-fjjf. greatest political power which this land ever 8a>. . It has vided our friends and compacted our foes. „d American labor, becauK, o( toy.ne with «... p.Wol al More than one million ot han.a.. . '«»• ■""'"f J ^^lol «.- twelve .22^»'J-^™ rter- reiarsob. rTaS to»"Zr.?=e..' ..Non.p^l«»,.ip- In full is both wise and strong. 1 hen j^ eon our God, our country, and our homes. - A. K. neax 161. A PUMI.BD SANTA CI^ACi. Oh, say, it's the funniest story ! I've just heard all about it. you see ! 814 Platform P«abl8. And I hurried right over to tell you, 'Cause a part of it meauB you and me. In ChriBtmas-laiid (you know where that is. Tho ne'er a geography tells, Away, far away toward the sunlight, Is where Santa -old Santa Glaus, dwells)- In Christmas-land, whispers of trouble Were afloat in the air. " It's so queer . Seid Santa's chief clerk, " for we always Have sunshine and gladness up here. " But surely there's something the matter. For never in all of my life Have I seen Father Santa so worried, Nor so bothered, Dame Goody, his wife. And just then a bugle rang clearly. And fairies and elfins and all — Yes, all of the Santa Claus helpers, Went hurrying off to the hall. To the great, bright haU of the palace. And Santa av aited them there, His eyes all aglow in the sunlight, And gold-crowned his snowy white hair. " It's all right ! " they said one to another. " Father Santa's discovered a cure For the trouble that worried and vexed him. And he'll tell us about it, be sure." And old Santa did tell them the story. And he told it so well that they cried. And then laughed and hurrahed till the ccIuhm Went ringing through auristmas-land wide. Of course 1 can't tell it as he did. But I'll do just the best that I may To explain why dear Santa looked troubled When he thought of the glad Christmas-day. You see he had planned all liis presents. And his people were working by night And by day, so they'd surely be ready With the Christmas-time's store of delight. PtJlTFOBll PEABLB. ai& me. i that Ik, ht, i, dwf lls)- ibk- jueer I "" Iways lere. matter, ied, lis wife." i. Jace. hite hair. another. ure vexed him. re." jtory, Y cried, till the echoes las-land wide. may Bd troubled ::hri8tma8-day. iresents, by night ready re of delight. But just as ho rubbed his hands gaily. And chuckled to think there would be No delay in the filling of stockings, No lack in each Christmas-tide tree, Lo ! a telegraph-boy with a message. And it read, " Mr. Dear Santa <:liiiis. There are boys and girls, ever no many, Who can't have any Chriatnwa, because " Their papas have lost all their money — And the rumsellers stole it, we b'lieve — We big ones can stand it, but babies- Say, Sayita, you know how they grieve. " Now can't you just help us a little t Just enough so the babies will think That Christmas means loving and kissinu, And something to eat and to drink f " Poor Santa ! Sure never and never Was he half so much troubled and vexed. " Some children —and nothing to give theui, No wonder the saint was perplexed. His gifts were all promised. The orders Had l-en in for a twelvemonth or more. Dame G '>dy assured him the helpers Were working as never before ; No time and no stock for the making, Not even a dolly to spare, Nor so much as a bagful of candy, No wonder he groaned in despair. But Santa's not worked for the children Without learning to know them, you see- And soon he untangletl the tangle, And laughed out again in his glee. " I have it ! That Temperance Legion Will be only to happy to lend Their help to a puzzled old fellow Who's sorely in need of a friend. " I'll tell to the Legion the story — Indeed. I will tell them the whole — r S16 Platform Pkarlb. Of the brave little laddies and lassies, And the Christmas the rumsellers stoie. "About the dear babies I'll tell them, I know how their hearts will be stirred, I know how they'll rally to help me As quick as I send them the word." So saying, old Santa touched quickly A curious kind of a spring. And the telephone bells on the Earth-land 'Gan to merrily jingle and ring. And this is the way that I heard it. And why I hare hurried to you — And now there is only one question. "Just what can you awl I dof" — Alice M. Gii£m8ey. lea. A BONO OF HOPK. Children of yesterday. Heirs of to-morrow. What are you weaving — Labor and sorrow ? Look to your looms again ; Faster and faster Fly the great shuttles Prepared by the Master. Life's in the loom, Roomfor it — room! Cliildren of yesterday. Heirs of to-morrow, Lighten the labor And sweeten the soitow, Now —while the shuttles fly Faster and faster. Up and be at it — At work with the Master He stands at your loom. Room for Him — room ! Children of yesterday, Heirs of to-morrow, Look at your fabric •ITOW, ttles fly yiaster oom t y. V, Platform Piakus. 317 Of labor and soitow. Seamy and dark With despair and dieaster, Turn it — and lo, The design of the Master ! The L<.Td'8 at the loom, Room for Him — room ! — Mat-y A. Lathbury. 