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A TRIP IN DREAMLAND.

BY SHANDY MAGUIRE,

From a thirty hours' trip t'other evening I sank For a snooze on the welcome soft side of a plank,

I have mounted to heaven on pinions of light,
When St. Peter and I held a confab one night,
Talking over old times with the Keenest delight,
As the stars far beneath us did gleam,
I have also been down to those regions below,
Which are sadly in need of a blizzard of snow, | But your sentence it dates from the moment
Where the souls of the damned are expected

you died,

to go,

But my visits were made in a dream.

With a big lump of coal which I took from the tank,

In an instant a palsy I took in my knees,
And my eyes at an angle of ninety degrees
Began squinting about like a rat stealing cheese,
And my horse fled away with a moan;

I would give all the wealth I e'er saw to get
back,

I'd be happy in snow drifts as high as the stack;
Oh, I suffered the tortures of gibbet or rack,

When along came my friend Mick Malone. “By the piper that played before Moses," says

Mick,

't

"You are lucky to get from the clutch of ould Nick,

And you're welcome, a thousand times welcome, avick !

To a place in the penitent gang. Take a seat, Shandy, dear, on this trunk of a tree;

I'm delighted to see you, acushla machree!
Light your pipe, take a whiff, and then pass it
to me,

For my lips are both blistered with whang.
"Arrah! Micky," said I, "in the name of the
Lord,
What's the name of this country I'm in? By my
word,

"Tis a bleak looking place, and I never yet heard
Of a region so dismal before.
With a laugh, he replied, "Purgatory, my boy,
And as bleak as it looks we have moments of
joy
That a board of directors can never destroy,
In the manner they ground us of yore."

"Do you tell me so, Mick? Faith I've heard of the place,

'Tis a clime where poor souls must wipe off their disgrace,"

"You are right," said my friend, blowing into my face

A whole mouthful of "Nigger-head" smoke. "You've a long time to stay, Brother Shandy," he cried.

You were lucky to have the good priest at your side

For a pillow to rest my tired head.

"Well, if such is the case, I'm delighted to be, With a partner I truly admire.

I was soon in a dream, and with hurricane speed,

Mick, I prayed for your soul many times since the day

On the back of a weird, supernatural steed,

I arrived at a place which looked dismal, indeed, That we covered your body 'neath four feet of

Where are kept in confinement the dead.

To redeem you from Ingersoll's yoke".

Am I dead, Mick?" I asked. "As a herring," said he,

"Just as sure as you're sitting and talking with me."

clay,

When I scarcely could drag your poor Jennie away,

And I thought that she, too, would expire." Arrah! Shandy, how is my poor Jennie," he said, Is she happy """She is; for, my boy, she is wed To a dashing young gent who consoles her instead

Hid away neath the vestment of rest;

At the wreck that has come to pass,

With the hand that once guided the swift mov- At the old quilt stuffed in the broken pane,

ing train

And the litter upon the grass;

Lying still o'er the brave, pulseless heart, And the eyes where no light shall e'er glimmer again,

With their lashes just drooping apart.

brow,

And the echo of words soft and sweet;
But the marble cold lips will not answer her

They are bringing him home to the sorrowing

wife,

Who has met him with smiles oft before;
But the sunlight of gladness has gone from her
life,

You are also the company's servant, you say'
And you bravely stood at your post;

And she hastens to meet him no more.

With the kiss of the parting scarce dry on her Yes, you live in a grand house over the way,

Where the comforts of life you boast.
And your princely salary suffered, too,
A considerable shave throughout;
Why, man, it's a pity for such as you,

And you had great loss, no doubt.
A horse or a yacht the less, belike,

With a cheaper hotel at the springs;
And a general retrenchment to meet the strike
In wine and cigars and things;
While we, who had but a crust before,
Have now but its half, or naught.
Ah, well, no wonder you feel so sore,
And curse us fools as you ought.

now,

Or the arm guide her faltering feet.

They are bringing him home to the children who stand

Clustering there in an agony wild;

He is coming again to the dear household band,
With no word for the wife or the child.

It was only a moment of horror and strife,

Scarce the time of a thought or a breath; But he passed in that space from the fullness of life

To the stillness and coldness of death.

O, how oft through the years with their sorrow and pain,

I wish that clothing but grew on trees,
And labor could feed on air,

They are bringing him home in his manhood's Then perhaps with the rest of us on our knees fair prime,

You swells would have more to share.
But this I know, I would sooner the cross
Of defeat on my shoulders lay

From the accident down at the grade,
Where his feet stepped so quickly from re-
gions of time

Than be wrong side up in the profit and loss
That is struck on the judgment day.

To the land where no life hope can fade.

Will those loved ones in memory roam

To the time when the rush of the incoming

At the young ones sullen, the good wife blue.
And myself like a beast at bay.

WHEN THE STRIKE IS OVER.

What have we gained by the strike? you ask.
Well, to judge by this cottage poor,

With never a glimmer of hope to mask
The grinning wolf at the door;

With the cupboards empty, the wife averse,
And the children ragged and gaunt,
And the times still growing from bad to worse;
Not much, at a glance, I grant.

