THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, MAY 17, 1908. 11 A Sailor's Lop: Iterollcctlons of Forty Yearni of aval Ufe. by Kobley L. Evans, Kear Adniiral. U. S. N. I. Appleton & Co., New York CUy. Rear Admiral Evans is so much in the public eye and its heart as well that : the enterprise of the publishers must be conceded in sending to the pacltic Coast at the present time this handsome book, dated 1901, and consisting of 4fjp pages, dealing with more than 40 years distinguished service afloat and ashore of this doughty old Admiral, better and more popularly known as "Fighting Bob" Evans. Kvans says he was born in 1846. and after schooling at Washington, D. C, an offer was extended to him to enter An napolis, on the invitation of Mr. Hooper, who was then sa delegate in Congress from Utah. Kn route to Salt Lake City, with a num ber of companions, Gvans, who was then only 33 years of age, was introduced to rettl warfare at the hands of Indians who attacked the party, wounding Evans with an arrow. "The arrow went through the tendon of my left ankle," he explains, "and it also penetrated through the ribs of my mule, making him perform many new tricks, much to my discomfort." At the outbreak of the Civil War the male members of the Evans family found their sympathies divided, the future Ad miral's younger brother enlisting in the Washington Artillery and serving un der Pelhatn. Robley D. Evans' cadet war experiences centered in the struggle for the posses sion of Fort Fisher, and here is the baptism of Are which eventually made "Fighting Bob." At this moment I saw Colonel Lamb, the Confederate commander, gallantly standing out on the parapet and calling his men to (ret up and shoo! the Yankees. I considered htm within easy rangn of revolver, so took a deliberate i'hot at him. As I fired, a hul let ripped through the front of my coat across my breast, turning me completely around I felt a burning sensation, like a hot iron, over rny heart, and saw something red coming out of the hole in my coat, which I took for blood. I knew, of course, that if a bullet had gone through this por tion of my body I was done for: but that was no place to p-top. so I went on at the head of my company. As we approached the remains of the stockade I was aware that one particular sharpshooter was shoot ing at me. and when we were a hundred yards away he hit me in the left leg, about three Inches below the knee. The force of the blow was so great that I landed on my face in the sand. I got a silk handker chief out of my pocket, and with the kind assistance of my classmate. Hoban Sands, soon stopped the blood, and went again to the front as fast as I could. About this time the men were stumbling over the" wires which they cut with their knives they proved to be wires to the torpedoes- over which we had charged, but thev failed to explode. My left leg seemed asleep, but t w as able to use it. The s-t:ckade. or what remained of it, was very near, and I determined to lead my company by a tlbiik through a break in it, and then c I. urge over the nngle of the fort, which now looked very difficult to climb. I men aced to get through the stockade with st ven others, when my sharpshooter friend sent a bullet through my right knee, and 1 realised that my chance of going was settled. I tried to stand up, but i was no ue; my legs would not hold me. and be sides this 1 was bleeding dreadfully, and i knew that was a matter which had to be looked to. When I received the wound in my right knee I began at once to try to stop the tlow of blood. 1 used for the purpose one of the half dozen silk handkerchiefs with which I had prvlded myself, but I was so tired and weak from loss of blood that I was some time doing the trick. In the meantime my sharpshooter friend, about 35 yards away, continued to shoot at me. at the. same time addressing me in very forc ible but uncomplimentary language. At the fifth hot. I think H was. he hit me strain, takfng off the end of one of my toes, tearing off the sole of my shoe, and wrench ing my ankle dreadfully. I thought the bullet had gone through my ankle, the pain tv as so Intense. For some, reason. I don't kn nv why, this shot made me unreasonably angry, and. rolling over in the sand, so as to face my antagonist. I addressed a evv brit remarks to htm: and then. Just as none one handed him a freshly loaded musket. I tired, aiming at his breast. I knew all the time that I should kill him If 1 shot at him. but had not intended, to do so until he shot me In the toe. My bullet went a little high, striking the poor chap In the throat and passing out the back of bis neck. He staggered around after drop ping his gun, and finally pitched over the parapet and rolled down near me. where be lay dead. I could see his feet as they Ir-Jvted over a pile of sand, and from their position knew that he had fought his lat fight. The most realistic description of bat tle .Held that I remember up to now is that given in "The Red Badge qf Cour age." a novel which has achieved an international reputation as a war epic. But surely another war classic exists in this description by Evans of carnage, where he was picked up by a marine named Wasmouth, who was in a few minutes shot through the neck, dying there and then: After Wasmouth was killed I soon fell asleep, and when I awoke It was some time before 1 could recall my surroundings. The tide had come in. and the hole in which I was lying was nearly full of water, which had about covered me and was trickling into my ears. I could see h. monitor firing, and apparently very near, and the thought cam to me that I could swim off to her if I only had, a bit of plank or driftwood, but this 1 could not get- it was plain enough that J should hpjii be drowned ltko a rat in a hole unless I managed to get out somehow. Dead and wounded men were lying about in ghastly plies, but no one to lend me a helping hand. By this time Z could not use my legs in any way. and when 1 dug r.iy hands into :h r.iits of my prison and "tried to pull myself out the sand gave way ar.i left n:i- stiii lytnr :n the water. Finally I made a strong effort, and rolled myself sideways out of the hole. When I got out I saw a marine a short distance away, nicely covered by a pile of sand, and firing away deliberately at the fort. I c .tiled to him to pull me in behind his bar of sand, but h deWined, on the ground that the rebel fire was too sharp for him to AAARION COOK expose himself. I persuaded him with my revolver to change his mind, and in two seconds he had me in a place of safety that Is to say. safe by a smalt margin, for when he ttred. the rebel bullets would snip the sand within a few inches of our heads. If the marine had known that my revolver was soaking wet, and could not possibly be fired, 1 suppose I would have been buried the next morning, as many other poor fel lows were. As soon as I could reach some cartridges from a dead sailor lying near me, I loaded my revolver, thinking It might be useful before the Job was rir-ybed. When I was jerked in behind this pile of sand, I landed across the body of the only coward I ever saw in the naval service. At first.! was not conscious that there was a man under me. so completely had he worked himself into the sand ; he was actually ""be low the surface of the ground. The moni tors were firing over us, and as a shell came roaring by he pulled his knees up to his chin, which hurt me, as it jostled my broken legs. I aaid, "Hello. Are you wounded?" "No, sir." he replied; "I am afraid to move.' "All right, then." I said; "keep quiet, and don't hurt my legs again." The next ahelt that came over he did the same thing, and the next, notwithstanding my. repeated cautions. So I tapped him be tween the eyes with the buft of my revolver, and he was quiet after that. The poor crea ture was so scared that he would He still and cry as the shells flew over us. As 1 said before,, he was the only coward I ever saw in the naval service. At the beginning of the Spanish Amer ican War, when Evans came more or less into the spotlight, some people were crude enough to ask, "Who is this 'Fight ing Boh' Evans, anyhow?" The hero's Civil War record had then been tem porarily forgotten, because a new gen eration of thoughtless young folks had grown up in the meantime. Rather than quote from Admiral Evans' more recent experiences I have thought it better to furnish an extract or two showing how "Fighting Bob" received the name he is best known by his admiring countrymen. As has already been indicated, the book under review is dated 1101. Now that Admiral Evans will shortly have abun dant leisure on 'his retirement from active naval service, and renewed health as well, it is to be hoped that he will take the opportunity before long to brmg his "log" up to date. 4y Prisoners of Chance: The Stsry of What Be fell tieoffrey Benteen, Bordermun, Through His I-ove for a Lady of France, by Randall Parrish. $1.r0. illustrated. A. i'. McCturg & Co., Chicago. Geoffrey has so much courage of the bulldog type that this novel which deals with the long continued fight between the Spanish and French for the ultimate con trol of the Ijouisiana Valley, possesses high charm for its mastery of adventure and devil-may-care wandering. One striking incident is where Geoffrey helps in the escape of the Chevalier Charles de Noyan from a Spanish flag ship, to the remote forests of the Far North. The two fugitives are accom panied by Mme. d Noyan who had been in love with Geoffrey before a misun derstanding had parted them. Then she had married tne Chevalier. To ahow the sty If of. writing Mr. Parrish uses in de scribing a tight a. style which recalls that of Mary Johnston in "To Have and to Hold" or .Conan Doyle I quote an ad venture which .Geoffrey hg with a bold Spanish officer who intercepts the wanderers as th?y are about to cross the Ohio iver: Senor. I said, in studied courtesy, stop ping suddenly and confronting