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St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-06-27
PROGRAM.

Thursday evening. July 10, 8 p. m-"Gen-
eral Address and the Annual Grafton" by the
president.
Friday, July l6.-Reports from states, by
Hon. +. I'll. Wines; Reports from committee
on state board of charities .'Administra-
ton OF Poorhouses and Jails,' Bishop Ire
land; public reception to the conference.
Saturday, July IT, Preventive Work:
Reports on kindergarten, by Miss Halo
well and Miss Mckenzie of Philadelphia. and
Rev. r. Heber Newton, d. D., New York; on
reform schools" P. Caldwell, Louisville;
l. G. Hite, Lancaster o.; c. M. Harrison,
Newark, N. j.; "Pardoning Power,'' Hon
George Hoadly, ex-governor of Ohio
Sunday evening, July 1S.-"Prison Reform. -
Addresses in Plymouth church, by Hon. A.
Brinkerhoff, DIR. Buyers, Hon. L. S. Brockway
and others.
Monday. July 1s.-''Work Among Children, y
Mrs. Smith, Hartford; Miss Cooper, San
Francisco. Papers by Mrs. Richardson, Low
ell, Mass; Miss Emily Huntington, New
Letchworth, New York. ''Prison Question, -
Hon. T. r. Brockway and others.
Tuesday. July 20.-''Charity Organiza-
tons, W. A. Johnson. Chicago. 'sTrampery,
Causes and Cure Prof. Bull, Whitford, Pa.
''Friendly Visitor Work. George r. Buselle,
Brooklyn, n. Y. self Help n. S. Rosenau.
Buffalo Education of Blind Hon b. B.
Huntoon, Louisville, KY. Care of Deaf, -
6. d. Fay, Phi. D., Hartford, Conn. ''Hospi-
tails, Prof. P. S. Conner, Cincinnati. ..Edu-
cation and Industry VS.. Crime and Pauper-
ISM Hon. w. H. Lord, Dakota.
Wednesday, July 2J.-Reports on the treat.
ment of insane. personal liberty OF insane
diet and employment OF insane: Prof. San
born, Massachusetts; DIR. Richardson and
others. Reports on the feeble minded: Drs
Stewart of Kentucky, Knight of Connecticut
Kerlin of Philadelphia. Closing exercises
St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-06-27
A LABOR SIC k MON

ssSocialist', of minneapolis, Makes
Sonae'Spicy Comments.
Let US pray for patience and let patience
have her perfect work. How many sermons
St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-06-27
Don't Be Deceived

By glaring advertisements Of rival dealers We will
sell you boots and Shoes cheaper and of quality
than any firm in the Northwest. We mean business
and want your trade and will labor to deserve it,
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

"Mary, perhaps the boy has been to YOU
At this moment the clock on the mantel
struck IL. We listened to its strokes till the
list one died away.
at is Thanksgiving morning, said my hus-
band. solcmnly.
When the morning really came, with its
fresh, frolicking winds and sunlight, and
blue skies; with its merry faces and gay
voices, and the happy children rapping at my
door, | thought of what he said, Perhaps
the boy has been to you" Sometimes think
he must have been, so real and sweet is, even
now, the memory of his coming. All that
day he stood beside me All that day
saw his peaceful face, and felt the bless
ing of his smile, and heard his low, sweet
voice. What for months had looked upon
and feared with the bitterness of a great
dread, the face, and SMILE and voice made
almost painless
The children's merry greetings did not hurt
me; my fingers did not trcmble when they
twined the fresh green leaves about the walls.
The older children went with us TO church
that morning. The little church was very
still and pleasant and somehow the service
stole away down into my heart 1t was no
eloquent preacher that we heard. only a
plain man. with Gods panest gifts of mind
and cultured But the day was real to him,
and listened a bit of Mrs. Browning S
music kept singing itself in my soul.
Ipraise thee Will, my days 60 on,
/ l love thee while my days go on;
| Through dark and dcarth. through fire and frost,
With cmptic1 arms ana treasure lost,
| | thank thee while my days 20 on
l think that did thank him-I who, only
last year. had sat there with my boy be-
side me.
| think that when the dear familiar words
| flooded the church with harmony again. as
on that other morning, and John and
| clasped hands silently think we uttered
the old, old cry: blessed be the name of the
| Lord
We stopped after church together where
the boy was lying, to let May lay down her
little green wreath, and was glad that she
could do it calmly. Somehow | felt as If
tears would be proclamation just then. Then
we went quietly home.
1t was happy home that day-as happy as
it could be when we did not see him Yet
knew he was there.
"Did you think should not be with you
motherf'
heard it over and over; | hear it over and
over now; | shall hear it when the next
Thanksgiving sun brightens his grave. He
wished us to he happy; l know he was with
us l think he always will be.
ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
ION. lam THE GREAT MIKADo. "

