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God to them becomes a mere eternal law of iron and conscience an instinct developed from our gregarious habit and shared with the brutes. Nor is there room in their philosophy for Jesus, or Paul, or Moses, or Luther, or Spurgeon, or Theodore Parker, or Phillips Brooks, or Henry Drummond, or John Watson. The work these men have done could not be spared. It must go on and by just such hands it must be done. "When the biologist can write Shakespeare he can save man from his s'lns. TESTERDATS TVEATHER-Maximum tem perature, 81; minimum, 53; fair. TODAY'S WEATHER-Generally fair; winds mostly northerly. PORTLAND, SUXDAY, AUGUST IS. OUT OF HIS SPHERE. Warmly as scientists resent the in terference of religious opinion into their high and mighty precincts, they make no bones of settling offhand every re ligious problem. The admirable reti cence observed in this regard by Charles Darwin has been displayed by few of his adherents. Mr. Herbert Spencer, for example, offers a reconcil iation between religion and science whose preliminary groundwork, on the religious side, consists of renunciation of about all that the churchman holds dear. The latest venture in this field Is that made by Ernest Haeckel in his "Riddle of the Universe." He also has a religion, as he calls it, but it is not religion, unless black is white. Relig ion undertakes to formulate man's con viction of his relations to the Infinite; but according to Haeckel there is no such relation. Man is a mere grain of sand upon the shore of time. There is no God, no unseen world, no life be yond the grave. Religion, therefore, in his lexicon, is not religion at all. It is simply science. The fact is that what men like Haeckel aim at is not the reformation of religion, but its extirpation. They don't like it, they don't understand it, they want to -get rid of it- In Haeckel's book God is accounted a gaseous being; Jesun the illegitimate child of a Jew ish girl who was seduced by a Roman soldier; the Bible a mere congeries of "mythological fancy and religions tra dition"; Catholic saint veneration a "rich and varied polytheism that dwarfs the Olympic family of the Greeks." Belief in God, says Haeckel, Is just as impossible as belief In a per sonal devil; the moral order of the uni verse is a baseless dream; sun-worship rests upon a "much better foundation than the anthropistic worship of Christians"; while monotheism Is abandoned in the dogma of the Trinity. His book abounds in caustic and con temptuous references to about every thing that the devout mind holds dear and religion has countenanced. The followers of Haeckel will doubt less say that he is In advance of his time. Well, Is it altogether to a man's credit and advantage to be too far in advance of his time? Does he gain or lose in efficacy and deserts because he addresses words to a generation which can only wound and enrage it? The message that the twentieth cen tury needs is not the message for the thirtieth century, and whoever seeks to anticipate It will have trouble for his pains. Soon, maybe, as De Galll ennehas somewhere finelsrsaid,we shall need no service-books, no pulpit, no prophecy or gospel. Not on this moun tain nor yet In Jerusalem shall ye wor ship the Father, but unceremoniously in spirit and in truth. But that time is not now. j The religious principle in man is too deeply rooted to be eradicated by evi dence which Science presents to the physical senses. It is not, though Haeckel seems to think so, a matter for mathematical measurement and chemical analysis. Its realm is not of physical fact, but of spiritual emotion. He who Insists upon establishing physical facts by papal bull or West minster Assembly, whether the facts are of geology or Hebrew history, Is not more hopelessly misguided than Is he who undertakes to supersede the messages of religion by the experi ments of the laboratory. There Is an unreality about religion as there is an unreality about poetry. But each is necessary and each reaches levels of truth above the plane of sci entific research. The men of science who confess that they iind pleasure in eliminating God. that prayer seems to them a mockery, and that no hymns have helped them, are not to be envied. Theirs Is a real deformity akin to that 4 suffered by the man to whom Shakes peare and Milton, Ruskin and Dante, are unprofitable wastes of fabrication. Not by bread alone, not by learning facts and forgetting old errors, doth man live, but by the inspiration of holiness that comes only from relig ious truth. What we are stretches past - hat we believe and what we do. More momentous than that man Is a physical and an intellectual being is the fact that he is a moral being. We can make shift to do without the Coperni can theory or the law of gravitation, but not, it appears, without the Deca logue or the Sermon on the Mount. Therejs no system of scientific ethics that can take the place and do the work of the old and homely gospel of repentance, and renunciation, and prayerful strivings after a higher life. It is related of Theodore Parker that when alone in the wood as a boy he had raised a stone to crush a turtle, when something stayed his hand. To his mother he went for an explanation of his unseen prompter. She took him arURDERERS AT LARGE. The pleasure an otherwise humane man takes in correcting his neighbor's misuse of the English tongue is only equaled by the resentment he feels when he is himself the victim of re proof. The man whose sense of humor Is keen enough to enable him to laugh at a joke on himself is not more rare than is he who can sweetly smile when apprehended in a grammatical error. Inhuman