him, I have hunted across this wilderness more than one season, and dislike being stopped now by Spanish decree. Nor do I comprehend your right in this matter. Have you warrant for opposing peaceful passage to the Ohio? He stared at me in undisguised amaze ment at my boldness, a grim smile on his hard, set face "Aye. I have, fellow," he finally retorted angrily, tapping hi hilt. " 'Tis In this scab bard at my side." "Then draw it, senor," I exclaimed, throwing forward my long rifle menacingly. "And may (rod stand with the better -man." 1 have a conception that at the moment he believed he was being confronted by a erased man, yet there was in my face an expression quickly teaching "him otherwise, and, with a swift 'twist, he flashed his sword forth into the sunlight, standing on guard. "Por Bar!" h growled savagely, "you must be in tie bet tsr than a fool to hoist that club. It will give me pleasure to teach you better manners toward a grandee of Spain." "Grandee Or not," I retortd, angered at bis implied contempt, "i may teach you a trick, senor. ith that same club, never learned in your Spanish fencing clubs." It was swift, intense fighting from the word, he proving a past-master of his weapon, yet my stiff rifle barrel was no mean defense against his lighter blade, with a reach preventing his point from touching my body, and sufficient weight to bear down the thin, murderous steel whenever the two came into contact. It had been long prac tice with me, having pickea up the pretty trick from a French souave when I was a boy. so I swung the iron as if it were a single stick ; and. In truih. I know of no better fence against the stroke of a straight sword, although fencing masters, I have heard, make light of it. Nevertheless it was new experience to this Span-ard, and it did me good to note how It angered the fellow to be held back by such a weapon. He made such stress to press in behind my guard that he began to.pa.nt like a man running a hard race. Nor did T venture to stun a blow in re turn, for. In simple truth this soldier kept me busier with parry .and feint than any swordsman before, while he tried every trick of his trade, not a few of them strange to me. So X bided my time, confident he must make an opening for nt return if he kspt up such furious attack, and thus, with retreat and advance, hack and guard, thrust and parry, we tramped up a wide bit of ground, while ' tbere was no sound of the struggle, except our hard breathing, with now aryi then a fierce curse from him as his flashing steel nicked on my gun barrel, or flew off into thin air just as he thought to send its deadly point home. Such fighting is wearing even to seasoned nerves, and the dasxle of the sun botherei tn.v eves, vet ha h-ad oressed na bar scarcely more than" a couple ofV yards when bis dancing blade slipped stealthily up my brown barrel, suddenly nipping the loose sleeve of my doublet. As It pricked into the cloth, scraping the skin of my forearm, I let the fellow have the end of the muzzle full in the side. It was noi the best spot for such a thrust, nor could I give it proper force, yet I think I errfeked a rib, from the way the Spaniard drew back, and the sudden pallor of his face; indeed, so ghastly white he. got, I thought him done for, and lowered my barrel carelessly. He was mqre of a man than I had reckoned on, or else his pride made him averse to ac cepting defeat, for. with one quick spring, like a wounded' tiger, he was inside my guard, his ugly point rasping into me just beneath the shoulder.- Saint Andrew! It was an awkward touch, especially as the tough steel held, the punctured flesh burning like fire; but fortunately the fellow was in too great pain himself to press nis advantage, and, as we clinched and went down to gether. I chanced to be on the top, throt tling him with right good will. That which followed was but a small matter, yet I left him there, waiting the discovery of his comrades, in as comfortable a posture as possible, cdnraent he could give no alarm. That Spaniard was. a brave man, and I have ever had respect for such. gome Ladies in Haste, by Rohert W. Cham bers. Illustrated. $1.50. D. Appleton & Co., New York City. If anyone reads to the end this delight ful hit of comedy, without smiling there's something wrong withiiis mental make up. "Some Ladies in Haste" is built on the lines of Mr, Chambers' earlier ro mance, "Iole," bat it is more ingenious and clever. Besides, it's a sure cure for the blues, and is a continuous laugh. It's the most original thing in Spring fiction. Mr. Chambers again turns to his rich, young men of aristocratic clubland in New York City, fashioning the central motif in one William T. Manners, who engages in mental suggestion of the ab sent treatment kind in making different people fall in love with each other, if he. so wills it. At first, ne is an aristo cratic, idler, who through his monocle or single eyeglass gazes indifferently from the windows of his