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not been sacrificed in the always unavailing attempt to wrest the secrets from the icy grip of the Arctic. Is science a Juggernaut who must roll on her way over crushed lives and maimed bones? Suflicient has been dis- covered to demonstrate that no advantage to mankind can result from any further dis- covery of the secrets of the far north. Whether there be an open Polar Sea—as poor Greeley and his companions may be assumed to have proved at so fearful a cost— or whether the Palwocrystic Sea of the Eng- lish Explorers locks the Pole forever from the view of men, it is evident that the far north holds nothing of real utility to man- kind. Henceforth, Arctic explorations can be little more than an expression of scientific curiosity—a morbid curiosity, we might well term it, in view of the fatal results of such expeditions. And since human life should | be of more value than the guess unanswerable conundrums of na hope that no more live fruitless, purpose ng at the ure, let us will be sacrificed in voyages to the Arctic. WHY THEY LOVE HIM. for the enemies he has made,” say Cleveland’s admirers, Then they love him for. the tears he caused | poor work girls to shed, for the added hours of labor he has been the means of imposing on the laborer, for the heartless apathy, the careless selfishness that have made him the foe of every man, woman, and child in this broad land who earns daily bread by the sweat of his brow, And do they love him for the friends he | has made—for the Davidsons and ‘“ Hot” Thompsons; for the monopolists whose schemes he has helped out, for the ring of which he is the very linmble servant? In that case we do not envy the likes and dislikes of Cleveland’s admirers. E love him Tue Democrats and their Dependents have inaugurated a regular mud-slinging campaign. is conc As far as the head of their ticket ned they are safe from reprisals. There is not enough of Cleveland, politically speaking, to sling mud at. ‘Who breaks a butterfly upon the wheel?” Tur stampede from the Democratic ticket can no longer be called a bolt, It is all-per- vading, univers: With the exception of the ring that nominated him, the handful of scaly Republicans who have to swallow him or starve, and a few monopolists whom the Governor’s vetoes have enabled to con- tinue to grind down the poor, Cleveland has not a friend left among that section of the Democratic party who can read and reason. Mr. Scrrurz demies that he has a control- ing interest in a St. Louis German paper, which is advocating Blaine and refuses to stomach Cleveland. We congratulate our St. Louis contemporary. Reappearance of the precious crank who insists on worshipping accor- ding to the dictates of his own conscience, and making everybody else do the same! Sweet Country Cousins. ‘Tie sweet country cousins! ob, arn't they a treasure? handy to have at vacation time! ‘or paying one’s board is too costly a pleasure, When all can be had without spending a dime. How pleasant to live on rich cream and ripe berric Fresh, golden-hued butter, and cakes light and warm, ree use of the horses, the carts and the wherries, Of sweet country cousins who live on the farm, How dear are the sweet cot How fi But straightway your faces begin to grow glummer, At thoughts of their visit, next winter, to town. ousins in summer, nt the meadow, romantic the down; The theatre, the concert, the lectur xpended in tickets—the thought gives a qualm; sequel to summer is not quite so funny — Why don't the sweet cousins remain ¢ the mon their farm? pws 7, stEny THe opposition is beginning to fight shy of Logan’s war record. ‘They attempted to stir it up at first, but they soon dropped it. The more it was ventilated the more glorious it appeared. ‘They now consider that it is a very good proverb which recommends that a sleeping dog be allowed to sleep. Henry Warp Bercner reads the pray- ers ‘‘ for those at sea,” with special empha sis now. It is supposed that he is referring to the Democrats. The Book of the Tribes of Columbia. cuar y Hi Sermon in the Synagogue; He He Secketh an Ash- Barrel, The High Pri 1. Ly those times there lived in Brooklyn a High Priest of God, named Euryward, with the surname of Beecher. 2. But, though he was a pr nay, he was a mudd and had been mixed up in many 3. Y ady affai , even had he been brought before nd been tried by the tribunal; the servant of the Lord, he was not impr'soned. 4. Now it came to pass that the people, having assembled to choose a ruler, made Blaine their choice. And when Enryward heard this, he arose and cussed, and was exceeding wroth. Yet he bided his time until the Sab- h came, when he was to speak the Lord’s word. 6. The Sabbath came; and the High Priest Enryward arose and went into the Synagogue: And behold, the faithful were gathered there to hear the word of the Lord. For they expected it from the mouth of their priest. 8, And in that expectation those good people got left. 9. For, when Enryward ascended into the pulpit, he spake naught of the holy word, but of matters which were not conceived of the prophets. comicbooks.com