as this species of torture often becomes, and painful though its effects may be upon the victim, the process is nevertheless a necessary one, for accuracy of speech is one of man's chief ends. Language is an Implement of progress, and we want to get ahead with all possible expedition. Its misuse is a- source of Infinite discomfort, and we must make the world happier. Nothing could more efficaciously pro mote the desirability of this earthly pilgrimage than the eradication of verbiclde. Therefore, gentle reader, bear with a few surmises. That man is a public enemy who in sists on using all such inelegancies as please his fancy, with the excuse that somewhere or other he has found au thority for them. A man- can use a hoe to mow grass or carve the turkey or cut his boy's hair; but the wise man does not do this. He selects tools, hoes or words, for their specific use. The man who uses "claim" for "maintain" or "assert" as well as in the proper sense of theword,or he who callsevery thing a "proposition" from a proposal to a hypothesis, is no wiser or better than one who should insist on paring his corns with a threshing machine be cause there Is no law against it. Call a preacher or a well-formed woman "divine" and the significance of the word is annihilated. A category, and an announcement, and an argument, and a representation, and an assertion, and a bill of particulars, are all to some of our reckless friends "state ments." That one tool, "statement," they use for various purposes for which specially fitted tools have been provid ed. In this bungling butchery of their mother tongue they take a pride. Over the havoc they have wrought they gloat. They rejoice that some un guarded utterance or omission of the dictionary leaves them free to surge about the quiet aisles of composition like a bull In a china shop. Most of this running amuck in the streets of language is due to sheer lazi ness. It suits some fat-witted natures to use any old word within reach, whether it will do the work well or 111, and when the protests of Inoffending bystanders rouse them at length to rage, they will spend more time and trouble to hunt up excuses for their crimes than would have been required to find the proper tool in the first place. He who says "loan" when he means "lend," and "party" for "per son." and "liable" for "likely," and "well posted" for "well informed," and "hung" for "hanged," and "balance" for "remainder," and "avocation" for "vocation," and "stop" for "stay," and "try and" instead of "try to," and "plead" for "pleaded"; who confuses "shall" and "will," and tells of people who "suicide" and "burglarize," can be depended upon as one who would throw his clothes on the floor rather than take the trouble to put them In their proper place. It is the glory of the English tongue that it is a living language. Words are constantly acquiring new mean ings and losing old ones. But the pro cess, if it is to be of real advantage, must be employed with discrimination. What we want is accurate significance, highly specialized adaptability of words to their uses. This Is a higher law than Shakespeare or the diction ary. The aim of all who confess a share of responsibility for development of the language is not to see how many uses a word may legally be put to, but rather to how few. That is, we want, if wa can get it, a language whose every word has its own peculiar sig nificance.' Care in the choice of words, therefore, becomes an important ele ment in civilization. It enables us to see clearly, think consecutively, and to be understood. In adding to accuracy, it proiriotes honesty. In eliminating confusion, it advances order and com fort In the light of this principle of progress, we may see how dangerous is the state of mind that condones short comings because they may be found in Scott or Thackeray, or justified by the latest dictionary, loud-heralding its thousands of "new words" and "new meanings." The skillful workman is careful in his choice of tools. It is not his boast how many things he can do with one. expansion and enlargement for Italy by4 the example of Cavour, who, by making Italy a partner with England and France in the Crimean War of 1854. thrust the nation forward as a power among the powers. Crispl has been called the Bismarck of Italy, but he had neither Bismarck's moral force nor his vast opportunity. Crispl's in tellectual force and energy were very great, but he had some of the gross vices of the Latin race, and, directly and indirectly, they served to mar the record of his greatness. Nevertheless, Crispi is the only great man Italy has had since Cavour. He drew Italy away from France and formed the triple al liance with Germany and Austria after the Franco-German War. He urged in 1882 co-operation with Great Britain in Egypt. When he became Prime Minis ter he persuaded Italy to enter upon a colonial policy which ended in Italy's severe humiliation in Abyssinia. In 1890 he was at the summit of his power, and was universally regarded through out Europe as the only statesman equal to the difficult situation in Italy, for Italy was then in its deepest finan cial and military misfortunes. Within a few years Crispi, who had always been esteemed perfectly upright in all financial matters, was discovered to be the leading spirit of that era of cor ruption which buried his latest admin istration in great financial scandals in 1898. When It was proved that the ruin of the Bank of Naples, the Bank of Sicily and the Bank of Rome had resulted from political blackmail and official plunder under Crispi's admin istration, he asserted that he had used money from these b'anks for the secret service fund