Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1888-02-09

to find curatives f0F tiioss Psychological
devastat:ons. Dropsies, oancST5, Som
sumptions, govt and almost every ID.
trinity in all the realm OF pathology have
been the penalties paid To counteract
tho damage, Pharmacy has gone forth
with medicament. panacea. elixir, embro.
cation. salve and cataplasm
Tonight with swollen feet upon cush-
ion I'D ottoman, and grooming with aches
innInier6ble. will be the votary Of luxuri.
Gus living, not half 50 happy as his 81 DOM
or coal-heaver. Wrong fashion is the
worlds undertaken, and drives thousands
Of hearses to Greenwood, and Laurel Hill,
and Mount Auburn.
But @orse than that, this folly is an in.
tslleet depletion. This endless study
of prorrieties and etiquette, patterns and
styles, is bedwarfing to the intellect.
never knew q woman or . man of extreme
fashion that knew much. How belittling
the study Of the cut of coat. or the tie Of
q cravat, or the wrinkle in sleeve, or the
color of ribbon! How they are worried
il something gets united or hangs awry,
or is not nicely adjustedl With . mind
capable Of measuring the height and depth
Of great subjectsj able to unravsl mys.
teries, to walk through the universe, to
soar up in the infinity Of Gods
misunderstanding perpetually ovsr
q new style Of cloaka have
known msn reckless ~ to their
character and regardless of interests mo-
mentous and eternal, exasperated by the
shape of vest button. What is the mat
ter with that woman wrought up in to the
agony of despair Oh, her muff is out Of
fashion!
Worse than al. this folly is not salts
fed until it has extirpated every moral
sentiment and blasted the soul. A ward
robe is the rock upon which many a soul
has been rivsn. The excitement of a
luxurious life has been the vortex that has
swallowed up more souls than the mael.
storm of Norway ever destroyed ships.
What room for elevating themes in
heart filed with the trivial and unreal?
Who can wonder that in this haste for
sun-gilded baubles and winged thistle
down, man and women should tumble into
ruin: The travellers to destruction are
not all clothed in rags. On that road
chariot jostles against chariot, and be.
hind stesds in harness, golden plated and
gllttering, they go down, coach and four,
herald and position, racketing on the hot
pavements Of hell. Clear tho track!
Bazaars hang out their co'o-s over the
road, and trees of tropical fruitfulness
overbranch the way. No sound of woe
disturbs the air, but all is light, and
song, and wine. and gorgeousness. The
world comes out to greet the dazzling
PROCESSION With "Hurrahi hurrah" But
suddenly there is d halt and an cutlery of
dismay, and an overthrow worse than the
Red Sea tumbling upon the Egyptians.
Shadow of gravestones upon finest silk!
Norwood squeezed into impaired COB
lets! Death with one cold breath wither-
ing the leaves and freezing tho fount-
aims.
In the wild tumult Of the last day-thc
mountains falling, the Heavens flying, the
thrones uprising, the universe Assem-.
bling, amid the boom Of the last great
thunder.pea', and under the cracking of
q burning world-what will become of
the disciple Of unholy fashion,
But watch the career of one thoroughly
artificial. Through Inheritance, or per.
haps his own skill having obtained enough
for purposes Of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established. He sits aloot
from the common herd, and looks out OF
his window upon the poor man and says:
"Put that dirty wretch of my steps i'm
mediately ~ On Sabbath days he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with SO many of the inelegant,
and says: "They are perfectly awfu ~
"That man that you put in my pew had Q
coat on his back that did not cost five dol.
lars"
He struts through life unsympathe:ic
with trouble and says: II can not be
bothered" Is delighted with some doubt.
full story of Partisan life, but thinks that
there are some very indecent things in
the Bible. Walks arm and arm with the
successful man of the world. but does not
know his own brother. Loves to be praised
for his splendid house, and when told
that he looks younger than ten years ago
says: "Well, really, do you think SOP"
But the brief strut of his life is about
over. Upstairs, he dies. No angel wings
lowering about him. No Gosps promises
kind ling up the darkness: but exquisite
elegant pictures and a bust
of Shakespeare on the mantle. The pulses
stop. The minister comes in to read the
Resurrection, that day when the dead
shall come up-both he that died on the
floor and he that expired under princsIy
He is carried out to burial.
Only . few mourners, but great array
of carriages. Not one common man at
the funeral. No befriended orphan to
weep q tear on his grave. No child Of
weeping. saying: HE is the last fir lend
I have and must see him."
What now? He was a great man. Shall
not chariots OF salvation come down to
the other side Of the Jordan and escort
him up to the palace? Shall not the
angels exclaim: "Turn out! A prince Is
comingW Will the bells chime? Will
there be harpers with their harps and
trumpeters with their trumrets?
mol no! mol There will be . shudder,
as though q calamity had happened.
Standing on Heavens ba:tlements, .
Waterman will see something shoot past,
with frey downfall and shrek: "Wan.
dering star-for whom is reserved the
blackness of darkness foreverw
But sadder yet is the closing of wom-
ans life that has been worshlpful Of
ldliness, all the wealth Of life-time's
wasted. What tragedy. A
woman on her dying pillow, thinking Of
what she might have done for God and
and yet having done nothing.
Compare her demise with that Of Har.
riet Newell, going down to peacefully die
in the Isle Of France, reviewing her hfe-
time sacrifices for the redemption of India;
or the last hours of Elizabeth Hervey,
having exchanged her bright New En-.
gland home for life at Bombay amid
stolid heathenism. that she might illumine
Il, saying, in her last moments: "If this
Is the dark valley, it has not . dark spot
IN it; all is light, lightl' or the exit OF