168. THK FABmidl ANJ> HIS «UN.» CHAPTER 1. .' Great Scott. Maria, I do wish you would quit your talking to me about Prohibition. If men want drink they are gomg to have it, and all your Prohibition laws .n the world amt agoing to stop ihem from getting it.' " But see here. Joshua, don't you know ? "Yes I do know considerable more about it than you women do. Why, only yesterday, that lightning 'od man told TeThat he could get all the liquor he wanted to in Prohibition States I am in favor of repealing all prohibitory laws so long TlSy axe violated in that manner. Maria, the only way to deal with this question is to i^rsuade the drinkers to quit - tL the pledge Moral suasion will do more good in one day th^ proEibiaon that does not prohibit will do in a y^ Then make the rum-sellers pay a high license. That's what I call practical temperance."' CHAPTER n. " Maria, this 'ere stealing from my orchard has got to stop or by ginger there will b.> a few dead thieves around here orettvsoon. I won't stand it any longer ! " . -Joshua, isn't there a pretty strong prohibitory law against stealing in this State ? " . ^ u „„ " Yea, sir, there is, and by George I am gomg to see it en- forced. I will get a first-class gun and hire some man to watch the thieves and shoot them on the spot!" „„,,««.? " Say, Joshua, what's the use of trying to enforce that law It is viited every day, and wouldn't it be better to repeal a^l laws against stealing until public sentiment was ready to en- force them?" i^opyrlghte*! by the author. ais FUlTFORM PKABLS. ..PubUcBentiment be hanged! That shows how much you women know about practical matters. "But Joshua, you cant make men honest by laNN, you know ^Id the on'l/way you can settle this thieving que«tjon istoilersuade the thieves not to steal -get them to sign the pledge, you know, and "' " Maria, are you going crazy V" . , , j <« „«„ .. No J^shuafl'm getting to be a Httle ' P-ct.ca ; don t^^^^^^^ see. A^ I was saying, get the thieves to s,gn tl^« P^^f^e nev^r to steal again, and make those who refuse, pay h.gh license for Htealine That's what I call practical worK. '''^! Seat Scott, Maria, what a dandy legislator yo.x would ma-.e ! Under the magnificent schemes of your ferti^ bram Si ^eat problems would be solved in two weeks. Now. I pro- ;Lf tolh^w you that thelaw a^inst stealing can be enforced. CHAPTER in. .. Well Maria, I have been to town, bought a gun, have hired BiU S^kVs' to handle it and keep a sharp lookout for the thieves ^dS^g away at the first one that shows his head over the '^°^Well, Joshua, you know tl. prohibition dc^n't prohibU and here you hav; gone and spent |30 or *30 for a gun that wtl do nJ^. If men wa.t to steal they are going to, and Tu voi prSition laws in the world wont stop them. fX Heaven's sake. Maria, stop your confounded nons^^ns^ Wait for a few weeks and we'll see if the thieves c«n be squelched or not." CHAPTER rv. ..WeU. Joshua, six weeks have gone by and the thieving goes on jilst the same. Now, what are you going to do about ^'' ::St-r^a:Sy :httTh:vebeendoing. Prohibition doesnt prohibit, does it?" " Not yet, but just you wait." " Is the gun all right ? " '■ Yes, the gun is first-class." •' Ye" the gun has been properly loaded all the time." " And the stealing has been going right along t PUATFORH PBAHLS. aio howa how much you honest by law, you hiB thieving question get them to sign the ' practical,' don't you sign the pledge never 9, pay high license for rk.'- legislator you would of your fertile brain, o weeks. Now, I pro- filing can be enforced." (Ught a gun, have hired lookout for the thieves ows his head over the bition doesn't prohibit, or |30 for a gun that they are going to, and 'on't stop them." r confounded nonsense, if the thieves can be neby and the thieving B you going to do about ing. Prohibition doesn't aded all the time." right along?" "Maria, you are enough to drive any man crazy, and if you let up for a few minutes I will tell you why 'he tliieving has not stopped. / have jmt discovered that Bill Sykea is one of the thieves." " Oh ! that's it, is it ! Well, now, since you are one of these non-pai'tisan temperance men, your next move will be to get up a petition addressed to Bill Sykea, begging liim to do the work he was hired to do. Or, perhaps, you will organize a law and order league to force Bill Sykea to enforce the law ?" " Maria, I am not a natural born fool, and I want you to understand it once for all. I have discharged Bill Sykea and hired a vian in his place who has no sympathy mth thieving or thieves. Now, I expect that prohibition uill prohibit." •'Joshua, if you had the sense of a fresh water clam you would learn a lesson from this. You complain that prohibi- tion of the liquor traffic does not prohibit and that the liquor men violate every law passed for the protection of society. Yet you and the rest of your party vote men into oflSce like Bill Sykes, who are a part of a gang of law breakers. Instead of voting to discharge these men and put Prohibitionists into office, you reelect the same old crowd and then whine that ' prohibition does not prohibit,' and ' you can not make men good by law,' and such cowardly nonsense. Joshua, vote to discharge forever all the Bill Sykes's and place the prohibition guns in the hands of Prohibitionists, who have no sympathy with rum-selling or rum-sellers." " Oh Lord, these women ! these women t " — Tallie Morgan. 