The Dawson journal., 1886-03-18
Milnigat Reflections.

stand with bated breath observ-
ing the rapid and sure ascension
to, and occupancy of, most Of the
places Of power, honor and profit
by the first named. Six thousand
years ago God brought out
in the PLACE Of chaos, system, and,
evolved and established order.
Two thousand years afterwards he
destroyed what had grown to be
chaos and established order again.
Another wothousand years found
the wickedness and viciousness of
the world so overwhelming that
He ssnt into the world His son to
SO illumine the pathway Of erratic
man he might be re-establishad in
his estate Of uprightness and pu-
rity and order. But alas Near
ly two thousand years have
elapsed since the shepherds heard
the beautiful song and the glori-
Gus promise echoing through the
hills and valleys and mountains
OF Judea, and we see the approach
of the end Of the third period Of
the world covered with as. much
corruption and folly and mean
ness as the end of the two prece-
ding periods first calling for
annihilarion and the second for
divine atonement. What shall
the end of this period be or de-
mand?
Abroad, in Germany, iron-ner-
we'd Bismarck holds the vandal So
clalist in subsection by the sword.
In Russia the watchful, well-paid
Cossack keeps the Cars crown on
his head and his head on his
shoulders. The Balkans stand
ready for the sepulture of the fiery
Greek, the lazy Turk and restless
Slav and German who must be
clothed and fed, though many of
their bodies should feed the vul-
tures Of the Balkans. Fickle
France writhes in her chains of
new and oyer-freedom. Poor old
feudal England, with her grand
line Kings, running way back into
centuries, with the grandest histo-
ry, as a whole, the world has ever
produced, with her great cities
and her great men, her great army
and great navy, her old churches
and grand old buildings, and spe-
cially her long-established and
much cherished class-laws and
habits and customs conforming
thereto, must stand aghast at the
pitiful sight of the plundering Of
some of her principal streets and
defiance Of the officers of the law
ia open daylight oy her chaotic or
socialistic element, while from ev-
cry isle and country which floats
the flag of the British Lion the
same fendish element is crying
for bread and blood and the up
roofing Of system and order.
Aud our own blost, beautiful
land, refuge OF the prosecuted,
tired, homeless wanderer, bles ed
with all the beasts aud birds and
forests and flowers, with its grand
rivers and vast plains, equalling,
in fertility, the boasted valley of
tho Nile, its bahny, health-gi,ing
atmosphere, its exhaustless re-
solrees, its teeming millions,
what sorry spectacle she pre-
sents. The cruel old worlds
across the waters have been spew-
ing out their mongrel, rotten
garbage into our hospitable laps
during the last two decades till
our body polite has become SC
| impregnated with it that free
America is free no more. These
Wretches are clutching at the
thtoats Of the frugal, industrious
American and uttering the ole
world ghoal cry of bread or blood
outraging liberty and trampline
virtue in the dust IN the name
and under protection of the blood
bought flag Of oar glorious coun
try.
And last AM worst Of all, those
bearing insignia of Office, higE
and low, from the Whitehous,
down to militia district baililf arC
hoisted info Office over the heads
Of the pure and meritorious by
this detestable lower strata, GOV
erned AMI controlled by cliquet