of the kingdom, for elec tion expenses, and the subsidizing of newspapers. His countrymen, in mem ory of his great services, might have been disposed to treat these disgrace ful acts leniently, had not the inves tigation traced millions of lire to the private banking account of "Dona Lina," Crispl's wife. This exposure ended Crispi's career. He had been ruined very much as Sec retary of War Belknap was In Grant's second administration, through a beau tiful wife, whose extravagance was so great that it could only be satisfied by public corruption under the shelter of her husband's official position and in fluence. It may have been true in both cases that the wife of Belknap and the wife of .Crispi each profited by bribes and corruption without the knowledge or complicity of their husbands, but they ought to have known all about it, and probably did know all about It, since they did not accuse their wives publicly of abuse of their official good name. The brilliant career of Crispi, with its dark spots, has been compared to that of James G. Blaine. He was for many years a popular favorite with his countrymen, but his fall was terri ble. Blaine was only distrusted and discredited to a limited extent, but Crispi's exposure was complete and his fall irretrievable. His policy added about $1,000,000,000 to the debt of Italy within twenty years. His colonial pol icy was a failure, and while Italy has not been pushed Into the first rank of the powers of Europe, she has made advances in the completion of her rail road system, in the removal of bur densome taxes, In. agriculture, com merce and manufactures that promise well for her future prosperity and happiness. from Quaker guns. The son of an eminent Congregatlonallst minister, Holmes dubbed Jonathan Edwards "that great master of logic and spirit ual Inhumanity," and described the doctrine of eternal punishment as noth ing but the debasement of Christianity with the old heathen Greek idea of Tartarus; it was the alloy that was mixed with early Christianity, to 'make it popular and acceptable to the heathen, and he predicted that even as civilization has outgrown the Bible born belief in witchcraft, so it would rapidly outgrow the Christian Tar tarus. Civilization had crowded out the superstitious legends by the naked, individual protest, and would continue to crowd them out. This was the effective part played by Holmes In preaching the new gospel of rational humanity that has gradu ally supplanted the Edwards gospel of absolute, unqualified spiritual inhu manity. Holmes sharply resented the name of "moral parricide" applied to him by his orthodox theological crit ics, for he makes one of the listeners to his lay sermons say: "Think what an army of clerical beggars would be turned loose in the world, if once those raging flames In the subterranean Are chambers were suffered to go out or calm down." And this is the man that Professor Triggs describes as "irrever ent and devoid of convictions." Irrev erent in his treatment of moribund su perstitions he was; but not irreverent In his treatment of the Christian doc trine of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. Devoid of con victions he surely was not, for In 1857 Holmes, for the sake of his convic tions, defied the good opinion of the majority of New England's "best so ciety," both within and without Bos ton. To deny that he was a true poet was stupid on part of Professor Trigg, but to describe him as a man "irrev erent and devoid of convictions" con victs the professor of Ignorance of Holmes' published opinions. sive war to be waged successfully be tween the European powers, and that in any case it must be waged in an entirely different way from that of the past. It is easy to deduce this conclu sion with the startling object-lesson of the Boer War before the eye, but Sheri dan reached this conclusion In 1871, before the army rifle had been finally perfected and universally adopted. Sheridan's clear military eye saw the possibilities of the Improved musket In the work of the "French chassepot and the German military rifle at Gravelotte. His own experience in our Civil War with mounted riflemen had satisfied him that they must replace cavalry. The equal slaughter of the French cuirassiers and the German cavalry at Gravelotte when they charged infan try lines confirmed Sheridan's conclu sion that the day of cavalry was over. The fate of attacks in column on in trenched positions in our Civil War against even the old Springfield rifle had convinced Sheridan that against improved army rifles attacks in close column would become obsolete and be replaced by clouds of expert shots fight ing in extended ordertk.llke skirmishers. THE FUTURE OF WAR, CRISPI AND ITALY. The recent death of the great Italian statesman, Crispi, marks the close 'Of an era In the history of Italy, his power in the affairs of the kingdom having ceased only about three years ago, af ter prevailing through nearly a quarter of a century of office. With Crispi's great figure removed from Italian af fairs, none but small men are left. He was the last link that united the Italy of today to the revolutionary Italy of Cavour, Victor Emanuel and Garibaldi. Crispi was a Sicilian by birth and breeding, and had Albanian Greek blood in his veins. For liispart in the Sicilian insurrection of 1S48 he "was forced to flee to England; he was a graduate of the University of Palermo, became an able lawyer and a journal ist. He was a true patriot up to the annexation of the two Sicilies to the Italian kingdom, when he was elected Deputy of Palermo In the Italian Par liament. Mazzlni, his old comrade in arms, who had never trusted Crispi, denounced