I WOULD NOT LOSE THAT ROMANCE WILD.
By John Groeiileaf Whittler.
I would not lose that romance wild.
That high and gifted feeling—
The power that made me fancy's
child,
The Clime of song revealing,
For all the power, for all the gold,
That slaves to pride and avarice hold.
I know that there are those who
deem
But lightly of the lyre;—
Who ne'er have felt one blissful beam
Of song-enkindled fire
Steal o'er their spirits, a9 the light
Of morning o'er the face of nignt
Yet there's a mystery in song—
A halo 'rouna the way
Of him who seeks the muses' throng—
An intellectual ray,
A source of pure, unfading joy—
A dream that earth can ne'er de
stroy.
And tho the critic's scornful eye
Condemn his faltering lay,
And tho with heartless apathy
The cold world turn away—
And envy strive with secret aim
To blast and dim his rising fame;
Yet come, my lyre! some hearts may beat
Responsive to thy lay;
The tide of sympathy may meet
Thy master's lonely way;
And kindred souls, from envy free,
May listen to its minstrelsy.
Haverhill, Eighth Month, 1827. —From the New York Independent.
| i; The MYSTERY OF I
I i; THE BRIDAL STATEROOM. \ ۤp
' v By Edward Dobson. S ' " ' '
THE Man of Reminiscences,
seated In a comfortable re
clining chair, was burled In
thought. I had just dropped
In for a brief visit, and his action was
not meant to be disrespectful to me. 1
was aware of the peculiarities of my
friend's character, and knew that he
had unconsciously fallen Into a brown
study. But it was for a few moments
only. Suddenly arousing himself ns
though he had then discovered my
presence in the room, he remarked In
a quiet drawl:
"Did I ever tell you of a weird ex
perience which befell me while cross
ing the Gulf?"
I replied that I had not had the pleas
ure of hearing his story, and assured
him that I was waiting for him to
open up. As I have intimated, my
friend had some peculiarities which
would give a stranger the impression
that he was "queer." But those who
had his friendship knew that no saner
being lived and no more loyal friend
ever walked the earth. So, before be
ginning the narrative, he turned down
the lamp until the room was clothed
In a funereal gloom, at the same time
remarking, "Darkness makes the best
accompaniment of what I am about
to relate.'
"Some years ago," he said, when ho
had resumed his seat, "I had occasion
to make a trip from New York to
Galveston, Texas, byway of the Gulf
of Mexico. My object was partly
business and partly pleasure. I sailed
on one of the steamers of a lino which
plies regularly between the two ports.
For some reason X was given what
was called the bridal stateroom, which
contained a fine wide berth, a mirror,
a writing desk in one corner, a chair
and hooks for hanging clothes on. It
was nicely decorated and had every
appearance of what I call luxurious
comfort. I congratulated myself upon
my quarters, but, ns you shall see, I
was premature with my congratula
tions.
"Tbo weather was delightfully fair
until we were near the Gulf, and
nothing unusual had occurred. Then
the Captain noticed disquieting signs
upon the horizon which warned him
that a severe storm was approaching.
The sea began to roll heavily, while
the ship lurched In a manner that was
Butlicieut to give seasickness to even
the most veteran sailor. When dark
ness enveloped the sea and all thereon
a fierce Gulf storm had developed,
with every indication that it would
continue through the night.
"While the raging of the elements
beggared description, the sight being
one that awed me and which I never
expect to witness again, we had no
fear, as the steamer was staunch
throughout. Her engines were new
and powerful, and her skipper was
long versed in the moods of the water
on which we were sailing. But the
6torm grew into a gale. The wind'
blew with hurricane force, a perfect
Sheet of rain fell for hours, while the
huge waves swept the decks with ever-
Increasing violence. I believe I was
the only person aboard that revelled
in this grand outburst of natural
forces, and so much did I enjoy the
unusual experience that I did not turn
In until nearly midnight.
"During the night, how soon after
I had fallen asleep X do not know, I
awoke. An uncanny feeling took pos
session of me, while my attention was
rivettcd to the bottom of the berth
where a transparent light seemed to
glow. Gradually the bust, clad in
some light drapery, and face of one of
the most beautiful women I have seen
emerged with a startling distinctness?
I studied the apparition for a few
minutes, and when my brain was able
to work I reasoned that whatever it
was It could not harm me. (You know
I do not believe in ghosts or in any
thing suggestive of the supernatural.)
