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,Jt LUaning thnsuamty
Waxing Mammon ism
THE TWIN SPECTERS OF OUR J$GE
- By President Schurman of Cornell
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mean and sordid conception of human life which everjne
prevails,? Among all classes and conditions of people do
you not find a vitally active, if generally unexpressed, belief
that the life of human beings, like the brute creatures about
them, consists in the enjoyment of the material ttainss which
perish in the using?
To irpt nnd to have is the motto not only of the market.
' but of the altar and of the hearth. The energy of the nation
I pouring Itself into production; we are coming to measure man man with
s heart and mind and soul in terms of mere acquisition and possession.
' A waning Christianity and a waxing Mammonism are the twin spectres 01
r age. And between them not only the natural idealism of the spirit, but
e Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule are disavowed or disregarded,
td in their place, at least for the six active days of the week, is the ruthless
I ruggle for life and the success of the strongest, the most cunning or tnu
ost highly favored, whether by powers supernal or by powers Infernal.
But the vast m.iioritv nre f.it:illv handicanried. and goaded either by the
st ice. thev bitterly
snounce a social order in which favored classes monopolize what tney aetm
.e good things of the world.
The call to earn a livelihood is two-fold. If you don't you become a rara
te on the community and you stunt your own nature. The idle rich are an
ccrescence in any properly organized community.
The vice of the age is that men want wealth without undergoing that toil
F which alone wealth Is created. Among the rich and well-to-do business
ad professional classes "grafting" has been so common that the very idea of
jmmercialism has become a by-word and a reproach.
Financiers, capitalists, corporations may be the most conspicuous sinners;
ut equally guilty is the merchant who cheats his customers, or the lawyer
ho shows his client how to circumvent the laws, or the scholar who glorifies
is patron's success in business, irrespective of the method by which that suc
ess was achieved, or the preacher who transfigures the ruthless oppresser
nd robber of six days into the exemplary Christian of the seventn.
We are dealing with the virus of a universal infection. The whole nation,
eeds a new baptism of the old virtue of honesty. The love of money and the
eckless pursuit of it is undermining the national character.
But the nation, thank God. is beginning to perceive the fatal danger. The
eaction caused by recant revelations testifies to a moral awakening. At heart
he cation is still sound, though its moral sense has been too long hypnotized
iy national prosperity.
h The Unlimited Power of h
e T ho "Dannie ?
Ey EX' Governor Frank S. Black,
QvvwVS of New York. rttyl&
T must be remembered that the people are all-powerful.
They can do whatever they decide to do. They are now
checked by their Constitution, but they made even the Con
stitution and they can unmake it. There are at least two
methods of doing this one by amendment and the other by
revolutioa. But the prayer of every patriot in the land will
be that the Constitution shall not now be changed. The
ideas now most popular are also most dangerous. The clam
or is for the limitation of foi tunes, forgetting that that also
neans the limitation of industry; for tha curtailment of the power of the
:ourts, forgetting that that means death to the freedom of the individual; for
Jie equality of men by arbitrary rule, forgetting that this means to clog the
ndustrious and help the lazy. The spirit now abroad if given rein would make
he incompetent equal by law to the skilled, the dissolute equal to the sober,
Jie cheat and shirk equal to the honest man. The people, when they try, can
aze everything to the ground. They may unmake or remake their Constitu
ion. They may, if they like, abolish their courts and legislatures and take
he reins of government directly in their own hands. This means revolution,
)ut are there no precedents for revolution? Is there any prophet abroad In
;hese days who can say how far the people would go in their present temper?
vVould the majority vote to limit private fortunes? Would they vote to re
listribute private estates which were largo; enough to tempt their cupidity?
Vould they curtil the power of the courts? You can answer these questions
is well as any body of men cow living, and you can also answer whether the
juggested changes would be wise.
By George Lincoln Walton, M. D.
O one can acquire the habit of sleep who has not learned the
habit of concentration, of devoting himself single-minded to
the matter in hand. If we practice devoting our minds, as
we do our bodies, to one object at a time, we shall not only
accomplish more, but with less exhaustion. Training in
this direction will help us, on retiring, to view sleep as our
present duty, and a sufficient duty, without taking the oppor
tunity at that time to adjust 'or to try to adjust) all our
, tangles, to review our past sources of discomfort, and to
speculate, upon the ills of the future.