164. A FlTNERAIi TO-DAY. As I write a fimeral procession is passing my door. It is the burial of a neighbor who has died of alcoholism, our national disease. He returned but a few weeks ago from the Keeley cure, strong in faith that he would never yield to the appetite again. He is the second man in this community to die of a debauch after this treatment and another of our citizens is " on a spree" now, who has received this so-called cure. The father of this last one is b jt-broken. "For," says he, "I thou?»ht my boy was redeemed, but now there is no hope." As I see the man carried to hia grave, a man who has occu- pied seats high in- the councils of the nation, I can but exclaim : ..W,m..c»U, revenue "M..^;.;^^^^^^^^^ kingdom of heaven 1 Do jo^ J ^j^^ ^.^j Remember b^ ^^P;^'^^! " 'S chainB of appetite have glas«. anl '"^:": ^^'^'^^I'^'e ^ and in the days of hiB ripeet tound him tighter and *'8*^7' S^.'^^^.^jned by the votes of ^,nh,es«heisavict,moat^^^^^^^^^ Sr:;;drnth?«;rrhat creates him thu.helple.mthe ^'-r n! ^^ -Clay by the ^ ofhU --- ^ ^hoBe greatest sorrow -«« ^J^^^^^^^ ^^Z giave uttering a eons" was a drunkard. She ^^^\Jl^ ^^ ^^ ^^ g«v- prayer for his salvat.on^ ^,",' ""of c^^^^ mothers. God emment helps answer ^^ ^^^^^^^^ ^ ^ell as pray, hasten the day when mothers can vote ^^^^^ By his Bi<^« «*-•! ^f;;ra^:lTv:i^^ ticket that would tohisreformauon.bu Jh^^^^^^^ ^^^^^ ,,, ^^, Bend men to the .L^K'^^^*"!! 7^,. pathway will idly answer, aens that W this weaker both^ and I think it .. O there's no use ; liquor wiu _ Ministers speak by .est to vote my P-^^J^f/t^r jSe sad history in the fat« the side of his ''offi" *«:^^^^^^^^ ^^t number falling aU around of the dead, men who know the J«f^.°" ^^^ ^^ voices that Jhem but who refuse to open ^^^^^^.^a «,ioons in this ..ould sound t^e alarm m the l^^en^^^^^^^^^ ^^^.^^ city of 15,000 souls. No go«I^l ^^ JJj^^^.^ ^fares, locked 8« in the 27 churches t^^*- !^* °° "^^^^^ must, and cobwebs. O days out of seven, given over ^ ^us^^u ^^ ^^^^^^^ ^^^ no, somebody might telMhe member are at ea«e in Zion, that fj^'^fl ^,J^^ the Christian m their ballot o^«^-*>«" ^St^lt at t^^ ballot-box. So a. his pew, who IS the ^^^^-J^^^'^J^^, ..^ers fall into the pro- ::::rJn"rorrrr«1lf the ceas^ess gap a.d give n;Ctdr:Mhrr«fn"X -sineasmen march who Platform Pkarls. 931 he ' poition traffic ! ' " ill we continue to col- He deserves no aym- HUccesH and lie would nkard can inherit the ,o sympathy is due?" lanhood by the social lains of appetite have the days of his ripest tained by the votes of lie deepest sympathy ; lim thus helpless in the his Christian mother, jiost brilliant of all my > her giave uttering a ;he way this man gov- iiristian mothers. Ood [V8 well as pray, who have been devoted ,ote a ticket that vvrould ,uld prohibit the poison ithway will idly answer, I anyway and I think it re." Ministers speak by tie sad history in the fate lumber falling aU around churches to voices that ice of 103 saloons in this erance meetings are held horoughfares, locked six , must, and cobwebs. O '■B of these churches, who carry their religion with 18 wound the Christian m at the ballot-box. So as re others fall into the pro- le ceaseless gap and give business men march who think they " can drink or let It alone." men whose faces show thl" danger dgnal." who call me a "crank, a regular John Brown lK,rn before my time." when I ask them kindly. " \V eliev.«K as they say^ ■ O I know when I have enough. I am not such a weakhng us to over-drink." , Beside this coffin to-day are the editors of our papers who write pathetically of this ' ' ruined life," but who will not allow a line of prohibition sentiment to find its way into their col- umns lest it offend the liquor sellers who patronize their sheets, one of these editors, a brother in the church, -"^es tender y .,f this man's death and publishes in one issue of hs paper thirty-one notices of application to sell liquor ! So the ^^ork giK-s on upheld by press, pulpit, and people. The wife sits clothed in the habiliments of mourning by t e side of his coffin. In her youth and beauty she gave her life aSSneBB into the keeping of this brilliant young man ; SeyweL just out of college, thoroughly equippe< to bmld a ChrisS home. She saw the tempter at work ; M tha love. ^Sn^. and devotion could do she had done^ «^7:Sl Lrsistence, and endurance were remarked by all. but when all ::^tJfled she was obliged