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Nr 10 THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 10, 1900. THE MAKERS OF OREGON HISTORY RECITED AND TRIBUTE PAID TO THE PIONEERS. Rotable Address of the Rer. H. K. HInes Before the Pioneer Associa tion of Umatilla County. The .following memorial address was de - llvered May 31, at the annua meeting of the Umatilla Pioneer Association, at "Wes ton, by the well-known pioneer, the Rev. H. iC HInes, D. D., before a large and ap preciate audience: But yesterday the magnificent citizen ship of our whole country, in Its proud end patriotic manliness and womanliness, marched to the sound of martial and pa triotic music, under the sheen of the Stars and Stripes of our glorious Union, by the graves of our heroic and monumenl ed dead. They came to garland tombs with gifts of perpetual and tender, even of grateful and happy remembrance. It was not the cypress and nightshade of fad news and mourning that they planted there, but the rose and the lily and the morning glory of love and trust and happiness. There was Joy in the memory of the lives departed, pride in the work those lives achieved, and a lofty triumph in the be ljcf that they had been consecrated to hu. manlty, living, and now departed, tluy had been given to Immortality and to God. No higher, holler day illuminates and il lustrates our National calendar than this. No day Is bo eminently consecrated to the living as that which we thus consecrate to the memory of the noble dead. Every man and woman and child of America sees ' deeper into the blue sky above them, and understands more clearly the measureless glory of noble living today than they did yesterday. Thus to all future eyes, the 30th day of May will be. In America, the day of most patriotic and loving retrospect, as well as the day of most lofty and Ideal inspiration. Enmities and divisions and sectional strifes of the living will be hush ed and laid to slumber on the still bosom of the tombs of the dead we honor because they lived and died that all men men might beter live and worthier die. From yesterday and Its wide and beauti ful memories, we, fellow-pioneers, comt together this morning to weave our gar land of appreciative speech to deck and honor the memory of those of our number in this particular association of pioneers that have during the past year dropped out of our rapidly thinning ranks and pitched their tents under the evergreens of immortality beyond the mystic river, never to strike them again. We were but a email band at the beginning. The loss of one leaves a chasm in our ranks that never can be tilled, and reminds us that the last of the small though noble army of the pioneers will soon join his old time comrades on the golden plains whose ucented groves and shining vistas, and mirroring water-flows, and the ageless life, rise into the sublimity of the eternal. It Is well that we call the roll of those who have thus, before ourselves, reached the transcendent honor. It is an occasion of rejoicing to us all that the list Is so brief, yet we are jealous of these selectlont, for names more widely known and more generally and worthily honored could hard ly have been chosen from among us liad death been seeking for the worthiest and the best I first call the name of William Martin, 77 years of age. William Palmer, 74 years of age. Nathan Pierce, G4 yeara of age. Much in the way of personal eulogy might bo said of these departed brothers of ours. It certainly is not given to many men to spend as many years of active life and spend them to so much and worthy and patriotic purpose as it was given to them. Brother Martin had a rugged, stalwart, somewhat unique personality. He was a Virginian by blrtn, but there wa a wholeness and a soundness in his being that made him more than a Virginian. Cosmopolite In his tenderness, he grew In to a man of sympathies and purposes broadly human, though thoroughly Amer ican. Impelled by this large nature, he early turned his steps out Into the wide, open world, and In 1813, 57 years ago, crossed the plains to Oregon. Here his field of influence and of usefulness ex tended all over the Coast. In every place ho was the honorable and trusted man, than which no higher eulogy can be given any. In public office, in the privacy ol his home. In the Held defending the scat tered families of the pioneers from the cruelties of savage war. In the fraternal and benevolent associations with which he was connected, he was ever recognized as a leader to be fearlessly followed, and a friend to be Implicitly trusted. For 57 years, -he gave his great, though unosten taclous life to the great West that he loved. By the people of Umatilla County he was especially honored In the closing yeans of his eventful lite, and he especially honored the people wno thus loved him. While County Judge of Umatilla, and Su preme Commander of the "Pioneers of the Pacific" at the age of 77 he was called from our midst, and took his permanent place In the hisiory of the great personal forces that formed and stamped Oregon with her unique and honorable character. Notnblc Ploneern. Nathan Pierce was born In Indiana, of which state he remained a citizen until the great civil war broke out, when he enlisted in the 43d Indiana vplunteers and went to the Held of strife. Disabled by a gunshot wound he was honorably dis charged. In ISC he came to the Pacltlc Coast, and In 1SCS became a resident of Umatilla County. Here, by his sterling character, by his general intelligence, by his broad manly sympathies, he non an honorable place among your most respect ed citizenship. Quiet and unpretending, he won. by the solid merit of his life and the general trustworthiness of his mind. a. commanding place among those who mold the opinions and fashion the des tinies of commonwealths. His home, which he made the abode of a generous and cordial