and with their honor-if you call that fear of getting into the penitentiary, honor-I have known men that would trust that heart and that honor with a woman, but not their pocket-book—not a dollar bill. When I see a man of that kind, I think they know better than I do which of these three articles is the most valuable.

I believe that marriage should be a perfrct partnership; that woman shall have all the rights that man has, and one more the right to be protected. I believe in marriage.

It took hundreds and thousands of years for woman to get from a state of abject slavery up to the height even of marriage.

Woman came from a condition of abject slavery, and thousands and thousands of them are in that condition now. I believe marriage should be a perfect and equal partnership. I do not like a man who thinks he is boss. I do not like a man who thinks he is the head of the family. I do not like a man who thinks he has got authority and that the woman belongs to him-that wants for his wife a slave. I would not have a slave for my

wife.

I tell my children this: Go where you may, commit what crime you may, fall to what depths of degredation you may, I can never shut my arms, my heart, or my door to you. As long as I live you shall have one sincere friend: do not be afraid to tell anything wrong you have done; ten to one if I have not done the same thing.

I am not perfection, and if it is necessary to sin in order to have sympathy, I am glad I have committed sin enough to have sympathy. The sternness of perfection

I do not want. I am going to live so that my children. can come to my grave and truthfully say, "He who sleeps here never gave us one moment of pain.”

Give a child a chance. When I was a boy we always went to bed when we were not sleepy, and we always got up when we were sleepy. Let a child commence at which end of the day they please, that is their business; they know more about it than all the doctors in the world. The voice of nature, when a man is free, is the voice of right, but when his passions have been dammed up by custom, the moment that is withdrawn he rushes to some excess. Let him be free from the first. Let your children grow in the free air and they will fill your house with perfume.

In the first place this world is not very well adapted to raising good people; there is but one-quarter of it land to start with; it is three times as well adapted to fish culture as it is to man, and of that one-quarter there is but a small belt where they raise men of genius. There is one strip from which all the men and women of genius come. When you go too far north you find no brain, when you go too far south you find no genius, and there never has been a high degree of civilization except where there is winter. I say that winter is the father and mother of the fireside, the family of nations; and around that fireside blossom the fruits of our race. In a country where they don't need any bed clothes except the clouds, revolution is the normal condition-not much civilization there. When in the winter I go by a house where the curtain is a little bit drawn, and I look in there and see children poking the fire and wishing they had as many dollars or knives or something else as there are

sparks; and when I see the old man smoking and the smoke curling above his head like incense from the altar of domestic peace, the other children reading or doing semething, and the old lady with her needle and shears —I never pass such a scene that I do not feel a little ache of joy in my heart.

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The Old and the New.

We must remember that this is a world of progress, a world of change. There is perpetual death, and there is perpetual birth. By the grave of the old forever stands youth and joy; and, when an old religion dies a better one is born. When we find out that an assertion is a falsehood, a shining truth takes its place, and we need not fear the destruction of the false. The more false we destory the more room there will be for the true. There was a time when the astrologer sought to read in the stars the fate of men and nations. The astrologer has faded from the world, but the astronomer has taken his place, There was a time when the poor alchemist, bent and wrinkled and old, over his crucible endeavored to find some secret by which he could change the baser metals into purest gold. The alchemist is gone; the chemist took his place; and, although he finds nothing to change metals into gold, he finds something that covers the earth with wealth.

Superstition must go. Science will remain. The brain of the world is not yet developed. There are intellectual diseases the same as diseases of the body. Intellectual mumps and measles still afflict mankind. Whenever the new comes, the old protests, and the old fights

for its place as long as it has a particle of power.

And we are now having the same warfare between superstition and science that there was between the stage-coach and the locomotive.

But the stage-coach had to glory and power, but it is gone.

go. It had its day of It went West. In a

little while it will be driven into the Pacific, with the last Indian aboard.

So in the schools of medicine. You can rememberso can I when the old allopathist reigned supreme. If there was anything the matter with a man, they let out his blood. Called to his bedside, they took him to the edge of eternity with medicine, and then practiced all their art to bring him back to life. One can hardly imagine how perfect a constitution it took, a few years ago, to stand the assault of a doctor. And long after it was found to be a mistake, hundreds and thousands of the old physicians clung to it; carried around with them, in one pocket a bottle of jalap, and in the other a rusty lancet, sorry that they couldn't find some patient idiotic enough to allow the experiment to be made again.

A Touching Incident.

Only a little while ago there was a ship from Liverpool out eighty days with its rudder washed away; for ten days nothing to eat—nothing but the bare decks and hunger; and the captain took a revolver in his hand, put it to his brain and said: Some of us must die for the others, and it might as well be I." One of his companions grasped the pistol and said, "Captain, wait; wait one day more. We can live another day." And the next morning the horizon was rich with a sail, and they were saved.

Recollect This.

Recollect that everything except the demonstrated truth is liable to die. That is the order of nature. Words die. Every language has a century. Every now and then a word dies and a tombstone is erected, and across it is written the word "obsolete." New words are continually being born. There is a cradle in which a word is rocked. A thought is molded to a sound, and a child-word is born. And then comes a time when the word gets old and wrinkled and expressionless, and is carried mournfully to the grave, and that is the end of it.

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A Little Suspicious.

If a man should tell you that he had the most beautiful painting in the world, and, after taking you where it was, should insist upon having your eyes shut, you would likely suspect either that he had no painting or that it was some pitiable daub. Should he tell you that he was