Indianapolis Sentinel, Volume 34, Number 18, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 January 1885 — Page 9

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TWELVE PAGES. INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 18,1885. PAGES 9 TO 12

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Mayor (Jroc, Who lias lirought Conflfru.itlon to the Uanks of New York OfflcelluIdTH. HArqnlsde Leuvllle and Other Titled People, Including Sem Anieri eins Who Ire So by Virtue of Dollar. Dan Frohiuan Declare That Nothing UHo DtlnilT m One's Judgment About PIais. I Pioneer Frees New York letter.) There is aa agitation here just at present OTer the policy announced by our new Major, W. R. Grace. Ha threatens, not ex actly with a flourish of trumpts. bat with a good deal of boldness, to revolutionize current method of dealing with city attain, and to run the office to which he has been elected on strict business principles. He claims that he was not chosen primarily to serve the Democratic party; declares that ha shall not obey the commands of either wing of it, and promises to turn out incompetents without regard to who appointed them, and to call men to his aid without regird to anything except their courage, honesty and efficiency. Iiis attitude has air ady created something like consternation in some department. When he had been only a day in office he sent for William Pitt Shearman, and appointed him commissioner of accounts, with the sole Injunction, 4 Find oat -where the leakages are, and I will stop them up." Shearman had no political influence behind aim. he is not a blower and striker, and no body aiked to hare him appointed; bat he was reommen del by the fact that he was recently ejected from office very summarily by Edson for discovering some big leakage that Ed ion didn't want discovered, and by the companion fact that twenty years a;o he served as one of Salmon P. Chase's moat efficient assistants in the Treasury Department. Grace threatens to cut down the expendi. tures of the city in almost every direction except the school fund, and it is very likely that, if he is really as much in earnest as he seems to be, the measures he will propose and the things he will do within the next three months will raise up for him an army of friends in front aud of en e mien in the rear. Grace is a rich mai and has nothin, to hope for but the public good will; and perhaps he thinks that toe road to the Presidency still lies through muuicipal reform. Titles. This is another matter that agitates New fork just now, apropos of tne Atarquis de Leuviile, and the World's lively fusihaoe. It might have been better if he had dropped the decorative handle on coming to this country and called himself plain William Oliver, which is name enough for anybody; as it might be better for Lord Mandeviile to drop his title and fall back on the family patronymics, even it that inroived bringing from obscurity so unpretentious a designation as Jones or Jobeon. Bat this is s matter of taste; and It seems to ma that Ten a titled mta, if he obeys onr law and scrupulously pays his bills, has a right to he let alone. As to the title, I have no doubt that the marquis has a right to It, if anybody has a right to a title; for his ancestor! have held it ever since 15U0. I don't believe it is of any inherent value or consequence. Oaly sterling qualities count. Lafayette is honered and respected rather in spite of being a marquis than because of it. But these preposterous Americana who wish they had coats of arms, or who go and dig in the lumber garrets of the past, or give somebody el&a 5 to go and rammage for them, and then hang upon their walls their "fam ily crest," as if it were cx some consequence or significance these preposterous - Amen cans dote on titles and regard heraldic pov erty as a sign of personal inferiority. Asa matter of fact, of all the alleged noblemen who have visited this country during this century very law havt been impostors. It is not Europe that imposes bogus titles on America, but America that imposes them on Europe. Oar constitution expressily forbids citizons of the United States to accept titles of nobility from any source; but there are at the prts ent moment one or two hundred of these democrats" posing among the aristocracy of Europe as titled persons. They are from Maine, Vermont Rhede Island, New York, Pennsylvania, the Carolinas, Ohio (of course). Wisconsin and all along shore; they are in every European country, and they run through all degrees of poyerty and afflu ence, borne of them cit Quite a swell. There is the Duke de Carapo-Selice (pro nounced "Sellechy," accent on the middle syllable ) of Paria. He was a Yankee named Camp -a successful taibr; !hen he got the European agency cf all the sewing machine ri - companies, and acquired great wealth Honey palled on the tajte at last it always doee and then Mrs. Camp, who bad been quiet enough body at home, said: Oh, George I'm dying of ennui; let ns go be nobility, you and me, and we will buy us some gold coronets and go heme with them in our trunks and dazzle the boys and girls of Doughnut corners till they will just want to die of envy. Then life will be worth living. 80 they went to Italy, carried a bag of sovereigns to the pope, but told him that he T7U the only sovereign, and they wanttd to be somebody themselves. The noiy father winked three times at one of the acolytes, end in a loud voics declared his Yankee visitors to be thenceforth, over ail the earth, wherever they might wander, in sickneaj and in health, rain or sunshine, the Duke and Docket de . Ca tipo Splice. Tney dwell now at 27 Aveuue Kleber, Paria, and a generous atch string bang out. There are a nandaotae couple, amiable and intelligent, sufficiently accomplished, and they give tremen dous part: e and are bang up American noblemen. They giv real jewelry for favors Ln their germans, and the menu standing by your plate at table has on ft a ducal coronet 1 a l m a r . in raotaer 01 neari Dig enougn to knock a boll dawn. They enjoy it, and it doesn't hurt anybody In the world; and there hasn't been a king of arms in France since 1S30, ihere ia nooody to say "you mustn't." V Then, don't you know, there's the Marquis d'Oyley, also of Paris He is a nephew of th American dentist, Evans, whom the detaetive molars of Louie Napoleon's court rich. He lives at 19 Avenue de V Opera. If I rsmcmbar er!cht and whan taii cv in to Lave a tooth pulled you address him as