hospitality, greatly and justly mourns the absence of so noble and trust ed a head. Of such as Nathan Pierce the best of pioneers, the bravest of soldiers, the worthiest of citizens are made. When a man has won. like him, an honored place In the Grand Army of the Republic. a fraternal and trusted recognition as a pioneer of such a land as this. a a citi zen worthy of public trust, and as a home builder of true piety and manllncs. there seems little clue to be won In this life, and our resret6 at his departure are not for him who departs, but for those who remain bereft of his presence, and of what he might continue to do In their behalf. With William Palmer. I regret to say. that I personally had no acquaintance. The record that has come to me is but the briefest outline, stating ths simple facts that he was born in Illinois In 1826, and that he died in Walla Walla, Nov. G. 1S33. and wa- there burled under the auspices of Abraham Lincoln Post No. 4. of the G. A. K. I may not doubt that he was worthy of any tribute I could pay. but 1 am compelled to leave that tribute to other hands, or a later time. Of cne thing I am sure, that, as a member of the Grand Army or the Republic, and as a pioneer, two historic facts entered into his life that entitle htm to public affection and remembrance. Now let me remind you. pioneers, that while there Is a true sublimity there is also a tender, thrilling pathos in such a record. Comrades in battles or bivouacs. In marches or martyrdom cannot bid eacn other the long "good-bye" without flow ing tears "and heaving, throbbing hearts. And when "one Is taken and the other left," he who remains needs must thlnK how soon he too will follow the footsteps that lead him down to the silences of the slumbering grave. Such feelings, such remembrances are good. They chasten yet refine us. They subdue yet elevate us. They give to noble character a touch and coloring' of the Godlike. They make us cling to memories and associations that we have become conscious were the In spirations of our own best making-. They make us conscious that we have walked In the great, hard days of the past side by side with uncrowned kings and queens, whom to have known and companlonca has been to make us kingly or queenly In the measure In which we have Imita ted them. Grateful for what they were to us; acknowledging ourselves the bet ter and the nobler because they were so pood and so noble as we walked together I. down the way. yet we regret their loss 1 f"" their departure. We take as tenderly expressive of our own feel ings: The friends that started with me have entered long: aco: One by one ther left roe Btrursllnr with the toe; Their ptlrrimage was shorter. thIr triumph sooner won. How lovingly they'll hall me when all my toll Is done! With them the blessed atjccls that know no crief or sin, I see them at the portals preparlne to let me In. O Lord, I want Thy pleasure; Thy time and nay are best; But I am wasted, worn and weary O Father, let me rest. What pathos lies In the wcrds and In the memories they evoke. But a short while ago when we all marched down from the mountains we were all young and Arm of step, but now those that re main walk falterlngly, with bowed heads and hearts that echo the long ago, like tired saints upon their last pilgrimage. But it is all well. They nor we could not have been pioneers without all that ren dered distinction and Interest to the stcry and the life of the pioneer, and made him the regnant historic figure taat Illumin ates the record, and Illustrates the spirit that created what we see about us today. And so It is not so much with tears as with triumph that we take up the meas ures of Miller as he sung of those that 1 ren,a,n. to the Oregon they made Mother of states, we are worn, we are gray; Mother of men. we are coin? away; Mother of states, tell mother of men. Of cities, of churches, of homes, of sweet rest; We are going away, we mutt Journey again. As of old we Journeyed to the vast far West. We tent by the river our feet once more. Please God, are set for the ultimate shoro. Good-bye! Slow folding our snow-white tenrs Our dim eyes lift to the further-shore; And neTer these riddled, gray regiments Shall answer full roll-call any more. "Were Types of Progress. But, Pioneers, It Is Impossible to thins or speak of such men on such an occasion In any worthy terms without thinking and speaking beyond their mere individ uality of person. There are men and there are things that stand for more than themselves. They are types of progress and prophets of advancement. They are historic because they are the makers and monuments of history. They lead and they mold the advance of civilization everywhere. What they are themselves they Impress upon their age and be queath to all the ages. So the Pioneeis who hewed their way through a thousand leagues of mountain barriers that the footsteps of future civilization might fol low In their trail, will forever stand for all for which the civilization that they led westward itself shall stand in the world's vast progress. It was their foot falls that broke the dream of the silent ages of repose and startled slumbering progress to its feet for Its pauselcss march of destiny round and round the globe. They bore the morning sunlight of the world's redemption westward on their shining crests until they brought West and East together, to be severed never, never through all the world forever to be cleft amain again. May be "they bullded better than they knew." Perhaps they always do who "fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing his desire." even though they do It amid strain and struggle whose Import they cannot understand, until in some far later day the reveallngs of his tory make it plain. No great work is ever easy and no great surpassing worker Is ever fairly estimated by his contempo raries. Byron, in "Chllde Harlod" says: He who