Judge — September 6, 1884 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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was started by the New York Times, and certainly that is not a quarter to which any one would look for any evidences of taste. Ifowever, the 7imes has torn the snow and ice from those Arctic graves most effectually, and all the horrors are now public property From what the Greely party did we may judge what it suffered, and while our pity for the brave men is increased and our admirs tion in no way diminished, we feel con- strained to again ask the question—was it worth it all? What secret can that impene- tratable North hold to be an equivalent for so much human suffering, a fair return for so many gallant lives. FRANCE AND CHINA. Tur long-brewing difficulty eand China has culminated at last, » nations are fairly at war, © We mia now be content to await developments. France has much to lose and little to gain. China has everything to lose and nothing to gain. It scems a senseless war, i i nominally fighting to enforce the p: of money which, compared with what the war may cost her, mere trifle. That the neutral powers will allow her to establish a permanent empire in China she cannot hope. One thing will be interesting to What effect, if any, will the asuz note. on the Chinese emigration to California? CLEVELAND'S letter of acceptance is quite brief. It is long enough, though, to return full thanks for all the good his nomimation is likely to do him, A CONTEMPORARY been at pains to to collect a few European opinions on the Presidential candidates. to be sati sensus of American opinion, which has de- manded and is going to elect Blaine. After all, foreigners who continue to inhabit their native country cannot have much effect on We are disposed our election here. Tue defacement of the tomb-stone of Blaine’s infant son is one of the most horri- ble evidences of party fecling we ever re- member to have read of. Tue Junge is sorry for many worthy and respectable Dem- ocrats who, while they execrate the act of vandalism, cannot fail to sec that the world will look for the perpetrators in the bosom of their party. Tur World has some remarks to make about the commencement of the English shooting season, quoting a London paper's statement relative to the abundance of young birds on the moors, and adding, -out of its own superabundant wisdom, the information that the birds are tame and are shot in cov- erts around English country houses. ‘The grouse shooting season commences on the twelfth of August; the birds are mainly between | 1 with the all-but-universal con- | | brain he ever had, and he probably regards A CHANCE FOR ASS Com tisston r able of self-xupporl.” Cairaix—** } Commisstonen—* What?” Captain, you must return this man, ISTED IMMIGRANTS, He ix am idiot, and incap- ‘au forget, there is one employment open to him.” Cartats—* Writing editorials for the ‘Independent? newspapers 1” found on Scotch moors, wild as the and are usually as World’s own statements. Covert shooting and pheasant battucs are never But the things which the World writes ignorantly | about in the course of a year would fill a | volume as big as Webster's Unabridged. indulged in much before Christmas. Tuene is a forlorn hope among the Demo- crats that Cleveland may yet be induced to withdraw from the contest. We fear the hope is illusive. ‘The unexpected favors which fortune has showered upon Grover’s head of late years have unbalanced whatever himself, by this time, asa Democratic leader. And in any event we do not believe that even such drastic measures could affect the issue of the campaign at this late day, Truth is stranger than campaign docu- | ments, ‘Turee-Year-o1p Hazen was being rocked to sleep, the other evening. he little lids were fast drooping as the mother sang, “Jesus, lover of my soul Let me to thy bosom fl but here they popped wide open, and with adeliberative air Hazel asked, “ Mamma, do | bosom flies ever bite? ‘act. t Out of Date. Phy pencil point Is out of joint y pictures lately A pencil-power here below; But that is past, Poor, poor T. Nast, And other artists, rising fast, Have passed thee by, And that is why Methinks thou'dst better go and die Toil mi Thou can’st not gain A single vote from James And #0, T. Nast, Outstripped and passed Live on the of what thou wast, Freneu plate—Sil vous plait. ht and main, Biaine. AN old sea-dog always has‘more than one tale. A MAN with acold in his head is like a waterfall—he is catarrh-racked, Tr “woman is the Sunday of man,” as Michelet says, Sunday is pretty generally observed.