Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-16

were preparing to 90 home when we re-
ceived telegram to hasten at once t" Daw-
son Station to clean up q small freight
wreck which had just occurred there Our
train with its workmen was soon speeding
on its way to the scene of the wreck. When
within mile of the point named in the
message the speed was slackened in order
that might get off to signal approaching
trains and warn them of danger.
The wreck was much greater than it was
thought to be and it required many hours of
hard work before the debris was cleared
away and travel could be resumed.
I kept my watch and schedule in view so
that! could keep myself we'll posted as to
the time Of trains, especially the high class
ones.
Asleep on Railroad Track.
Being stationed fully mile from the
scene of the wreck, 1 passed the time away
walking backward and forward, always
keeping close watch in the direction from
whence expected trains. 1 glanced at my
watch again. In fifteen minutes the Wes-
tern express would be due. concluded to
seat myself on the rail to await its ap-
proach. Being weary, I did not think that
1 had been seated more than minute when
I fell fast asleep. And in that sleep had
q most horrible dream I fancied myself
tied on the track. / could see heavy train
bearing down upon Inc at n trightful speed.
1t was a most wonderful triumph for
DR.. s Spurzheim and Gall to so determine
the brain indication, to locate even the
separate organs and assign their functions
albeit they probably never in their day,
realized the full significance OF their dis
. ho xuffh thn
slightest risk of successful refutation, that
all that pertains to life, to volitIon, to con-
sciousness to mentality, can now be con-
clusively and scientifically accounted for,
that every phase, feature, fact, force or
phenomenon may yield to solution, in short
that there is not single thing for an under
standing of which we need grope or confess
ourselves supine.
Taking Care Of the Furnace.
But a few thoughts with reference to the
treatment extended to the generator: There
is probably nowhere under the canopy an
other thing on which if imposed such in
considerate, outrageous and atrocious abuse
as the average enlightened ed (?) human be-
ing extends to his stomach.
Is 1t any wonder that we die? No!
It is rather miracle that we live.
1t is a fact that, from a scientific point of
view, we live longer than we ought. What
messes unsuitable in kind and unreasonable
in time are dumped into this poor and con-
tinuously working servant. Who considers
fitness or quality of material in its relation
to generating electricity? A generator?
1t is rather sink, a sewer, Pandora's box
from which winged ills, ornamented with
deaths heads and cross bones, fly forth as
from q cauldron in some inferno!
From the swill-tub to which the general
human stomach Is transformed, what
perniciousness has not gone forth. The
ideas with claws, with bat-like wings and
satanic heads, can all be traced to the soured
putrescence of some ill-conditioned stomach.
There is recuperative provision, that
once in about seven years, completely re-
places each particle in the human anatomy
and were we wise and did we grasp and
did we care, of this we might avail our
of useful life into the GEN.
turies. As it is, there. is
an occasional octogenarian in whom this
principle is not wholly extinguished, but
who comes to ''second sight" who again
'cuts teeth poor nature, sometimes not
completely crushed, trying to throw hint
of what might be.
Death Is Physical Insolvency.
What is death? A summons simply that
the credit fund is all exhausted; that there
is nothing left in the bank to call, that the
hour of physical insolvency, Of recuperative
bankruptcy has come. 1t may be solemn,
but it is just. Who did it? Who was the
sinner?
In his wild and hilarious, or dull and un-
thinking, grizzling and gormandizing, did
the stoker ever pause to study? Did he
note whether he stocked with bread or stone,
ere he Joined the monumental band, whose
mounds are only testimonials to outraged
natural law?
But ashes and clinker, draught and CRATE,
and stack, lung and liver, kid
ney and pump-ah He learns at length,
but he learns it late, that it was machine he
had in charge-how was he in manage
ment? How was Sitting Bull in trigonome-
try? Are some hale longer than others and
others longer still? Who sets the limit?
Who stops to study, to know, to comply?
1t is hard to tell to what limit this ma
chine might not be run, if run in all ways
But when to all other i'm
to cap and crown it all, is added,
alcoholic swill and noisome,
nicotinish juice and smoke!
Oh, fools that they are, to tread where
their only deliverance from bondage lies in
death! When all that is left, Is only a
pile of feebiy animated junk, then they
think to find regeneration and salvation in
1uackish "elixir, " in "bi-chloride'' e''-of dirt,
The while in the focus of a law both in
sxorable and eternal
Poor. deluded victims, We might have
been almost as the gods, but We would not.
Rather ye yield to the song of the insane
'iren that only soothes to slow but surely
suicidal sleep! n.