ascends the mountain tops will find The tallest peaks, most wrapped In frost and snow; He tiho surpasses or subdues mankind Mua look down on the hate of thoic below. Inferiority can pass through the wor'd without struggle and without pain, but superiority must always wrestle single handed against conspiracies of littleness and doubt; yet JCev er a doubt and never a fear Of old or now knew the pioneer. To some It may appear that the found ing of our great Western Empire was an accident; a happy stumbling of go lucky adventurers upon a fortune and a fame that any vision of romance or any conquest of battles never rivaled. But they interpret blindly who thus Ignore the motives and inspirations that suggest and control the great epochal movements of peoples that, age by age. have carried upward and Westward the star of con quering empire. It was not the lost and straggling wanderer, caring for nothing but to find seclusion from society, and wishing only to spend his lfe beyond the restraints and responsibilities of organ ized civic order, that laid the foundation of the most resourceful and progressive states of America on the shores of the greatest ocean of the globe. Nor was It the futile and exhausted races, who had already defaulted at the Judgment seat of history who first discovered and then undertook and executed such a mission and ministry of progress far beyond the mountain ridges that, through all past ages, had hidden from progressive man the better, grander half of the most virile and resourceful continent that rises out of earth's enwrapping seas. Faith lees to their own progress and false to the Divine Intent, no other great pur pose of world-progress could ever be committed to their impotent hands. Noth ing is left them but to get off the track or be crushed and ground to powder be neath the roaring wheels of remorseless progress. But there were eyes that could discern and there were hands that could execute such a destny of human ad vancement. I listen today as one entranced, to a voice of prophecy out of the olden times. On a tall summit of the Idumean hills, 3000 years ago, stood a rapt, impassioned seer, with his vision turned westward toward deep wildernesses and burning des erts, and wide, solitary sweeps of shad owy solltucFes that stretched to the world's- end under his prophetic eye. He saw the story of the growing ages roll down, and he cried unto the western winds: "The wilderness and the o itnrv J place rhall be glad for them, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose." "Instead of the tiiorn shall come up the fir tree and instead of the briar shall come up the myrtle tree and it shall be unto the Lord for a name, for an ever lasting sign that shall not be cut oft." The ages roll on; years grow Into cen turies: centuries ripen Into millenniums. Empire moves her throne westward ever westward. Sahara are ttirnd Into fields of roses and filled with voices of rejoicing. Wildernesses and solitary places are made glad with waving harvesi6 and red and luscious vintages. The best and ripen of the se3ds of intellectual and civic life of the old East is transplanted beyond the Atlantic seas Into the warm bosom of the virgin West. BcKliininf? of a Xcvr Era. A new history begins. A new race is born: the legitimate child of the old con ception. Two hundred years of growth, of enlargement, of self-culture sufficed to make the new western race what no other race of 2000 years had ever become. The cool, calculating Norman brain: the hot, passionate, generous Celtic heart: the solid, imperturbable, unconquerable Saxon courage and will blended on the Atlantic's wcetern shore Into that Indescribable in imitable, unparalleled. Indisputable being and race the world knows as the "Tan kee." Hemmed In and limited between coast and mountains, these 200 years were given to stalwart growths and maturing power. Then the "increasing purpose" of God began to disclose itself to some eyes. As ever, it was those nearest Gcd who saw that "purpose." A few states men In Congress halls, a few preachers In lofty pulpits, a few farmers with their oxen in the fields, a few tral'men In tho mountain paths, a few voyagers over the Pacific deeps focused their vision on the signs of things that were to be. They could sec beyond mountains. They cou d see across continents. They could see pver convex oceans. Where they could not see they could believe and enter In. And thus, with the prophetic foresight grew the pioneer spirit and developed the pioneer life: and thus the pioneer such pioneers as those whose storv we cele- brate today was made. And thus they drowsy - headed wheat: while, wide came into their God-given heritage of op- i sca green, yellow and brown, portunlty. This was all they asked. Their the grain fields endlessly rolled own strong arms and their own true, down to the far horizon. Hun brave hearts could win them the rest. dreds of bright cottage roofs, like sails adrift on a boundless sen, ielanded ... u...v..iuui .-lku. This, brother pioneers, was not so long ago. Sixty-six years ago today, a com- pany of four, the first real pioneers' of the Pacific Northwest, were entering the passes of the Black Hills on their way to tho West. Sixty-six years ago on the 15th of June they stood on the sum mit of the Rocky Mountains; the first of the pioneers to reach those granite summits Sixty-six years ago on the first day of -September they descended from the slopes of the Blue Mountains Into the vals where we are met this day to re- member and honor them, and those who come after them. In the capitol at Washington there Is a fine allegorical fresco, which" pictures tho pioneers of the Pacific States as they reach the crest of the Rocky Mountains and under it is emblazoned the motto: The spirit grows with its allotted space. The mind is narrowed In a narrow sphere. In this fresco these men would be the most