These are times that try fans' souls. The front runner, the doom sayer and the fair weather fan will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their Nationals. But the fan that stands by the team now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. The Barves, like hell, are not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as a CHAMPIONSHIP should not be highly rated. The Barves, having a league network and a half empty stadium of race baiting fans to enforce their tyranny, have declared that they have a right not only to CHOP but to ENFORCE UPON THE LEAGUE all the SECRET MYSTIC WAYS of their SELF RIGHTEOUS IDIOCY, and if being bound in that manner, is not Intolerable, then is there nothing intolerable upon Earth. Even the thought is odious, for so offensive a form, manner and expression can belong nowhere upon the elysian fields of Baseball.