him as a man who had re gard ,only for his own interests and cared nothing for the people, but then Mazzlni was an idealist who had al ways denounced even Cavour. Crispi averred that he was a practi cal statesman, a follower of Cavour, and justified his course of continual J TRUE POET AND SOUND PHFLOSO - PHEn. Oscar L. Trigg, the university pro fessor, who characterizes church hymns as "doggerel," denounces Oliver Wendell Holmes as irreverent end de void of convictions, and Is equally se vere in his condemnation of Whittier and Longfellow. He denies that the verses of these men entitle them to the name of poet, and deems their work childish, trivial and unworthy of con-, sideration. There is much in Longfel low's earlier work that is trivial; but the taste for it was long ago exhaust ed. There Is much in Longfellow's latest work, like his "Morituri Salu tamus," that is fine in form and spirit. There Is a great deal of noble verse In Whittier, and there are stanzas, like "Ichabod," that are Miltonlc In dig nity of .thought and grandeur of ex pression. But' the severest insult to popular taste dealt by Professor Trigg Is his depreciation of Holmes, who has no peer among our poets as a writer of a stirring lyric, witty verses of society or a poem of pure sentiment and re fined pathos. Holmes was a poet, a philosopher, a ke'en yet gentle satirist, a man lumin ous with humor and radiant with kind liness, and he wasa great deal more than this; he was a great and high souled citizen of the world. Like Em erson, he came of clerical stock, and, like Emerson, he rejected the theologi cal metaphysics of Jonathan Edwards for the sweeter spirit and larger wis dom of Robinson, Bradford, Carver and Winslow. His early poetry is the work of a man who had fed in his youth on Byron and Campbell, whose Influ ence is seen in his war lyrics and pa triotic poetry. In his poems of senti ment and in his society verses he re calls the grace and tenderness of Moore and the lively fancy of Praed; but in his best work he recalls nobody. "Old Ironsides," "The Last Leaf," "The Steamboat," "The Voiceless," "Brother Jonathan to Sister Caroline," "Under the Violets," "Iris, Her Book," are the echo of nobody across the seas. His best song was his own fresh, beautiful note. Sometimes he sang like a hermit thrush; sometimes like a nightingale; sometimes he was as frolicsome as the volatile bobolink, or as eccentric in his note as a catbird. As a pure, delight ful, versatile, singer, Holmes had no teacher; not only no superior, but no peer. But there was a vast deal more to Holmes than his beautiful gift of pen sively melodious or mirthful song. He was a true and sound social philoso pher. The teacher that served most to make this poetic-minded man a great citizen of the world in the breadth, generosity and sanity of his sympa thies was his profession of a physician, whose daily experience tears the mask from a deal of daily cant and hypocrisy and humbug. Holmes became a social philosopher and ultimately a most ef fective evangelist in the world of lib eral religious thought. In 1857, when Holmes began to write the "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table," he satirized In the most incisive yet captivating way religious intolerance and the doc trine of eternal punishment, and at once became the target for denuncia tion by the theologIcarBourbons. But he proved an elusive antagonist, hard to reach, because he was not a solemn, formal logician, but an airy, agile sat irist. He tickled the ribs of the public to laughter, and it was as difficult to answer him as it would be to dissipate the glory of a rainbow or a display of the aurora borealis by firing at them More than twenty years ,ago General Philip H. Sheridan, in his printed "Memoirs," said that the vast increase in the range and rapidity of fire of the rifled musket and field artillery would be sure to revolutionize modern warfare; that the great wars of the fu ture would be few and far between, be cause of their enormous expense; that cavalry, save as mounted infantry, would become obsolete; that attacks in column would be replaced by clouds of troops fighting after the manner of skirmishers. All these predictions of General Sheridan, which were the re sult of his observations of the battles of Gravelotte and Sedan, have already come true, for Lord Roberts, In a re cent address, said that since the in troduction of long-range, accurate shooting weapons, it would now be merely courting' death to venture within 2500 yards of the enemy in the old close formation. At Waterloo the greatest distance between the troops of Wellington and those of Napoleon was 400 yards, and in some parts the outposts almost touched each other. uch a disposition would be an impos sibility today, when shrapnel can be used with deadly effect at a distance of at least six miles, arid an expert rifle shot can hit any object that he can see at a distance of 2400 yards nine times out of ten. Wellington's army of about 70,000 troops occupied a battle front at Waterloo of only three miles, while more than once in South Africa a force not so large as that of Welling ton was spread over a front of more than twenty miles, and had to com mence its attack at a distance of quite six miles. Volley firing is now scarcely prac ticable, except when covering an at tack at very long range or defending a carefully constructed position. To be effective at close range against such marksmen as the Boers the modern soldier must be taught to fire with rapidity and at once take cover after each shot, so as not to give the enemy time to aim at him in return. Lord Roberts believes that the fate of bat tles in