regnant and impressive figures. If only individual heroism is to be recog nized, as the first to enter the wider sphere of the great West, and occupy It for American civilization and free Chris tianity. Only nine years after that date one of those whose names we specially honor In the services of today followed Hie way that they had blazed with hatchet and with brand from the Missouri to the cea, and entered upon his great and honor able career In the vast field to which they had guided him. Six years later yet Mr. Benton uttered these words, which graph ically illustrate the results that were then becoming apparent as rapidly unfolding from the germs of empire they had plant ed Jn the virgin soil of Oregon. In one of the great speeches of his life, in 1S13, he said: We live In extraordinary tiroes, and are called upon to elevate ourselves to the grandeur of the occasion. Three and a half centuries ago the great Columbus, the man who after ward was carried home In chains from the New World, which ho discovered, this great Co lumbus. In the year 1402. departed from Eu rope, to arrive In the East by going to the West. It was a sublime cvHrepUon. He was in the line of success when the Intervention of two 1 continents, not dreamed of before, stopped his rrogrtr. A King and Queen started him upon this rrand enterprise. It lies In the hands of a republic to complete It. Let, us rouse our selves up. Let us rlso to the grandeur of the occasion. Let us now. In this convention, rise abov e everything sectional, pergonal, local. Let us beseech the National Legislature to build a great road upon the great national line wnicn REV. HARVEY IC. HINES. unues Europe ana .vsm-uic une .cn win lns hag become a matter of regular em tlnd on our -continent the Bay of San Francisco piorment, although. Of course, payment is ..-.. i ""' " " " "v . great National metropolis and emporium M I .i ...- j. .-. ...ii m.. .i . i.. the other, and which shall be adorned with 1U crowning honor, the colossal statue of the'"" great Columbus, whose design It accomplishes. hewn from a granite mass of a peak of the Hocjcy Mountains, the mountain Itself the pedestal, and the rtatue a part of the moun tain, polntlnx with outstretched arm to the Western horiron. and saying to the fljlng pas sengers, "There Is East! There is India!" The pioneers were thus completing what Columbus began. India is found. The East Is discovered. Empire Joins to em pire in the path of the pioneer. The packhorse breaks the trail. The ox wag on broadens the path. The rail car flies on girders of steel from ocean to ocean. Expanding civilization spreads over bar barous and pagan lands. Her banners, borno aloft at the first by the lone hands of the pioneers, are now lifted full to the sky by millions of stalwart freemen, at the mastheads of the ships of all seas, and on the pinnacles of the mountains of the ancient and storied Orient. There Is no East. There is no West- All are becoming one. Prophecies are facts. Vis Ions are realities. Hyperbole Is below the truth. The world belongs to the best of humanity, and humanity belongs to God. Once the pioneer led as the bent and wearied searcher after new continents. Now he Is crowned, and relgna In story and In song as the brave, victorious guide of humanity out of the dank tangles of the Old into the clear, transcendent New. To have been one of them, to have shared their tolls and to have participated in the great work they accomplished for their country and for all human'ty. Is the glory of their bent and bowing age. The proud est record on the granite shaft that marks their sweet resting place In the soil of the matchless land which they made their country's own will be, "He was a pioneer." Pioneers FareiTell. Pioneers, brothers, fellow Americans, friends all: As I bid you, the living, my farewell today, and as I pronounce my last bened'etion upon the memories of our departed brothers, whose value to us we so little kenned until they had depart- t cd. memories that are transfiguring visions of the olden years come over my soul. Committees ceems to have passed. The I stood one September noonday 7 years men employed at headquarters of any ago on a prairie height not many miles party are paid as regularly and as gener from where we are met today, and looked ajiy ag they were in any other employ far out on the misty sea of midday ment. grasses. lying asleep over all the vale o the Columbia. All was silent as dim futurity. No voice in all that wild careen of soundlees eurf and upflung swells that broke In bloom was heard. No trace was seen of hand of man. There was no sign of life save a shadowy wolt fleeing over the land or a phantom hawk sailing in the sky, blue as a lovely maid en's eye, and deep ba the soundless sea. Round the horizon from pole to pole the land, unmete, awaited the coming plow- man's glad decree to laugh with plenty beneath his feet. I stood in mute amaze, looking across the haxy hills to the proud old monarch pf the Wstland. Mount Hood, standing in the hoary glory of his eternity; looked, and thought, and remem bered; and wondered If the time would come when some later pilgrim, long after I wza dead, would stand where I then stood, and see the old prophet's orient vis ion transmuted Into historic fact over the lifeless plains before and beyond me. Teetcrday I stood on the self-same mound of swelling surf. Lo! how the vision was changed! The land was ahum with tho voices of men and the song of reapers, whose knives, keen as sickles, i with clatter and rush swept Into the i thi fnr-.iwmr htta.I1i tt Tnraiii nnrf trnin . Distant spires of church and school lent music of bells to charm the old silences ,nto the attuned harmonies of reverence and intelligence. I felt tho throb and thrill of the Nation's heart as I saw the railway trains shooting north and south and on to the seas, and lightning lines running here and there