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Modem Idols Carlyle article in the Globe Review, and in view of the facts just stated, and in view of the fact that not more than a hundred or two of the older subscribers to the Globe Review are owners of the book, Modern Idols, I had intended to reproduce said article in this issue of the Globe, but current events have crowded out the more worthy theme. The letters published in the Froude books when read carefully, revealed the fact that while Jane Welsh was coquetting with Carlyle—the ablest man of the last century—and in fact, after she was engaged to him she was actually in love with and in correspondence with the mad cap Irving, who was a little later saving London, much as the prophet Dowie—spelled with a small p, if you please, is now saving New York, that is when this was written. The Scotch have always had the gift of tongues, and Dowie is said to have other gifts not especially characteristic of the Hebrew prophets and the apostles of Christ, money and land-grabbing for instance—any amount of duplicity and all-round power of abuse.

However, Jane Welsh, afterwards Jane Carlyle, played fast and loose with her betrothed, while engaged to him, was all the while in love with the lunatic Irving, tried to make Carlyle feel his inferiority to herself by questioning him as to how he proposed to support her, if they were married, had no end of sympathizing so-called friends to whom the poor creature ventilated her little domestic troubles, every year more and more showing herself unworthy of the man she married, and utterly unfit, physically, mentally, and morally to be any worthy companion of his sorrows or his joys, and the friends she confided in were a set of mere agnostic boobies who understand the marriage relationship about as they understand the Almighty.

She would gather up Carlyle's old shoes and pretend to mend them for the sake of showing her supposed degradation, but had neither sense nor heart to minister to or mend her over-worked and dyspeptic husband. She herself confessed that she "married for ambition" not for love "and was miserable" as she deserved to be. Pity for such creatures is a wasted treasure.

She seems to have been about seventy-five per cent, of the species of our modern American "liberated" termagant, and only twenty-five per cent, of womanly affection, which affection she had poisoned by various little unfaithfulnesses toward her husband, until the small twenty-five per cent, was turned to gall and bitterness and miserable complaining.

Carlyle was a martyr to a shrewish woman, incapable of being a true wife to him, a martyr to dyspepsia which the learned physicians never knew how to handle, and do not know to this day, a martyr to his own sacred regard for the sanctity of the marriage relationship, which he would have felt self-condemned and damned if he had publicly complained of—a martyr in all his life and work, in a word, he was treated much as God and the world with very different motives have usually treated men of supreme genius, time out of mind, and finally Emerson and the New England socinians who had been his worshippers till they heard of his domestic misery turned against him and seemed to think that the whole world was with them and their perfidious leader, Froude, who, having ceased to understand the love and justice of heaven, applied his own blinded and poor intellect to mis-writing history and to defaming the very man who had intrusted to him papers sacred and noble enough to have kindled the world with new devotion to the greatest genius of the century. But nature guards her own. The sacredest and the dearest thing in this complex universe is the silent, honorable, self-sacrificing love and devotion of a great and complete soul, first to the truth of God, committed to it, and second, to such other soul or souls as, in honor, he feels bound to protect and love.

Christ, the Son of God, set us the most luminous example of this quiet exalted love, and Carlyle, of all the men known to me, was the supremest example of this same Christ spirit in all the years of the century now dead and gone. His wife Jane, and her lover, Irving, like Elijah Dowie and company, are smaller fish

hardly worth angling for or inquiring about.

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As to prophet Dowie, the Elijah fraud, the following paragraph has gone the rounds of the newspapers in the United States and Canada, and I republish it here as the most important item I have seen regarding this self-deceived and arch deceiver:

"The Dowieites. Chicago, Oct. 31.—A despatch from Essex, Iowa, says John Murray Dowie is crushed by the attack made upon him by his son, John Alexander Dowie. He says: 'The statement that I am not the father of John Alexander Dowie is the greatest myth ever uttered by the mouth of man. It is scandalous that my son should repudiate me after I have done so much for him. He is my son and was born in lawful wedlock. No one can deny it. The records may be had at the great register offices Princess street, Edinburgh, Scotland. I have always lived a quiet, peaceable Christian life and it breaks my heart to have this trouble come toward the end.'

"Judge Dowie, who is respected by the whole community, lives here in his little cottage. The resemblance between John Murray Dowie and John Alexander Dowie is so close that the father has often been taken for the son. The old man is growing feeble and the recent trouble has aged him greatly."

At first my attitude toward Dowie was precisely that expressed by Dr. Parkhurst of New York, viz, that of one willing to receive new light from the least gifted as well as from the most exalted persons or ecclesiastics. But my attitude changed a little when I found that Dowie left "Zion" just in time to escape suits of three Chicago men, amounting in all to about $7,000. Then it became an attitude of questioning, and then to a partially unfavorable estimate, again expressed pretty clearly by the same Dr. Parkhurst to the effect that as the new prophet had no great truth to utter, but only a wild rehash of the vilest abuse ever heaped upon newspaper men and other sinners, with fulsome praise of himself and his Illinois Zion, he was to be treated as a lunatic, not seriously, and simply let alone. As a Catholic and a man of experience I might have concluded this at first, but I was bom and brought up a Protestant and have no aversion to a new sight of an old prophet, or a new view of the Son of God, even in the shape of a wealthy Western pioneer.

Then when the newspapers published the fact that Elijah had sent his spruce-looking wife and his smart-looking son to Australia, presumably to import some Australian negroes to supplement our plethora of the African kind, and so make Zion a mixed community. I began to suspect what we have not yet seen, that Dowie's subterfuges were deep and manifold, and I began to feel sure that he was more than fool. Finally, when the quoted item appeared in the newspapers, I lost all faith or hope in the wily old scoundrel. My view of the bird that fouls its own nest being the old orthodox view on all that, namely, that such bird is fit only to be slain and fed to the buzzards that seek the corrupted dainties that all other birds and criminals reject and despise. The poor deluded and conceited old humbug.