the future will be as often de cided by the result of this compara tively close distance, rapid, accurate firing at 150 yards or less as it has been by the bayonet charge in the past. Lord Roberts says that accurate rifle Are is of such supreme Importance un der the present conditions of warfare that no other qualifications will make up for Inferior shooting. However brave, well drilled and disciplined, however capable of endurance they may be, the men will be valueless as soldiers If they are not experts in the use of the rifle. M. de Bloch, in his book, "Is War Now Impossible?" holds that the war in South Africa sufficiently demon strates that no great, decisive war can now be fought between the European powers, owing to the increased resist ing force of the defense. Instead ,of being a race for the initiative, as In former times, neither side would wish to attack, because whichever side did attack would find It impossible to carry the campaign to a successful conclu sion. At Waterloo Wellington had some 35,000 men on each mile of ground, while at Magersfonteln the Boers with some 6000 men defended twenty miles of front. That is to say, they found 300 men per mile sufficient to hold their lines against attack. With very thin lines, with an inferior total, with train ing infinitely inferior to that of the enemy, and without organization, the Boers succeeded in repulsing the attack of British infantry, perhaps the finest in all Europe for1 discipline and cool courage under fire. The Boers were able to do this, not because of excep tional courage, but because of ttie ter rible effectiveness of the modern im proved army rifle in the hands of an expert shot. M. de Bloch holds that since France would have 6000 men per mile to defend her frontiers, she is to day absolutely safe In case of another invasion, for her increased defensive power would enable her so to prolong the contest that her assailant's cam paign J would finally collapse for eco nomic reasons. M. de Bloch holds that the South African War lias proved that against Intrenched men artillery fire was almost worthless, as at Paarde burg and Spion Kop. It is an Interesting fact that the greatest military critic of Europe has finally reached the same conclusion that was prefigured by our General Sheridan , after his return from the scene of the Franco-German War in 1871. General Sheridan then predicted that the increasing range and rapidity of rifle fire would revolutionize the tac tics of modern warfare; that the in creasing cost of making war would make wars few and far between, and now this French military critic holds that under the military, social and economic conditions of Europe today it Is almost impossible for a great, deci- The battle-ship Iowa, the scars of conflict In battle and hard service hav ing been carefully repaired, reached San Francisco Friday, where awaiting her were orders to prepare at once to go to sea, with a course shaped di rectly for Panama. The crew of the Iowa Is doubtless envied by the "jack ies" on every ship In the Navy that is riding lazily at anchor with a squad ron or awaiting orders in port. Think ing no farther than the excitement at tending a possible engagement or a lively chase, the "man behind the guns" hears with delight that an order involving the bare possibility of a sea fight has come to the commander of his vessel. It is the hope of an occasion, to be in readiness for which battle ships are constructed, that keeps the Navy sturdily manned, while it is the ardent desire of the Government so to equip and dispose of its ships of war as to prevent an always costly and generally a deplorable conflict. In gen eral terms, it is safe to say that as long as the Nation Is able to look after her Interests In foreign waters, these interests will not materially suffer. It is in demonstration of this ability that the Iowa will soon cast anchor in Isth mian waters. The result of intelligent efforts in floriculture in the last ten years Is seen In the creation of distinct varieties of many magnificent flowers and the im provement of the older varieties until scarcely recognizable. Friendly com petition has been a spur to these ef forts; the development of Winter blooms, especially, has been wonderful. Great , impetus has been given to this movement by the Society of American Florists, the managers of which showed their appreciation of opportunity by holding their annual convention In Buffalo last week. When this society was organized, sixteen years ago, the class of cut flowers now in such de mand was unknown. Indeed, the sup ply on occasions which called for large quantities of any kind of flowers was never equal to the demand. Now they are always to be procured if those who wish floral decorations have money enough to back the desire. The BIsmarcklan antagonism to an English marriage for a German Crown Prince, though at one time, curiously enough, shared by the present Em peror, seems to have abated, since Crown Prince Frederick William seems likely to marry the English Princess Ina of Battenberg. Both are great grandchildren of Queen Victoria, the Prince through her oldest daughter, the late Empress Frederick, the Prin cess through the youngest daughter, Princess Henry of Battenberg. Neither is a child of a consanguineous mar riage hence physiological objections that Bismarck successfully urged against the marriage of the present Kaiser to his first cousin, Elizabeth of Hesse-Darmstadt, are not so well placed in this case, and perhaps the young peo ple may be left to follow their own in clinations in the matter. Distressing stories are told of .the poverty in which the late ex-Governor Newell died and of