; , ,,A walk, a bath, a few gymnastic exercises, will often serve a useful pur
jo&e before retiring, but if they are undertaken in a fretful and impatient
spirit, and are accompanied by doubts of their effectiveness and the insistent
.nought that sleep will net follow these or any other procedure, they are likely
:o accomplish little.
The best immediate preparation for sleep is the confidence that one will
jleep, and indifference if one dees rot.
This frame of mind is best attained by the habitual adoption or the same
attitude toward all the affairs of life. It i3 an aid in its adoption as regards
Sleep to learn that many have for years slept only a few hours a night, with
out noticeable impairment of their 1 eaith or cemfort. From Lippincott's.
aew Society's ""g
Responsibility for Crime
By Deputy Commissioner Woods, of Hie New York
HERE is r.o sucn tning as a criminal class. Any .v;rf Tjent
with reference to the to-called criminal clasu makes the
prosperous feel entirely too comfortable, sitting at the club
with their after-dinner cigars. It removes the feeling of re
sponsibility from that section of society where it properly be
longs, and places it on heredity and circumstances over
which we have no control. In a large proportion of cases 1
the criminal is society, and not the poor fellow who has gone
X wrong from lack of work, poverty, strangeness to the cus
s and language of the country, or the sudden flash
,f passion common to all of us. Economic pressure and
octoi maladjustment, well within the scope of our power to remedy,
rillSexplain very much of the crime nnd the making of very many of oui cnni
nais. And a great evil in our present f-ocial system is that it too often makes
:k criminal of the first offender the citizen who has slipped over into wrong
ioing once It makes him hardened instead of dealing with him as a human
THE TRADITIONAL SITE OF THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.
AS Christ risen from
the dead? If not, then
the history of nineteen
centuries Is an inso
luble problem, the
Christian Church Is a
gigantic Imposture, the
creed of Christianity is a house built
on the sand, the hope of the Christian
soul is a fond imagination. The grip
of sin has not been loosened, death
Is still the king of terrors, this pres
ent world is our master. Innocence
has suffered her irrevocable defeat,
injustice is seated on the throne for
ever. The meek and the lowly, the
holy and the faithful have been de
spised; the priests and the Pharisees,
the tyrants and the traitors have con
quered. And the most beneficienl
and most radiant vision that ever
visited the human soul is only a
"Kat, drink nnd die, for we are souls be
reaved. Of all the creatures under heaven's wide
We arc most hopeless, who had once
And almost belictiess, that had most be
lieved. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
As of the unjust, also of the just
Yea, nf that Just One. too!
It is the one sail gosjel that is true
Christ is not risen. '
Once a year this question demands
an answer, once a week It stands at
the door, every day as we live and
work, and suffer and trust it, it is
in the background of our minds. We
may go to a distant land for the an
swer to the tomb in Joseph's garden,
said to have been open and empty
on Easter morning. We may consti
tute a court of law to decide the
question, and take the evidence of
the holy women, of the eleven apos
tles of Christ, of Jewish enemies and
a host of other disciples. We can
appeal to the tradition of the church
unbroken through the centuries and
sealed by the sacrament of the Lord's
Supper. We can cite the facts of
history, the conversion of Saint Paul,
the faith of the martyrs, and the
miracle of Pentecost many times re
peated. But this means a long jour
ney and much reading and intricate
Can we not change the form of the
question, and ask it again not has
Christ risen? but is Christ alive? Let
us turn from the centuries and take
the date of this morning's letter; let
us forget Palestine and be content
with our own land; let us close the
books and look at life. Let the schol
ar come from his cloistered seclusion
and the toiler from his workshop, and
the mourner from his shadow, and
meet where all are equal on the
common platform of contemporary
fact and human experience. Were
one dropped from Mars upon this
earth, could he discover that a certain
person called Christ had once lived,
and now was living, nnd was likely
to live forever?
