ic than by any sermon ever delivered. Music, of all
other things, gives wings to thought and allows the soul to rise
above all the pains and troubles of this life, and to feel for a
moment as if it were absolutely free, above all clouds, destined
to enjoy forever. So, too, science is beckoning with countless
hands. Men of genius are everywhere beckoning men to discoveries,
promising them fortunes compared with which Aladdin's lamp was weak
and poor. All these things take men from the church; take men from
the pulpit. In other words, prosperity is the enemy of the pulpit.
When men enjoy life, when they are prosperous here, they are in
love with the arts, with the sciences, with everything that gives
joy, with everything that promises plenty, and they care nothing
about the prophecies of evil that fall from the solemn faces of
the parsons. They look in other directions. They are not thinking
about the end of the world. They hate the lugubrious, and they
enjoy the sunshine of to-day. And this, in my judgment, is the
highest philosophy: First, do not regret having lost yesterday;
second, do not fear that you will lose to-morrow; third, enjoy to-
day.

Astrology was displaced by astronomy. Alchemy and the black art
gave way to chemistry. Science is destined to take the place of
superstition. In my judgment, the religion of the future will be
Reason.

--_The Tribune_, Chicago, Illinois, November, 1891.

WOMAN SUFFRAGE, HORSE RACING, AND MONEY.

_Question_. What are your opinions on the woman's suffrage
question?

_Answer_. I claim no right that I am not willing to give to my
wife and daughters, and to the wives and daughters of other men.
We shall never have a generation of great men until we have a
generation of great women. I do not regard ignorance as the
foundation of virtue, or uselessness as one of the requisites of
a lady. I am a believer in equal rights. Those who are amenable
to the laws should have a voice in making the laws. In every
department where woman has had an equal opportunity with man, she
has shown that she has equal capacity.

George Sand was a great writer, George Eliot one of the greatest,
Mrs. Browning a marvelous poet--and the lyric beauty of her "Mother
and Poet" is greater than anything her husband ever wrote--Harriet
Martineau a wonderful woman, and Ouida is probably the greatest
living novelist, man or woman. Give the women a chance.

[The Colonel's recent electio