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his bauds as much as did G. C., but he is too shrewd to say so. There’s a possibility of an extra ses sion of the senate to consider the San to Domingo treaty unless the pressure or the wheedling induces enough Democrats to vote for that preposter ous scheme to ratify it r Snarling Republics. Those Americans who are aching to see the United States and Japan go to war are now turning their gloating eyes to poor little Honduras and Nica ragua in hopes to see them fall to pull ing each other’s hair. It’s a pity that these Central American toy republics haven’t sense enough to behave them selves and to devote their time to the arts of peace for which nature intend ed them rather than to the art of war, for which they are poorly equipped. It would be a good thing for ail concern ed —and to us —if they would unite with the Mexican republic, becoming ' an integral part thereof, but reahy that’s too good a thing to hope for. So they will go on, ad innnitum, yowling, spitting, scratching and going through the motion of nghting each otner. R Missouri. We have heard from old Missouri, and our heart is light and gay. She is once more uemocrauc clean from Pixe to Nodaway, And we hear the roosters crowing in loud and lusty tone, While tne echoes are resounding all the way from Polx to atone. We have heard from old Mist uni, and she’s back again in line, And our heart is lined wnn rapture, and were feeling mighty nne. I- 1 •I I 1 I 4 We have heard from old Missouri, and were feenng govd touay. She has turned about in gladness from the error of her way. She has shouted out the tidings that she 11 never err again, And we near the echoes roiling all the way from Cass to vVayue. We have heard from old Missouri; sue s again wituin the ranxs, And our cup of joy brims over, and our heart is full of thanas. We have heard from old Misouri, and the news was full of joy; Still the old state s Democratic —that’s the truth without aiioy. Clear from Atchison to Butler and then bacx again to Rails Comes tne word luat she is ready when the voice of duty cans. We have heard from oid Missouri; she is standing stanch and true, And the sun of nope is suiumg in a sky that’s fair and blue. —Will L. Maupin. R Shakespeare or Lord Bacon or who ever wrote the Shaxespeare piays com plains of the laws delay, which has been astoundingiy demonstrated in tne cases of the commonwealth of Ken tucky versus Caleb rowers and of the United Slates against Representative Binger Hermann, of Oregon, rowers is indicted for murdering Governor Goebel eight years ago and if guilty ougnt io nave been hanged long ago. He nas been convicted three limes and is about to be tried again. Hermann is under indictment for destroying gov ernment records while McKinley was in the White House and has never been tried at ail, though he has press ed for trial. Powers, Hermann and Senator Smoot are liable to die of old age before their cases are disposed of. CHAMP CLARK. R R R A Nevada judge has enjoined min ers from stealing valuable ore. He oould add to his popularity by enjoin ing promoters from selling worthless wtocJr. THE MAN WITH THE HOE. Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his noe and gazes on the ground, lue euipuness of ages in uit> luce, Anu on uis Uucx the bmueu of the world. Who muue him dead to rapture and despair, A thing mat grieves not and that never Uupeo, Stolid and scuuued, a brother to the ux.' Who loosened and let down this bru tal ja «v t Whose «as me hand that slanted back mis mow t Whose ui earn oiew out the light with in mio main? Is this the Thing the Lord God made auu gave To have uoiuxuion over sea and land; lo trace me smrs auu searcu me neaveus lor power; To feei me pusotuu. of naernity? is Luis me uream tie uieuoied who suapeu me sous. And mui«.eu me*r ways upon the an uxcui ueepf Down an me suremh of Hell to its last gun There no shape more terrible than tUio — More leagued with censure of the worms blind greed — More hued wim sxgus aud portents for tue soui — More fraugut witm menace to the uni verse. What gulfs between him and the sera punn! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of pleiades? Wnat me long reaches of tne peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose ? Through this dread shape the suffer ing ages look; Time’s tragedy is in that aching stoop; Through inis dread shape humanity betrayed, Plundered, profaned, and disinherited, Cries protest to the J udges of the World, A protest that is also prophecy. O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched? How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes? O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, How will the future reckon with this man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world? How will it be with kingdoms and with kings— With those who shaped him to the thing he is— When this dumb Terror shall reply to God, After the silence of the centuries? —Edwin Markham. R R R The farmers are preparing for this year’s crop. Well, they have all the facts before them and can act intelli gently. Tom Watson’s two publications feel perfectly at home In Georgia. They are well edited and are beautifully printed. —Darien, Ga., Gazette. nil- Vvkkki \ if kFkksokiAN NOTES ON LINCOLN. Some Recollections of the Martyred President in Civil War Days. (From the New York Tribune.) President Lincoln as he impressed a girl not yet out of her teens was the timely subject of a paper read by Mrs. Mary Coffin Johnson at the monthly meeting of the Daughters of Ohio in New York, held yesterday af ternoon. Mrs. Johnson herself was the girl, and her paper was made up of notes which she jotted down at the time. “Married at seventeen,’’ she said, “I was fond, like many other girls, of taking little trips to Washington. Like a school girl, I was given to writ ing down in my diary the things I saw and heard, aud I made careful note of every time I looked at Lin coln. “The first time I saw him he was standing up at his full height, calm and unconcerned, apparently