and everywhere in their subtlety, like sentient things, to tell to city and country the marvelous story thai the century has brought. .To my ear to my heart the spirit of the age my own life and your life has spanned sung with a truth to history that thrilled and transfigured me: "Lo! this Is the work of the Pioneer! Leading the way for the world's advance; The steel swung strong in thtlr tireless hands Greater than heroes of old romance. This Is the work of the Pioneer! And this Is the mighty march whose beat Is heard the whole earth around. Aye. this Is the print of their marching feet." With this dissolving and departing vision of the days of the old pioneering, and this 2 living and transcendent and triumphant and vindicating vision of the results of what the pioneers did and of what they were, I bid you all a kind and loving fare well. STUMP SPEAKERS' PRICES. Pay a Dishonor In 1872, Novr a Regu lar Campaign Expense. L. A. Coolldge In AInslee's. Campaign orators in the service of the National Committees re well paid for their work. This Is not generally under stood, and It was not the case until com paratively recent years. In the earlier days they usually rendered volunteer serv ices. So universal was the custom that discredit attached in the public mind to a political speaker who received compen sation. In the campaign of 1S72, Carl Schurz, then a Senator from Missouri, was charged with having been paid $200 a speech for his advocacy of the election of Horace Greeley. The charge made some- """B "i. ? Bcauuai ai me nine, anu a- """ "v...u.. u...u n.c y.j uuii. ui . specinc sum, ne was never nme wnouy to clear himself of the taint which was supposed to attach to receiving any pay whatever. He had a bitter controversy with Roscoc Conkling in the Senate about it, during which Conkling, in his super cilious way; expressed his contempt of the practice of which he thought Schurz had Deen guilty. Nowadays campaign speak Dy. means universal, and the most con i, .,. 't-.i.. ,-,..!.-. splcuous orators especially those who hoi, VTi v , , a?,'"-"" """ -- . 1nl Y a -- ,'' ---"- teer service, and will accept nothing be yond their traveling and hotel expenses. The men in charge of a Presidential cam paign prefer to pay on the spot for what they get. This is far better than to leave obligations outstanding to be satisfied in the distribution of offices after the elec tion. Tho ordinary campaign speaker receives $50 a speech 'and his expenses. It is said that In the campaign of lS9t one very ef fective and brilliant Gold Democrat orator VTHAT DON was paid $300 a speech by the Republican National Committee. This represents the high-water mark In payment's of this kind. In some cases those who do not receive a stipulated price expect 'honorariums,' which really amount to the same th .ig, and which sometimes reach high figures. The day of volunteer work for National To lie Expected. "That Miss Rockslelgh has such a fetch ing way. don't you think?" "Yes, she has. But then that Is only to be expected In her case." "Why?" "Her father used to be a waiter." Chi cago Times-Herald. 4sSMbT DON EMILIO'S LETTER WHAT HE SAW IN CHICAGO The American Ball Rlas; as It Ap pears te the Unaccustomed Eye ef a Spaniard. Chicago Tribune. To Don Roderlgo y Xlmenes, grandee of Havana, from his servant and brother. Don Emllio y Xlmenes; who kisses his hand. Written In the City of Chicago In the fourth month of the last year of the lath century. Thou knowest without the telling, O, beet of brothers, that I am diligent about thy business. The new boilers, pumps and. ' engines for the plantation at Santa Anna nave neen purchased within the figures andwill be ready for shipment within the month, provided only that the hombrcs, whose work it la to make them, do not strike. To strike la not only to do no work themselves, but to prevent all oth ers, also, from working. Therefore the chance of delay and the cause of my writ ing. Under the shadow of your name. O brother. I am a great man. and therefore come of the chief men of this city, which numbers more souls than our whole island, have shown me much honor. I have been to the theaters and to balls, but none of the playhouses compared in my sight with our Teatro Tacon in the good old days, nor have I seen a woman who. as my blind eyes saw her, might Justly sit by the side of a certain senorlta, whose name Is In my heart and in your memory. But the most popular of all the fetes I have attended, so far as I, a beafchtcd foreigner a product of the wornout and effete civilization of Spain may Judge, was the grand "box ing and athletic car nival," at which I have within the week been present, and about which thou wllst not under stand. Wherefore I write at length that thou may know what in this land takes the place of our old battles in the Place del Torro, now closed by those who are teaching us that It Is better and more civilized to fight men than bulla. Thou rememberest, my brother, how on a Sunday the great boats running across the bay to Hegla were gay with men and women on their way to the bull ring. But here they go about their pleasures more sadly. Many, I am told, do not wish It known that they are going to the carnival," but slip away Into the darh from their houses, declaring that they are on their way to the meeting of some lodge or have buslnere which will not wait. So the women stay at home and axe deceived, while the men gather by the ten thousand, wading through a street filled with filth to the shoo tops and sitting on benches and boards rising on every side as high as the tops of our tall houses. HereT then. Is what I saw. On a side street, dirty and narrow, a great shell of a building, empty within, save for a high, square platform in the center and the massed thousands, beginning at the edge3 of the platform and stretching upwards to the eaves, every seat being filled. Perhaps five of