the economy in funeral expenses that thereby became necessary. A useful man In his day and generation; humane in purpose and in practice, and public-spirited In mod est, unassuming ways, his success in life is not measured by the financial conditions that darkened his closing years, but by the record he left as "one who loved his fellow-men." The man who originated the life-saving service of the Nation has a monument on every point on the coast where life has been plucked from the wrathful sea, and the Inscription thereon is not dimmed by the fact that his burial robes were of the plainest and his ob sequies the simplest. RIVER, OCEAN AND SHORE. The sea has done much for man, but man has done much for the sea. Its message to the awakened mind has largely been prepared for it by the revealing and Inspiring Illuminations of the think er and the poet. To the cultivated eye and ear the things actually heard and seen In Nature are but a poor foundation for the ennobling influences that emanate from them by reason of the meaning with which superior minds have endowed them. There is a pleasure In the pathless woods and a rapture on the lonely shore Intenser far than could be felt before Byron knew them. The clouds that cra dle near the setting sun do take a sober coloring for him who has been privileged to see them through Wordsworth's eye. Shelley and Campbell are musical In the skylirk's song, and Matthew Arnold in the nightingale's. The pines spring more loftily and vines trail more gracefully and heaven's stately processions move with more solemnity since Ruskin lived. What awe have Keats and Bryant not Im parted to the groves, what Is there to the flower In the crannied wall but a re minder of the tender philosophy of Ten nyson, how jocund would the morn sit smiling on the misty mountain top If Shakespeare had not seen It, what so lemnity would have been lost to twilight's hour but for Gray's Immortal elegy, how many voices of the night would be un heard but for Longfellow's listening ear, how cold the Alpine mountains are since Milton sang, how remorseless the awful deep of ocean, how ennobled the visita tion of blindness! This is well. For under obligation as the ocean Is to humanity, heavy also is the obligation of humanity to the ocean. No one can doubt It who witnesses the transformation Its breezes bring to tired mothers and puny children. How soon the little claw-like fingers of the emaci ated baby gather flesh In this strong, salt air, how soon the little cry turns Into the gurgle of glee, how soon health comes to sit In cheeks from which all color had departed! Yet the real blessing Is not the child's but the mother's. It Is In Vanlty Falr, perhaps, that Thackeray reminds us how Inconsolably the parent grieves over loss of the Infant who would have forgotten that parent In a. few short weeks. The disproportion prevails also In life. The child, likely enough, does not even know that it Is sick or that the mother Is distressed, or that Its life or death makes any difference. How differ ent the mother! Her whole being seems wrapped up in that little, fragile, almost worthless bundle of precarious humanity. How her cheek Is blanched and heart torn at its suffering, how grateful at every falnt sign of recovery! Is there anything In the world to compare with this- su preme and most sacred of the affections? There Is something In the devotion of a mother for an erring son that transcends all 'analysis and baffles all praise. Others may distrust his motives and despise his methods to her he is always brave and fair. Judsre and Jury may find him guilty, but her loyalty never falters. She sits beside him In the dock, she follows to his prison door. Nothing shatters her confidence, nothing weakens her devotion, nothing alloys her love. O the tired moth ers, the anxious, the sorely tried! What myriads of them all over the land are watching this fear ful Summer over the feverish forms of children who will some day. per haps, bring down their gray hairs in sor row to the grave! Yet In such a case one cannot be cruel even to be kind. One can only wish for them all that they might be given a fortnight among these restful scenes, by these ebbing and flowing waves. In these revivifying Pacific winds. But It is not for the many, only for the few. And this again Is equitable, for they are also few who have done anything for the sea. Never before has the beach-bound trav eler seen so many strangers on their way down the Columbia River. An old-timer can ride down on the Potter any day and see, among the hundreds on board, hardly any one he knows. How they are to be envied these untutored ones, new to river, ocean and shore! To them there Is granIeur in the familiar bluffs of the Columbia's lower reaches, Pillar Rock Is a spectacle of moment, and that a river, even with auxiliary bays, should be twelve miles wide, is a fact of almost Incredible magnitude. We have long lost the Joys they Either on this maiden trip. The bay looks "up hill" to them as once It did to every wondering eye, beauty and mystery sit out between the headlines at the harbor mouth, and where the breakers lift their snowy crests across the bar Is a realm of enchantment and delight. It Is worth something to be reminded of these things, and to renew the memories and thrills of long ago. STUFF AND STUFFING. My solitary walk the sun did greet With gleams of glory down the forest's floor. Gemmed with Spring's tender flowers, and vaulted o'er With music which did aye tho tale repeat Of youth and happiness, serene and sweet. I wandered by the river's singing shore. Its guardian banks, its ripples evermore. Sang of a God of Love, a life complete. Again