The influence of the Nation crusade has spread all over our State, and as a result the joints have been suppressed on all sides.  Our legislature, just adjourned, gave us the most drastic legislation against the liquor business in her history, and with tremendous majorities.  The result of the movement started by this brave woman, who is roundly condemned in the East, is best summed up in the words of a Kansas wholesale liquor dealer, who said recently, “A few weeks ago we had a very fine trade in Kansas, shipping out many car-loads of liquor, but just now they are coming back as fast as they went out.”  Our city, Topeka, has had considerable notoriety all over the country as the center of the Nation temperance crusade, and because of the presence of Mrs. Nation.  However, we think your readers will quite agree with us when we say their eastern cities could well afford such notoriety if thereby they could be rid of their debauching and terribly corrupting saloons.—­ Pastor, Topeka, Kansas.

 Tribute to Mrs. Nation.—­Correspondent of the state journal grows

Eloquent about her.

A correspondent of the State Journal who is evidently an admirer of Mrs. Nation has written the following tribute the famous smasher of joints: 

“Carry A. Nation, prophetess of God and prohibition, came suddenly like the furious driving Jehu.  Her cyclonic joint smashing shook the rum power of the United States from apex to foundation-stone.  The great American god Bacchus turned pale on his throne.  Gambrinus and his thirty thousand white-aproned priests of debauchery and licentiousness trembled in every saloon and bagnio throughout the union.  No whirlwind, tornado or simoon of the desert ever startled a nation as her volcanic career.  From ocean to ocean, from Canada to Texas. she faced a storm of relentless criticism and bitter sarcasm from political curs, clerical hirelings and editorial henchmen of the murderous liquor traffic such as no mortal ever faced before.  A star of hope to the one hundred thousand despairing drunkards, already in the death-grasp of this licensed Moloch of perdition; volunteer liberator of the hundreds of thousands of hapless slaves of this greater “curse of curses” and more than “sum of all villainies;” precursor of emancipation of the millions of sad-faced women and children whose lives are blasted and crushed beneath the wheels of this cruel Car of juggernaut; betrayed by false friends, imprisoned by the courts, and manacled; no martyr of old ever ran the gauntlet of hotter persecution, yet like Banquo’s Ghost and the Man of Galilee she will not down.  Denounce her as you may, she is such an one as heroines and world-wide characters are made of.  Every one will want a copy of her “Life,” forthcoming publication.  The boys and girls will find the Old Kentucky Home plantation scenes, interesting as Uncle Tom’s Cabin and well worth the price of the book.  The pictures and portraits of the noted Smasher of joints are more than worth the nominal sum.  To every citizen, student and philanthropist the legal citations for reference are worth it.  No temperance person or prohibitionist can afford to be without a copy.—­Ray Rand.