in an open barouche, opposite my door m the street of a southwestern city. The carriage moved slowly, the street being blocked by masses of people, and I, like every one else, gaped at him with all my eyes. Unattractive he was in his personal appearance, un polished, with no pretensions in his manner to superiority, and yet some thing about him, something in his dig nity and simplicity and the strong in dividuality of his presence, impress ed me very deeply. And I was not easily impressed at that time,” Mrs. Johnson remarked parenthetically, “by any serious person. “Lincoln was a thorough Kentucky an in appearance. At the time of which 1 speak his national reputation was a matter of months only. He had no thought at that time of inter fering with slavery in the states where it already existed. He had won the high confidence of his party and a reu utation for wisdom and telling oratory by his speeches in his controversy with Stephen A. Douglas; and now, being newly elected to the presidency, he was on his way to the capitol to take his seat. Even then many of the states were wavering, signs of the coming conflict were visible, but none of us dreamed as we looked at Lin coln how serious the conaict w’ould be, nor that we were looking at the great protagonist to be. “Three years later I was in Wash ington. My first glimpse of him there was at a formal function, where I had the pleasure of a handshake and a brief word from the president. The following Sunday I sat but a few yards away from the pew which the presi dent occupied at the New York Ave nue Presbyterian Church, and I was struck by his careworn look, by the lines which the past three years had drawn in his face. “Near the close of January, 1865, I went again to Washington. With our party were several men who repre sented a noble, unpaid charity which the cival war had brought into exist ence, the United States Christian Com mission. These men had an interview with President Lincoln at the white house by appointment, and 1 was al lowed to accompany them. “We arranged ourselves in the great east room, and after a little delay the president came in. We rose to our feet. George H. Stewart, president of the commission, addressed him, speaking < the trust the people had in him and alluding to the sympathy be had shown the poor fellows in the southern pris ons, and thanking him also for the aid the commission had received at his hands. “The president stood with clasped hands, tall and gaunt (that familiar descritpion is really the only one that fits his figure). He was even more haggard than when I had last seen him, a year before. " ’You owe me no thanks,* he said, ‘for what I may have been able to do for you, or for our brave men in the field, and if I may be permitted to say it, 1 owe you no thanks for what you are doing so well. We are alike working for the cause, and It is be cause the cause is just that we find joy in the work.’ “Then the president shook hands with the members of the commission and asked the party to come into the blue room. He wanted some “person al conversation,’ he said. I remem ber him as he sat in his chair, in the same awkward position made familiar to us by the pictures of him. He con versed with the same freedom ne would have shown if he had been mak ing a neighborly call back in Illinois. “Two evenings after that there was gathered at the capitol one of the most distinguished assemblies ever conven ed in America. The members of the diplomatic corps were there, and the cabinet, including Secretary of War Stanton. Schuyler Colfax was present; so were James G. Blaine and Admiral Farragut, in full uniform. The occa sion of this meeting was the anniver sary of the united States Christian Commission, and its special feature a discussion of the dreadful conditions of tne soldiers connned in the south ern prisons. Presently President Lin coln cuiue in, followed by two ouicers, and slipped into a seat in a row occu pied by 'plain citizens.’ The most telling recicais were the ones made by Chaplain C. C. McCabe (afterward Bishop ivicCabe), and by a war corres pondent, A. B. Ricuardson, wno but a snort time before nan escaped from tue Dansbury stocxaue in Norm Caro lina, and alter weens of wandering in tne mountains had finally reached tne union lines. As Mr. Kicnarusun stood and mixed, so weax from nis experiences tnat he had to enng to a table for support, 1 saw President Lincoln’s arm go up to his eyes. “During tne evening rhuip Puillips, at tnat time a weii-xuown smger aud composer oi nymus, sat down at me piano and sang a song which nad late ly been written, ’lour Mission.’ Tne president toox a scrap of paper from his pocxet aud wrote a note, wmeh he UauueU up to me chairman. After ward i saw mat note, it was: 'Near close of evening let us have Xour Mis sion” repeated by Pniiip Puiiiips. Don t say i called for it.’ “The song was rendered, and the chairman announced that it was by tne request of one wuo»e authority was not to be questioned.’ Us course, ev ery one xnew tnat that meant me stuop-shodiuered, sau-iaced, attentive ligule sitiiug in me nuuuie of tue hall, aioug »»un tue piaiu pcopie’ ne roved. **iwo nioatus alter tins cauie tne trageuy of Laucoin s death.’’ R R R The British Vice Consul at Rouen reports tnat the cultivation in franco of the new potato brought from Uru guay nas been observed for some Umo with great interest. The variety is called “Solarium commersonall violet," is said to possess excellence of taste as well as nutritive value, and is equal to the best table pota.o known in France. This varle L y is distinguish ed by its resistance to frost, as also to disease, and its one great advan tage is that it prospers most in a damp and swamp soil, wheer no other kind of potato w'ould grow. Every kind of soil, whether clayey, calcareous, or sllicious, seems equally adapted for its culture, provided it is damp. R R R Tom Watson’s recent article on the negro secret organizations is deserv ing of a careful perusal by the Anglo- Saxon in this country.—Thomaston, Ga., Times. 3