A poor hard working hen who had brought
up her family by the strictest economy and
most faithful industry, and who had been
robbed of her last bite again and again by
the heartless MikHdo spoke her mind about
it,
Its an outrage" she said, IAN outrage on
all decent fowls to see that brute of a Mi
kado in clover up to his comb while the rest
of us scratch from morning till night merely
to keep life in our bodies Such things are
rapidly creating an aristocracy of sex In
the future when male and female are both
equal before the law there will be none Of
this But it's the way of the world, and
always has been The basest and least de-
serving get into power, because they are so
coarse that they can ride right over any
obstacle, having no sensibilities to wound"
Here a great swell of a cock, monopolist
of high degree, looked away and pretended
not to hear; but the Others listened attentive
ly, sighed, and admitted that it was hard to
rise in the world while such monsters as the
MikadO had the power to Cypress.
A middle-aged anarchist sputtered around
at a great rate; but as he had always talked
rather more than he should they didn't give
him the closest attention. A fair and fat hen
of good figure smiled scornfully, and said that
one could expect nothing but coarse vanity
from person of really low pedigree like the
Mikado For her part, come what would she
had the comforting knowledge that the blood
of the Brahmas flowed in her veins. Her an
cestors were Asiatic kings. Then she strut
ted around to show off her figure, which
really was perfect.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
GERTRUDE GARRISON,
FOR WHAT SHALL WE BE THANKFUL?
Some Old, oft Repeated Questions, and
Their Questionable Answers.

Some Old, Oft Repeated Questions, and
Their Questionable Answers.
For what shall we be thankfulN say the
sorrowing "Grief abdeth with us, and in
our hearts is the bitterness of continued
trouble"
"For what shall we he thankful say the
poor 1.-THE earth overfows with plenty, but
we are destitute. Cold and hunger is our
portion, and want is our companion all the
days of the year"
"For what shall we be thankful" say the
hopeless. "The days go on, but they bring us
no JOY The sun and the moon traverse the
heavens without warming our chilled hearts
or lighting our dark pathway"
"For what shall he thankful" say the
disappointed. "Wherever we turn. there,
waiting to dishearten us, turks disappoint-
ment When we rise he it is that causes us
again to fall
"For what shall be thankful" say the
tempted the mistaken, the fallen. Our
temptations have overcome us: our mistakes
have destroyed us our sins have crushed Us
For us there is nothing left hut wrptchedncss ="
For what shall we be thankful" ,av tie
baflled. When we strive we fail. wh,u We
pray no answer comes; when we hope our
hopes are never realized; when We love our
loves are lost TO US.
For what shall we be thankful" say the
bereaved Death has robbed us and 1T us
moaning Our sore hearts cannot take up
the cry of rejoicing, for We weep uncom-
forted
For what shall we be thankful" say the
sick 1--WE suffer and know no ease We are
full of anguish night and dav."
"For what shall we thankful" say the per
secuted. "Our enemies outnumher us; our
burdens are greater than we can bear"
"For what shall we thankful" say the
weary the wounded the forsaken. the heavy
of heart. For us there is no rest, no happi-
ness, no help. WEAKNESS is our portion and
burdens our inheritance We have no cause
for rejoicing from the beginning of the year
to the end"
For these, for all these, il is written: "Rest
in the Lord. Oh, rest in the Lord Wait pa
tiently for Him and He shall give thee thy
hearts desire"
To these, to all these, the promise has been
given, To these, the words from plain old
sermon come with power to heal: "rhere is
still heaven to be thankful for Whatever
sorrows bereave us here, whatever fatal mis-
takes darken our lives whatever rredeemabe
losses befall us, we may vet rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for him in the little life
that remains; for eyond this worlds gain or
loss, high in the serene air of heaven, when ex-
istence ceases to be a lesson and becomes vivid
life there and only there shall He give us our
hearts desire in its immortal fulness Here
knowledge is detiled, love is imperfect, purity
the result OF fiery trial, wealth rusted into
covetousneSs; but in heaven is the very native
country of pure knowledge, perfect love, ut
ter smessness, and riches that neither moth
nor rust corrupt. that bless and curse not"
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