clubhouse at passing pedestrians. He is bored, and finds that time hangs very heavily on his hands. What's to be done? Work doesn't, appeal to him, and he has a few tons of surplus money which he has inherited. He dab bles in , hypnotism, and like a flash the Idea of mental suggestion occurs in shap ing the future of people in love affairs. Aggressive, young business men who have hitherto lived solely for the acquisi tion of the nimble dollar, suddenly find themselves possessed of a vague desire to see the sun rise, to catch butterflies, to listen to the plaintive "moo"' of the cow in a word, to be a real communicant at Nature's shrine. And somehow, into the picture creeps young women, who have forsakeh the weary round of aris tocratic dances and dinner parties, be cause they, too, feel an overpowering de sire to be Nature students and be loved. One girl, on her own wooded estate in one of New York's suburbs, dresses up as a heathen goddess with queer robes and bow and arrows, and is met by a young man disguised as Pan, "blowing his whole love-smitten soul into his fife." Other atflicted young men fall in love with cooks. Once, as Manners sits at his club win dow, a pretty girl passes and he hurls after her this mental suggestion: Now, you are very pretty and delightful to look at, but you probably think trivial thoughts most ofg the time, and you have been brought up with false notions of the world. Go out and see the sun rise. Go listen to the speckled tomtit. Get busy with nature and the living romance of the free world. You dance too much: you culti vate too assiduously the comparatively un important . Be a real girl a charming, frank, natural, fearless, disinterested, in telligent girl. Give yourself the sensation of an original idea. Take an interest in the resources of those simpler pleasures now banned as obsolete by a fretted, pampered, over-ambitious, and Intellectually degenerate society where wealth is r. But after reading only one or two chap ters, it is easy to discover that in writing such a practical jote as "Some Ladies in Haste, Mr. Chambers' mainpurpose was to satirize the mental-suggestion fad that is so fashionable just now, and, inciden tally coin a few ducats. For, even novel ists must live. Ned: Niggei an Gent'man. By Judge Nor man . Kittrell. Price. $1.50. The Neale Publishing Company, New York City. The writer of this very readable South ern story of the Civil War and the re construction days which followd, is judge of the 61st Judicial District of Texas. Ned is an elderly negro who is body servant to Colonel Hamilton Marshall, a planta tion owner. T4ie Colonel and avMr. Stand wick, the latter being .a visitor from Maine, hold numerous conversations re garding the war, the future of the South, etc. while Ned contributes his share in delicious amusing dialect. When Mr. Standwlck is about to return home, after a 'prolonged visit, he and Ned talk about inscriptions on gravestones, and Ned asks that hese words be carved on his grave stone, after he is dead: "Ned: Nigger an Gent'man." The Tw of the Federal and State Con stitutions of the United States, by Pro fessor Frederic Josup -Stimson. $o-D0. The Boston Book Co.. Boston, Mass. r Frederic Jesup Stimson is professor of comparative legislation in Harvard Uni versity and in this learned book of 386 pages, while in a general way what he says is intended lor the citizen, student of politics, lawyer and instructor, yet he states that it was written primarily for his own use in his classes at Harvard University. He considers that coustitu tional law, like the law of labor and fre contract, is in this country a live science. This book like a certain country named by Caesar is divided into three . arts: First A broad, historical essay, not technical. Is given on -points of " consti- tutional law which are now publicly ; talked of. Book II presents a chronolo- gical digest of important statutes refer ring to English constitutional principles and also a table of excerpts from great constitutional documents, arranged chro nologically, showing their growth from Magna Charta to the Massachusetts bill of rights. Book III is made up of a com parative presentation of the 46 state con stitutions annotated with the correspond ing provisions of the Federal Constitution. Professor Stimson is of the opinion that ,lthe great political question of the law and jurisdictional, not political, relation of the states to the Federal Government, the right of the states to their own cus tomary law and their own police power, has once more to be fought over.". A conveniently arranged index ends the book, which has "learned" and "law" written all over it. Sidereal Sidelights. By Charles Z.. Brewer. Price, 40 cents. Balance Publishing Com pany. Denver, Colo. Introducing this thoughtful little book on what is called "the new thought" and a plea for socialistic conditions, is a sug gestive poem on the title page: In a can of waste from an oyster . cafe A. pearl