>IOIC^OIOI6tO*O*OIOIOaOIOI6K3tQIOIOIOIOietOtOIG*OIC^| 1 LIFE OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT. | <5 c 5 A Busy Career as an Author, Soldier and Statesman. w He is a New Yorker Born and Bred. THEODORE ROOSEVELT. the twenty-sixth President of the United States, has for some years been one of the most Interesting figures in public life. He has been politician, statesman, author, soldier and public speaker. Mr. Roose velt belongs to one of the oldest fam ilies In this country and for two cen turies nine of the name and family have held prominent and important place in public life, philanthropy, finance, commerce and politics. He was born in New York City October 27. 1858, and was educated in private schools and at Harvard College. His father, whose name was the same, was a sugar refiner, a man of wealth and learning, but with little or no taste for public life. His mother was before her marriage a Miss Bullock, of Georgia, member of a famous family of Scotch descent. Her great-grand father was the Revolutionary Govern or of that State. As a boy Theodore Roosevelt was sickly, hollow chested and rather un dersized, but he possessed enormous nervous energy and early in life, de termined to become physically strong. iWhen he entered Harvard College, he went in for athletics anTi began a sys tematic course of training to build himself up. Soon after leaving Harvard Mr. Roosevelt made a long trip through Europe, where he proceeded to do things and see things in his own way. In 1881 Mr. Roosevelt returned to New York and entered politics. He was nominated and elected to the As sembly and was re-elected for two ad ditional terms. Ho was a delegata to the Republican National Convention of 1884 and took a prominent part in the proceedings. In that year he retired """" ~ THE PRESIDENT'S HOUSE AT OYSTER BAT, LONG ISLAND. from active politics and.going West, bought a ranch on the Little Missouri River in Western Dakota. There he hunted big game, tried cattle raising and devoted his spare time to study ing the country and the people and to literary work. From boyhood, Mr. Roosevelt had been a close and interested student of American history. In 1881, when he entered politics, he wrote a history of the naval war of ISI2. This was followed during his public career by lives of Thomas H. Benton and Gouv erneur Morris, "Ranch Life and Hunt ing Trail," "Essays on Practical Poli tics," a "History of New York," "American Ideals," "The Wilderness Hunter," "Hero Tales from American History," "The Winning of the West," classed as his greatest literary work, and later a life of Oliver Cromwell. In addition to these books he wrote extensively and on a variety of topics for the leading magazines and re views. I Mr. Roosevelt did not remain out of politics. In 18SU he was the unsuc cessful Republican candidate for Mayor of New York. After that ex perience i»e devoted himself for three ETHEL ALICE J, |QU6MTIt4 ■ PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT'S CHILDREN. years to ranch life, study and litera ture. In ISS9 President Harrison ap pointed him a member of the national Civil Service Commission, a position he held until May, 1895. In May, 1895, Mayor Strong appoint «d Mr. Roosevelt President of the Board of Police Commissioners of New York. In 1897 President McKlnley appoint ed Mr. Roosevelt Assistant Secretary of the Navy. He provided shot and PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT. Drawn for "Harper's Weekly" by T. V. Cbomln^ki. shell and enforced ceaseless practice and drill on the ships of the navy. From the time he entered the office he seemed to realize that war with Spain was inevitable, and he set himself to the task of getting the navy ready for that war. When war was declared Mr. Roose velt promptly determined to reach the front. He proposed to the President to raise a regiment of mounted men to be composed of men who knew how to ride and shoot. His offer was ac cepted. and at his suggestion. Dr. Leonard A. Wood, an army surgeon, »SBTS"Voi«riivAWWowaoT | '.vas appointed Colonel of the regi ment with Roosevelt as Lieutenant- Colonel. The Roosevelt Rough Rid -1 era was the result. He became Colonel on the promotion of Wood to be a Brigadier-General. When he returned with his regiment in August, 1898, the demand for his nomination as a Republican candidate for Governor was groat He was nominated on tile first ballot by a vote of more than two-thirds of the dele gates of the convention and was elect ed. When the Republican National Con vention Of 11*00 met in Philadetohla. the demand for the nomination of Governor Roosevelt for Vice-President was irresistible. Throughout his public career, whicb in a few short years has been crowd ed with more stirring events than usu ally fall to the lot of one man tn n lifetime, Mr. Roosevelt's chief and al most only boast with his friends has been that ho was first and always a family man. President Roosevelt is happily mar ried and his children not only love him, but mate him their playmate and companion whenever he is with them, which is every moment that his public duties will admit. He lives In a beautiful home Just outside Oyster Bay, L. 1., and his home life Is in every way ideal. In tills home lie has a splenditl library and many rare trophies of the hunt Mrs. Roosevelt, wife of the Presi dent, represents a high type of Amer ican womanhood. She was Miss Edith Kermit Carow and was horn in New