the ten thousands in the seats puffed violently at black cigars, Innocent of the tobacco of our Island. The smoke arising filled the great amphitheater even to the roof. Then those sitting high up, where the smoke wns thickest, kicked with their feet, so that the panca of glass were brqkcn and came crashing down from the windows, so that the fresh air might enter from without. Meanwhile I, sitting In one of the arena boxes, which was occupleel by the senor? and grandees, looked about me. For these seats men had paid 510 in our money, while tho hombree. stacked high up on the sides, had spent each $2 in Spanish silver for hl place on a bench. My host, who had plenty of company In his dress coat and white shirt front, told me that there was $15,003 in the house." which means that tickets had been sold to that amount. Thou rememberest, my brother, how In the seats about the bull ring there used to be much chatter and mirth, and the place was bright t with flowers and tho dresses of women. But here among the thousands no wom an was present. And the place grew con tinually denier with moke, until even the big arc l'ghts above the fighting platform In the mid dle twinkled dimly. ns If through a fog. In the place of laughter there was a rough roar of men's voices, with a shrill cry now and then from the high seats, the significance of which I could not catch. Thou rememberest. also, how before El Torro entered the herald In silken gar ments blew on a silver trumpet to an nounce the coming of the bull. Here there was no announcement. Only the dull roar grew loud and shrill, and a dozen men In their shlPt sleeves, not over ly clean, clambered up to the bare boards of the high platform, sitting down In groups In two of the four corners. They brought with them wooden pails, bottles, and many towels and sponges. In the center of each group one man snt lean ing back In his chair, covered with heavy woolen garments. Then came etlll an other man, leaning over the ropes which faced In the square, and cried out loudly: "Th first contest '11 be between the EMILIO SAW. Kid' In this corner," pointing with one hand, "and 'Shorty In that." ' Then a bell sounded shrilly and the packed thousands- puffed more furiously upon their black cigars. The two men I sprang -from ' their chairs, throwing off tneir garments, ana rusnea to tne center of the platform, stripped to the waist. Upon their hands were, fastened small, wadded gloves, with which they beat each other about the face and body. One of the two was taller than the other, and must have weighed more by W pounda. t Also he was stronger. He did thrust with his right fist until the blood came from the nose of hjs opponent, whose ear was also split Each time the fist struck upon the nose there was a sound like the hcofbeats of a running horse, and once the smaller of the two toppled and fell to the ground, reeling from the blows. "Nail him, 'Kid.' " yelled some one on the high teats. But mostly the crowds 1r?S t " were silent, breathing deeply, and un pleasant as to the expression on their faces. The man on the ground rose to one knee His face also was not good to look upon. As he got to his feet the man. of the greater welght'and etrengtn struck him again, so that he fell back ward upon the boards. "Wow," growled the packed seats In ap proval. Then a short man, wearing his waistcoat, came between them and waved one arm like the pendulum of a clock. Again the fallen struggled to rise. The stronger drew back to strike, but some thing happened and he went Instead to h a seat, leaving him that was beaten waving his arms wildly and cursing. "His seconds have thrown up the sponge." said my host; "but he is etlll game." I am ignorant of his meaning, but I know, and thou wlllst bear me out, that even in degenerate Cuba it would be counted unfair to pit a schoolboy against a seasoned -s1 bull, or a skilled matador against a yearling. Then later, after men, large and small, had striven to beat each other to the floor, with much bleeding and ourcries from the high seats, came what my host and the printed pro gram said was the "feature of the even ing." Because It was much like what 1 have written, and because there is no need to multiply unpleasantness for the read ing of my brother, I say only that two men, one of whom seemed mad with rage, beat and struck each other and grappled together like wild beasts until they were pulled apart by main force. Then again they began the beating and the pounding, while the 10,000 who looked on groaned and cheered, and bet money and puffed fiercely at freshly lighted cigars. When it was over my host and I were caught in the crowd like logs In a swift current and swept out through narrow doors Into a muddy street, with men pushing and Jamming on all sides. As I found later at the hotel. I lost nothing but the money In the pocket of my over coat, and have therefore little cause for sorrow and much for Joy that that experi ence la over. "Did you ever see such a quiet and or derly crowd?" said my host, as we parted. And I, because thou hast taught me that an unpleasant truth is often best not spoken, answered that I never had. But I Judge It wise that thou shouldst know tho facts. BOOKS' MISLEADING TITLES Name, of a Volume Should Xclthcr Promise Too Much. Jfor Too Little. Saturday Evening- Post. One oi the puzzling problems connect ed with the publication of a book is the choice of a fit and attractive title. Upon the tact and Judgment slown in this de pends much of the success of the work. An incident that occurred about half a century ago strikingly il.ustra.tes this, in 1S50 Dr. O.