to let him drift -d ^- -J. from her ministrations of tenderness and love. It ^m an un ^^1 oLSst. The whole legal powerof Stateand Nation >va« XS^Bt her. for this government ^'^-^^'^^^H^^^^ of the outraged wife, takes no pity on her, but upholds he :^lln-keepef in his deadly work. She is a wid^w ^o-day. the husband and home have been destroyed by the will and power of the government, for the sake of " revenue. Women flock to this funeral and drop tears of synapathy witr^sister beside the bier, but t^^^^ »^-« -^^^^^^^^^^^ the W C. T. U., to read our papers, to fill themselves wun Ino^edge ; they' have no time to educate thej-hildren^;^^^^^ physical effects of alcohol that they may go out m the f ac* oi SiJ ever-present tempter forewarned and ^ore.r^^^O--' these women are too busy hunting ''favors or prog^J''^ euchre " or " cinch " parties, to carry the gospe of Jeetotahsm tnS^palace and hovel alike, so their sons, a little later on, will go the same way ; some are well started now. TSSi Platfowi Pkaiu-b. Beautiful daughtern weep for the abnence and protoctinK care of a loving father. They aie forced mto ^^e 'nduntnal world to compete with men bread-winnerB. In «"« ^^ Jhe taduBtrial problem in made mosteeriouB. Women and children Tm^ with and cut down the income of "»«!« -'^f ^7" 3 Uie labor problem comes uppermoHt, only to be Bolved when wfi Holve the liquor queHtion. Z train o?evilB following in the wake of this funera • «ne of 125,000 each year, shows how the government protects (?)thi home, the wife and children, and the best mterests of the ''^S saloon can not be legalized and the home protected mider tho same flag. . . •* „„ j „,i,«t, Men-voters, what are you going to do about it, and when are you going to do it? WiU you begin next time you vote? ?our Iwer -ill be in the size of the next Proh bit.on party " " _ mien M. Gotigar. vote. _^____ 165. THK WAB «OD. » Who art thou, mighty one, hastening down the vista of the years, thou of such brilliant apparel, such clarion voice, such stately tread ? " . ^, i ■ "I am the War God,' replies the gallant specter, " the king of all the kings of the earth." u„,i.rnn«v' " How didst thou come into possession of so high a tl rone . .. Because of my power. Since the birth of man, the reins of all the governments of the world have been placed in ray hand. An absolute monarch have I ever been, my word the law of aU nations. How oft, to indulge my fancy, have I or- dered mv subjects to turn some majestic city into a gigantic Lfire, or to butcher a thousand children that their cries of anguish might add a new strain to the songs raised for my '^'-^thou flatter thyself that thy subjects all serve thee ^'TlfpraJi^bl a sign of love, the affection all bear for me must indeed be intense. Poets have dedicated to me their noblest efforts. My achievements have '°«Pi'«.em unburied in alien lands, I have reared asylums for those ^ho have be- come crazed by dwelling on the horrors of my career. I have y^ Pl-ATrOBM i'KARUl. iu^the ,ky with wailH of widow, an.l "H-l-anj. I have R^^^^^^ the t..nli to iuvria.lH of once hapi^.v houieH. I ha^o dcfltroyt. ountUKH workH of urt whi.h no goniu« can over -pm uce have given to the ll.unes great lii.rarieH-tream.neH of the ; mutd wisdom of agcH. now gone for ayc-1 have levelled e "h as doeB the H,.rinK the hilL-ckn of hhow. I have h. - ,ueathe.lt..theHeaunnumlH,red»leet8 with then- human ear- Koe8 And with one hreath have I .innihilated whoK. raeeH. .' O thou terrible one. how \h it thy reign ha« been ho long . " BecaUHC mortalH have denired my rule." .. MuHt thiH fair earth always U« nmrrwl by thy bloody fo,,t- BteoeV Wilt thou never surrender thy kingdom to another^ "Ave therein one nu,re,K>werful than am I who wa.tH to ancend my throne, whenever men decree. Peace ,h th.K b|.v^ ^eign. Hho come» from the olive plainH that surround the tl.rone of dod H-r advent wa« announced by the angelH vvho ^r^ned the birthnong of the Prince of Peace. Her kingdom Lll 1. an everla^ting kingdom, -.i.^nm. ^ — ^... aye.'" lee. OKKAT ,\»V%!« K. The Prohibition Party ha« been for yearH a Btubborn right- eous mu.ority. SaidDeTo, profoundly Z t whe. he said : " If you would save the nation you mus s u ctify it as well aB fortify it." The Prolubition Party stands for iK^Utical sanctiflcation, a .juickened and a qu.ckenmg con- ""'wlatTs the balance sheet ..f the Prohibition Party reveal V If we have done nothing for the present generation o^ /or pos- ritv we should step .