York City, of a well-to-do family. As a girl she knew young Theodore Roosevelt. It lias been said that a boy and girl sentiment existed between them before he went to college; but soon after his graduation from Har vard he married Alice Leo, of Boston. Miss Carow went abroad to supple ment her education by a course of study and travel. When Roosevelt had lost Ills girl wife and was seeking solace in a Euro pean trip, he met Miss Carow. When he returned to America they began a correspondence. Their engagement followed and they were married in ISBG. Between Alice Roosevelt—the only child of the first marriage—and her father's second wife there has always been the warmest affection; and her MRS. THEODORE ROOSEVELT. husband's sisters have been Mrs. Roosevelt's most Intimate friends. Like her husband, Mrs. Roosevelt has a pronounced literary bent. She has nice brown eyes, and she wears her brown hair parted and carried back loosely from her temples. She dresses with a simplicity that is be coming. Mrs. Roosevelt will have the assist ance of a charming girl. Miss Alice Roosevelt, when she takes up her so cial duties at the White House. Miss Roosevelt is about eighteen years old. She has been bridesmaid at the wed ding of a Boston cousin, and on sever al other occasions has been seen in society, but she has not been intro duced formally. That probably will be a White House affair. President Roosevelt has two sisters who will be prominent in the new Ad ministration circle. The older one, Mrs. Cowles, lives in Washington. She Is the wife of Commander W. S. Cowles, of the American Navy. Mrs. Douglas Robinson, the othei sister of President Roosevelt, lives at No. 422 Madison avenue, tjfev* York City. Two Very Little People. Nineteen years old and nineteen Inches high. Such are the age and stature of Fatna, the famous East In dian dwarf. His weight is thirteen pounds. Smaun is his little sister. Sh« is one year younger and one pouno lighter. These creatures are veritable pigmies and quite different from som« dwarfs, in that their members are In proportion to their size. Fatna's head is about the size of an orange and his arms are the size of broouv sticks. In fact, he is a man in minia ture, with none of the talae propor tions of Infants. REMARKABLE SYSTEM OF IRRIGATION An Effective Method Long in Vogue in India. In India a simple yet effective meth od of irrigation has long been in vogue, but only recently has It attracted the attention of foreigners. The apparatus consists of a long, clumsily fashionedbalancing pole, which is fastened at the middle to the fork of a tree. At one end of this primitive balance, which is as stout as an ordinary beam, is fixed another long pole, the lower end of which Is sunk into a well and carries a large vessel made of baked clay. At the opposite end of this pole are two coolies, who are constantly in motion and thus form a living counter balance. One after another they walk with great strides over this narrow path way, passing with a mechanical yet a rhythmical and supple movement from one end of the pole to the other, and hardly touching a slender bamboo bal ustrade, which is within their reach and which is intended to serve as a guide. When they arrive at one end and are bowed down beneath the weight they know that at the other end the enormous vessel has been tilled with water and raised to th surface of the ground. Large notches cut in the trees serve as a ladder for the barefooted In dians, and render it easy for them to reach the tip of the pole 't the moment when, having arrived at the end of its course, it is almost vertical. While they are making this ascent with in comparable agility another man emp ties the water from the enormous ves sel into trenches by simply oscillating the vessel, after which the manoeuvre Is repeated. The work of the coolies is by no moans so onerous as it seems, for pains are always taken to have the pole balanced correctly and of the pro per weight, and In this way the task is much simplified. The weight of the coolies themselves Is also taken into account, and there are cogs by means of which the balancing pole can be lengthened or shortened, as may be desired. "This method of irrigation," says Dr. 11. Sieard, a traveler, "is not applica ble everywhere, since It is essential that the subsoil should be moist, and doubtless it is inferior to the methods employed In Europe. On the other hand, it has the advantage of being entirely appropriate to the economic and social conditions of India, for ma chinery there is scarce and expensive, ana man, though poorly paid, is still the most useful beast of burden."