I therefore rose in my berth and
reached toward the foot as if to touch
the form, but it suddenly disappeared
and left the stateroom in utter dark
ness. I thought that X would see it no
more and again attempted to sleep.
"I must have been dozing for a half
hour when I heard three slow, sharp
raps underneath me. I was immedi
ately all awake, and I noticed that the
transparent light was reappearing at
the foot of my berth. The same beau
tiful face confronted my gaze. A
calm look pervaded the features; in
fact, the calm seemed to be that of
Yet fresh amid the blast that brings
Such poison on its breath,
Above the wreck of meaner things.
His lyre's unfading wreath
Shall bloom when those who scorned his
lay
With name and power hove passed away.
Come then, my lyre, altho there bo
No witchery in thy tone;
And tho the lofty harmony
Which other bards have known,
la not, and cannot e'er be mine,
To touch with power those chords of
thine —
Yet thou canst tell in humble strain,
The feelings of a heart,
Which tho not proud, would still disdain
To bear a meaner part
Than that of bending at the shrino
Where their bright wreaths the muses
twine.
Thou canst not give me wealth or fame;
Thou hast no power to shed
The halo of a deathless name
Around my last cold bed;
To other cords than thine belong
The breathings of immortal song.
death. Nothing more than the bust
form appeared, und it apparently rest
ed on the wooden end of the berth.
While I was surveying the scene, im
agining all kinds of plausible and im
possible explanations for it, the three
raps which I had previously heard
were repeated. Then the transparent
figure gradually disappeared, followed
hy another three raps, the sound of
which always coming from underneath
me.
"Well, I had become decidedly In
terested in the nocturnal disturbances,
as I had given UJJ all hope of any
sleep that night. The gale had In
creased In intensity, and the plunging
of the ship gave me any but pleasant
sensations. I got up, groped around
for a match, und struck a light. I
examined everything In the room, tried
the door, which I found to be securely
locked, looked under the berth anil
found nothing, ns only a foot space In
tervened between its bottom and the
floor; investigated all around the foot
of the berth, and there everything was
as serene as when I retired. I gave
up in despair of finding any clue to the
mysterious occurrences, blew out the
light, and then once more tried to sleep.
The apparition, nccompauled by the
three knocks, appeared several times,
and it was with a feeling of thankful
ness that I welcomed the dawning of
another day, ns I was then able to
secure several hours of refreshing
slumber before I got up.
"When I got on deck the gale wns
pretty well spent, but a heavy sea was
still running. The ship's rudder had
been broken, however, which wns the
extent of the injury which the vessel
had sustained. However, some tem
porary arrangement was effected,
which permitted the ship to proceed
slowly. After breakfast, as wo were
near port, I went into my stateroom to
write a few letters to my folks which
I wanted to post upon landing. While
writing the three knocks again sound
ed, and kept repeating for about five
minutes. An examination revealed
nothing, and I called the Captain, a
bluff, genial, stout old gentleman, into
the room, but the knocks, in order to
be provoking, would not perform for
him. I told him my night's experi
ences, however, and a quiet smile il
luminated his features when X had
concluded. I then suspected that he
was not Ignorant upon the matter,
and, after a further talk, I persuaded
him to let me into the secret of the
stateroom.
" 'Well, let me see; what was the
date of yesterday?' ho said reflectively.
"I Informed him.
" 'Ah, that apparition was due to
appear last night.'
" 'Duo?' I exclaimed. 'Does It fre
quently perforin for the amusement
of those who occupy this berth?'
" 'Only once a year. You see, about
ton years ago a young couple who had
just married, sailed on-this ship for
a wedding trip In the South. I was
then the Captain, and I interested my
self In the newly-wedded pair, as I
love romance. (You wouldn't believe
it, sir, to look at ine, but romance is
the soul of my existence.) The couple
npponred to bo Ideal lovers, and they
also came to be the life of the ship
while they were aboard.
" 'Well, just as wo were a day's dis
tance from the port of destination he,
tile bridegroom, began to act queerly,
but I did not think Ills actions were of
much Importance. They retired as
usual, after a particularly merry even
ing, but he previously distributed some
money among the crow, who had done
many little things for the pair which
were not in their line of duty. About
midnight, while I was reading in m.v
cabin, a woman's piercing scream came
from the bridal couple's stateroom, a
pistol shot then followed. I rushed
upon deck just In time to see the bride
groom throw his bride's body over
board, and himself following It into
the sea. Well, the night was intensely
dark, so, while I stopped the ship and
lowered a boat, I could find no trace
of either of them, and I proceeded on
my way. Their cabin presented no un
usunl appearance, save for a small pool
of blood which was upon the floor.