was thrown out to the swine one day. And was rooted around by a. swinish snout Till it fell in the mouth, but it soon came out; For, weighted in the balance of swinish taste. Twas rejected and counted as worthless TvaMe. Then it lay in the filth and dirt of the sty Till discovered one day by tttte glance of the eye. And, polished and ground, its value was more Than all of the swine it was cast before. One of the principal doctrines evolved, in the book is tTiat "one of the chief bulwarks of the abomination of compara tive desolation which still casts its shadow over the earth, is the old. heart roofed system of private property.' and the author is of the opinion that social ism is coming whether we like it or not. He alpo thinks that Jesus was by birth and training a member of the working class, and that Jesus probably belonged to the carpenters' union. Some of the views enunciated startle with their vigor and radicalism. Handy Pete. By Thomas Buckman. The Ncuner Company, Los Angeles, Cal. Harks back to economic studies of Bel lamy or Wells, and worth reading because of its boldness of design and originality. Capitalists who loved the acquisition of gold better than they loved their souls, leave to explore a distant unexplored island, where they hear there is. gold to be , had for the picking of it up, and Peter Handy, also known as "Handy Pete" for his skill and readiness as a worker, goes along as servant. The ex plorers are shipwrecked on the gold Isl and, and it turns out that as gold doesn't rule and as Pete corners the visible sup ply of shell-fish, he stands out as the virtual ruler of the island, by his native shrewdness and superior strength. The social problem is worked out in a clever way. Cowboy Ballads. By Bronco Bill. R Y. McBride. Los Angeles, CaU In brown paper covers, this collection of poems written by one who was cor poral in Company Q. Rough Riders (Roosevelt's), goes the limit to 81 pages. Dialect anl queer spelling help the gen eral humor. In one poem "Heney," the redoubtable Assistant District Attorney of San Francisco, is written about in so ruthless a fashion that I am sure the only reason he doesn't sue the bronco one for libel, is because the poet belongs to Roosevelt's Rough Riders. The Meaning of the Times, by United States Senator Albert J.' Beveridge. The Bobbs-Merrill Co., Indianapolis, Ind. This readable volume of 431 pages con tains 28 selected public addresses madfe by Senator Beveridge during the past ten years, and shows how his style and po litical vision have grown, if anything can. Senator Beveridge. is now a National fig ure and the hook which tells his thoughts affords an admirable opportunity to be come acquainted witii the man and the man in public life at long range. An introduction is wrjtten by Dr. Albert Shaw. J. M. QUBNTIN. IN LIBRARY AND WORKSHOr. ?ix colored, amusing postal cards, price 30 cents', and devoted to dogs, have reached The Oreronian from Paul Elder & Co., New York. Sent to your friend who likes dogs will surely tickle his taste and win an ap proving smile. The best dog picture is that of three dogs of debonair look, singing this serenade: "For It's always fair weath er when good fellows get together." Algernon Charles Swinburne's "The, Duke of Gandla." a tragedy of the time of the Borglas, was reviewed in The Oregonian May 3. The picture of Mr. Swinburne shown on this page, is fashioned after a painting of the poet when he was consider ably younger- Oddly enough this is the style of picture Mr. Swinburne, who is now 71 years old, likes to have linger the longest In the minds of his American readers. Miss Evelyn Groesbeeck Mitchell. A. B. M. S., announces the advent of her help book on "Mosquitoes." It tells how to wage victorious war against the mosquito race in general, and against that worst of his bad breed, the pest-spreading anophehes. By putting into effect the measures mainly simple and Inexpensive measures they are recommended by Miss Mitchell, it will often be found that those who are tortured by these exasperating insects may free them selves from the infliction. At last Thomas Hardy has completed his prodigious Naipoleonic drama," "The Dy nasts," a work which has engaged his at tention to the exclusion of ail e.