these woodland ways my steps havo crossed; O'er wavo and sward, beneath th' untimely frost. Its Winter web of Ice stern Nature weaves. And Autumn's blast, slghln? around me. grieves O'er Life's flown birds, dead flowers and withered leaves. There are other harvests in this coun try than those of the husbandman, though at the present time of year the latter claims the attention of the public and keeps crop experts busy with estimates. Good judges, however, say that the gold harvest this year will add $100,000,000 to the wealth of the United States, and that by the beginning of 1902 the Treasury will con tain $550,000,000 in gold, while the whole stock of gold in this country at that time will not be far from $1,200,000,000. These figures represent a bulk and value that can be but dimly compre hended by the mind unused to "deal ing with the great forces of finance. The opposing elements in the San Francisco dock strike reject friendly Intervention and seem determined t'o fight out their differences along pres ent lines, regardless of time and cost In the meantime coastwise trade is suffering, and many collateral inter ests are embarrassed. It may be hoped, therefore, that "sweet reasona bleness" will at an early day dominate the councils of the opposing forces, to the end that the costly contention may be settled amicably and without preju dice. . Morgan is reported to be formulating a plan of profit-sharing as a settlement of the steel troubles. He has the brains to do it, and if he succeeds it will make secure his title to fame. Perhaps it is in his power now to make the greatest contribution of history to the labor problem. It is sincerely to be hoped he will succeed. Elsewhere appears a fine Illustrated article from the pen and camera of Dr. H. W. Kellogg, Portland's well-known pastor. This is a valuable sort of work, and should be extended by Dr. Kellogg and other Summer tourists to points in Oreeon. We are getting ahead, but with every gain there Is some compensatory loss. How we used to chafe over the stops at way landings, and how we welcomed the "straight run" to Astoria. But some thing has departed with those old days that one never expected to ml33. Now It dawns upon us how much of Joy there was In the bright oases on that otherwise eventless Journey. The memories of clas sic St. Helens, the white walls and pic turesque bayou of Skamokawa, the fever ish activity of cannery docks, the groves of Clatskanle and the happy villagers of Cathlamet all these things are of mere memory now to the busy traveler, and they are things that he needs. If he would be wise, to know. One day a little maid boarded the down-river boat at Cathlam et. Of all she was and all she wore or said or did, nothing remains In recollec tion but the nosegay she proudly carried. It was a peculiar collection and at It one might smile Or breathe a pensive sigh as was his mood. Whence came, my little maid, these zinnias, and phlox, and Sweet William and bachelor's buttons and rib bon grass and everlasting flowers? To the best of her knowledge and belief they had been picked In some one of the happy dooryards of the peaceful valley of EI okomin, and she fancied them a brave tribute to help brighten with 'her own sunny presence the home of an Astoria friend. But that could not have been. Nay, nay, my little maid. These be no flowers of Elokomln; these be the ghosts of posies that grew In grandmother's gar den thousands of miles from here and many weary years ago by the banks of an Eastern river, where apples reddened on ancient boughs In the September sun and where patient-eyed cows came home at night through the pasture bars. From grandmother's posy-garden came these bachelor's buttons and Sweet Williams, and these be the selfsame ribbon grass and everlasting flowers that rustle In the wayside burylng-ground over graves as old today as you yourself shall be, my Httle maid, some day when the coffin closes over your first-born child, and the Reaper's sickle keen has gathered In an other floweret of lovely Elokomln Val ley. The winds are blowing free up from the far Paclflc as erst they blew when the continent was raised: the river runs on to the sea unchanged and undisturbed; the ripples come and go In tireless rhythm and the branches wave for us as for the old Indian braves and the early explorers. Man only Is evanescent and transitory. He sets his foot upon the ground that shall be here in its place when his name Is forgotten and plants the sapling that shall outlast his children's children. The dreams of youth, the resolves of manhood, the tragedies of hearts and homes, leave no trace upon river, wave or shore. Maz aroth comes forth In his season and Arc turus with his sons, unmindful as uncon trolled of man. Impotently rolls the sky and relentlessly the waves. Almost as soon as these posies shall wither. little maid, you yourself shall fade and molder In the dust with all the last year's flow ers. Shelly says: This world is tho mother of all wo know; This world is the mother of all wo feel. Ye3, but its motherhood is one unfeel ing, unsympathetic. We take out of Na ture what intellect and emotion have put there for us. She is a salted mine. ' Lone Beach. Autr. 13. E. $. A Kipling- Parody. (From an Oriental exchange, called to Tho Oregonlan's attention by Lieutenant-Commander A. N. Wood. United States Navy.) The anniversary number of the Star contains, besides a story of M. Zola and a very hlgh-falutln' poem by Mr. Swin burne, a parody on Mr. Kipling which we cannot forbear quoting, for Its In genious play on his verbiage. This ef fort lsX signed "V. C," entitled "The Helmlskrlngla of the New Rime Stingers; or the Chorus