The revolver could not be found, and
It must have accompanied the mur
derer to his watery grave. Of course
the tragedy, unexplainable as it
seemed, created a ""Vnsation through
out the ship, and a still greater sen
-1 satiou when we reached port und re
ported It to the authorities. It then
transpired that the couple hnd wealthy
connection* In an Eastern State. But
the extraordinary fact was also
learned that about six months previous
the father of the bridegroom became
suddenly Insane and shot his wife. Ho
then carried her body to a nearby lake
and Jumped with It Into the water.
The two bodies, with his arms en
twined around her form, were found
on the following day, and a coroner's
Jury returned the verdict of murder
and suicide committed by the husband
wiillo In a sudden Insane frenzy, When
; the coroner's Jury, who considered the
case of the bridal couple, henrd all
the evidence, they returned a similar
verdict. On the anniversary of the
tragedy the transparent form of the
bride's bust and head appears, accom
panied by the three knocks. Yester
day completed the tenth year since the
occurrence of the tragedy.
" 'As for the three knocks. Well, I
remember a peculiar Incident which
happened at supper on the fatal night.
While we were ongnged In general con
versation three distinct knocks, as If
made on the underside of the table,
startled us nil. Inquiry proved that
no one present had knocked, not even
In a Joking spirit But the bride
groom's face blanched plainly, and I
was the only one who noticed It. At
the Inquest It was learned that ser
vants of the parents had heard three
knocks, precisely the same as we heard
at the supper table, and you heard last
night. The servant who was with tile
old couple at the time, said that the
father's face turned deadly pale. That
night he sent his wife and himself out
of the world. What a coincidence,
you may say. Aye, It's a mystery that
I don't protend to understand. I leave
such things to people cleverer than I
can ever be. Well, I have told you the
strange story of this stateroom. I
guess, I hear the mate calling for
mo.'
"With that last remark he left me
to ponder over what I had heard. I
knew that that apparition appeared be
cause I saw It It left an Impression
upon my mind that will never be ef
faced. I don't attempt to explain It
strong disbeliever In the supernatural
that I am. There exist phenomena
that baffle all Investigation, that defy
the brightest minds to offer a solution,
that seem to be not a part of, and yet
must be, it cannot apparently bo other
wise, a part of the natural. We are
groping in the dark. Perhaps, some
day we shall see the light and we shall
be surprised at the simplicity of the
solution. All the workings of nature
are simple when wo understand them.
It Is our ignorance that mystifies us."
I glanced at my wnteh. I still had
time to keep an appointment. So bid
ding my friend good night, I left him
to the companionship of his reminis
cences.
••On the Sltle of the Aiirclb."
Commenting on Mr. Carnegie's sug
gestion that public libraries should
be used for purposes of dramatic art.
Sir Henry Irving says: "We who have
given our lives to the cause of the ad
vancement of our various arts may
well hear with gladness this great
voice coming to us from the humming
world of commerce, from the roaring
of mighty furnaces and the thunder
of ceaseless hammering of steel on
steel. Even to the successful mer
chants, the prosperous manufacturers,
the giants of the world of material In
dustry, success In this world is not
enough. There Is something wanting
to make money of the value which It
seemed when the purse and the heart
were light, and when hope, however
great, could only throw its enlighten
ing and invigorating beams along one
path of life. The graces and the
eliarms and the sweetness of life have
their own share In making worthy the
heights at which ambition may rise.
This conspicuous example Is one which
must be doubly dear to you as Scotch
men as well as artists, and I am glad
that we may hope to have henceforth
'on the side of the nngels' so powerful
as well as so willing a helper."
The Old est American Tribe.
ATO the Mayas, a tribe In Southern
Mexico, about which little has ever
been known, Asiatic in origin, and was
there a tribe of civilized people in that
country earlier and more obscure than
the Aztecs?
Professor Frederick Starr of the Uni
versity of Chicago has just returned
from an investigation into these prob
lems, and it may bo that his research
work of the last four months In Mex
ico will result in an affirmative answer
to these important questions.
A purple spot on the back of each
ha by born into the Maya tribe, Profes
sor Starr declares, is the connecting
link between the Mayas and the Mon
golian families. He has discovered
that the Mayas are the only tribe
among which new born infants bear a
purple spot in the middle of the back.