Come first to the church it mat
ters not whether it be St. Peter's at
Rome, or "Mount Zioii" Chapel of
1 J r - - v I r f '
Browning's poem. It is a place of
worship, where the human soul mak
ing Its journey from one world to
the next in the midst of the sad mys
tery of life, unburdens itself of care
and sorrow. So many hundreds or
so many thousands are calling from
the depths of their need unto God,
whom no man hath seen or ever can
see, and they are beseeching His
mercy and His help through whom?
Through Christ Jesus our Lord.
They lift up their voices in a song
of victory between the battle of last
week and the coming battle of this
week, unto whom? Unto Him who .s
loving is and hath washed us from
The crowd pours through the door,
but they are other people than when
they entered. That beaten man has
straightened himself, that widow has
peace upon her face, that outcast has
obtained a glimpse of hope Christ
Come again to this other building
which rivals a church. Within cool
wards, fragrant with flowers and
society; it Is the most practical phil
anthropy that ever has been in
vented; it Is the redemption of the
chief woe of life, the Borrow of the
children. And the founder of this
home of joy Is the friend of little
Better than all the manuscripts,
and all the theologies and all the his
tories are those three evidences of
the living Christ. Here is the living
Christ, whom no grave on earth and
no throne in heaven can hold.
"Though dead, not dead;
Not cone, though fled ;
Not lost, though vanished.
In the great gospel and true creed,
He is yet risen indeed:
Christ is yet risen."
Ian Maclaren, in Youth's Companion.
With heart aflame and eyes tn r1itrh
Yet glowed the wonder of a vision bright,"
In eager haste she sped to comfort bring
To those who sorrowed for their Lord and
"Fe is not dead." nhe cried, her voice
Athrill with rapturous ecstasy.
"Our Lord is risen, empty is the tomb;
Our Lord is risen, past the night of
But they, too jealous of their grief
And Minding tears, believed ner not. lo
The story of the Resurrection Morn
.Seemed but un idle tale in fancy born.
Thev needs must see nnd touch and hear
Before their doubting hearts could certain
That He for whom they mourned in an-
Had triumphed over death forevermore.
O Faith that seeing not, believes,
How dear to Him who died and rose again!
His gift to us was Life, now prant we pray
Our gift to Him be Faith, in Easter Day.
Josephine Robinson, in the Home Mag
All sorts and conditions of rabbits
of apparentlr every age, from the
tiniest bunny to the full-grown size
with large startled eyes and long
pointed ears; chickens, roosters,
ducks and pigeons come in the form
CHIIST IS RISEN.
WOMEN AT THE SEPULCHRE EARLY IN THE MORNING.
adorned with pictures, the sick are
lying. . They are poor people, who
can pay nothing for this kindness.
Some of them have been useless peo
ple, who Vave deserved nothing from
society; some of them are incurable
people, of whom nothing can be
made. Yet the finest science and the
most skilful physicians and the most
faithful women are waiting on them.
Why have they not been left to
perish, as paganism would have left
them? Why should this immense
trouble be taken with them who can
be no gain to any one? There is
another Physician present whom no
one sees; there is another Hand car
ing for the sick which no one feels;
there was a Name on the subscription
list which was never printed Jesus
Once more let us visit a character
istic building of our modern city. It
is an orphanage, and at its back door
in some quiet street where none can
of boxes, to be filled with dainty bon
bons when the head is removed. One
very novel candy box which gives no
suggestion of the goodies within is
a miniature well of cardboard pap
ered to imitate wood, the top covered
in a most realistic manner with rag
ged moss, and the tiny oaken bucket
hung from a silken cord. The top
of the box opens to reveal dozens
of tiny candy eggs of every color and
flavor, and when closet! a small
pompous rooster fastened to the lid
keeps guard over the good things
AN EASTEIt DAY.
Stark garden shrubs, still half nsleep,
In rising pools stand ankle-deep.
The strolling path beneath the gate
Has turned a river, stern and strait.
The Faster rain drives cold and swift;
The dark sky hints no mellow rift,
But stretches obstinate and harsh
Above a lifeless, leallcss marsh.
Oh, joyously one living bit
Of all the greyncss, hid in it,
Pours forth his resurrection strain
Across the rushing Easter rain.
His notes the old-time faith repeat:
He knows that earth is turning sweet,
Is turning warm and fair and kind.