— New York Herald. Automatic Street Sweeper. Since asphalt has come to be the most generally used pavement in th • cities It is a common practice for gangs of men to be constantly at work with brooms, shovels and barrows keeping the pavements clean, but the labor is slow and the territory covered by one man comparatively small. To decrease the labor and Increase the amount of pavement to be cleaned by Dne man, Jesse M. Harr has designed the machine which we show in the accompanying picture. In operation the sweeper is pushed along by the man, the long brush revolving rapidly to push the dirt ahead. The bucket suspended in front of the brush is open at the rear, and stands still on the pavement just long enough for the brush to roll the dirt into it, when the rachet device on the large wheel pulls the bucket up on the rope and automatically dumps the contents into the large can. As soon as the dump ing is completed the bucket falls to the pavement again, the slotted guide- fil yW /M / ELEVAXOU AKD DUUP OX TJ.3J fAV£JIi;X3 CLEANEP.. bar serving to throw it or.t same ins tance iu front of the brush, where it rests until the brush reaches it unc pushes in the dirt again. Thus thf sweeper is always iu motion, and nc time is lost, except to empty the iarg; can when It becomes full. To Improvo Mcxlcau llor3cs. The Mexican Government is propar ing to take decided steps to imprevi the breed of horses in that country By a law which has just been passec President Diaz is empowered to entej iuto contracts with persons who wil establish horse-breeding farms. Married Life in London. A woman who took out a summon* against her husband yesterday for aa aault stated that she possessed tweu ty-elght hospital cards as souvenirs ol thetr matrimonial disputes.—London Globe. DR. TALMAGES SERMON SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: The Defeat of Oblivion—Though the Earth anil AH Thereon May Pas* Awav, Yet Every Soul Will Be lle wemberctl in Heaven. [Copyright, 19u1.] WASHINGTON, D. C. —In this discourse Dr. Talmage shown how any one can be widely and forever recollected and cheers despondent Christian workers; tests, Job xxiv, 20, "He shall 1M? no more remem bered." and Psalms cxii, 6, "The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance." Of oblivion and its defeats I speak to day. There is an old monster that swal lows down everything. It crunches indi viduals. families, communities, States, na tions, continents, hemispheres, worlds. Its diet is made up of years, of centuries, of aces, of cycles, of millenninms, of eons. That monster is called by Noah Webster and all the other dictionaries "Oblivion." It is a steep down which everything rolls. It is a conflagration in which everything is consumed. It is a dirge whi"h all or chestras play and a period at which everything stops. It is the cemetery of the human race. It is the domain of for getfulness. Oblivion! At times it throws a shadow over all of us, and I would not pronounce it to-day if I did not come armed in the strength of the eternal God on your behalf to attack it, to rout it, to demolish it. Why, just look at the way the families of the earth disappear. For awhile thev are together, inseparable and to each other indispensable, and then they part, some by marriage going to establish other homes, and some leave this life, and a cen tury is long enough to plant a family, de velop it, prosper it and obliterate it. So the generations vanish. Walk up Penn sylvania avenue, Washington; Broadway, New York; State street, Boston; Chest nut street, Philadelphia; the Strand. Lon don: Princess street. Edinburgh; Champa Elysees, Paris; Unter den Linden, Berlin, and you will meet in this year 1901 not one person who walked there in the year What engulfment. All the ordi -jfforts at perpetuation are dead fail ures. Walter Scott's Old Mortality may go round with his chisel to recut the faded epitaphs on tombstones, hut Old Oblivions has a quicker chisel, with which he can cut out a thousand epitaphs while Old Mortality is cutting in one epitaph. Call the roll of the armies of Baldwin I. or of Charles Martel or of Marlborough or of Mithridate.s or of Prince Frederick or of Cortes, and not one answer will you hear. Stand them in line and call the roll of the 1,000,001) men in the army of Thebes. Not one answer. Stand them in line, the 1,750,000 infantry and the 200,000 cavalry .of the Assyrian army under Ninus, anil call the roll. Not one answer. Stand in line the 1.000,000 men of Seeostris, the 1.200,000 men of Artaxerxes at Cunaxa, the 2.641,000 men under Xerxes at Ther mopylae and call the long roll. Not one answer. At the opening of our Civil War the men of the Northern and Southern armies were told that if they fell in battle their names would never be forgotten by their country. Out of the million men who fell in battle or died in military hos pitals you cannot call the names of a thousand, nor the names of 500, nor the names of 100, nor the names ot fiftv. Oblivion! The world itself will roll into it as easily as a schoolboy's robber ball rolls down a hill, am! when our world goes it is so interlocked by the law of gravitation with other worlds that they will go, too, and eo far from having our memory perpetuated by a monument of Aberdeen granite in this world there is no world in sight of our strongest tele scope that will lie a sure pediment for any slab of commemoration of the fact that we ever lived or died at all. Our earth is struck with death. The axc'.tree of the constellations will break and let down the populations of other worlds. Stellar, lunar, solar mortality. Oblivion! It can swallow and will swallow whole galaxies of worlds as easily as a crocodile takes down a frog. Vet oblivion does not remove cur swal low anything that had better not be re moved or swallowed. The old monster is welcome to his meal. This world would long ago have been overcrowded if not for the merciful removal of nations and generations. What if all the books had lived that were ever written and printed and published ? The libraries wotdd by their immensity have obstructed intelli gence and luHde all research impossible. What if all the people that had l>eeu l>ora were still alive? We would have l>eon elbowed by our ancestors