The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-08-25

| by the banks OF the l1Der or unuer Tue
shadow of vesuvius; 'Valel Valel Yalel
Crispino maledetto cospettow
wonder why they bring all their mad
men hereP Have we not got enough of
our own? All the week has attendants
here beer struggling with Robere Garrett,
once President of the Baltimore and Ohio
Railroad, and it has required the constant
attendance of a corps of skilled nurses to
protect him from doing fatal injury to him
self. Here is a man who stood at the head
of one of the mightiest corporations in the
land honored in the community where he
| lived, with fortune that is counted by
millions, and here he is at middle age-his
body wreck and his mind in ruins.
The city is full of men just like Robert
| Garrett,-men who have achieved what the
world calls success, but what price they
have paid for i'll AS look back through
the years that are gone two figures loom
up before me, Peter Cooper and George
Peabody Every day as pass the Cooper
Institute take off my hat in reverence, for
know that inside are hundreds of busy
workers whom his blessed benevoence has
placed on the road to independence. Thous-
ands upon thousands have gone forth from
this sacred temple to lives of honor and
usefulness, daily and nightly blessing the
nameiof Peter Cooper. 1 can see in my
minds eye that little bent form with thin
silvery hair and struggling beard, ill-fitting
clothes, and little of the hero about him (;
but as he passed through the crowded streets
rude men and women gave way to let him
pass, and even the Yilest gamins of the
street, defYing God and man, let Peter
Cooper go by. AS he crossed the busy
streets drivers stopped their vehicles to
give him the clear highway. 1t was the
reverence and love compelled by goodness
which never tagged till death called him.
willing homage.
1 stood in front of George Peabody's
statue in London's busiest centre. All
around me were the marts of the greatest
commercial country in the world--and there
sat the great American in his regal chair to
receive the silent blessings of thousands
whom he had rescued from adiect misery
and whose lives he had made benedIction.
All these rich men who have gone mad,
notice, are those who haYe piled up their
millions and had no time to think of the
poor humanity about them. So A. T..
Stewart died; but Wm. II. Vanderbilt,
profiting by his example, left million to
blessed charity, and his children have given
hundreds of thousands more.
Larry jerome, "Our Larry" has fallen
by the wayside and will be missed by the
sporting community, of which he was the
life for many years. Wrecked, say you?
Yes, wrecked-wrecked beyond hope Fast
lives do not pay. Money is not the great
end and aim of man. What will Jay Gould
do with his hundred millions? We pause
with bated breath for a reply.
In tie neighboring suburb of Staten
Island resides the Rev. T. b. Bott, a
Baptist minister not unknown to fame.
He will be remembered as having created
profound sensation few years ago by
eloping from Philadelphia with the organist
of his church, leaving behind him a wife
and two little children. 1 don't know eX-
actly how it was that this clerical beat was
allowed to keep on preaching, but he did,
and up to last week was pastor of the
Central Congregational Church in Totter-
vile. Early last week frightful screams
issuing from the Bott mansion alarmed the |
inhabitants of that peaceful village, and |
the people rushing out discovered Bott |
giving Mrs. Bott what Paddy gave The
drum. Mrs. Bott was found with one eye
in half-mourning and two of her left molars
and one bicuspid badly loosened, and Bot,
getting ready to give her dose number two;
the village postmaster rushed up to expostu-
late, when the minister gave him to under
stand.tha he would chastise his vie If he
liked, and intimated that he wouldn't mind
having go at the postmaster, provided he
would waive the Marquis of Queensberrys
rules and take it rough and tumble. Mrs.
Bott eventually sought refuge in drug
store, and Mr.. Bott, catching sight of the
editor of the local paper who had published
an account of his escapade from Philadel-
phia, chased him into the post-office.
Yesterday he was turned out of church by
the trustees. Exit, Bottl
If it had been told as story of the wild
West, or as having occurred among the
barbarous sayeges OF Africa, you would not
believe it. just think of it! In the
suhuThs of Rroolxlvn tl,a f,i.,, of f,i,.., |
brute by the name of Bohan gouged out
both of his wife's eyes; nor did he commit
the brutal act all at one time. He DESTROYED
the first eye two years ago and escaped
punishment, as his wife, though thus
horribly disfigured, with a perversity
peculiar to woman who are abused, refused
TO prosecute him. From that time till last |.
week he has taunted her with her disfgure-
ment, and time and time again told her
That he would blind her other eye. Last
week the savage kept his promise, and
now the poor creature is in total darkness
ill death releases her. It is impossible TO
read or think of such crime withou. a
.hrlll of horror. 1t is, fortunately, with ,
'ut parallel in our criminal records.
oYertopping all other excitements of the
week was the arrival of James q. Blaine
The best laid plans of mice and men aft
yang aglee," says Burns, and so it proved ,
n this case; for the man in whose honor +,
he parade was intended was many miles
way at sea, and as many of the delegations I
lad scome hundreds, and not only few
thousands of miles to see the fun, it was !.
ound impossible to hold them together any =
onger So the chairman of the Republican s
league, under whose auspices the parade =
vas given, was compelled to have it then a
II not at all. Like all affairs of the kind |
was not without its hatreds and bitter II
Iesses. Many prominent peonle who falt