«ide. Pc«t.rity? " Why." said Patrick when urged to do something for iKjster.ity, "why should I do Tny thing for ,H>sterity V What has it done for me. I should like to iH of the for iiyc — 1 liave levelled ;kH of snow. I havo Ix'- t8 with their Imiuiin cnr- nnihihited whok. rax'tm." ' reign ha« Jjcen ho U>ngV " ly rule." imrrend every dumb thing here Uved out its day, N< v dreamed of torture or the deadly kmfe. Bu>chwol, the Prince, came of a v -nor tribe, His days to battle and to chase ht^' ?ven : Yet here he saw a vision beautiful Of a white world where slaughter had no place. Where Holiness and Mercy fair had met. Where Contemplation had not scorned to throw A shield protecting e'en the humblest thmgs To which the heavens had given the gift of life. So tho hib hands were red with human blood - A warrior and a hunter from his birth - Brochwel a gift unto MelangeU made, A tract of land to be for her and God ; A Place of Holiness, where hunted things. Whether of human kind, or of the brute. Should find their safety and might reet secure. Nor fear the hunter's horn nor butcher s knife, Nor the wild vengeance that man wreaks on man. There Monacella lived her lonely life. And succor gave to all that fled to her. Yea, from her girlhood to her dying day. When old and feeble she gave up her breath - Through those long years her hermitage became A picture of the Paradise of God — A place of peace from war and bloodshed free. A symbol of the future, when the world Shall learn the Message of the Carpenter, And Love shall rule ^^^^^^^^ aA.' A^n. 168 THK VOMK OK A STAB. Dark night her tent once more unfurled, on Power's firs^cen- Upou reWbf; heart of the world - the great, grand city of And hSh"S'at L.t were the chariot-tiies, and still the sandalled And dhnL.l the „al«f millions, instead of lalwriously hushing it down 1 Away with " critical coldness" at such a time ! During the late war, at evening roll-call, a captain said to his company : " Soldiers, I am ordered to detail ten men to a very dangerous service, but of the greatest importance to the army in the coming battle. I have not the heart to pick the men, for the chances are against their ever coming back. But if there are ten men in the company who will volunteer for this service, they may step two paces to the front." As the captain ceased speaking, that whole line stepped two paces for- ward, and stood there with every man in place, and ranks as even as before. The captain's eyes were dim, and his voice faltered as he said : "Soldiers, I thank you ; I am proud to be captain of such a company." That is what we want now, brave hearts and even ran s, moving forward all to- gether for the right. .. .^ , ^ Let every man who beUeves Prohibition to be the duty of the hour, act with prompt decision for himself, and he will be astonished to find how many will step forward with him. Evary man who decides helps some other to decide. Let aU who believe in Prohibition be alive, awake, and speak, act, and vote with high resolve and burning enthusiasm for the New Emancipation of Humanity I Then it will come 1 — Rev. James C. Femald, ITO. WOMAN'S HOtTB. Between the past and the future hangs A gate that so lightly clings. It seems a breath might put it ajar. Yet it never stirs, or swings ; JiMvni PLAxrouM Peauui. iM5 worth of enthuBiaBiu. Itlon of iiil'.d. tnthiuUum 1» (lay convlufi'd me tlmt If It T in alinoBt irrcBlHlibU'."' waving hiH liat, shout- the other way ! " one ita in the temperance lought would but give burning in the hearts hing it down 1 Away ■call, a captain said to to detail ten men to a itest importance to the the heart to pick the !ver coming back. But who will volunteer for to the front." Ah the 5 stepped two paces for- in place, and ranks as ere dim, and his voice k you ; I am proud to hat is what we want noving forward all to- libition to be the duty )n for himself, and he will step forward with some other to decide, live, awake, and speak, ming enthusiasm for the en it v/ill come I w. Jamea C. Femald, OUR. ture hangs gs. , it ajar, But under the arclii'8 in silunco waits A coming hand with a touch of fate. Beyond the gate in the distance glows A splendor serene and high, A fairer glory than touches yet Our vision of sea and sky ; And mellow and clear it softly clings To the gateway's edge like a golden fringe. Over the arches a perfume falls Like breath from the hills of balm, And melody sweeps to a world in pain, As notes from an angel psalm ; The song rings out, like a prophet's cry. And tells of a day that is drawing nigh. Beyond the portal that never swings Is waiting the age of gold, The dawn of peace on the day of God, By poet and seer foretold ; Who holds the key to the lofty gate? Where lingers the hand with the touch of fate? 'Tis centuries now since the holy star Was aflame over Bethlehem, And centuries old is the mighty song Of " Peace and good-will to men," The wise men came when Christ was born. And wise men came when he died, And wise men wandered from Olivet To preach of the Crucified. But darkly the shadows are lying yet On the world where the cross of Christ was set. Why lingers the hope of the world so long After the sweep of the angel song? Why waits the dawn that shall surely bring The reign of glory, when Christ is king? While pitiful cry And wrathful sigh Yet enter the ear of the Lord on high. Ah I wise men ruling in church and state, Where did vou miss it — the Master's will ? 