The spot disappears about four
months after birth. The same phe
nomenon appears among Mongolian
families, and this similarity may prove
that the Mayas are in origin Asiatic.—
New York Times.
Unlit Ilcr Kent on War Ship.
A rnther curious gift has been pre
sented by Staff Surgeou Beadwell, of
the Royal Navy, to the Royal United
Institution at Whitehall. It Is a cor
morant's nest, containing five eggs,
which was discovered In the lookout
on the foremast of 11. M. S. Sybille,
which was wrecked some time ago In
Lambert's Bay, on the southwest coast
of Africa.
The nest Is composed of senweed,
somewhat roughly put together, and
bound with stout pieces of wire rig
ging, on which the cormorant must
have expended very great strength,
for they had been wrenched off the
submerged ship nnd broken into proper
lengths on purpose to hold the nest
together.—New. York Herald.
BABY'S FIRST WORD.
A Child'* Efforts to Make Itself Under*
stood.
The most interesting period In a
child's life Is that in which It makes
Its first efforts at understanding and
being understood. A child produces
sounds only for the first few months,
but these sounds are very expressive.
If ono is an attentive and sympathe
tic hearer, and arise from the many
changing feelings of suffering or
pleasure. Ihe scream of a child In
pain Is altogether different from the
roar of anger, and both are unlike the
fretful cry of hunger. A little later
the small being begins to practice on
the vocal organs a rehearsal of the
sounds which in time will become lan
guage.
In this baby twittering the vowel
sounds come first, nnd modifications
of the "a" are continuously strung
together, often in odd ways; later the
child apparently becomes conscious
of nmusement In making these noises
nnd then babbles, because to do so af
fords him pleasure. An unusually
loud shout will be followed by a pause
of admiration, and tbere will be plain
efforts to renew special sound effects
as be grows older.
Tlie first Jir'iculato sound made by a
baby is usually the syllable "ma," as
every on knows, and the result is that
In almost every language this syllable
is part of the word meaning "mother,"
as mndlo In Italian, mater in Latin.
A baby will exert his lungs to the ut
termost extent in order to obtain his
end when in earnest need of attention.
The parting of the lips and opening of
the mouth to Its widest naturally pro
duce the sound "ma," and, as his Ma
jesty's desires are usually attended to
by the mother, the syllable comes to
oe undestood ns her appellation.
llow many aeons have passed since
first tills word was first used none can
know; but there can be little doubt
that it was one of the very eallest in
primeval language.—Philadelphia Pub
lic Ledger.
Killed the Wliolo Covey.
To kill six quail, the total number In
the covey, at one rise, with a thirty-
Inch double barrelled shotgun, is a per
formance that for this part of the
country is likely to stand as a record
for gome time to come. It was done in
the presence of two witnesses the other
day by It. M. Taylor, of Amelia Coun
ty, Virginia.
With two friends and three pointers,
one of them an Inexperienced puppy,
Taylor had been hunting quail since
daybreak, and it was not until after
sundown and with only two shells left
In the outfit that the remarkable shot
was made. The men were returning
to the village with their game bags
comfortably well filled when one of the
older dogs stood a flock of birds that
had coveyed for the night in a small
slump of dense pine senilis standing
on a slight eminence in the middle of a
big field of broom grass.
As Tnylor had tlie two remaining
shells the chance fell to him, and he
hnd approached to within thirty yards
of the outer edge of the pines wheD
the puppy broke his stand, nnd, run
ning over his field partner's point,
flushed the birds. The eovey came up
out of the little clump In a compact
ball like a toy balloon
There was no opportunity to pick a
bird, and Taylor fired his right barrel
point blank Into the mass. Every quail
but one fell, and tills one was grassed
at a distance of fifty yards with the
left barrel. The entire family was an
nihilated In less than two seconds.
The shells were loaded with three
drams of dense powder and an ounce
nnd a quarter of No. 8 shot. The right
barrel of the gun was a plain cylinder
nnd the loft full choke.—New York
Sun.
Ho Would Tnko Umbrellas.
When Verlaine, the author died, ho
left his friend Bibllnpuree, as a legacy
to those who hud cared for him. Bibl
was an Inoffensive fellow, and there
was a tradition that he had worked,
but the man was not then alive who
had seen him with a pen In his hand,
yet Bibl was looked after for the dead
poet's sake. Painters, sculptors and
Journalists gave him house room, In
turn, fed him and clothed him, nnd Bibl
was grateful. But one little vice of his
was incurable; be invariably walked
off with his host's umbrella. This bad
linbit at last produced a coldness, and
his friends dropped off nnd Bibi expe
rienced the cold shoulder of neglect.