- for years. It is in three parts (the first part was published four years ago, and the sec ond part in 1900) and contains 19 acts and 130 scenes, while the number of characters runs Into hundreds. There are critics whose opinions carry weight, who compare "The Dynasts" with such masterpieces as Goethe's "Faust" and the "Prometheus Bound" of Aeschylus. An indication of the increasing vogue of living American poets appears in the an? nouncemen-t that in Boston are nearly ready for publication five volumes, limited to 240 sees, of the works of Madison Cawein. of Louisville. Ky. Mr. Ca-wein has lately been declared by William Dean Ho wells, writing in the North American Review, to be "of the kind of Keats and Shelly and Words worth and Coleridge, in that truth to ob servance and experience of nature and the joyous expression of it which are the domi nant characteristics of his art." . Miss Marion Cook's Illustrated memo-book, entitled "A Week of Hoses." with pro gramme of events during the Portland Rose Festival will be ready in a few days. The first issue will be 5000 copies with more o follow, and the cover design, of which a representation is given on this page, was drawn by Miss Cook. The half-tones of Portland scenery are made from photo graphs taken by her. The whole will form a -pretty souvenir to send to Eastern friends, along with a copy of The Oregonian describ ing the beauty of "rose week" here in the city of roses. These new books have been received: "The Last of the Houghtons," by, Richard Wallace Buckley. $1.50, and "Comrades Four," by Rev. Edward R. Rich (Neale Pub. Co., N. Y ) "John Wesley's Conversion and Sanetiflcation." by Carl F. Eltzholz (Jennings & Graham, Cincinnati. O.) Mr. Rich"s book tells of four Confederate sol diers who went through the Civil War, and the story has a social, reminiscent vein that lifts it from the ordinary. Mr. Rich Is now dean of Trinity Cathedral. Easton. Md., and during the Civil War he was a member of Company E. Firwt Maryland Cavalry, Confederate army. The representative of an Eastern news paper recently called on Joaquin Miller at his home in the Oakland bills, and offered the poet a handsome sum if he would write a poem for immediate delivery, commemor ating that newspaper's -Mh anniversary. It so happened .that the reporter "struck" the poet when the latter was in a bad mood, because in his absence wild oats had dared to grow up and desecrate the poppy-bed In his pet garden. Mr. Miller wai vigorously wielding a cythe. and when he learned the scribe's errand, he mopped his commanding brow, caressed his flowing whiskers, and said: "Young man. My flowers mean more to me than lucre. My chief income la the deUebt thax my robes and lilies yield. Tha THE BRIBED LEGISLATOR BY WILLIAM B. CONWAY This remarkable poem comes to The Oregonian from an esteemed subscriber's scrap book. The sender thinks it not without application to Oregon at this time. It was written 70 years ago by Mr. Conway, editor of the Ebensburg (Pa.) Mountaineer, and was inspired by the exposure or a. legislator who had been bribed to vote In the Interest of state banks. Of all the crimes with which the tempter's art, Has blackened and denied the human heart; The meanest meanness, and the vilest vile. The basest baseness, and the deepest guile, That ever tinged the conscious cheek with shame. Destroyed a character, or damned a name, The crime of crimes is clearly that which must Result, per se, from violated trust! Though trusts are various (as all agree,) In weight, extent, importance and degree, Yet still the principle involved in each, (We care not what dishonesty may preach.) The principle is recognized as just. That 'every fairly delegated trust, Which as a trust is mut'lly believed, As such imparted, and as such received, -(Despite of all the arguments which waive, The scruples. from the conscience of a knave, However deep in subtle tactics skilled,) Should be in truth and honesty fulfilled: . This is the" doctrine equity proclaims. Sustained by learned and venerated names, And this the doctrine to which truth has given The broad, approving seal of righteous Heaven. Destroy the sacred principle and then Can justice dwell among the sons of men? . Could peace and Order here consent to dwell, Or would not earth itself become a hell? Of all the trusts which can to man be given, (Not to include the ministry of Heaven) Those trusts-are clearly greatest, which relate. To man considered in his social state; Those public trusts, which clearly must embrace, The weal or woe of thousands of his race, These trusts are truly sacred, and as such, ' Corruptions vile, contaminating touch Cannot pervert them, without spreading ill. Beyond the basest purpose of the will. Sad ills alas! which in their scope must urge Their dire effects to the remotest verge Of that society,, thraugh which they spread, Like bitter waters from a fountain head. The legislator, who receives a bribe Direct, or indirect, through all the tribe Of casuistic quibblers should unite Their deepest skill "to prove that black is white," That legislator violates his trust, Becomes defiled, and ceases to be just! 'Tis true, no man can deem it very strange When mere opinions undergo a change; But when opinions plainly manifest The facts and principles on which they rest, And trusts are thus confided clearly then, Opinions test the honesty of men! 