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Show it took mm Sixteen Years to Wait For a Daily Mail. Six Months to Pray for it and Six Weeks to Work for the Same, And Now it Takes Haefeli Over a Column to Tell Us About It. . Midway, Utah, March 29, 1891. Special Correspondence of The Dis-rATCH. Dis-rATCH. You know we only enjoy a tri-.weekly mail, so 1 read in your paper of the 25th. It was the day of the "Virgin's Annunciation n the Roman Catholic church and calendar, but it was not an annuui'iatiou of good news; neither wa that date altogether a reminder re-minder of pleasant events or agreeable reminiscences, for on that date, just kn years ago. there died one of Germany's Ger-many's greatest patriots, the immortal Friedrich Hecker. He who in 1848 and '49 kept burning the torch of republicanism re-publicanism in the ominous shadow of the feudal castles of the Rhine and went k making at the green baize side entrances of the South German bureaucracy, bureau-cracy, that Boeaus the tyrannous rule of prity and contempliUe officeholders. office-holders. While lam about chronological coincidences, coin-cidences, 1 mi'hl .is ell ivft-r to the birthday annuel saiy of W. E. Lecky (March 20),tiie great -English (or rather Irish) hisloiiaai, whose dtkp lesearches into the recondite records of kingcraft and priestcraft have been letting the j da) light into many a hereinbeort ub- seme corner of human study. Mr. Lecky, who recent!? made s -me br..ve utterances on the Irish uubbli , in which his rationalistic mind at oncr penetratcd the cobwebs of papa: intrigue in-trigue and ranullian scandal, was born in 1S3S. His natal anniversary (with a p?ss-ing p?ss-ing reverence at the modest tomb of the immortal Quake stateAiuan, J.ilm Bright, died March 27, j reminds me of the birth of Juis Ibiechner. who is now sixty st'ven ye.tis f ;;ge. When I last heai d of t.iui. yeaiv be was all ''kraft" (lone) and not a little "toff? (matter), -A the Fame as i the titltt of his most promij.eut work, i the gospel, so to speak, of . niodera rationalistic thought, in which wu iind the incongruous sentence that ' thought is related to the brains as urine is to the kidneys." Such talk, of course, is what Virchou, a leader of advanced ' philesophic inquiry and thought, de nounced as "the superstition of uir-beliet." uir-beliet." This oh for the "jumping jack" concatenation of the association of ideas! leads me on to the original (please, Mr. Editor, to protect this at ! once with an application for interna tional copyright or a homestead entry) discovery that it is somewhat significant signifi-cant that the "matter" of English common lingo and philosophical parlance par-lance is nlain and simple "stoff" in German, whether it be matter for ' printing or thinking; eating or drink ing. For, in the ever-bibulous Teutonic Teu-tonic vernacular, "stoff" designates liquid matter, especially the amber-hued amber-hued article of malty, acquaintance and" "John Barleycorn" genealogy. "We are such stuff," ssys Lord Bacon (alias Shakespeare), and I believe more or less of us are stuffy. Others are stuffed, even with false pride, as Thanksgiving turkeys are with truffles. But I have been deviating from my subject, as if ' " Twii then vr.y poul'B expanding- zeal, Ily nature warmed, and led hj thee, Jn every breeze n-as taught to feel The breathings of a deity." Yet, no (Thomas) "Moore" of this. I was trying to tell you of April 1st, the day when Bismarck was born to make an All Fools' day for common herds and crowned heads (as see pages 79-S3 in Vol. IT. of my "As Ton Like It"). Well, after he gave the Danish bulldog his heavy kick in 1864. plucked the proud eagle of Ilabsburg in 1SGG, and came next thing to emasculating the Gallic cock in 1870-71, he finally ran up against his own pupil-master, his scholar-tutor, the imperial youth, William the Second, who is but too eager to play the part of Frederick the Second, his great-great-great-great-grand-uncle, or something more or less like it. But William is what the Germans Ger-mans call a "dummer junge" (a stupid youngster), and he will have to learn yet that he is the greatest of Bismarck's Bis-marck's April fools. Smarter and better men than Bis marck were fcorn on some April the. first. Aristotle would now be 2275 years old if his body, instead of "mouldering "moul-dering in the grave," had, like his soul, Xone "marching oiu" Well, Aristotle and his logic and aesthetics will live even when Bismarck is only spoken of as an ogre of the semi-cannibal part ; of bis patent policy "of 'Mood and Iiron,'1 which aain reminds me of the historic mile-post which bears inscription inscrip-tion of Wm. Harvey, born 1578, that I means the first generally acknowledged discoverer and practical demonstrator of the circulation of the blood. Hence, ' i ; his natal anniversary has a certain synchronous affinity with that of Bis marck, who was also n authority on the ''circulation of blood," especially when the shedding did not emanate from any of his own capillaries or vesicles;' for Bismarck, the century's greatest April fool, is prophetically included among those for protection ! form whom the writer of the Psalms prays as follows in Psalm lxiv.: "Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked, from the insurrection of the wicked, w ho whet their tongue like" a sword, nd bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words, that they may shoot in secret at the perfect. Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. Thev encourage themselves in an evil matter; they commune of laying marcs privily; they say, 'Who shall see them?" But a truce to historical his-torical data. Iam returning to matters mat-ters of fact, "And earnest thoughts within me rise," as sang Longfellow, America's greatest great-est poet, which leads me in a (to me at least) natural train of thought to America's greatest philosopher, Ralph Waldo Emerson (who died on April 29th, 1882) who asks in his illustrious "Essay on Self Reliance," "Is not a man better than a town?" Well, I think it depends on the man on his side and on the consolidated town on the other. Sometimes a town is the making of a man, and t e i again a man can wonderfully operate or assist in making a to.vn tlnuuh he be int a Romulus to make a Rome, or a Sitter JLo make a Slaterville. (The . latter historical reference belongs under the heading of "Weber County, Ancient History.") Thus far Mr. Emerson (no relation to the late Judge of the Firs! District Court, or his graceful son who funs a job printing office in Ogden) is right or wront. as the eass may be; but I think he is decidedly wrong, lvff hh base," to s, e ik with ex-City Engineer En-gineer IVikiiis at Ojjdtn, when iir coolly ass-, ris and advises, ' A. R. n ith-in; ith-in; o! men."' I d,d ask sonisthkg of men you wouldn't Hunk ihrie were angels in the Federal Postotfic; D'?-paitnient D'?-paitnient at Washington, wouhl von. I did ask, and so did nearly 2r.) of Midway's best citizei s (all are jod citizens, you must know.) We asked and we got It, "just as a man who stands on his feet is stronger! than a man who stands on his head." We uot it. . ""Yes: but wlmtrv'. .- - - Didn't I tell you at the beginning of this artic.-? . : " You did nft." Well, I've filled a goodly number of sheets of manuscript paper, sharpened my pencil four times (breaking the point only once) to tell you WE HAVE THE DAILY MAIL. 1 mean, we will have it on and from April 1st. And no April Fool about this. No Bismarck is there. But it will be circulation. Circulation, not of blood or iron, but of brain food. Including Tiik DisPATcn, of course. I conclude with the poet of "LaJla Rookh: "At present no more in reply to this Letter a Line will oMifr very much. Your, et cetera," Leo Haefeli. |