Morning journal and courier., 1889-03-01

awakens love and makes it the great motive
 force in human existence"
 By Henrietta Stuart: "I have said there can be no real love without passion. I must also say, fully realizing that chorus of 'non- sense,' romantic, mere sentimentality, etc. will greet the statement, that love-love ab- solute and perfect-comes but once to any person. z Passionate fancies sentimental fancies, we may all of us make by dozens Gf we wish to); but love is felt but once"
 By Edgar Saltus: "From what has gone before it may not, then, be improper to de- fine love as an exchange of farcies. The greater the store of fancies the greater it's du- ration; and, conversely, the fewer the fam cles the shorter it's span. And yet, as Mrs. Stuart has admirably put it, it is not an exact definition of a great fact almost invariably an unsatisfactory thing?'
 By Ella Wheeler Wilcox: Hove is the essence of every existing thing; the root of life; the reconpense for death. It is the all- creative spark, the vital force of the universe. There is power to achieve in the mere utter anee of the world"
 BIRD BATTLES BURGLAR. A Household Alarmed by the Fight Between a Thief and a Parrot. From the Cincinnati Enquirer.l Mir. Emil Rothe, who lives at 267 Browne street, has poll-parrot. The bird has been with the family for number of years, and is highly educated and great pet. Its cage is usually hung at night in rear room on the second floor. A window of the apart ment overlooks grape arbor, close against the wall of the dwelling. Night before last no one occupied the apartment.
 About o'clock yesterday morning MT. Rothe was awakened by the bird. which was loudly shrieking. "Papa! papa!" The par- rot kept up these cries for several minutes, MT. Rothe finally alarmed by the unusual disturbance determined to go and see what was the cause. When he turned on the light he saw poll pitting on the cross bar of the cage. The bird immediately recognized him and set up chattering and chuckling of victorious Cha ha's"
 Poll looked like his famed predecessor who had the exciting adventure with the monk ey. One wing was broken and the bottom of the cage was covered with feathers. The bird was ruff1ed up generally and in fact had the appearance of having passed through a threshiDg machine.
 There were blood marks on the wires of the cage and every ything indicated that Poll had engaged in lively and desperate fight. LOOklnS around MT. hOb0S 1Oun0 that the window was broken. On the sill were the bloody prints of mans fingers. A burglar had made an early morning visit to the residence. Climbing up the arbor he easily raised the window and entered the room. His movement must have awakened Poll. The bird evidently gave the alarm, and the intruder, realizing that somgthing had to be done quickly, at once attacked the inselli- gent parrot. Thrusting his hand into the cage the burglar tried to wiring the birds neck. Instead of quietly submitting, Poll showed fight. With beak and claws Poll at- tackled the robber, sinking the sharp weap- ons into the flesh of the intruder's hand. So vigorously did Poll use natures weapons, and at the same time utter screams, that the burglar was forced to retire baffied and bleeding from painful wounds. He must have dropped from the window jupt as help reached the door, as Mr. Rothe heard the noise of fall es he entered.