'Tis true, the bribed apostate may proclaim, A host of fafcts to palliate his shame Facts well prepared to meet his wretched case, . And mitigate the horrors of disgrace. Yes, he may prove, or try in vain to prove. That scruples rose reluctantly to move His artless mind which had alas! to strive Against the fact that two and two make five! Thus to "conclusions" he was "forced" to come, And darkly wrote his artful letters home; To prove his conscience is not made of flint. He drops a sly preliminary hint; Suggests his "doubts," which finally prevail, And then he halts in "matters of detail." He deprecates the spirit of the times, And speaks of "party," as he should of crimes; He modifies his motions, day by day, As for a total change, he paves the way, Is anxious still to justify his views, And still defends himself, though none accuse. And when he hears the biting, taunting jibes, This sensitive recipient of bribes Retorts, and plunges deeper in the toils, And proudly bears his infamy and spoils. Before high Heaven, he plays his frantic pranks, Abhors corruptions! and supports the banks! Still for "democracy" he rants and raves, Vilest of hypocrites, and worst of knaves! Appeals to his "constituents!" ah, why? For they confirm his damning infamy! If that base man detestable appears, On whom the orphans' cries and widows' tears Make no impression; from whose callous heart, No sigh of pity, or remorse, can state; Who basely cheats the mute, confiding dead, And drives the orphans forth to beg their bread, In sorrow and in wretchedness to roam, Expelled by fraud, from happiness and home! If fraud, like this must ever be despised. Can greater frauds, though artfully disguised,. Be less detested, less abhorred? because The fraud in making not in breaking laws, ' Has been committed? Then, if this be true, The world may bid integrity adieu! Is that base man the guiltiest of men, Who fires some cottage, in the lonely glen? Is he not baser? Equity exclaims. Who wraps a city in devouring flames? And if a watchman, who his guilt can tell That lights the torch and utters "All is well?" And so the legislator: It he would Take every ill and countervailing good. Which man enjoys, or suffers, here below, And justly balance human weal and woe. We must proclaim that man to be the worst, The most detestable the most accursed, To heave on states the greatest weight of ill; The bribed apostate, who on states would draw. The -greatest curses in the forms of law! The sad effects his villainy imparts. May reach ten thousand times ten thousand hearts! Ah, think of this, in weighing public crimes, Which injure other men, in other times. Ah, think(of this, with jealousy and fear. Nor deem the writer wantonly severe; Crimes which to sorrow,. slavery and scorn. Doom freemen's children's children yet unborn. These are not trifles "trifles light as air," 1 As bribing bank directors are aware. If these be trifles, why did Freedom's son. The great, the good, the Godlike, Washington, Devote his life to vigilance and toil, To rear a temple on Columbia's soil, Beneath whose high and bright and hallowed dome, Freedom -might find a shelter and a home, Where every lovely virtue might appear. Bright as heir native Heaven's unclouded sphere, Whence Peace and Order might protection draw, From Truth and Justice, Liberty and Law! If these be dreams, or trifles, if you will. Ah, why did Warren bleed on Bunker's Hill? The Judge the Magistrate we won't describe. Nor e'en the editor, who takes a bribe;' The difference consists in this brief view, The evil each, within his sphere, may do. The principle's the same 'tis understood. From libel suits to gallant Cilley's blood; Pure blood! by bribes and base corruption spilt. Whilst bribing bankers fla.unt in pride and guilt! In pride and guilt! whilst lo! th widow's tear! And hark! the orphan's wailings-strike the ear! Ah, who but God , can estimate their payi? They cry , to Heaven! Nor will tney cry, in vain! The man who takes a bribe would strip the dead, Or rob the orphan of bis crust of bread; So lost to justice, equity and right, This man would steal the aged "widow's mite;" Is well prepared for every .kind of fraud, Would sell his Country, or betray his God, Pillage the palace of the King of Kings, "Or strip the gilding from an angel's wings!" On sad events, now passing, do reflect; Freemen! be firm, and stern, and circumspect! Let none be trusted, who for office pants To pamper vulgar, artificial wants; Let every idle, vain and vicious drone Live if he can but trust not such a one. Remember what time's musty record saith, That Carthage fell and fell by "Punic Faith!" The man who is unfaithful to a trust, However small is vitally unjust, And he who is unjust in little things, Would be a villain in the courts of kings. Present a bribe, and down his virtue falls,' In courts, or camps, or legislative hails! "The Bribed Apostate! Blot his hateful name From each and every scroll of honest fame. Let no man trust him none forbear to shed Contempt, and deep dishonors on his head; Let scorn still point her finger and her jibes, And say: Behold the consequence of bribes! Let guileless children, as he passes by, Shrink from his touch, and shudder at his eye; Let lovely women loathe him with disgust, ' And shun him like