Were the people of Martinique wickeder than the people of Cuba or of Long Island? There is a Divinity that doth shape our ends, rough hew them how we will. There is a Providence that sees the sparrows fall, and there are great national disasters that seem to indicate grave and inexcusable national crimes, and to be in punishment for such but to single out this Catholic community of Martinique as answering to that charge is alike to show the ignorance and bigotry of the poor, conceited parsons who preached those sermons.

I advise them to go at once to Cardinal Gibbons, or the humblest priest in Baltimore, for instructions in the true teachings of Scripture concerning the judgments of God. The untaught democracy of the Protestant pulpits is itself more like a judgment of heaven.

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The State of Pennsylvania and the City of Philadelphia have claimed their full share of the world's attention during the past three months. The intellect and the rascality of the State have been taxed to their utmost to find an available and successful candidate for Governor. The volcanic newspapers have been eruptive and firing their usual platitudes of mud and cinders over the already somewhat tarnished name of Senator Quay, while the latter gentleman has been represented by his friends as trying to find a candidate that would unite and harmonize the Republican party and, of course, be the next Governor, and, incidentally, President Roosevelt has been aiding the tarnished gentleman.

At this writing, May 31st, it seems probable that Judge Pennypacker will be the machine or Quay candidate for Governor. Of this choice the Public Ledger, of May 16th, had a very sensible leading editorial, in ability quite up to the best old days of the Ledger, when it was run by Mr. Childs and Mr. McKean. This editorial took the ground that as Judge Pennypacker was an untarnished citizen and an able man no Republican should object to him simply because he was the choice of Mr. Quay.

A few days previous to this editorial it was publicly announced that the President had conferred some honor upon Mr. George W. Childs Drexel, the present publisher of the Ledger.

The Press also gradually became gentle in its anti-Quayism, and his party feel it to the extent of about 80,000 votes in the

coming elections. This I consider revolutionary and full of

bluff of the kind known as blackmail or threatening. More than

thirty years ago Ii wrote that after a while we should see our

Governors and Presidents running like tail-piped dogs at the

swish of the scavenger's broom. But if you give your Mitchells

power you must look for the rough tyranny of slaves. These are

the Anarchists to guard against, but no Congress dares do it. ***********

Mr. John Wanamaker and The Globe Review have been trying for several years to convince the world that Philadelphia, spite of its quiet habits and its dry Sunday, was in many ways the wickedest city in the country. Recent facts bear out the assertion. Of mere highwaymen, like Croker, Quay & Co., we expect little but Fallstaffian methods of plunder. But when we enter the pious schoolboards and directorates of a pious city like this city of William Penn & Co., and above all, when we enter the precincts of the cultured circle of its public school teachers, we expect some show of honesty and refinement. "Blessed are them as 'spects little, 'cause them is the ones what won't be disappointed."

Detailed accounts have been given in the newspapers of one Johnson, and doubtless there have been several of him, who act as go-betweens and reconcilers of the City Fathers and especially the lady public school teachers. Miss A wants a position as teacher. The officials advise her to see Mr. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson assures her that she can have the position for so much cash. Miss A has no cash, but she has an uncle, or a gentleman friend called an uncle, who will put up the cash. Miss A can have a better position for more cash. Miss A's gentleman friend advances the cash. Mr. Johnson pockets the cash—sharing, of course, with his pals, the City Fathers. Multiply this $70.00, paid by Miss A's uncle, by the number of public school teachers in the City of Philadelphia, and remember that vacancies are constantly occurring and that the general number is constantly increasing, remembering all the while the incidental damages liable to occur to the morals of all parties concerned, and you have a state of advanced and advancing financial and moral prosperity about equal to the worst quarter of the them were too stupid and selfish to rejoice when peace actually came.

They are a queer crowd. The stay-at-home specimens send their representatives to this country to organize Land Leagues, Gaelic Clubs, etc., etc., with murder at the heart of each organization, and certain Bishops, Archbishops and mouthing gutter-snipe orators are always ready to advance the interests of such lawless undertakings, and when the English Government takes steps to prevent this Irish brigandage from cutting English throats, said orators are always ready to excuse or even applaud their sly and murderous countrymen, but peace is not in their make-up. God pity the Irish and give them some decent honesty.

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On Wednesday, June nth, I received from our poet, Mr. Grey, the article in this issue entitled "Dogmatism of the Infallible Church," and though it reflects somewhat upon my article in the March Globe entitled "Is Christianity the Absolute Religion?" and, as seems to me, misses the true position and spirit of that article, which has been largely quoted from since the March issue, still Mr. Grey's paper is so clear, so orthodox and so kindly that I gladly make room for it in the Globe. E think we want to emphasize Christ and practical morality a little more; the Church, its dogma and numerous devotions a little less. Mr. Grey dwells with more satisfaction in the accepted terminology of the Church. Let us try to be full of charity toward all men, in, honor preferring one another. ********** *

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William Henry Thorne.