"Your Excellency." His uncle assisted at the eucape of the empress from Paris, and has bored her ever since by intruding on her retirement at Chiselhurst. Young Evans followed his uncle's craft, got richer, aud married a Baltimore girl named Jane McDonald. They spoke simultaneously, "John! Jennlel Filthy lucre doesn't seem to go to the spot!" So agreed, they hied them off to Kome, laid a bag of shekels at the feet of the successor of St. Peter, and that old gentleman handed over the corresponding baubles, "Hail, Marquis and Marquise d'Oyley! Go.be happy.

and rend me money every now and then, me children!" V Then there are the blessed Duke and Duch ess ai i'omas, of .Lo gland. The Liukes mother was the daughter of a humble farmer in the Western Reserve. But, oh! like Caesar, she was ambitious! She gradu ated at Vassar, and was fond of hiring stroll ing fortune-tellers to predict wealth and rank for her. She wedded a Cuban planter. who was slightly off color a left handed son of Toussaint L'Overture, or something of that sort and who was richer than Croesus He was considerate, and lived only a couple of years; when she took his money to England and married a nobleman wltn brokendown fortnes and a mortal disease the Scottish earl of Caithness. She liked being careless pretty well, but her noble husband's mo-tal disease (whisky) carried him off ere twelve moons had blossomed. Death cuts down all, both great and small. He breathed his last at the Fifth Avenue hotel, in this city, about two years ago. He left no money, but the remains of the Cuban had made the widow wealthy, and she was always able to bury her husbands in style. The Vassar girls of the class of '82 envied her. 8)me years had elapsed between her first and second marriage, and by this time ber oldest boy was grown to be a man, and had an A 1 education. Caithness was badly rattled and down at the heel, and the son said: "Mother, I shouldn't like earling; it didn't sg ee with father-in-law. I would prefer duking." Sa off they posted to Rome never-failing resource! and purchased the title of Duke di Pomar for him. And his mother, to soothe her wounded feelings at the loss of the earl of Caithness, called herself the"Duchess di Pomar,"and under that title she was recently received by thsQaeen. Anew observatory and swell front have been put upon the ancient castle of Caith ness, and happiness dwells beneath its titles. The Duke di Pomar is a man of much tal ent, and he in especially known as the author of "Fashion and Passion," a boos: tbat has recently gone through fourteen editions, atid been very much detested and read on account of its improper revelations concerning the peers of Great Britain particularly its tattle about Lady Collingford of Strawberry Hill, and tne meetings at the Argjle rooms in London oh, dear! The Duche&a di Pomar is still a very beautiful and attractive woman, and she is the head of th? spiritualists of the realm, being regarded, I believe, as the earthly representative cf Marie, Qaeen of the Scotts. Ooe of the best known figures in New eon. lie has money, l believe, so fin absurd pretentiOLS are tolerated, and his decrated name of "Baron de Thompson" is allowed to head charitable balls and lists of honorable citizens. It is, of course, a pure bit of conceit on his part, without even ancestral derivation or the habit of his country to ex cuse it. I am ash a rued to say that the holder seems to be thought better or because of he affectation. a Three or four jears ago an American lady Detroit, I think.) married the Italian Duke di Lassaiarata. His title has been the sub set of a savage contest, of which I recently heard the particulars. Some thirty years ago tbe duchess was a lively piece and con tinually unfaithful to her husband, indulging ia some freedom himself, he did not interfere with her amours, as long as girls were the resul the adopted them as his own. aud ngreed to give them their marriaze por tion, and settle them in ife. "Bat I warn you against bojs," he said; "there I draw tne Jine; for I wish my nephew to inherit the property." Alas! one did not obey, ehe surprised her husband with a boy. He slew the father and gave tbe child to the Jesuits, who had already got a confection from the duchess' dying paramour Ten years ago the duke died. Tnen the Jesuits insisted that tbeir boy was the legitimate eon, and that being a member of their order, the mil lion trances a year income belonged to them. The court sustained the claim. The monk then left the Jesuits aad set up a house for himself, the court confirmed his right to do so. At this the Jesuits produced tbe test! mony which they possessed of his illegiti macy. But tbe pope s temporal power hed by this time bee a diminished, and the yoang dnke was able to hold hie own. He it was who married a Detroiter. The title of the great Palace Barcarini aud Palace bciarra in Rome has also recently been menaced with a scandal. Tne ol rriiice se'arra was eienty lour years n'u when be died ard left no children. His wife, the Princess Bciarra, was a youDg and beautiful woman, whose father was a rich German count aud whose mother was an American A man was born ten months after tbe o'd duke died, and he was set ap as the heir. The claim was violently op posed by the Barbarin! family, who wanted the estate, but an Italian court decided th a posthumous child might be born under sack circumstances, and the youne Prince Sciarra was confirmed ln his title. Titles, like deedj to property, are often contested in Eaiop-. always, in fact if any body can protit by contesting them. There is a chronic state of dispute abou". estates to which titles are attached a claim that the baptism was erooked, or the birth at the wrong time, or that some other impediment ex Uta. V The present condition of the New York stage proves that dramatic prophecy Is im possible. ".Nothing is so delasive as one s judgment about plays," said Dan Frohman to me yef teroay. "Kooert Ducnanan, a poet and distinguished l'terateur, produces his tenth play, 'Constance,' and It falls dead; Guy Carleton, who hai never before written p ay. has made the greatest success that any original play erer scored at allack's the orten 01 The eecretary was equally remarkable. Edgpr Brace was proprietor of the Princess Theater in London when 'The Colonel' ran three years. When that was torn down Bruce pot all his money in the Prince's Theater and lost it. He refased to produce The Private Secret aiy whenyoiog Hawtrey brought it to him, bat finally leased the theater to the author for eigbt weeks for $5 "00. He thought he had done an excellent thing, and his chuckles at his own wlsdoiQ were redoubled when toe piece was de clared by the first night's audience to bs a failure. It was a failure. Under other circumstances it would have been yanked ofi and never heard of again. But the theater wa hired for eight weeks, and the company wai hired, aud to they all went in to see what they could make of It Everybody sd'.'ed something. They found funny situationsThe secretary himself was twisted into new shape. At last a screaming success wai attained. It would have run for months,