of ten cen turies ago, and people who ought to have said their last word 3000 years ago would snarl at us, saying, "What are you doing here?" There would have been no room to turn around. Some of the past gener ations of mankind are not worth remem bering. The first useful thing tlist many jieople did was to die; their cradle a mid fortune and their grave a boon. In all the Pantlieon the weakest god dess is Clio, the goddess of history, and instead of being represented by sculptors as holding a scroll might better 1>« repre sented as limping on crutches. Faithful history is the saving ot a few things out of more things lost. The immortality that comes from [wrap of obsequies or granite shaft or building named after its founder or page of recognition in some en cyclopedia l's an immortality unworthy of one's ambition, for it will cease and is no immortality at all. Oblivion! A hundred years. But while I recognize this universal submergence of things earthly, who wants to be forgotten? Not one of us. Absent for a few weeks or months from home it cheers us to know that we are remembered there. It is a phrase we have all pronounced, "I hope you missed me." Meeting some friends from whom we have been partod many years we inquire, "Bid you ever see me be fore?" And they say, "Yes," and call us by name, and we feels a delightful sensa tion thrilling through their hand into our hand and running up from elbow to shoulder and then parting, the one cur rent of delight ascending to the brow and the other descending to the foot, moving round and round in concentric circles un til every nerve and muscle and capacity of body ajid r.iind and soul is permeated with delight. Now, I liiivo to tell you that this obli vion of which I have spoken has its de-, feats, and there is no more reason why we should not l<e distinctly and vividly and gloriously remembered tive hundred mill ion billion trillion quadrillion quintillion years from now than that we should be remembered six weeks. I am going to tell you how the thing can be done and will Le done. We may build this "everlasting remem brance," as my test styles it, into the su pernal existence of tluise to whom we dn kindnesses in this world. You must re member that this infirm and treacherous faculty which we now call memory is in the fut;;re state to be complete and per fect. "Everlasting remembrance!" Noth ing will slip the stout grip of that celes tial faculty. Did you help a widow pay her rent? Did you find for that man released from prison a place to £et honest work? Did you pick un a child, fallen on the curb stone. and r>y a stick of candy putin his hand stop the hurt on his scratched kne«'.' Did you assure a business man, swamped by the stringency of the money market, that time* wouUl after awhile be better? Did you leivd a Magdalen of the street into a midnight mission, where the Lord said to her: 'Neither do I condemn thee. Go and gin no more!" Did you tell a man. clear discouraged in his waywardness and bopptesa and plotting suicide, that for him was nearby a laver, in which lie might wash and a coronet of eternal bless edness he might wear? What are epitaphs in graveyards, what are eulogiums in presence of those whosf breath is in their nostrils, what are unread biographies in the alcoves of a city library, compared with the imperishable records you have made in the illumined memories of those to whom you did such kindnesses? Forget them? They cannot forget them, Notwithstanding all their might and splen dor. there are some things the glorified of heaven cannot do, and this is one of them. They cannot forget an earthly kindness done. They have not cutlass to part that uible. They have no strength to hurl into oblivion that benefaction, lias Paul for gotten the inhabitants of Malta, who ex tended the island hosuitalitv when he and others with him had felt, added to a ship wreck, the drenching rain and the sharp cold? Has the victim of the highwayman on the road to .lericho foriol ten the good Samaritan with a medicament of oil and wine and a free ride to the hostelry? Have the Knglish soldiers who went up to God from the Crimean battlefields forgotten Florence Nightingale? It is not half as well on earth known that Christopher Wren planned and built St. Paul's as it will be known in all heaven that you were the instrumentality of building a temple for the sky. We teach a Sabbath class, or put a Christian tract in the hand of a passer-by, or testify for Christ in a prayer meeting, or preach a ncrmon and go home discouraged, as though nothing had been accomplished, when we had been character building with a material that no frost or earthquake or rolling of the centuries can damage or bring down. Another defeat of Oblivion will be found in the character of those whom we rescue, uplift or save. Character is eter nal. Suppose by a right influence we aid in transforming a bad man into a good man. a dolorous man into a happy man, a. disheartened man into a courageous man, every stroke of that work done will be im mortalized. There may never be so much aa one line in a newspaper regarding it or no mortal tongue may ever whisper it into human ear, but wherever that so'il shall go your work upon it eh all go, wherever that soul rises your work on it will rise, and so long as that soul will last your work on it will last. Do you suppose there will ever come such an idiotic lanse in the history of that soul in heaven that it sh»U