Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-05-28

ThTObs i'll your veins, and thrObs in mine,
But the to heaven is growing clear,
And the gates of the city fairer shine,
And the day that our latest treasures flee
Wide they will open for you and me.
The breezy airs of yesterday morning cul-
minated in most boisterous wind. This
makes two days of such windy visitation.
We fear storm. May struggles hard to re-
deem herself March, however, seems to as
sert himself with all the persistency ola hold
over. 1900. Last night Hon. Rollin NJ. Daggett
and Doctor f. j. White left here for Stock
ton, California, to investigate the charges
against our insane farmers, Doctors Langdon
IE Clark We hope, for mercys sake, they
will find nothing except what is highly credit
able to those gentlemen. The State ought to
own an asylum, here; but until it does own
and equip and maintain such an institution
we trust that these contractors, whose term
does not expire until 1881, will faithfully and
humanely execute their agreement. Also we
hope that there may be a strong, intelligent,
purposeful somebody i'll the next Legislature
to take hold of this subject and present a
bill which shall lead to the solving of the
problem of an asylum and its adequate and
benifcent maintenance by the State. Mean
time, Doctor White and Editor Daggett ought
to be able to present us with a very exhaustive
and entertaining report of their experiences
among the insane and their attendants. 5000.
The magazines ought to leave the business of
advertising to the newspapers. We who are
of the guild of iournal-men make no disguise
of our puferies. If Christopher Columbus
discovers new continent and wants to sell
his discovery, he comes to the MORNING AP-
PEAL, states his business and has the bargains
of his offering duly presented to the public
He pays for his advertisement and the editor
calls attention to the rare opportunity for
a profitable investment thus offered. The
transaction is fair and square and open and
above board. There is no shamming, no I'M
candid or underhanded attempt to work upon
the moral or religious, progressive or esthetic
tastes of the reader. Business is business.
There is not even the rather venial swindle of
chromos, in the shape of a premium. But
when we see Scribner's magazine devoted
largely to the advertising of this hotel and
that fishing ground, this factory and that ma
chine; when we detect Harpers in the act of
putting this "iob" and advocating that meas
IRE, for fee; when the Atlantic condescends
to play the part of a salesman, and the North
American Review undertakes to bull one
stock and bear another, we feel like rising to
a point of order. No doubt the written des-
cription and illustrations of Joseph Dixon
lead pencil factory are very entertaining and
instructive to the readers of Scribners; but |
the tone and character of periodical of its
own pretentious assumptions of the high and |
immaculate purities ought to be above such |
peddling servilities. Literature has no more
right to come before us with unclean hands |
than a clergyman has to lend his voice and |
pulpit to the enlisting of his congregation in
some project whose sole end and aim are the
making of money by the driving of sharp bar
gains There is an atmosphere which is above |
the sordid and selfadvancing things of this |
world; and letters is pre-eminently one of
them. They are hypocrites who, i'll the name
of culture and literary advancement, science
and art impose the wares and fabrics OF the
shrewd and designing upon the innocent and
unsuspecting. We had a very high opinion
of Mr. w D. Howells of the Atlantic until
he lent his name to the authorship of cam
paign Life" of r. B. Hayes. 1t IS as If
Longfellow should write rhymes for BARRIERS
pole or Raphael paint sign for butcher
shop. Books and periodicals which presume
to teach us the way to the higher and more
beautiful things and thoughts, may not, IN
decency, soil their hands with the suspicion
of the grosser and meaner employ
ments. The real high standard admits of
no manner of compromise. ....
Thoreau says with truth, beautifully ex-
pressed; owe are rained and showed on with
gems, adding that 'there is nothing hand
somer than snowflake or a dew-drop" But
one must have a rare fund of self-comforting
philosophy to feel assuaged of this raw and
gusty dispensation of Boreal zephyrs, dust
laden and chilling, with the reflection that the
snowsqualls and the valley rains
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