Not much to be gained by strikes, say you ;
But there's where you're wrong, I say.
For the thoroughbred ever his teeth will show
Where the mongrel cowers with fright;
And it's something to give back blow for blow,
Though the odds are against you quite.

Time was, you say, when the garden there
Was a haven of birds and flowers,

I am sure God's love can foil.

And the motive as well as the deed shall stand,
When the rich and the poor shall meet,

train

Through the silence was bringing him home. With records of life in each trembling hand,
Before His mercy seat.
PITTSBURGH, March 8, 1885.

Div. 148.

And not a cottage around so fair,

And so tidy as this of ours.
And then you glance with your sneer again

For the greed of gold that can stifle the groan
Of the suffering sons of toil,

And souls of iron and hearts of stone,

GALION, OHIO, June 8, 1885. MESSRS. EDITORS: Having received an invitation to attend the Seventh Annual Picnic of Divisions 95 and 39, which was held at Price's Hill, Cincinnati, on Friday June 5th, on my arrival I was met by a number of the Brothers, who escorted me to the residence of Brother A. Moss, where I had the pleasure of meeting our G. C. E., P. M. Arthur and

Brothers Wall, Watson and Conn, of Division 95, also Brother Moss and his estimable wife. After a short time spent in social chat, we were placed in charge of Brother Conn, (which included Brothers Arthur, Canan and Logan) and were taken to the mammoth clothing establishment of Mr. Wilde, on the corner of Fourth and Vine streets, and were introduced in person to A. D. Wilde, general manager of the same. He is a friend of the Brotherhood, and is always ready and willing to do all he can to make their picnic a success in the way of furnishing advertising matter—this year in the shape of fans to the number of four thousand, and also the programmes. He is very liberal, and I would advise the Brothers of Cincinnati and vicinity to patronize the firm.

After bidding them good-day we were taken to the residence of Brother Conn, and had dinner in company with himself, family and friends. After dinner we were taken to the grounds, where the pic nic was held, and were very much surprised to find so many of the Brothers

and their families, not only belonging to Divisions 95 and 39, but Brothers from Divisions 120, 7, 4, 11, 16, 10, 20, 25, 65, 48, 49, 89, 37, 34, 124, 77, 78, 129, 246 and 216. Among those who were present were Brother Perry, wife and family, of Division 10; Brother Kerlin, wife and family, from Evansville, Ind.; Mr. John Cassell, of Columbus, O.; Brother Meglemry and wife, of Division 78, and our Baby Frisco, as bright and happy as ever. Brother Sachs, of Division 25, was also on hand and appeared to enjoy himself as usual. In all, there were fifteen delegates who were at San Francisco, and all who were there appeared to be happy.

After a few minutes spent in conversation, we were taken to the residence of Mrs. H. C. Lord, at Riverside, where we had the pleasure of being introduced to Mrs. Lord and daughter, by G. C. E. P. M. Arthur. While there we were invited into the studio of Miss Lord to view a model in clay of the late H. C. Lord; and I believe I express the sentiments of all who were with me, when I say it is truly a work of art, and one that not only the artist, but her friends, may be proud of. I thought as I looked from the face of clay to the faces of mother and daughter, you could see delight pic-good for us at times to leave business to tured upon their countenances, as we commented upon the natural expression of the countenance-but who is better fitted to perform the task than a loving daughter, with love and artistic skill combined.

About 3:30 P. M. Brother Moss called the assembly to order and introduced the president of some labor organization, who made some good remarks. Next came the G. C, E., P. M. Arthur, who spoke to the Brothers in his usual happy manner. Then the audience was dismissed, and spent the time in enjoyment. In the evening the G. C. E. also addressed a large crowd, and dwelt upon the Brotherhood and its standing at the present time. There was also an address by Judge Oliver, after which there was a very lengthy programme carried out for those who desired to dance. Besides the dancing there were other amusements for those who wished to take part in the same. Messrs. Editors, I think that it is

one side, cast dull care away, and enjoy ourselves in the way of amusements. Someone has said that

A little folly now and then
Is relished by the best of men.

Before I close, I must express my thanks to the Brothers of Division 95, and especially to Brothers, Moss, Conn, Nokley, Wall and Brown, for courtesies extended to me, and may they be spared for many years to take part in all matters pertaining to the interests of the Brotherhood. Fraternally, A. W. LOGAN.

JERSEY CITY, June 1, 1885. MESSRS. EDITORS: As the time draws near for the opening of our next Convention, I believe it to be a good plan to bring before the members of the Order some of the subjects that may be brought before that body, so that they may be thoroughly discussed in our Sub-Divisions, and our delegates be properly instructed before going to meet with their Brothers for the purpose of making laws for the government of the Order.

clause. With a membership of 20,000 members it would require a trifle over twenty-six assessments in the year, just two dollars eighteen and three-fourths cents per month, and every member insured, old and young, sick and well.

