CONGRESSMAN JOEL PRESCOTT HEATWOLE, OF MINNESOTA Minnesota is winning a leadership in the House hardly less than that of Iowa, and by the same method, i. e. electing strong men and keeping them in office until they grow into important positions. Mr. Heatwole is serving his fourth term, and will come back as long as he wishes to. His people appreciate good service. The congressman is a native of Indiana, a printer by trade, an editor, and a good judge of the real merits of men and measures. The distinguished son of the best beloved American man of letters. A Harvard man, (of course), three years a soldier in the Civil War and twice wounded in that service. A practicing lawyer and editor of the American Law Review, professor of law in the Harvard law school, associate justice and finally chief justice of the supreme court of Massachusetts. Now fitly honored by elevation to membership in the highest court of the nation. English of San Francisco was born in Alabama, Alameda county, California, and was appointed a page in the House of Representatives at the instance of the late General William S. Rosecrans and former Governor James H. Budd. He has served continuously as page, chief page, special employe and democratic pair clerk. Owing to his knowledge of political affairs, he was recently selected as the member for California on the democratic congressional committee and is now talked of as a candidate for congress from the San Francisco district. THERE was something fascinating about that Scipio group brought from the island of Cyprus and now in the Metropolitan museum in New York City. I noticed that nearly every one stopped, and while the cynical observers may not have approved, there was a pleasant look when they glanced at that group. I stopped for some time, trying to analyze it. Finally an explanation came to me that quite satisfied my observations. The members of the group were looking up. There was a moral in this well worth cultivating; looking up is too rare a thing in art as well as in life, and there is something fascinating in a pleased upward glance. It is uplifting and inspiring. However, in an effort to practice my theory, in leaving the hall, I tripped on the threshold, and the stern attendant in uniform thundered, “Better look down at your feet and see where you are going." So much for the theoretical and the practical. You can take your choice. WHO has not felt a thrill of admira tion for the mighty iron horse that hauls the great inland traffic of continents? No piece of machinery ever seemed to me so like a human being as a locomotive; to see one climbing a mountain, skirting a river, or dashing across the prairie, with quickening pant, and singing the song of the exhaust, is as near a conception of life as machinery can come, because in the very forward movement the pace of artery and muscle is outstripped. The small boy in America finds his first awakened ainbition in life in a desire to hold the throttle; the very grime and dust of it are marks of honor which replace that which former ages have bestowed upon the grim visaged and battle scarred warrior. Small boys court the dust that blackens their faces, like that of the silent man at the cab window. The hissing steam cocks, exploding safety valves and steady measured and accelerating exhaust these are, after all, the real symphony of American commercial growth and development. In the wake of the clouds from the funnel stack has followed the tread of trade, settlement and civilization. American history of the last half century circles distinctly about the American locomotive. SENATOR DRYDEN of New Jersey saved the pen which he used when he was sworn in, and presented it to his son. Then he went at the public's work with the same force and energy which has resulted in building up the great industrial life insurance company, The Prudential, which has made such a happy adaptation of the Rock of Gibraltar in its advertising. Senator Dryden has at seat on the Democratic side near where Senator Depew began his senatorial career. He gave his desk a business like glance, and was soon immersed in a mass of accumulated correspondence. The United States government is becoming. more and more a business institution, and business methods have supplanted many of the old-time notions of indolent and inspirational statesmanship. Nearly every question discussed on the floor or in the committee room is viewed first and last from a business standpoint. deed, a great number of charming, most beautiful palaces a greater number, in fact, than any other city in the world. Remarkable statement. And it is greeted with surprise astonishment, unbelief, perhaps. The condition of ignorance which suggests this unbelief is, however, not the fault of St. Louis. Insularity produces it not individual insularity, but what may be termed community insularity, especially superinduced by the chronic insularity of the nationally distributed periodical and illustrated press. The incredibly little information which the cities of this country possess of each other, and the loss in progress, comfort and enjoyment to each, and therefore to the country, resulting there A RHINE SUGGESTION ON LINDELL BOULEVARD, THE RESIDENCE OF MR. WILLIAM F NOLKER from, is a subject sufficient for a spe cial and pertinent treatise of itself; but we have no room for such discussion here. The loss to the country as a result of its ignorance concerning St. Louis and conditions that exist in that remarkable western city is, however, most marked. I say loss to the country and not to St. Louis, and I repeat it, because the statement reports the facts. St. Louis has what the rest of the country and the world need and have not and what it would benefit them much to adopt. And St. Louis has, as stated, palacesof a kind that would enrich and beautify |