-M. Mitchell, director of Che Astronomical Obeserv atory in Cin cinnati, gave to the press a volume en titled, "The Planetary and Stei-ar Worlds." The book fell dead from the press. The publisher ompiained bitterly of thl3 to a friend, saying: "I have not sold a single copy." "Well," was the re ply, "you have kEIed the book by Its title. Why not call it "The Orbs of Heaven'?" The hint was accepted and acted upon, and 0000 copies were sold in a monch. An account of the blunders to which the modern system of naming books hus led wuld be curious and amusing. Who that is unfamiliar with Home Tooke's famous phllaxgieal treatise would expect to find "The Diversions of Purley" which at the time of Its publication was or dered by a village book cub under the Impression it was a book of amusing games to bo one of the driest and tough est books in the language: or, who would suspect "Urban Bees." by Leo Allatlus, to be a volume made up of biographies of great men. who flourished during the pon tificate of Urban VIII, whose fomly oarricd bees on their coat armorial. Some years ago. at a public sale of books in London, "Drew'-s Essay on Souls" was knocked down to a shoemaker. wiho. to the great amusement of the other bidders, asked the auctioneer if he had "any more books on shoemaking to sail?" Not long ago the corporojtlori of a North-of-EngYand town decided to erect a new cattle market- The Mayor of the town, who was on the lookout for suitable plans, ordered a copy of a work then recently published, entitled, "On the Con struction of Sheepfolds." Fancy his as tonishment when he received from Lon don by return pest a treatise on religious denominations by Mr. Ruskin. The same gentleman once Baw "Mac Ewen on the Types" theological work treating of the types of Christianity in the old law vehemently contende for at an auction by a composer and a burly farmer, the latter thinking that it was "a bulk upo the tups" (ram). Mrs. Edge worllh states that a gentleman who was much interested in improving the breed of Irish catt e, on seeing an advertlseme-it of a work on Irish bulls, sent for a copy. "He was rather confounded by the ap pearance of the classical bull at the top of the first page, which I had designed from a gem: and when he began to read the book he threw it away in disgusit." He had purchased It as secretary to the Irish Agricultural Society. Not kes keen was the disappointment of an Inexperienced young English farmer, who, wisftdntr to be well grounded In agricultural knowl edge, bought a book called "Ploughing and Sowing." and found it to contain a minute account of a lady's benevolent operations among the laborers of a coun try district in Yorkshire. It is said "The Ancient Mariner," when first published, was sold largely to sea faring men. who concluded from the name that it had relation to nautical matters. Of "Wordsworth's Excursion" expensive copies were sold to tourists, and to keep ers of country inns and boarding-houses, as likely to be of especial interest to ex cursionists and sightseers. That a Frenchman should be misled by tho title of an English book is not surprising. An amusing blunder was made some years ago by tho Paris Corcttltu tlonnd, in a biographical sketch of Mr. Brodertip, the English na.tura"Aat. In nam ing his books, the writer said that he con&ributed to the Quarterly Review an article on "Le Tralte de la Construction des Ponts du Dr. Bucklond," (Pr- Buck land's Treatise on the Construction of Bridges.) This treatise owes Its existence to the French writer's mode of translat ing the title of .the celebrated Bridge water treatise of William Buckland, D. D., F. R. S. To conclude, the name of a book should be unambiguous, and should avoid ex tremesneither promising too much nor too little. When Bentley. the London pub Usher, was about to Issue his projected magazine, he consulted one of the wits of the day about a title. "How say you about calling It the Magazine of Wit?" asked the publisher. "That promises too much." said his friend. "Well, then sup pose I call it Bentley's Magazine?" "Ah." replied the wit, -"that promises too lit tle." Side Lights. The man who loved and lost didn't get his presents back. When a woman has no troubles of her own. the chances are she will go over to a neighbor's and borrow some. The man who never made a blunder is a poor one to have in a responsible posi tion. Attend to trifles today. The more im portant matters will come in due time. When you hear a man complalnln? that he Is tired of life the chances are that he has never made any good use of It. A philosopher says that every failure is a step toward success. This explains why some men become richer every time they fall. Chicago Dally News. gl -Be Se WHERE EXILES PRAYED PRESBTTERIANS LOOKING FOR WARD TO A GREAT EVENT. Spot Where the First Presbytery 1m the Halted States Was Founded to Be Marked. Presbyterians of New Jersey and sister states are looking forward very earnestly to June 14. the date selected for the un veiling of the memorial monument In tho old Scots' Burial Ground, near Wlcka tunk, commemorating the organization or lu Presbytcry In the country, says the Philadelphia Public Ledger. The site of the monument was selected for a pilgrimage under the auspices of tha New Jersey Synod on June 14. 1S35. and on that occasion prominent Presbyterians clerical and lay from all sections of the country gathered to view the historic spots so dear to New Jersey Presbyteri ans, and where some of the pioneers In Presbyterlanlsm in New Jersey were laid at rest. On that occasion a motion prevailed for the appointment of a committee to take action relative to the transfer of tho tombstone over the grave of John "Boyd to the custody of the Historical Society, and the erection of a monument In Its place. It Is this monument that Is to be unveiled next month, and the unveiling will add another page to the already In teresting history of Presbyterlanlsm in New Jersey. The Rev. Alle'n H. Brown, of the Pres bytery of West Jersey, one of the best posted men on Presbyterian history, has had tho matter largely In charge, and for several years has labored faithfully in the prosecution of this