I shall confine myself to the Insurance, as I think there is room for great improvement there. Turn where you will, you may hear complaints in regard to the cost of the same. My idea is to devise some plan whereby the cost may be lessened and the benefits to the Order at large increased and the Brotherhood strengthened. I would offer the follow-liever in their power, if we can only get ing plan for the consideration of every them interested. Fraternally,

If this plan does not meet with the approval of the majority, I for one would be pleased to see something else offered so that we may adopt the best that can be devised, and I think that by starting the ball rolling it may result in some marked improvements in the form of our Insurance, and I would particularly request the attention of the Brothers who do not belong to the Insurance at the present time, and of the wives of all the Brothers, whether they do or not, for I have a profound respect for the opinion of the ladies, and am a firm be

W. H. G., Div. 53.

member of the Order, not as my own idea, but as a measure that I believe will benefit the institution at large. First, make the Insurance general. Make every man belonging to the Order a member of the Insurance, or, in other words, consolidate the two institutions into one, and have but one great Brotherhood of Insurance and Unity, every Brother having the same interest in one part as in the other.

Taking the statistics of the last two years, we find the number of assessments to be 42 for each year on a membership of nearly 4,000. Now if we increase our membership to twenty thousand, the present membership of the Brotherhood, or five times the membership of the Insurance, we must increase the number of the assessments by five also, making 210 for the year. By changing the amount of our policies from three thousand dollars to twenty-five hundred we would have a grand total of $525,000 a year given to care for Brothers who have been injured and come within the disability

BRAINERD, MINN., June 14, 1885. MESSRS. EDITORS: Let us find our March JOURNAL, and turning to page 147, find what Frank C. Smith says concerning smoke-burning, extension front ends and smoke-stacks. I always feel like taking off my hat, keeping my mouth shut, and learning something, when Mr. Smith has the floor. I know the extension front end and smoke-stack is at present fashionable, so to speak, and very much in favor among engineers, especially among those who have had no experience with them and admire them because they "tread it off" and are "dandies" to look at, etc. When a fireman, I always made an effort to avoid black smoke, and prevent the engine from popping, at the same time keeping steam where it should be kept, and I have persevered and insisted on having my firemen do the same on all occasions. The prevention of black smoke depends mainly, I believe, on intelligent firing

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and competent handling of throttle and as much smoke as would come from a lever. wood-burner; and on a run of 138 miles, with 8 coaches and Pittsburgh or Ohio coal, I have had a clean stack all the way, whether working steam or not. This result being accomplished by intelligent firing. We have what we call the Cushing stack, being similar to that in use on the U. P., A. T. & S. F. and other roads; with a 17-in. inside pipe and 22-in. cone. I object to the noise made by the

Mr. Smith's result described with brick arch and extension front end, and his prophecy for the future, is a matter of interest that needs discussing. don't know anything about Clark's steam jets, but, no matter if the idea originated when Lucifer departed from heaven and first entered his brimstone home, there is certainly something in it, if properly applied. In this regard we have a home-steam jets, but will take it in preference

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made improvement in Grewcox and Yeiter's smoke-consuming device which is being placed on Northern Pacific engines by Mr. Cushing. The main idea of improvement comes from Chas. Grewcox, an old engineer in service of the N. P. for several years; at one time a member of Division 2, at Jackson, Mich., and later, of Division 127, in Illinois. Charlie | invitation for discussing license law. I is an old-timer, and the idea may be an- don't think railroad companies would

object to such an effort, for I believe it would be greatly to their benefit; provided only a competent class of men would pass the examination. Methinks the howl would come from the other side. At present chances are that a man losing his position from drunkenness or other incompetence, can again secure a position and repeat his experience. If a license should be revoked for such causes it would greatly aid the black-listing scheme for other than spiteful and personal motives. If it is desirable to weed the service and the Organization of all second rate men, by all mens have an ideal and strictly just license law, and similar officials to enforce it.

cient, but he has given it good application with four short tubes or "hollow stay bolts," two, 2 inches in diameter, in each end of fire-box. The tubes in back end of box stand five inches higher than those in front. A steam pipe taking steam at highest point in dome, laps around the fire-box, and the steam-jets point through the centre of each tube. A brick arch is used in fire-box. There the jets, striking the fire in the right place from the front, cut the rise of cinders and smoke, and the jets from the back end, standing five inches higher, lap over and strike at a higher range. With this action confining so much under the arch and in contact with its hot surface, the result is apparent. In this matter the arch should gain its amount of credit, for it protects the flues and also from the direct dranght. This arrangement, with a clean fire and intelligent firing, is almost absolute in its prevention of smoke with any kind of stack or front end. On one run of 220 miles, two cars, with Iowa coal, I did not see

to smoke.

In June JOURNAL the appearance of Angus Sinclair would suggest that he is really one of us, and he ought to appear often. His book on the locomotive I think is receiving intelligent consideration among engineers.

"Pacific Coaster" comes in with an

May 1st the Michigan Central Railway had a change in its mechanical head, Mr. Sam Edgerly stepping down and out. If all that has been said about this man should be plaeed in print, the JOURNAL might stand a suit for libel, and be prohibited, as obscene literature, from passing through the mails. I never heard a word spoken in this man's favor