People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1892-04-22

ringers thought. cannot taste IL with
my palate, cannot hear it with the
drum OF my ear. see it with my eve or
stick my nose into it and smell it. |
must confess that some Of the colonel's
recent alleged thoughts seem quite
rank. If they were exposed to the sun |
would not be responsible for the results.
But If they did emit odor, the allegation
OF thought in such an instance would be
gratultous We cannot apprehend
thought by the process of the senses.
Now, such man who asserts the creed
OF matter leaves out of the world these
spiritual realities. He must deny facts
within this mental world which are as
well known as the law of gravitation.
MENTAL TELEGRAPHY.
Take therecent remarkable statements
by Mr. Clemens in Harper's Magazine.
de declares that on a certain morning,
the I'd of March, before he had arisen
from bed a new idea suddenly exploded
In his mind, the idea that certain book
ought to be written at once; that the
man to write this book was Mr.. William
d. Wright, a journalist of Virginia,
New, a friend whom he had known
twelve years before. He might be alive
or dead, he could not tell, but deter
mined to write to him at once. He did
write to him, suggesting the idea of the
book and venturing to map out what he
thought ought to be its plan. When the
letter was finished the thought occurred
to Mr.. Clemens that if his friend should
write the book and no publisher would
accept the manuscript he would feel
badly. Sohe laid the letter aside, wrote to
his publisher, asked him for an interview.
The publisher was out of town, did not
return for a week, and his letter lay
in the pigeonhOle forgotten for eight
or ten days, when on the 9th Of
March the postman brought three or
four letters, among them a thi k one
written in hand which seemed dimly
familiar. He could not place it at first,
but finally succeeded. He recognized
the hand as that of his friend, Mr..
Wright, of Virginia, New. Turning to
a visiting relative who sat near him, he
handed the letter to him and said: 81
will now do miracle. I'll tell you
everything this letter contains-date, sig
nature, all, without breaking the seal"
This heproceeded to do. The letter was
opened, and it was found to be identical
in contents with the letter which Mr..
Clemens himself had written on the I'd
OF March, and which still lay in the pi-
geonhole on the desk. The outline of this
book, the character of the book, was the
same outline sketched by Mr.. Clemens.
AN INFIDEL ENLIGHTENED.
Here we have the problem of thought
transference without the basis of mat
ter. These are not old women's tales of
ghost stories and witchcraft and wonder.
They are scientific facts related by men
whose testimony is worth as much in a
court of justice as the testimony of the
great scientists of the world. 1t is such
well known facts as these that in later
days has forced such mind as Mrs.
Besant to desert the ground of agnostiC
materialism and accept the dogmas Of
theosophy without question or a MUIR
muir.
The man who asserts today the creed
of matter must not only deny what is
best known to the world at large-he
must deny some Of the best known facts
within the compass of his own conscious
personality. Such man, of necessity,
reduces any ideal that he may profess to
a sham and a delusion. Such a man
must make-for he can do nothing else
the ideal world an imaginary projec.
ton from sketches drawn from matter
The progress of the world he must there
fore limit within the domain of the
known. For by this theory man has nc
power to create. All men are plagia.
rists. There can be no originality, and
the world can only progress within the
bounds of that which is known. This /:
manifestly absurd, when we look bach
over the centuries of the past and SET
the vast progress man has made from
the known into the realm of the un
known. Constantly the mind of mar
is exploring trackless forests, opening
them up to civilization and to light.
WHY BRUNO DIED.
If the ideal be merely fancy con
structe1 of sketches taken from nature
then hope and fear, love and hate, honol
and disgrace, character, motive, prin
ciple-these must be decisions, for they
all belong to the world Of the ideal. Arr
they subjective dreams, or do we believe
that Character is reality, that honor
love, hope have real existence? If WI
deny reality to the existence of charac
ter, AMI character is ideal, we destroy thu
very basis Of the colonel's own hero wor
ship. All the martyrs and heroes of thu
past were deluded fools. Bruno, fol
what he believed to be true, walked
bravely to the stake. Now, flesh ant
blood did not choose fagot and fame
Bruno, the animal, did not love roasting
flesh. He did not burn because he ha(
a fancy for fire. He walked to the stalk,
because the man was found not in tn
flesh, but in the unseen, immortal char
acter which defed fame. Is characte
a delusion?
POETRY LIE.
The man who holds the creed of mat
ter must say also that poetry is a lie, ar
a swindle, music a myth. The poe