but the proprietor was under contract to

produce a play entitled 'Called Back. Reluctantly he made the change, but 'Called Back' Jumped Into an immediate success. Haw trey took The Secretary' to the Globe, an unsuccessful London theater, bearing about the same reputation there that the New Park bears here, and its success con tinned and remade the theater. It is still run to bie bouses. The American managers for both plays. Palmer, Mallory & Co., and the English authors, are faring exceedingly well." V The success of that farrago of nonsense, "We, Ui & Co.,' might be quoted as another shining example of uncertainty. It is one of those phenomenal successes that can be neither predicted nor explained. It is the surprise of the town the first big success that the Fifth avenue has known since tbe Lang try managements It took in $3,300 last week. Herman, who makes the big hit, makes it by the dudish way in which he takes off and puts on his hat. He smirks, and the audience scream. He is sitting ia a chair, aud a spring pitches him out of the window, when the audience goes into convulsions of delight. It is one of those things that are very easy but so difficult. There is, however, good taste and good sense yet lingering in New York, for the Philharmonie and 8ym phony concerts have been successful beyond parallel, and the German oper has scored a uniform victory without any clap trap or adventitious aids of auy sort TflK MYSTICAL GBOVE OP MY CHILD HOOD. BY K U HTAXTON. Tney told me the grove was enchanted; Taet its streams and Its grasses and flowers Its trees that past ages haa planted. Were lifted with magical powers They said, ln tbe twilight, when roaming Alone ln its shades, 1 might see Tbe maiden whose face, ln tbe gloaming. Was dearest and sweetest to me. A still spot In tbe stream was expected By those who believed ln the tale To throw oat tbe Image reflected From far-away mountain or vald, And full often I sought its recesses. And always I saw In tbe pool A bright little face and brown tresses. As we passed on tbe road to tbe school. Said the fable: "Alone you must view It Tne mystical face of your bride." But It surely wa shown, and I knew it. When my darllug was there by my side. And I think that the icbool never taught ui Buch lore as ln natuie we found When the morning bell rang out aud caught us Alone on the magical ground. Hand in hand we explored It. and whether Tbe enchantment tbat hung round tbe dell Brought out our two childish faces together I know not, but this I know well Tbat for eyes that met mine with a laughter That changed to a tenderer beam. And to glances more loviag, thereafter, I had not to question tbe stream. 1 must own tlat the grove's great magisian Led me on through lt tauxle9 to bliss; But be rules hearts ln nvetj position. And never one fairer tbau tuts And now, as we stand ia the wild wood. Grown older and eager. I see Tbat the mystical grove of my childhood Was a place of enchantment to me. LITTLG FOLK 8. Lady (to a small boy with a dog:) "Johny, does that dog bark at night?" Johny (who ia a connoisseur in dogs:) "No, ma'am; he barks at cats and other dogs." Why don't you come and kiss me, John ny? said an ancient maiden aunt to her youthful nephew. 'Becau&e,"said Johnny, hanging his head, "I m afraid of powder." "Mary," said a mother o her little girl. 