work a work In which he has taken great pride, and in which success has crowned his efforts. For several weeks the members of the Historical Executive Committee of the New Jersey Synod, under whose auspices the work has been done, has been en gaged in preparing the programme for the unveiling ceremonies, which prom'ses to be the leading event In Presbyterian cir cles of New Jersey for many years. The Rev. Dr. A. Nelson Holllfleld. a leading Presbyterian divine of New Jersey, pastor of the Th'rd Presbyterian Church of New ark, will preside over the exercises of tha day. Addresses will be made by rep resentatives from the Northern and South ern General Assemblies, and It is expected that prominent divines from the various denominations from all sections of tho state will be present. The Old Scots' Burying: Ground. The old Scots' Burying Ground, the site for the memorial shaft. Is located In a beautiful spot on the road between Free hold and Matawan, a short distance from the Wlckatunk Station, on the Freehold division of the Central Railroad of New Jersey. The monument has been erected In the center of a slight depression In the ground all that remains to mark tho site of the old Scots' Meetlng-House, which long since fell Into decay. The monument presents a magnificent appearance, standing 25 feet high, with a wide, heavy base. It is constructed of blocks of marble and granite, which were brought from Scotland. England. Italy and other distant points, and Is surmount ed by Scotch thistle, with bronze historic seals on each of the gables. One Is that of the Presbyterian Church of Monmcuth County, the second that of the Presbyte rian Church of the United States, the third that of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland, and the fourth that of the Scotch-Irish Society. Upon the sides of the base and shaft, will be Inscribed the names of the early members of the Presbyterian Church. On one side will he a bronze tablet bearing the Latin inscription on the tomb of John Boyd, one of the first Presbyterian clergy men in this country, who was ordained in the old church December 20, 1706. Historical Sketch. In the historical sketch of "Early Pres byterlanlsm In New Jersey" is found the following : "On entering Monmouth Coun ty the Presbyterian Immigrants found the neighborhood of the Naveslnk Neck al ready In poweeslon of the Monmouth pat ent men. among which at first the Bap tist element predominated. Some of them settled near the present town of Mata wan. where, before the year 1690 was & hamlet known as New Aberdeen. The larger portion of them .advanced some what farther into the Interior Into tha large district known then as Freehold, which obtained Its first character as a community from the Covenanter Immi grants of 16S2-S5. "About six miles north of the present town of Freehold lies i neglected acre, the site of the old Scots' Church of Free hold, reared by- the exiles of 16R5 for their worship of God. after th "Imple manner forbidden In their own 'nntlve and cove nanted land.' Of the building Itself noth ing remains, with the excent'on of a sllrht depression in the oIl wh'ch would Indi cate the dimensions of a structure about 20 feet square. Clo unrjpr Its eaves was laid the remains of ls flivt minister, tho Rev. John Bovd. and llttlf to th south west He the bodv of Rev. John Tennent. who died In his vouth. after two yeans of Tnlnlstry w'th tho church. "The date eenerallv accented for the erection of the fhurrh. or t" onran'za tlon of the church soclptv. Is the year 1532. "In May, ITG. Mr. "cyd was nermltted to qralifv, and on Fr'da. Becrtmber 27, In the "Id Soot r'ruir-h. rr o spot nar it. Mr. Bnvd wnsextrnilnVd with relation to hl ordination to fhV gospel mlnlstrv, and his connection with the Freehold Church. Rev. Francis MTCmle was In the moderator's rhnir. the other ministers present belnsr Jedehlah Andrews, of rhlla dlphla. and John Hampton, of Maryland. This w?f the beglnnlnz of orranI Presbv ter'pn histoid in the New World the first known Prebyterv meeting and tho flnt known Pre.shvterHn ordination. "M". Bovd died f h" S"Tnm- nf IT"?, and the second minister of the church was the Rev. Joseph Morgan, who was in stalled October 17. 1700. and was received as a member of the Prmbytery of Phila delphia In September. 1710. Mr. Morgan separated from the Presbyterian Churrh of Freehold, owing to Internal dissensions, in the year 1729 or 17C0, and was succeeded by the Rev. John Tennent In 1730. who was ordained in November of that year, and his ministry at the Tennent Church was eminently successful. "The Freehold Church, at the time of the retirement of the Rev. Joseph Morgan, was in a deplorable condition, and appli cation was made for a permit, under George I, In 1727, for the erection of a new church upon "White Hill.' which re sulted In the present Tennent Church Building. The Rev. John Woodhull. D. D., followed the JRev. William Tennent. Jr.. with an illustrious ministry of 4S years." Rothschild Maxima. In one of the private letters of the late Alphonse do Rothschild these maxims of success of the great house of Rothschild are found: Carefully examine every detail of your business. Be prompt in everything. Take time to consider, but decide positively. Daro to go forward. Bear troubles pa tiently. Be brave In the struggle of lire. Maintain your Integrity as a sacred thing. Never tell business lies. Make no useless acquaintances. Never appear something more than you are. Pay your debt3 promptly. Shun strong liquor. Employ your time well. Do not reckon upon chance. Be polite to everybody. Never be discouraged. Then work hard and you will be certain to succeed. Good Reason Why. " 'The sun,' " quoted the Briton, "never sets on the British Empire.V "No," replied the Intelligent farmer, "I guess it's afraid t0 set there, even fur & minute. It looks too much like gold." Catholic Standard and Times.