386 PlATKOKM I'KAKIJt. HiB glory is waiting to JUK)d the earth, IIiB lovo is ready uil hearts to thrill. Well may you question Your souls in fear. What hinders the day That should be hero? Who holds the key, since the wise men stand Before the portals with empty hand V Behold a strong and gentle host ! They cathor from every clime and coast, With steady faith and a purpose high, And hearts united hy holy tie ; Who runneth may read — tis woman's hour. The lips, long silent, are clothed with power ! The heart of the world Has come abroad. Its cry has entered The ear of God, The age of miglit grows old and late, When woman stands at the mystic gate. The wise men, toiling the world to win. Have sought the prisoner and set him free ; Have drenched the valleys of earth with blood, In giving to slaves their liberty. They have lifted the serf to a noble place, And wrought for half of the human race. But the golden day For which they pray Hhall never dawn upon slave or throne, 'Till woman cometh unto her own. She has given the world the dew of tears, The nations are born in her cry of pain — The nations that after the weary years Lie at her feet, the strong ones slain. "Twas here they missed it — the Master's will — And hindered the promise he shall fulfill, But lo ! at the arch of the mystic gate Is woman's hand with the touch of fate. — MaryT. Lathrap, I'LAXrOBM tEAHLH. 287 earth, thrill. iHe men Btand landV ind coast, e high, i-oman's hour, i with power ! (1 late, rstic gate. d to win, i set him free ; arth with blood, ty. loble place, uman race. r throne, )wn. jw of tears, cry of pain — ary years les slain. le Master's will — jhall fulfill, jtic gate oh of fate. — MaryT. Lathrap. 171. MIIiKIV* K I!V THK CHrBCMBS.' They say we must keep party politics out of the pulpit. It ix too lute ; it is tlu're. . , . The double-headed party treason by wiiich the saliKin wiim M a Democrat and "holds over" as a llepublican, year after year and that works its alternating shift, delwuching the pub- lic service, deflowering the public virtue, .iegrading the public justice, debasing the l«llot, defeating the church, ha« formed a kind of a pulpit " trust," and regulates iheoutpui of the pu - pit and the religious press according to ils own damnable will shuts one. opens another on half time, and has well-nigh buried fearless, independent patriotism in the very ministry and put a gravestone over it with the scoffer's epitaph, "Tlie Rest is Silence." .... , • * And when some brave man holds out against it, refusing to be bought or scared or sold, it slits his ears, breaks his joints, nails him to the cross of failure, and starves his wifts and chil- dren U'fore his eyes. Do not be angry with me. Wh.at T say is of no imporunce, unless it is true. But I tell you that the American pulpit is well-nigh swamped with subservient, sid- aried, Simonaical silence - which is the most virulent and deadlv form of party politics. , . , , Tlie spoils treason of the old parties is but the other bank of the dumb treason of the pulpit and, by means of their parallel and interoperative disloyalty to church and state alike, between them flows the putrid river of American i)olitics, and one bank of a stream can not rebuke the other for causing the channel to deepen and hold on its way. Peter no more denied Jesus when he swore he did not know Him, than when he warmed himself in craven acqidescence at the fires of the insulters of his Lord. We can not, if we would, exclude politics from the pulpit, but the Prohibition Party offers it a kind of politics that will honor it and help on the kingdom. - John O. Woolley. 17a. A NATION KXAl.TKD.t Tell me, O Voice of the Ages, what power exalteth a nation ? Is it the conquest of arms - the force of victorious battle? nw^n mldraw at National Prohibition Park, N. Y., July 4, im. + Read by the author at the wtlflcatlon banquet. Prohibition Park, N. Y., July 4, 1896. !tt8 t^LAtrOHM llAHM. HwiftcomeH the .uiHw.u. • Not so ; iiuch victory ever debaseth i France w.w but wayward uud weak with all of Na|K.le«ui. triumphs. Ruiim of Itonu- Htill pr.K^laim, ' All martial huccchh i« u Hhadow, UoKrading tlu- houI of the nation;' and Wlwlom hath said that nn-atcr 1h he wlio rulfth hiH Hpirit than he wlio taketh a city. Never wiw nation exaltedigree, rank, such as lords of the old time boa«ted, Ancestrv. in whose veins the bluest of blood Is mingled? " Seldom from stately mansion has come the song that up- lifteth, . , The music that stirs the soul -the iminting whose magical colors Seem blended with Heaven's rare light, interwwven with heart- felt meaning. tYom the iHUVsanfs lottage, more oft than from palace or throne comes the message Waking the world to gla li.e Hi.l.Hta..ce within Bigotry hath not tied M.ice the hnrrurs ..I Spam h ln.|iHHUion, Never Van fullh W iiunMised by narrow and ri^id < nion, Hurelv it niUHl !