1t might be dangerous to stake ones repu-
tation upon the assertion that Thanksgiving
is a strictly religious feast II is day Of
practical rejoicing in the good things of this
world, and there may even be people whose
mouths are fuller of turkey than their hearts
of thanks But every year the area of the
feast enlarges. Every year there are more
people who sit down to grooming boards" as
the reporters happily express it, upon occa-
sions of civic festivity.
Dear old Thanksgiving Long and long may
his hospitable board be spread. Long and
long may he stand, benignant, at his door,
calling in the poor and the weary, the blind
and the lame, even rs the old Puritans called in
Massasoit and ninety other savages Rich in
blessings and reverend in years, may good
old Thanksgiving last with the continent,
knitting closer the ties of family and friend
ship, its cheerfuness beaming like the smile
of patriarch, its charity burning like a cen
tra fire, warming all the year and lighting
up every dark day of care and sorrow.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
THE MIkADO'S FATE.


It was about the first of November that the
biz turkey, the MiSado of the farmyard, was
given a house all to himself and everybody
waited upon him in the most untiring man
ner At first he was somewhat astonished at
marked change in his fortunes. Such
extraordinary consideration as he now re-
ceived at cveryhody's hands amazed him for
a time, but he soon settled it in his mind ell
tircly to his satisfaction.
"Ho. no." he said "IIa! ha. They have
just learned my worth have always known
that | was great genius, with brain as big
as wash tub and think the other turkeys,
poor insignificant things, and the chickens,
sorry creatures, knew it also. At least, they
have all shown wholesome respect for my
power, but | must admit that | have been
slow to impress the people with my import
ance. 1t has come at last, however. See
how they truckle to me. kow-tow to me, sup.
ply my every want almost before it is felt,
and make menials of themselves to cater
to my pleasure"
This he SAID to himself rs he walked by
himself The other citizens of the farmyard
looked at him with glowering faces and the
bitterness of envy in their hearts. He
had always tyrannized over them, and they
hated him with a hatred all the more
deadly because it was concealed under the
mask of respect. Now, though he had never
done humane or generous thing in his life,
they beheld him housed and Toasted like a
king, with the sauce of admiration served up
TO him every hour. They couldn't under
stand it; they saw no justice in it, and they
murmured against it.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
Observation-Disclosures

c. ar hlcxandor Shal,ewell, a colored
cita of Bridgeville, owned no turkeys, and
his richer white neighbors had put theirs in
special security as Thanksgiving Day drew
near. Mrs. Shakcwell kept nagging Caesar
about turkey until he determined to have
ono before another sun set of any cost To
sat down before the fire in the twilight to
study out some plan of action ON the import
ant question.
1t came to him quite readily, It appears, for
all at once he found himself carrying it out.
He had noticed loose board on Col. Fair
groves back fence the day before Tho Fair
groves were easy-going people, not much
given to hammer and nails, and they would
be sure to have & turkey in n coop in the
backyard getting ready for the annual feast.
Sure enough. the board fell off at the bid
ding of his brawny arm, and there in "A pen
in the corner was the bird of his hopes The
Stats of his coop dropped before the same po-
tent force, as though they had been mere
Rawlings 1t was no trouble at all to to tie
his legs, cover his body with an old bag and
slip quietly away with him. Once Mt home
Caesar Alexander put him in a brrrel and
LAID heavy sticks of wood on the open top
Then he called to his wife to come and see
him and to quit "iorrin him about their
Thanksgiving dinner.
She appeared, looked at the bird with eyes
like saucors. and then grew very grave.
"Whar did ye cit himl' she asked, with
something like awe in her voice.
"Worlcd for i'm, o course said her gen
tie spouse, with a sheer "knowed all the
time dat was to git i'm; but you had to hev
yer fill o jorrin' and complainin at me for a
wuthless Niger. knowed it was no use to
| tell ye Ye wouldn't b'ieve me till h come"
| Mrs. Shakewel looked at her husband, a
! fresh well of admiration springing up in her
heart. He was a superior creature, to be
sure she would never doubt it again
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

