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“While there's Life there's Hope.” VOL. XII. {DECEMBER 6, 1888. No. 310, 28 West TWENTY-THIRD STREET, New York. Published every Thursday, $5.00 year in advance, postage free. Single topics, wg cents. Back nombers can be bad by applying to this office, Vol. 1, bound, $15.00; Vol. I1., bound, $10.00; Vols. IIL, 1V., V.. VIL, VIL, VAIL, 1X!, X'and XI., bound, of in flat numbers, at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. Subscribers wishing address changed will greatly facilitate matters by sending old address as well as new. OLICE INSPECTOR BONFIELD, of Chicago, in his dealings with the thugs and assassins who call them- selves Anarchists, in that city, has shown himself to be a brave man and an able officer, but, nevertheless, he becomes ridiculous when he talks seriously of an organized outbreak on the centennial anniversary of the fall of the Bastile, which occurs next July. The Anarchist leaders are not fools, though the bulk of their following lacks understanding, and the leaders know as well as anybody else that an Anarchist outbreak in any American city on the anniversary of the fall of the Bastile, or at any other time, would result in a tre- mendous accession of business to the Anarchist undertakers. Another affair such as the Haymarket massacre would re- sult in the sweeping of the Anarchists from the continent. . . . UT, while no one need fear any real harm to American institutions, or to the security of the Government at the hands of the Anarchists, there is always danger that the cowardly leaders, who incite their ignorant followers to deeds they dare not attempt themselves, may unintentionally precipitate some such another calamity as the Haymarket massacre. There is actual danger, for instance, that some deluded fanatic, who believes that his leaders are in earnest and that the Haymarket thugs are martyrs, may assassinate Judge Gary, Judge Grinnell, or Inspector Bonfield himself, or even dynamite a public building with fatal results. It is for this reason that the Anarchist “ Sunday-schools,” where growing American children are being taught hostility to Americanism, ought to be suppressed. If the law in Illinois is not sufficient to effect this now, let the law be changed until it shall be in the power of the police to break up all such incendiary institutions. . . . T is an injustice to the children whose minds are thus being poisoned by the mercenary wretches who are at the head of the anarchist organization, that they are not protected from the foes of the government under which they must spend their lives. And here again the argument is brought back to our common schools that must be the foundation of our governmental system. If all American children of foreign parentage were given a common-school education, Anarchy would die of itself in one generation if not augmented from other countries. . ° ° OME more foolish Americans, who dearly love a lord, have been taken in by an impostor, this time in Cleveland, out in the Ohioan wilds. This particular impostor called himself “ Lord Vane Tempest,” and his was the same game that “Lord Hugh Courtenay" found profitable in Buffalo a decade ago, and in Newark only a twelvemonth since. No well-regulated American can feel much sympathy for the dupes of these bogus noblemen, for the simple reason that they are the victims of their own un-American snob- bishness. None of the imitation lords who have imposed upon us simple-minded, liberty-loving democrats have come among us with any proper credentials. Each one has only intimated, in a dark and mysterious manner, that he was of superior clay to the common herd, and then dropped a hint to some truckling ass about a title, and straightway he be- came a hero. After that he only needed to dress badly and to adopt the manners of an underbred drayman, and his success was assured. . . . ‘67 ORD VANE TEMPEST” seems to have operated the game with a little more cleverness than his pre- decessors; that is, he did not wait to be exposed. Having partaken of the hospitality of Cleveland and borrowed all the ready money of her generous sons, he departed by night and was seen no more. ‘ Lord Courtenay” was foolish enough to remain until he was found out in both Buffalo and Newark. He was an English groom, but he was shrewd enough to know that his lack of culture and his disregard of the ordi- nary conventions of polite society were the surest grounds upon which to represent the British aristocrat. There is, at least, one sturdy democrat who came in contact with “ Cour- tenay " who can remember the circumstance with a degree of pride. This was the Buffalo man who could not stand the bogus nobleman’s arrogance, though he believed him to be what he represented himself, and ordered him out of his house, bag and baggage. All the rest of “Courtenay’s” victims were content to put up with the airs of the masquer- ading groom—that they would never have countenanced in an American—because they believed him to be a lord. Yea, and verily, the soreness of the dupe of “Courtenay” and “ Tempest,” who has paid his good American money as the price of the sacrifice of his Americanism and has got only the jeers of a harsh world in return, is well deserved. He should have pity, perhaps, but not sympathy. PN comicbooks.com