«• l.il«ily. then, that exaltell. a nalioM. Have 1 not gue«Hed it at liwt, O pu/./.ling Voire of the AKesi' Can wo in FreedtmiV land tind a nation truly exiiiled? Answerinn con... reluctant the words, " Thon art still m.HUC- .(■Hful. Lighted Ik Lil-erty-s torch, but if not from tl..' stars heaven- lustrous, The light is a will o" the wisp, that lea.leth astray the pilKnm. Ho is it in this land wh.-re ll..^ (Joddess <.f Liberty dwelleth. Surely could she but know of tlu- death and destruction alnail her, . Caused by tlie trafllc ii> rum, where 'isTsonul liberty tri- umphs. Liberty, casting away her torch in despair and horror, Would vanish forevermoro and leave the land t.) its darkness. -Listen, O .piestioning one : There is naught that exalteth a nation Have Uighteousness ; this alone bringeth glory and hon*.r eternal." Hushed is the V<.ice of the Past ; but I see in the Future's hori- zon . Dawning the day of hoiw ; and approaching, are three fan- spirits. Faces aglow with light, and these words on th.'ir garb inter- woven. — " For God, Ilonu'. and Country ;" " For Christ an.i the Church ; " God's word and works for the many." Already their presence illumines tlu" ground that Iwfore wiis o'ershadowed : All welcome the Riblwn of White, with Chautauqua and Chris- tian Endeavor 1 List : 'tis the Voice of the F-ture, the words of these Spirits of Progress : . ^.u ^ ■ " Prohibitionists, would you share in the glorious time that is coming ? S40 Flattorm Pearls. Quit you like men ; be strong ; for so shall you join in the triumph. Sternly excluding fore\ er all jealousy, strife, and injustice, We pledge our faith and our friendship alone to the manly and noble." Fades from my sight the vision. Around me are those who are worthy- Worthy the proffered aid of these loftiest Spirits of Progress. Grieve not for these who desert ; we shall find them retracing their foijtsteps, — Else 'tis the purging away of the dross that the gold can well banish. Onward, then, men of the grandest reform that the world has yet witnessed I Kighteousness ever your watchword, and faith in the mandate eternal : Faith— and the knowledge that through this standard, up- borne 'mid the conflict By hands like those you have chosen, the nation will be exalted. — Lilian M. Heath. ^~--. shall you join in the rife, and injustice, lone to the manly and nd me are those who t Spirits of Progress. II find them retracing hat the gold can well rm that the world has I faith in the mandate ;h this standard, up- nation will be exalted. — Lilian M. Heath. TOPICAL INDEX. Ballot. No. BacktohlBChrywUlB ^ Brand of Cain *» Coming Era *' ExacUy of a Size » First Refonn.......... ~ Ground out by a C'raiili 13* Houee that Sam Bnilt J "I'veGotltl" ,00 J'ist the Same J" Level of Civilisation^ iw Not a Mushroom Party W On Certain Adjectives. 127 Prohibition'* Bugle Call 7» Question for Patriots i» Quest Magnificent ^ RedNiagara « Reformer. The.. ^ Sermon in a Saw-Mill W Shall Mothers Vote J l*» !^"rl,°Vl^ws°o°faWhiikyD COWARDICK. Don't Sell your Conscience 10 " Doriesky's Errents ". 74 Effect of Moral Cowardice «o Parmer and His Gun 1m Indictment »» Mainspring of Triumph 8 Present Crisis % Reformer, The ™ Shovel Out ■» Weakness of Local Option los Education. 16 Anti-8uirragist"s Lament » ae Certainty of Progress.. 'M 60 Mainspring of Triumph 8 153 Patriot's Ally »** 72 Self-Government........ » 36 Temperance Education Law i w Voice of Science n* 188 Wanted-a Boy 164 Worried about Katherine JS5 Enthusiasm. lai BigPour..... 'w 7 Gen. Neal Dow. g 128 Land of Prohibition... 86 1S7 Mainspring of Triumph 8 1» ProhibiUon's Buelc Call 78 41 Puzzled Santo Claus 16» 91 Quest Magnificent « lao HunuptheFlag 1" 88 SongofHope. ■ »» 141 Song of the Hour » 16 343 Topical Index. No VeBsel ill Dhiikit 88 WUiUj Uuut 69 Finance. Cnnwiimcc CryBtalllzcd 1.58 I)(ic8 it Pay f 94 . Question for Patriots 18 Red Niagara 38 Song of the Hour 8 Temperance Revoluti'.u 30 Unfortunate Trellis 44 White Ribbon Banner License. American Desert 1(1 Cost of a License 13 Deacon Becry's Protest 72 Deacon's I.iatch 66 Getting lit the Root 1.50 Glorious Monument «8 Letter Exercise IJH Mussulman's View (i Our Benetlcent License Lawn 41 Red Niagara 38 Run up the Flag 138 Sense v». License )8 Sermon In a Saw-mill 38 Stamp it Out 4 Local Optio.n. New Song of Sixpence 110 Tramp's Views, A 81 Weakness of Local Option 188 Manhoui . Back to His Chrysalis 28 Battle Rally 63 Calf Path 158 Christian Endeavorer's I'osilhm.. 60 Curtain Lecture 8J Cut Down the Tree 77 Don't Sell Your ConHclem !