the reptile in the dust; And, whilst he lives, let infamy alone, Claim the Bribed Legislator as her own; Until he dies, and sinks into the grave, To poison worms that feed upon the knave. There 'midst the storjjis, let hideous Furies foul, Hold nightly revels, and In concert howl; Let hissing reptiles make that spot their home, And be the watchful guardians of his tomb; And when he goes to hell, let devil, stare. And ask him, who the devil sent him there? And feel the insult deep, severe and keen, To see a fiend pre-eminently mean, 'Midst better devils rudely ushered in, A foul, appalling prodigy of sin; And In Hell's fiercest, hottest, furnace cram'd Let him be damned! Superlatively damned! And why not damned! for such transcendent crimes? Yes, damned eternally, ten thousand times! Ebensburg, Pa., March 2 8, 1838. poetry they breathe is a thousand times more beautiful than any I could dare hope to write. Thy need my care. I have no time to earn money." The reporter is expected to recover this Fall. Mrs. Humphry Ward, the English novel ist, has arranged for the publication by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. of the first complete and uniform edition of her writings. This is literary news of the greatest interest to Mrs "Ward's countless American readers, who will be only too glad of the opportun ity to obtain her books in an adequate and pprmanent style. Following the excellent edition of George Eliot's works, which has just been issued in Boston, this set of Mrs. Ward's writings will place on the lists of these publishers the complete works of the two greatest Englishwomen of recent times. "Some special illustrative features are being planned for Mrs. Ward's works which will add greatly to the interest of the new edition. Books Added to Library Out of Babies' Mouths. Dr. Garrit J. Kollen, the president of Hope College, at a dinner in Holland, Mich., recounted some quaint juvenile definitions. "They are definitions. said Dr. Kol len, "given by little 'Children in exam inations. Some of them, I think, are rather good. Some show unconscious, some intended humor." And with that preface he began: "'Perspiration When the heat makes you cry all over. " 'Fan A tains to brush the warm off with.' " 'Monkey A little boy with a tail.' " 'Clear soup A quart of water boiled down to a pint to make it strong.' " The Budget. will so Into circulation May 18: . BIOGRAPHY. Catherine of Siena Saint Catherine of Fina and her times; by Margaret Robert!. 190. Mahan From sail to ateam; recollections of naval iire. iu7. DESCRIPTION" AND TRAVEf Dampier Voyages; ed. 'by John Masefield. loos. Okey Old Venetian palaces and old Vene tian folk. 1107. USEFUL. ARTS. Boilermaker Laying out for boilermaker and sheet metalworker... 1907. Connecticut train lng-chool for nurses A handbook of nursing. Rev. ed. 100ft. Cook Practical poultry-breeder and feeder. Ed. 13. n. d. KlsJer The metallurgy of gold. Ed. 5, enl. 1900. Graham Wireless telegraphy for amateurs, n. d. Parr Electrical engineering measuring in strument. 1903. Peer Polling, ensilage and stable construc tion. 1906. , Richards Sanitation in daily life. 1907. Star buckModern plumbing illustrated. 1907. Suplee The mechanical engineer's reference book. Ed. 3. rev- 19u7. Van Slyke Modern methods of teMlng milk and mttk products. Rav. ed. 1907. Wllloughby Milk, iu production and uses. 1903. Woodworth Grinding and lapping tools, processes and fixture. 1907. V HISTORY. Oman The great revolt of .1381. 1906. FINE ARTS. Lethaby Westminster Abbey and the King's Craftsmen. 1906. Martin Monographs: Garrick. Mac ready, Rachel and Baron Stockmar. 1906. White How to do bead-work. 1904. FICTION. Bjornson In God's Way. 2 v. Canfield Gunhild; a Norwegian-American episode. Castle & Castle Flower o" the orange and othrr tales of bygone daya. Fog-azarrc The Politician. Maartens, paeud.) The new religion; a modern novel. SCIENCE). Lankester The kingdom of man. 190". Laurie The food of plants. 1907. Marshall Mosses and lichen. 1907. Masse e A text-book of plant disease cauatd by cryptogamic parasites.- Ed. 3. 1907. Pages Aquaris. 1W8. SOCIOLOGY. Gorst JThe children of the nation; how their health and vigor should be promoted by the state. 19u7. Hord Internal taxation in the Philippines. 1907. I -a re son Rloyd for the three upper grammar grades. 1907. Malvery The soul market. 1907. Solomon Theory of educational sloyd. EM. 4. 1907. BOOKS ADDBD TO THE REFERENCE PB PARTM BNT. American society of civil engineers Tran sactions, v. SO. 1907. Brennan Brennan's handbook; a com pendium of useful legal Information for busi ness men. 1907. Burke Peerage. Ed. 70. 1908- Gillette Earthwork and Its cost. 1903. Star buck Modern plumbing Illustrated. 1907. United States Continental Congress. Jour nals; 1774-178it. v. 10. 1908. BOOKS ADDED TO THK JUVENILE DE PARTMENT. Davis Nature stories for youngeM readers. I,ucas, ed. Another book of verses for children. Marshall Simple electrical working models.