forget that you invited him to Christ; that vou, by prayer or gospel work, turned him round from the wrong war to the right way? No such insanity will ever smite a heavenly citizen. Oh, this character building! The struc ture lasting independent of passing cen turies, independent of crumbling mauso leums, independent of the whole planetary system. Aye, if the material universe, which seems all bound together like one piece of machinery, should some day meet with an accident that should send worlds crashing into each other like telescoped railway trains, and all the wheels of con stellations and galaxies should stop, and down into one chasm of immersitv all the suns and moons and stars should tumble like the midnight express at Ashtabula, that would not touch us and would not hurt God, for God is a spirit, and charac ter and memory are immortal, and over that grave of a wrecked materia! universe might truthfully be written, "The righte ous shall be held in everlasting remem brance." O time, we defy thee! 0 death, we stamp thee in the dust of thine own sepulchers! 0 eternitv, rollon till the last star has stoiped rotating and the last sun is extinguished on the sapphire pathway, and the last moon has illumined the last night, and as many years have passed aft all the scribes that ever took pen could describe by as many figures as they could write in all the centuries of all tim/e, but thou shalt have 110 power to efface from any soul in glory the memory of anything we have done to bring it to God and heaven! There is [mother and a more complete defeat for oblivion, and that is in the heart of God Himself. You have seen a tailor roll UTt his sleeve and show you his arm tattooed with the figure of a favorite ship, perhaps the first one in which he ever sailed. You have seen a soldier roll up his sleeve and show his arm tattooed with the figure of a fortress where he was garrisoned or the face of a great general under whom he fought. You have seen many a hand tattooed with the face of a loved one before or after marriage. This custom of tattooing is almost as old as the world. It is some colored liquid punc tured into the flesh so indelibly that noth ing can wash it out. It may have been there fifty years, but when the man goes into his coffin that picture will go with him on hand or arm. Now, God says that He has tattooed us upon His hands. There can be no other meaning in the forty-ninth chapter of Isaiah, where God says, "Be hold. I have graven thee on the palms of Mv hands." It was as much as to snv, "I cannot open My hand to help but I think of you. I cannot spread abroad My hands to blees but I think of you. Wher ever I go ur> or down the heavens I take these two pictures of you with Me. They are so inwrought into My being that 1 cannot lose them. As lonsr as My hands last the memory of you will hist. Not on the back of My hands, as though to an nounce you to others, v but on the palms of My hands for Myself to look at and studv and love. Though I hold the winds in My fist, no cyclone shall uproot the in scription of your name and your face, and though I hold the ocean in the hollow of My hand its billowing shall not wash out the record of My remembrance. 'Behold, I have graven thee on the palms of My hands.' " What joy, what honor, can there be comparable to that of being remembered by the mightiest and most affectionate being in the universe? Think of it—to hold an everlasting place in the heart of God! The heart of God! The most beau tiful palace in the universe. Let the arch angel build some palace as grand as that if he can. Let him crumble up all the stars of yesternight and to-morrow night and nut them together as mosaics for such a palace floor. Let him take all the sun rises and sunsets of all the days and the auroras of all the nights and hang them as upholstery at its windows. Let him take all the rivers and all the lakes and all the oceans and toss them into the foun tains of this palace court. Oh, where is oblivion now? From the dark and overshadowing word that it seemed when I began it has become some thing which no man or woman or child who loves the Lord need ever fear. Ob livion defeated. Oblivion dead. Oblivion sepulehered. But I must not be so hard on that devouring monster, for into its grave go all our sins when the Lord for Christ's sake has forgiven them. .Tust blow a resurrection trumjiet over them when once oblivion has snapped them down. Not one of them rise#. Blow again. Not a stir amid all tjie pardoned iniquities of a lifetime. Blow again! Not or.e of them moves in the deep grave trenches. But to this powerless resurrec tion trumpet a voice responds half hu man, half divine, and it must be part man and part God, saying, "Their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more." Thank God for this blessed oblivion. So you see I did not invite you down into a cellar, but up on a throne; not into the graveyard, to which all materialism is des tined, but into a garden all abloom with everlasting remembrance. The frown of my first text has become the kiss of the second test. Annihilation lias become coronation. The wringing hands of a great a«ony have become the clapping hands of a great joy. The requiem with which we began has become the grand march with which we close. The tear of sadness that rolled down our cheek has struck the lip on which sits the laughter of eternal triumph.
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