Just as the shades began to fall heavily he
drew me toward him by the frost bound
window. He stopped and kissed me. He
took me in his arms and said, as he had said
before:
did you think l should not be with you,
mother"
And then | missed him. / called to him,
but he did not answer. stretched out my
arms to him, but he did not come back to
me. The room grew dark; my head swan
tottered over to my husband.
"Oh, John! | have lost HIM"
"Mary-why, Mary what is the matter"
and he caught me in his arms
looked up. was not in the parlor by the
frost bound window; the children were not
beside me The sitting room fire had died
down into the ashes the door into the hall
was open, and my husband had on his over
coat. He was holding me tightly in his
arms
II thought-oh, John! Johnm And then
told him all my dream. When had finished
he was still long time, then
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

The hen who was in favor of equal suffrage
said that after all there were compensations
in life She still held her old views; but She
had learned a lesson in patience. Her dream
of political equality would he realized; but
she must wait, and while she waited work as
well as talk a very aged old bird of no par
ticular lineage cleared his throat just then.
As he was generally silent, he commanded
great attention when he did speak. He said:
"Nou are getting on to the true philosophy of
life at last. Agitation doesn't accomplish
half MS much as people think it does The in
fluences which really move the world are
subtle. Your takers think they revolution
ize the world but the real power comes from
higher, much higher" - and he subsidized
into silence.
The noted anarchist rooster had nothing at
all to say until his views We're called for.
Even then he evaded it until cornered and
compelled to talk. Then he Strengthened up
and put on his old time, important manner
at is the beginning of the end, my friends, ="
he said Monsters like the Mikado die Of
their own greed. They are their own execu-
TONERS, Had he divided his abundance with
us would all have had a layer or of the
fat which encountered him and brought him
to grief, and he might have been alive to-day.
But, no-he must have the earth Nothing
was too much for him We had to starve
that he might live. All of you can testify
that he lived upon the proceeds of your labor,
for you scratched and he came along just rs
your bite was ready for your mouth and
snatched it from YOU and YOU dared not say
your souls We're your own"
But what of the lady with the purest blood
of Asia in her veins asked a dapper young
| cock. Il haven't seen her to-day
Nor have |. said a dozen voices. Here
the cat spoke again. am sorry to say that
our fair friend has shared the Mikados fate
/ The chief cause of pride with her proved her
/ ruin. Her good blood gave her a fine figure
| and the people of this country are n flesh-eat
| ing race. They have no scruplcs against eat
| ing any of YOU who are 50 unfortunate as tC
| possess sweet, clean flesh. So you see that il
| i never safe to boast"
oh dear: what difficult and dangerou,
world to live i'm said all in one voice
The old house dog, who was fond of Shakes
| peare, came on the scene, shifted contemptu
ouSly at the Nikado', bones, and said: Alas
he lived for self, and now none are so poor as
! to do him reverence
GERTRUDE GARRISON.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
A HUMBLE THANKSGIVING.

We cannot show grand array
OF toothsome things Thanksgiving Day
The day so very near;
Our little pantry will not boast
Delicious viands by the host
To every palate dear.
Meath weight of ali the good things known
our little table will not groan,
No, not the very least;
Our little home will not be blest
With many "a welcome, joyous guest
To help us at the feast.
Yet, notwithstanding what We lack
Well not regretfully look back
And sigh for better days;
But we will fill in every part
The spacious store rooms of our heart
With gratitude and praise.
Wen count our present blessings DER.
And we shall find they number more
Than all our trials do;
Our happy, thoughtful hearts shall be
Delightful guests-right royalty
They will reward us, too.
To seats we once did occupy
Wen not look up with wistful eye
And cOvetous unrest;
But bending low down our gaze
To poorer homes, TO sadder ways,
Thank God we are SO blest.
Thank God that though our home is small
1t still contains the dear ones all,
Ki'h in affections wealth.
Thank God we have enough to eat,
Thank God for clothing warm and neat,
Thank God for perfect health
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
THE ORIGIN OF THANKSGIVING.
Purely Puritan Festival of Rejoicing
Over WORLDLY Things.

