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EDITED BY ENOcH KNIGHT

the young men, and by doing that we save
the race. 1t is going to be hard work, for
the small tribes are scattered all through
the west, and, harassed and driven nearly
crazy AS they are by The government, 1T is
difficult to win over their confidence. They
are absolutely without ambition now. &.
To-day the race is ruined one-ruined by
civilization. Every game with them is a
medium for gambling. There are none of
the manly contests of the old days now.
They're all beggars, too, and even the very
youngest is not ashamed to ask for aims,
They live only to eat and sleep, and their
thoughts are always of the present. The
Indian spirit is broken, and nothing but
systematic work will ever revive it,"
Here if food for reflection and basis for
| action at the same time. When man
who has been educated at the government
phase of the Indian question, makes such
| a disclosure as this it is worthy OF the most
prayerful consideration.
OUTRAGEOUS LUBRICITIES
Under the heading, Novel of Lubricity, a
reviewer in The Bookman for the current
month, has scathing article on Juda. the
Obscure, by Thomas Hardy. 1t is first
pointed out that the story was compara-
lively clean when run as serial, "but as a
| book,' the reviewer says, "he carefully
Sits into it all the omitted filth"
The book, taken as whole, is blotcr
upon literature, and we are heartily glad
that it is receiving the treatment it de-
serves. Its realism is the realism of a
scavenger. In tine language of one of the
most courageous of our critics, 'It ia sim
ply one of the most objectionable books
that we have ever read in any language
whatever. Hence we must condemn it,
without the slightest shade of qualification,
as being both a moral monstrOSity and an
ou rage on art" And this thing to come
from the author of A Pair of Blue Eyes, an
early work that was, on the whole, charm
ing! What will be the end of all this
nastiness?
THE STORY OF THE PILGRIM
Here is fine bit of oratory as we'll as
philosophical fact, from the peroration of
Senator's recent address at Plymouth on
Forefather's day:
"This is the one story to which for us, or
for our children, nothing in human annals
may be cited for parallel, or comparison,
save the story of Bethlehem. There is none
other told in heaven or among men like the
story of the Pilgrim. Upon this rock is
founded our house. Let the rains descend,
and the floods come, and the winds blow
and beat upon that house, it shall not fall.
The saying of our prophet-our Daniel-is
fulfilled. The sons of the Pilgrim have
crossed the Mississippi and possess the
shores of the Pacific. The tree our fathers
set covered at first a little space by the
seaside. 1t has planted its banyan branches
in the ground. 1t has spread along the
lakes. 1t has girdled the gulf 1t has
spanned the Mississippi. 1t has covered
the prairie and the plain. The sweep of its
lofty arches rises over the Rocky noun
tains, and the Cascades, and the Nevadas.
its hardy growth shelters the frozen region
of the far northwest. Us boughs hang over
the Pacific. And in good time-in good
time-it will send it's roots beneath the
waves and receive under its vast canopy
the islands of the sea.
branching so broad and long, that in the
ground
The bended twigs take root, and daughters
grow
About the mother tree, a pillared shade
High overarched and echoing walks between"
THE TRUE TALE OF TRILBY TERsELyi TOLD
There has just arisen most amusing
affair in the Trilby business. 1t is nothing