Newspaper men have admitted to me that Dowie with all his vile language was incapable of denning the subtle and brazen vices of the ubiquitous reporter, but when the reporter finds that his Dowie traducer is as bad himself, bedad, or worse, let the Dowie bad men look out for missiles.

It is a pity and a shame that in this land of freedom and of universal knowledge there is not sense enough to see and admit that the Church founded by Jesus is, with all its faults, the divines! family in the world, and if our Dowies, our Mormons, our agnostics, our Eddyites, and our Methodists, Baptists and Episcopalians would only search the Scriptures and see that the true way to divine peace is by the path of humility, instead of parading one's own ignorance, what a millennium might be at hand.

December and and 3rd dispatches from Chicago described Dovrie and his Zion as bankrupt and in the hands of a receiver, with liabilities amounting to nearly $1,000,000. This revelation of bankruptcy, with an indebtedness as above, reveals Mr. Dowie in new light and lets a flood of revelation upon his New York adventure; and it seems clear to-day, Dec. 3rd, 1903, that Mr. Dowie is a helpless lunatic or a most contemptible and far-seeing but shallow scoundrel. In view of these revelations it would be interesting to have accurate information as to just how much money the smart-looking Mrs. Dowie and her son. Dr. Dowie, took with them to Australia and what they now propose to do with it.

I do not know when anything has given me so much genuine pleasure as the reports of Mr. Bryan's reception in England. "When he found himself among gentlemen who were not prejudiced against him by the poisoned and purchased utterances of a corrupt newspaper gang, among men ready to give honor to a fellow man in proportion to their estimate of his real worth and exceptional ability he was treated with ample consideration and respected for the genuine manhood which has made him a byword and a good joke among the newspaper hirelings of this country.

Bryan's theories of bimetallism are simply the theories of the ablest statesmen ever born in this land. If great "financiers," as we call them in the United States, that is, men who began as usurers in a small way and have grown to multimillionaires in the nefarious pursuit of their robbery; if such men, for purely personal and selfish reasons, they being now the money lenders and actual rulers of the nations, have led other so-called financiers in this country to believe that gold should be the only standard of money value while these same men, our countrymen are in high positions in our government and authorizing the coining of silver, the passing of silver as the equivalent of gold; while authorizing our Government printers to print silver certificates nominally as the equivalent of gold and for popular use as the equivalent of gold; if these American Republican officials, who think that different sorts of money and various tariff schedules should be in use and imposed upon different sections of this our glorious and united Empire, have persuaded or purchased the newspaper fraternity of America to believe that such lying and most bare-faced duplicity of action is true gold standard statesmanship ; that no real honesty can be admitted into the councils of the Nation or with the mints and bank note-printing establishments of the country, that black is white or white black, as the moneylenders dictate and have grown so blind in their service of mammon as simply to poke fun at a statesman who insists .upon the principles of honor and truth in all his discussions and in all his attitudes toward the great interests of our land,—then they have in reality become damnable, and the more expert a man becomes in all the black arts of lying and stealing, even in the stealing of nations and breaking the Nation's word of treaty and honor the smoother will his way become in a land filled either with such thieves or with such fools as to believe that the financial or other theories of such thieves are the true and only safe financial and other principles for modern men and modern nations of men to live by and swear by.

During a space of six years Mr. Bryan carried with him very nearly half the qualified voters of the United States, and he carried these with him on the simplest principles of National and financial truth and honor. He was twice cheated—simply cheated out of being President of the United States, by the purchased minions of his own party and by the purchasing power of the leaders of the Republican party. Even great churchmen for gains in real estate offered them, were inveigled into the rascally scheme, and by making public fools of themselves were led to aid in the defeat of the one man in the country who had intelligence and magnetism enough to carry half the qualified voters of the country to vote for him simply on conviction alone.

Bryan is the only American since Lincoln who has shown any real grasp of the political history of the United States; the only candidate for office who has argued the principles of statesmanship with any clearness or power. Hanna and Quay are shrewd men who know how to buy political goods and place them where they will command attention and win prizes; but God help the land ruled by such as they; and yet when it comes to such gentlemen as Roosevelt, Wood, Root, Taft & Company we may grasp for Hanna, Quay, Piatt & Co. and be thankful if we escape with our lives.

Yet in view of these facts Bryan, the one statesman in the United States to-day, is the man that tiie newspapers have been poking fun at for the last six years. Now mark my words the last act, showing the power of this man after all your silly sport of him was his visit to England, his quiet seeing of Mr. Croker and getting a brief message sent to this country which stopped the Cleveland boom and knocked the duckshooter out of another term of boundless luxury in the White House. When driven to finals such men as Bryan have resources known only to themselves. It is tit for tat, Mr. Cleveland, but in very different ways.

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Two or three of the articles in the body of this issue were written originally for this department of Globe Notes, but as the antics of our worthy President grew more and more strenuous during the month of November our treatment of said antics also grew until it seemed best to affix separate heads to the same.

The last funny act of President Roosevelt previous to this date, December 4th, was his invitation to Governor Odell, of New York, to meet him and Senator Piatt in conference at Washington. Of course, the newspapers made much of this wonderful conference. Of course the President had felt for some time that he was not entirely sure of Piatt. The latter had been too quiet; was too familiar with Hanna and the Wall street gentlemen, and the President wanted an explanation. Odell is a younger man than Piatt and in person and aptitude more like unto our strenuous President. Odell had for some time been represented as a Governor with grievances, and grievances against Piatt The Governor, so the reports went out, was invited to state his ground and his grievances, and the President was persuaded as to the justice

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