The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-07-03

nations are waving. the batteries of al
nations are booming. Look here! Mer
have not made such wonderful sue
cess of government that they need b
afraid that woman should ever take {
turn at power. The fact Is that mer
have made bad mess of il. The mosi
damnably corrupt things on earth !,
American politics after men have had
it all their own way in this country fol
l2l years Other things being equal
for there are fools among women as
well as among men-I say others
things being equal, woman has gen
orally keener sense OF what is right
and what is wrong than has msn-has
naturally more faith in God, and knows
better how to make self-sacrifices and
would more boldly act against intern
| perance and the social evil, and worse
things might come to this country than
supreme court room and a senate
chamber and house of representa-
tives in which womanly voices were
sometimes heard. We men had better
drop some of the strut out of our
pompous gait and with a little SUI
perciliousness thrust the thumbs into
the sleeves of our vests, and be
less apprehensive of the other
Sex, who seem to be the
Lords favorites from the fact that Es
has made more of chem. II woman
had possessed an influential and con-
trolling vote on Capitol hill at Wash
ington and in the English parliament,
do you think that the two ruffian and
murderous nations of the earth could
have gone on until this time with the
butcheries in Armenia and Cuba? No!
The Christian nations would have gone
forth with bread and medicine, and
bandages and military relief, until the
Turks have had no throne to sit
on. and Weyler, the commanding
assassin in Cuba would have
been thrust into prison a.
dark as that in which they murdered
DIR. Ruiz. avn no advocate for fema 70
suffrage. and do not know whether it
would be best to have it; but point
you to the queen of Great Britain and
the nation over which she rules rs
proof that woman may be pr
litically dominant and prosperity
reign. God save the queen, whsthor
now, on the throne in Bucking-
ham palace.
And now pray God that day after
tomorrow, the uncertain skies OF En-
gland, SO economic of sunshine, may
pour golden light upon all the scene,
and that since the day when, in West
minister abbey, the girlish queen took
in one hand the scepter, and in the
other the orb Of empire, there may have
been no day so happy as that one In
which she shall this week rec Give
the plaudits of Christendom. May
she be strengthened in her aged body
to ride the whirlwind of international
excitement, and her failing vision bs
iliumined with bright memories of the
past and brighter visions of the future,
and when she quits the throne of earth
may she have throne in Heaven, and
es the doors of the eternal palace are
swung open, may the question of the
text sound in her enraptured ears:
What wilt thou, Queen Esther?'
But as all of US will be denied at
on that sixtieth anniversary
invite you, not to the an.
niversary OF a coronation, but to q
itself-aye, TO two corona
lions. Brought up as we are, we love
as no other form of government that
which is republican and democratic
we, living on this side of the sea, can
not so easily ds those living on the 9TH
err side of the sea, appreciate the two
to which all up and
t1A
are urgently invited. Some Of
you have such morbid ideas of
religion that you think of it as going
down into a dark cellar, or out on
barren commons, or as a hagellation;
when, so far from dark cellar, it is a
palace, and instead of barren COM
mons it is garden, atoss with the
brightest fountains that were ever
and instead of fagellation
it is coronation, but coronation ut
terly eclipsing the one whose sixtieth
is now being celebrated.
1t was a great day when David,
the little king, who was large
enough to thrash Goliath, took the
crown at Rabbah-a crown weigh
ing talent of gold and encircled with
precious stones-and the people shout
ed: Long live the king" 1t, was
great day when Pctrarch, surrounded
by II patrician you this, clothed in scar.
let, received from senator the laurel
crown, and the people shouted: Long
live the poet" 1t was a great day
when Mark Antony put upon Caesar
the. mightiest tiara of all the earth,
and in honor of Divine authority Caesar
had it placed afterward on the
head of the statue of Jupiter
Olympus. 1t was great day
when the greatest of Frenchmen
took the diadem of Charlemange and
put it on his own brow. 1t was great
day when, about an eighth of a mile
from the gate Of Jerusalem, under q
sky pallid with thickest darkness, and
on mountain trammeled of earth
quake, and the air on fire with Tho
of a mob, n crown of
spikes was put upon the pallid and
agonized brow of our Jesus. But that
particular coronation, amid tears and
blood and groans and shivering cata-