Like inirncle who cannot find
Within his heart? come to the pane.
Listen across the Eastern rain!
Fannie B. Damon, Dexter, Me.
HE IS RISEN.
Th. (III.. .!.,
...ii.i line, ui lug ucil
la prlatlne bul swiy and tweli,
Tbtlr iccred joy to tell. '
Wh!t Jattle roe, tremCIIne. btiitu
Wltb ftlnteat, softeot. pinkest fluih,
And woo tho lark anil thrust
To alnf tbelr parent choral aoni,
Tbelr notea of eratanr wild, atrong.
i from Cairo tin dark prolong.
With toai responalr rliluM tnd awing,
Bleaaed bells of far St. IxiuU ring,
Glad, allrerj tidings bring.
Tha wild March Kiclea, of blue aad 'gold,
Tha ligbtaome winds of spring unfold, '
Tha story wondrous, old
That Jesus, Master, is not dead.
Put from hla acented, rock-hewn bad,
Ue bath la beauty fled
Rick tik hla rentla mother's breast.
ftl One more to be In raptura pressed.
Scrapblclj t rest.
. , . . . , . . -i
sick, utri lo waispcr, tow uu riou
Excellent woraa ot nope aua cnear,
Dispelling gloom and fear.
Into the ears of those who weep
O'er dear ones lu deep grarea asleep,
Where lengthening shadows creep.
Are, back to loTlngly repeat
Hla gospel lessons grand and sweet
Of charity complete.
To bid of (in and strife aqreease,'
Of Easter happiness and peace
A. Ihcusandiold Increase.
Ilumpty Dumpty has country cousins
Who come to the city in spring by dozens;
They make such a brilliant show in town
You'd think that a rainbow had tumbled
Blue and yellow and pink and green,
The gayest gowns that ever were seen,
Purple and j.',old, and oh! such style.
They are all the rage for a little while;
But' their visit is short, for no one stay
After the Faster holidays.
Alas, the time
Is drawing near,
And we won't have
A suit, we fear,
In which to join
The glad parade
Of those who'd put
Us in the shade
By showing oil"
The clothes they wear.
With studied, sup-
The Faster time
Doth wring the heart
Of poor folk who
Dislike to part
With all they have
To trim their backs.
When each of them
Some comfort lacks
Some comfort that
He needs, you know,
And's not put on
For empty show.
Ye gods, what fools
These mortals be,
Both great and small,
Ami you and me!
We must maintain ,
At any wst
And any pain.
That's why we'll sche :
And pry around
Until some sort
Of way is found
To deck ourselves
In brave attire
And be right there
To hear the choir
Sing Faster hymns
In rhythmic iiow,
While squinting at
The hats below..
Paul Cook, in Birmingham Age-iierald..
see, children of misery in rags, in
squalor, marked with wounds, friend
less, ill-used, hopeless, are being re
ceived. WiUii.'i iliia fi;- .idly place
are comfort, healing, teaching, train
ing, peace and gladness. From the
front door in a public place children
are coming out to enter on the du
ties of life, healthy, intelligent, self
reliant and self-respecting. It is the
utilization of the waste products of
Sweet the chime the bells are ringing,
Sweet the carol angels singing;
"Risen is our Lord most glorious,
Over sin and death victorious."
He is risen tell the story
Wafted from His throne of glory;
From the bonds of death set free
O, grave, where is thy victory?
Angels, strike your harps of glory;
Waft, ye winds, the joyful story.
While with happy voice we sing,
Braises to our risen King.
Emily Houseman Watson, in
All that springetli from the sod
Tendeth upwards unto God,
All that comcth from the skies
Urging it anon to rise.
Welcome, then. Time's thrashing pain,
And the furrows where each grain,
Like a Samson, blossom-shorn,
aits the resurection morn.
AN EASTER PRAYER.
So many eyes, tear-blinded, scarcely see
The gracious hope ami promise of th
Though leaf and bud are rich in prophecy.
They have no vision of the blossoming.
Oh, God of pity! at this Fastertide,
May all the sweet, glad promise of the
Steal into troubled hearts, and there
Home Grant visions unto such as these, we
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