One day he was discovered almost
starving In an empty house nnd Ver
laine's friends reproached themselves
for the unklndness to the poor old man.
A subscription was raised for his ben
efit, and the money handed to him at a
banquet at which the twenty-seven
subscribers were present. Blbl's health
was drunk often and he rose to reply,
but emotion so overcame him that he
sought permission to retire, and In his
retirement he was accompanied by
twenty-seven umbrellas.
Puritan Pies.
When the young girl could prepare
the crust of a pumpkin pie of such a
consistency that it would be tender and
flaky, just thick enough to hold the
semi-fluid mass and fluted evenly so as
to present an attractive appearance,
she was held to have begun to be n
skilled cook, writes Ellen 11. Richards
in Good Housekeeping. This "crink
ling" of the pie crust was a very im
portant point. The esthetic Instinct so
sternly repressed by the common creed
found a certain satisfaction In the
cookery of the dames, once they were
released from the harder pioneer work,
so that the Innate love of ornament
came out on these various pies. Those
made of cranberry were decorated
with slender strips of crust forming
various geometric figures. Children
expected to find birds' nests with the
watching bird on their special Indivi
dual mince pies which they curried
1 home from grandmother's.
Old Maids and Climate.
By Lilian Bell.
N unmarried woman, of course, is always a disappointment to
I herself, but the way she takes It Is the difference between old
1 maids and bachelor girls.
ffl TT The unenlightened frequently make the mistake of thinking
m that lack of opportunity Is responsible for the existence of
I single women, but I lay most of it to climate. The New Eng
-1 M land climate Is nqt conducive to matrimony or even love-muk- -
lug. And even after the crucial moment has passed and the
single woman has drifted from girlhood to spinsterhood, a cold
climate, raw winds, chill rains, and snow tend to Increase the loneliness of it.
There may be old maids In the South, but I never heard of their being
called by that name. I have known some single women, schoolteachers, any
where from seventeen to fifty, and 6ome of their grown boy pupils were eter
nally and perennially in love with them. A single woman who has made up
hor mind not to marry has a hard time to keep her resolution In the South, for
she Is always assailed to break It. The very climate breathes love. Ah, there
It Is! As I said, old maids arc surely a matter of climate.—Harper's Bazar.
The Place of
the Feeble Minded
By Dr. Louise Fiske Bryson. •
XE of the problems of the twentieth century Is to find out the
place of the feebleminded.' That they should ho educated is the
opinion of those fitted to judge In the matter. While it is 1m-
Bi ■ possible to eradicate a weakness which is theirs by heredity,
nearly all sub-normal children can be educated to a surprising
_____ degree, and their usefulness and happiness Increased to a won
derful extent. One has only to visit an institution where they
are tTalucd rationally to realize this fact. The feebleminded
claim, therefore, the same prlvelege that belongs to every child
in this republic, which is cheerfully grunted to other defectives.
No one challenges the right of the blind to an education which will fit them
for a sphere of usefulness. Justice demands the same care and consideration
for mentally deficient children, equally helpless and equally blameless for
their misfortune.
All there Is of power, all there Is of religion, of statecraft, science must
Inevitably take part sooner or later In the Immediate care and training of the
sub-normal child. Cheering Is the thought that the future holds forth highest
hope concerning tlio redemption of the "least of these." Even now the spirit
of religion is beginning to be harnessed to the work of the world, and tasks
hitherto disregarded acquire dignity and moment.
Instil a Sentiment
For Bird Protection
By Casper Whitney.
SHAVE said that. In sections where the birds have been de
stroyed, the loss to agriculture lias increased. It is estimated
on absolutely reliable authority that a loss of $400,000,000
is sustained annually bv cultivators of the soil in North
America through Insect ravages. Therefore, the question be
comes, not is It deslrn-blo to protect the birds, but how effec
tually they may he protected.
In this, as In all other similar efforts, the most difficult
obstacle in tlie way Is lack of popular sympathy. And this
Is withheld, I feel sure, more through ignorance than through viciousness; that
Is why these educational campaigns, such as the one started by the Southern
Pacific Company, through Professor Attwater, are of such value, for they point
out to the average man and woman just what bird protection signifies, not
from a sentimental, but from the common-sense view of protecting material
Interests.