of the School of Kipllng ites," and Is worded as follows; Wo have seen the sea. we have lanned tho land, we have whirled the world around; Wo have found our Tun awash and aland, ana taken it whero wo found; We havo sized the size of the oceans six, and sworn that they were seven: Wo have spouted the spumy spindrift up till It spatted the bars of heaven; We have sagged and hogged by Saghallan sands, and dogged the dogged cod; Wo have banned the bars and barred the bands and given the devil the nod. Thro' the Rudyard kailyard we sllnked for lore Losh! we ha' slbbed oursel' When we gawed tho Deity o'er and o'er and boomed tho booms of hell. We were all oe'r-slb to tho crosshead gib till we turned Matun. tho cripple; But we Uvo and learn and we aye return to the verberant verb "to kipple." Wo have heard of Su-pl-yaw-lat's him; wo havo hymned McAndrews her. And we swim with vim round tho dim sea rim whero tho ooze-deep cables burr, Whero the tigers tigue and the niggers nig: and the fakirs fako away. Where the mariner marries the wind-lass big. and tho lascars laslc all day. Wo havo marked the mark of the seal droves stark thro' Petropaulovskl haze. And tho cuttles kipling within the dark ayont the gunnel sprays; We have marched tho march of the Birds of Prey, and tho d d old goose-march, too; Wo have 'unted oonta and pounted punts and way'd tho wayds through; We ha Tommled here, we ha' Tommied there, wo ha tippled the tipay TTppIe, And we still rejoice In the active voico of the verberant verb "to kipple." Wo have Joined Her Majesty's horse marines for special chrysanthema. And ever and oft we have theosophed soft phrases llko Dana Da; We have rimed the frost and legioned the lost, and verst the Russian miles. And the big South Mirk we have met at kirk in Tierra del Fuegan aisles. We yanked the Yankee railway king and railed at Indian rails; Wo bruited the Bengal brutes aboard and tweaked their Jungle tales; We Winnlpegged out the great wheat belt, and sutteed the rites of wrong Ero we trekkaroo'd over Afric's veldt and kuriled Into Hong Kong. We have waved the flags, wo havo flagged the waves, till they rippled with a rip pling ripple; And early and late we conjugate the verberant verb "to kipple." We have traded the oldest trade of all,, tho oidest art ever sung; We have perched Lalun on the city wall and 'ung the pictures of Ung; " And wo fuzzy-wuzzed till the niggers buzzed through tho square we made our boast; Wo were beat in fleeting, but oar fleet in being has carried the morning post; " Wo havo damned tho Ganges with Hooghli dams, and driven the drifts sky-high. Where tho wolverine worries tho warrlgal, and and the wallaby wallows by. We have rocked the rookie and ranked the ranker and ball'ad the Bolivar; Wo havo bunked the bunker and anked the anchor, and. lo! we have berthed a start As rank as herbs we have coined new verbs. with syllables double and triple. And early and late wo conjugate the verberant verb "to kipple." Bernard, It will be remembered, who was a monk at Clugny under Peter the Venerable (1122-1136), wrote a poem on "The Contempt of the World," of abqut 300 lines long, which satirized the cor ruptions of the age. It would have slept unknown, however, had not the author prefaced It with a hundred lines or so describing the joys of heaven. These lines have appealed powerfully to Chris tian imagination, and, as edited and re arranged by Archbishop Trench, they have become the source of most of the hymns describing "Jerusalem,, the Gol den." Bernard's poem is written In Latin and the rhythm Is most ingeniously planned, since it consists of dactylic hexameter couplets that rhyme at the ends and also In the middle of each line. So complicated was the device that Bernard believed the form was the result of direct inspira tion. Even those who do not know Latin can get a very good Idea of Its style from the four lines beginning "O Golden City. Zlon," literally, "City Zlon, golden," which runs as follows In the original: Urbs Syon aurea. patria lactea, cive decora Omno cor obruls, omnibus obstruia et cor et ora. Nesclo, nescio, quae Jubllatlo, lux tlbl quails, Quam soclalia gaudla, gloria quam special's. Dr. John M. Neale. who has translated It, says of this hymn: "It la the mo3t lovely as the 'Dies Irae' Is the most sum lime and the 'Stabat Mater' the most pathetic of medieval poems." It Is his well-known translation, tho first stanza of which, as can be seen. It la a literal translation of the lines printed above, and was as follows: Jersualem the golden With milk and honey blest. Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not. What holy Joys are there. What radiancy of glory. What bliss beyond compare. The length of a story may be shorter than that of the sequel. The British In South Africa are still busy with the se quel, although they finished the story long ago. The -Irish should protest against Kitch ener's purpose to end the Boer War so soon. They pay taxes and are certainly entitled to the worth of their money. Vacation work3 us very hard. Our peace forever frets; The more we try to make it long The shorter still It gets. Count Hlppolyte Pallovlnclnl will" get $25,000,000 and the Philadelphia heiress will get his name. Fair exchange Is no robbery. The sole purpose of that lost period of hot weather seems to have been to splto those of us who had had vacations. 'TIs better to havo had a mother-In-Iaw and lost her than never to have had a mother-in-law at all. The piano trust has gone flat. It was pitched in too high-toned a scale. l General TJrlbe-Urlbe Is at least up to date. He has a ragtime name. This Is the day to be in tune wlthv the infinite, but not to tune up.