Purely Puritan Festival of Rejoicing
over Worldly Things.
As if to resist the bitterness and sadness of
the failing year, the most genial and kindly
of all our festivals occurs at the end of No
vember. Its very name, Thanksgiving, be-
trays its pous Origin-an origin unmixed with
any prior tradition. The great Christian
festival of Christmas stretches backward to
yule logs and mistletoes, TO Scandinavian and
Briton heathenry; nor does it lose by the
graceful happy association. But Thanks
giving is purely Puritan 1t is the good,
warm heart conquerng the tough head and
ascetic manner of the old pilgrims
In Elliott's "New England History" you
may read that in 1923, after the harvest,
Governor Bradstreet sent out a company to
shoot game TO furnish a dainty feast of re-
joicing after the labors of the colony. Hav-
ing followed the directions of the governor,
and the principle of the excellent Mrs. Glass,
they cooked their game and invited Massa-
soft and some ninety other savages, and all
fell to and devoured the feast, thanking God
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

A young turkey, who was considered some
thing of a crank because he wore glasses,
was greatly given to philosophy and meta
physics. had gone so far MS to lecture little
and was thinking Of starting a newspaper,
here piped up: at is my opinion, friends,
that we are to blame for our lack of success.
The Mkado is merely carrying out the
theories of the new school OF Boston thinkers
and the occultists of the east, which he has
dropped on, | verify believe through my
teaching. He has powerful will, and he has
secretly and persistentlv demanded the good
things of life and is getting them. The great
force, my friends, is mind. But while we
have been talking about it, he, like the pirate
he is, has grabbed the idea and put it into
operation
An old and opnionated cat that had been
apparently sleeping on fence post now had
word to say. you are very inexperienced
creatures When you have lived as long as |
have (Which none of you are likely to do,
am sorry to say, for reasons it would be in
delicate now to mention you will know that
what appears sometimes to be great good for
tune IS really the greatest curse that could
befall Us ! will not here 20 into particulars,
but will entreat you not to he envious of the
Mikado This is a very dramatic world The
man who Is up to-day may be down to-mor-
row Envy no one Perhaps your hard lot
is better a thousand times for your souls good
than the wealth of Gould or Vanderbilt,
or even the Mikado. Ben Franklin spoke
wisely when he said
He that is down need fear no fall
He that is humble none at all "
Just then the Mikado, whose doors had been
opened 10y the beautiful daughter of the house
| to give him an hours walk in the sunshine,
came near them with lordly gait, head erect
and wings scraping the earth in overwhelm-
ing pride IN spite of the cats sermon on
| humility in the face Of the fact that they
knew she spoke the truth, they felt shriveled
and mean in the presence of this petted and
admired creature. He walked near them,
smiled scornfuly, and said
Stand out of the way, you creatures small,
Stand out of the way of my shadow;
For am the king and boss of ALL
Oh. ! am the great Mikado
And they stood out of his way, though
here and there was one who could not re-
frain from shedding tears, deep was his
humiliation.
The mistress of the house, accompanied by
friend, just then appeared on the other
side of the fence, and the object of their at
tenton seemed to he the Mkado He wasn't
slow tc show his appreciation of the dis
tinction, either. He strutted and gobbled
in the most pompous and self-gratulatory
| way
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

power he would rise some day, seize the
reins Of government, and tralnplc them all
under his feet If so, I half ,..rusc the
murder, though am too much # a EUd-
dhist to sympathize With u festival which
sanctions the destruction of living creatures,
and.the eating Of them, too. In the round Of
existence, depend upon it, my friends, all such
things are evened up. They who kill shall
be killed in turn; if not in this life, in some
embodiment in the far future"
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26

We cannot show a grand array
OF toothsome things Thanksgiving Day
The day so very near;
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
THE SONG OF THANKSGIVING.

We're thankful for host of things
Too numerous to mention;
For sweethearts true and hearts to WOO,
And all things worth attention.
For all and everything that gives
Our lives so much of pleasure
We offer thanks Long may we taste
Thine overlooking measure
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-11-26
"for the good world and the good things IN

"for the good world and the good things IN
it,"
Think of that little shivering band clustered
on the bitter edge of the continent with the
future before them almost as dark as the
forest behind them, many of them with such
long lines of happy memories in Old England
flashing across the sea into the gloom of their
present position like CLEANS of ruddy freight
that stream far out of the cheerful chimney
into the cold winter highland think of the
same festival now, when our govern
ors and our president invite millions of
people to return thanks to the great giver of
harvcsts and the millions of people obcying,
sacrifice hecatombs of turkeys and pumpkins
and pour out seas of cider and harmless wine