■ 10 " Dorlesky's Errents" 74 Effect of Moral Cowardice 80 Fanatic, A 61 Farmer and His Gun 163 Gen. Neal Dow 87 Glorious Monument 62 Ground Out by a Crank 134 "I'veGot Itl" 65 Mainspring of Triumph 8 Moral Warfare 137 On a Lehigh Valley Train 1.57 One Beauty of Civilization 189 Present Crisis 81 Prohibition's Bugle Call 78 Quest Magnificent 21 Red Niagara 32 Reformer, The 48 Run up the Flag 188 Self -Government 85 Shovel Out 88 Song of Mni tyrdom 76 Song of the Hour 8 SUnd Finn 64 Unfortumte 'I'lvllis 44 Wanted-True Men 186 Weakness of Ix}cal Opthm 138 What Do You Care y 71 Which are You i 92 Woman's Answer, A 143 Moral Suasion. Compulsory Morality IIU Moral Suasion Not Sufficient S8 No. ir Patriots la a 3S I Hour a e nevoluti'.ii 30 e Trellis 44 )on Banner LiCKNSE. )c8ert ID iconBC 13 iry'8 Protest W atch fMi he Koot 151) )nument «a else 14H 's View ral Cowardice 80 61 Ills Gun 163 »ow 87 inumcnt 62 by a Crank 134 tl" 65 of Triumph 8 arc 137 I Valley Train 157 of Civilization 129 lis 81 e Bugle Call 78 liflcent 21 1 32 he 43 Flag 138 nient 85 83 tyrdonk 76 Hour a 64 iTix'llis 44 'rue Men 180 f Ix)cal Option 183 3U Care y 71 I'ou? 98 iiswer, A 143 loRAi. Suasion. Morality IIU on Not Sufflcient 88 Topical Index. S43 No. Only Conclusion 82 Vessel in Danger 36 NON-P VRTISANSHir. Politician's Wail jaO Record of Non-PartisanBhip 160 Supreme Curse 8" Oratobt. Big Four 1*1 Expression • Patriotism. Columbia 89 Cut Down the Tree 7T Oen. NealDow S< Moral Warfare Our Watchwonl — Vnimi ! w People's Voice, A l»-l Question for Patriots 12 Kun Up the Flag 13H Self-Govcrnment »» Song of the Hour 2 Temperance Revolution 30 Tower of Shame I'^-j Unfortunate Trellis « Wanted — True Men 136 WarniiiiB ."J Whlte-Klbbou Banner 156 Progrkss. Antl-Suflragist's Lament 25 Back to His Chrysalis 23 Calf Path 158 Certainty of Progress 20 Columbia 39 Coming Era 2i Forces of Battle 48 Fundamental Keforni 96 Great Advance Hio Land of Prohibition 06 Nation Exaltetl, A 1T8 Only Conclusion 88 Our Watchword— Union ! 14 Present Crisis 81 Prohibition's Bugle Cull 78 Beformcr, The 48 Self-Governmcnt 85 Song of HoiK! 1^ Song of the Hour 8 Temperance Kevolutiou 30 To-morrow 95 Vessel In Danger 86 Vot der Voomans llaf Ton 24 Wanted— aBoy 159 Warning 89 What Is Faith ? 105 White-Ribbon Banner 156 Total Abstinknck. Cnt Down the Tree 77 Glorious Monument 62 Gold of Right Habits 5 If 75 Liquor and Wages 96 Moaning of the Bar 9 Not from My Bottle 3 Only Conclusion , -2 So. Run up the Flag 138 SlxBqys 48 Temperance Army i the Quectlon Three Views of a Whisky Bottle. Tramp's Views, A Whisky Deacon 26 88 29 86 13 IBS 40 164 148 128 6 3 111 78 12 45 122 38 30 186 »i 81 84 Water. Nectar of the HIUs 67 Woman. AU the Riglits She Want» 98 Antl-Suflragist's Lament 25 " Dorlcsky's ErrcnU" i* Eve's Krcompense i3 Funeral To-day, A 164 Level of Civilization 101 Remedy Within Reach 180 Shall Mothers Vote? 126 Voice of a Star 168 Vot der Voomans Uaf Ton 24 What J. M. B. Thinks 60 ■VFhy t "" Woman's Answer, A 143 Woman's Hour 1<0 Worried About Kathcrlne 50 Woman's Christian Temperance Union. Evaitgelixtlc Dep'l. Prayer by Dr. Deems >. . . . 118 Vessel in Danger «* Dep't of Flower Mission. Flower Mission 104 DtpHof Framiiist. All the Rights She Wants 93 Anti-SuHraglst'B Lament a " Dorlesky'B Errcnta" 74 Eve's Recompense. 78 Level of Civilization 101 Remedy Within Reach VH Shall Mothers Vote? 128 1 S44 Topical Index. Why? Womun's Uour. No. 88 ITO DtpHitf toyal Ttmpeiance Legion. I^val Temp ?rance liCgion jjJH Pnziled Sania Clans 1"} Temperikuco Army ' •' DepHqfMeivy. " About Ben Adhem" W Dawn of Mercy >w Place In Heaven ^ Saint Monacella'd Lam ba 1B7 Simon Onib'8 Dream i« apeechleas, The ™ Vept't qf Mol/urs' Meeting!. Appeal for the Home 18« Baby Shoes .T.L-U' ■.•••■« m Caae of " Personal Liberty ' ... a, 89 CoBtof aLlcenge " Diflerencc, The 1^ Oloriona Monument w Lead the BoT : • • -.Vi; •.• • ' Mothers Who Wear the Klbbon WJjJJ^j iDl New Soiig of Sixpence JIO Shall Mothers \ote ? J^ Terrors of Eviction J™ Wanted — aBoy io» What Do You Care?.... f» Worried About Katherlne »« DepH of NarcoHce. Case for Charity. . . . . ... . . . . • • • • • • ^ Hldnight Scenes of a Great City . . 38 No. VepH qf Peace and ArlMration. Arsenal at Sprini^eld 185 Decoration Day - 1(»J. 144 Peace Hymn of the Republic 181 W»r God, The "1 Dep't qf Prieon and Jail Work. Flower Mission 1*» Sailor Lad • '*• Dep't rf feeate Work for Oirle. Midnight Scenes of a Great City.. 12M Dep'l of HcUnlilk Temperance In- tlructlon. Patriot's Ally }*J Temperance Education Law lUi Dep't of Soldiere and Sailort. Sailor Lad 1*^ Dep't of Temperance and Labor. Does It Pay? W Liquor and Wages w> Dep't. qf T. W. C. T. V. Word to the Tb 116 W. 0. T. XT.— f**"""-^'" ForGodand Home • 1^ Great Problem..^ >« Itaster Calleth,The 11* Unfortunate Trellis ** Whlte-Rlbbon Army }JJ White-Ribbon Banner iw* Nu. if Pme* and ArlMration. I 8prinefleld 188 n Day -1888 1« mn of the Republic 181 ,Thu "1 of Prison ana Jail Work. [Isglon 1»« i •, i-« rf "enait Work for QirU. Scenes of a Great City.. 12M ficUntilU- Temperanee In- ttruction. Ally 100 ncc Education Law lOT 7 0/ Soldier$ and Sailon. Id l*i of Temperanct and Labor. mi Wages 96 »p'<. (jT r. W. C. T. V. theVB "8 ?. C. T. XT.— f*"NBBAI.. and Home • J^ robleiu j}» Calleth,The "* nateTrelllB ,<* Ubbon Army JJi libbon Banner is»