The place to begin education on tills subject Is in the homes nnd tho
schools. If parents will tnke the trouble to explain to tlielr boys just howv
valuable these little birds are to the prosperity of the country, there will bg*
a tremendous and Important cessation of the killing that now goes on in the
purlieus of every country town and village.
The smnll boy with 1118 new gun is among the most persistent destroyers
of small birds; and, of course, the boy has no conception of what he is doing.
A course of home and school instruction on bird protection is fundamental,
and means a development of sentiment which will require no legal restraint
to prevent killing our birds of song nnd birds of plumage.
The most Implacable enemy of bird protection is the milliner's agent.
Women throughout the land grow maudlin over all kinds of charities, and
funds for the benefit of the foreign unenlightened nnd unclothed; they weep
fully discuss tabble's demise, unlionored and unsung, through too persistent
back fence exploration; but they continue to encourage the most pernicious
trade on earth, by wearing on their hats the remains of our birds of song and
of plumage which the milliner's agents hnve slaughtered.
Mr. William T. Hornaday, who is an authority on the subject and a devoted
laborer In Its cause, says, "that milliners' hunters have practically exter
minated birds known as plume birds, in this country, and have stripped our
Atlantic Coast, tho whole of Florida and the Gulf Coasts of egrets, terns and
hundreds of thousands of other birds acceptable to milliners for hat trimmings.
The hunters are now at work along the coasts of Mexico, Central America,
Ixjwer California and even at the head of tho waters of tho Orinoco and Ama
zon Rivers."
The Audubon Society and sportsmen have done and are doing great work,
In making laws to check the progress of the milliners' butcher; yet, while great <
good has resulted, the root of the evil never can be reached until women
themselves respond to the decent sentiment spreading over the country, and
decline to buy headgear which is ornamented with bird plumage.—Outing.
15e Charity of Millionaires.
By John A. Hobson.
®HEN years ago Carnegie preached his gospel of wealth—that
It was his duty to regard It as a trust to be administered for
public good—he caused us to think. The poor heard this
gospel gladly; stranger still, even some of tho rich. Society
not merely commends the gifts of the rich; it applauds them.
In what way can the wants of the great mass of the people
be so well supplied?
Is there no loss of Independence In this? I challenge
any one to deny that these methods of getting money lor
public purposes do not awake In the receiver at any rate that sentiment of
patronage which Is the mortal enemy of independence in an individual or in a
city. I was brought up in a town which depended for its best public improve
ments upon a rich brewer—Michael Thomas Bass—a generous, kind-hearted,
open-handed man, without personal pride or a perceptible feeling of patrom
age, but I know well tho slavish reaction of the civic mind, the reluctance
the municipal authorities to put their hands into the public purse even for
the most wholesome objects, the calculating schemes to extract new benefits
In the way of parks, schools, or hospitals from the great benefactor. Those
who know such men as Mr. Carnegie, l'arsmore Edwards, and others cannot
doubt the honesty of their motives, but such personal regard must not divert
us from the greater question: Is society to be saved by millionaires?
The first danger associated with the millionaires' charity Is, I think, that
It operates to deter scrutiny into tho origins of great wealth. The good, easy,
popular assumption is that a man has made his money. Most millionaires are
men who have more than the usunl business capacity. They may even have
rendered the public some service in acquiring their millions, but the measure
of public service they render Is not always equal to the Injury they do to
society. It Is not ahvnys easy to trace the origins of great wealth. It Is some
times accomplished by the Increment of land values, by combinations to
secure control of tho market—limit the output; by rebates nnd discriminations,
tariff manipulations, lobbying to that end; by speculative coups, etc.
Those engaged in private charities know the dangers of promiscuous giv
ing. What about the public? Has It no character to lose? Does not charity
buy off Justice? Great munificence appeals to the soft-hearted. Tho question
Is this; What can the millionaire best serve by his gifts? Some say, let the,,
millionaire supply needs which lie in advnnce of public opinion—works which
the public purse cannot buy. These might perhaps Include the alleviation of
physical suffering.
Without proper discrimination the charity of millionaires Is proving dan
gerous. What is most needed for social enlightenment is a flood of free
daylight upon the arts of human knowledge related to the most vital issues of
reform. Is the millionaire likely to supply them in his gifts toward higher
I education? Will he employ his millions In cutting down the branch upon
which he sits? It Is not the dead hand, but living Interest*, that should ujield
' the education for the masses. Let us remember that charity is not justice*