'It I was a little girl like you, I should pick np all these chips." "Well, mamma " answered Mary, "ain't you glad you are not a little girl?'1 "I Bay. uncle," eays a child, "shall I al ways be your nephew?" "Why, of course, my child; you'd be my nephew even if you lived to be a hundred." "Bat you wouldn't be my uncle then." "Oh, yes, I would." Naw, you wouldn't you'd be dead!" Harry and Charlie, aged five and three re spectively, have just been seated at the nursery table for dinner. Harry sees there is but one orange on the table, and immedi ately sets up a wall that brings his mother to .ne scene. "Wny, Harry, what are you crying tor?-' 'Because there ain't any or ange for Charlie." Johnny was told he might have half the grapes. When his mother went to the cup board she found he had taken all. and left none for his sister. When spoken to by his mother, he replied: "Mamma. I'll tell yon just how it was. When I had eaten half the Kiapes 1 nappened to tnink that I d eaten up Oracle's halt instead of my own. I was real sorry, bat then I couldn't help it I d given her part of my half, only they were so good that they weie alt gone before I knew it." How It Struck Little Juhi.ny. A little boy asked his father the other day after some Boston people had left, "if Boston people were born grown up." The Nickel-Plated Man. Bobby stubbed his toe and came crying to his mother. ' There, there. Bubhy." she said after she had ascertained that the injury was trifling. you are too big a boy to cry over a little thing like that." "B-but what a am I to do mamma?" he asked sobblngly, "I ain't b-big enough to swear. is Pa Dad a Cloven Tongue. "Who preached to the disciples on the day of Pentecost?" asked aSunday school teacher of her class. Peter," shouted the class in chorus. "And what appeared unto them?" "Cloven tongues," said the class. "Wüst ia a cioren to neue 7" The class remained silent, and the teacher was about to explain when the smallest boy exclamed : "My pa's got one." "You are mistaken." said the teacher "This was a miracle, and miracles do not oc cur now." "Yes, he has a cloven tongue." said the boy, "for I saw him put a clove in bis tongue this morning as soon as he took a drink out 01 jag The Phantom bhlp. We touch life's shore as swimmers from a wreck Who shudder at the cheerleo land t&ey reach And find their comrades cathered on the beach Watching a fad Ids sail, a small white speck Tbe d nan to ni shiD. udoq whose amble deck There seemed awhile a homeward place for each. The crowd still wrinc their bands and still be seech, But see, it fsdes, in spite of prayer and beck. Let those who hope lor brighter shores no more Not ruoarn, bat turning inland bravely seek What bidden wealth redeems the ibapeleu shore, Tbe strong must build stout catius for tle weak; Must plant and stint; must sow and reap and tore: For grain taxes root though all seems bare and bleak. Apollo and Marsyras and Other Poems Eugene Lee Ha oil ton.

T ALM AGE.

An Alarmttg State of Lethargic lbdllTcrriiCo in th Churches of the Country. Stir Yourselves, Ye People or Loiter Not bj the Wayside. od; Bo Up and Doing While It la Day, for the Nlxht Cometh, When No Man Can Work. Wate Not the Time In Wantonness Idle Dreaming Over Life' Pleasures. OT Brooktys, Jan. 11. A teries of revivalistic services is now in progress in the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and is exciting great interest in the public mind. The opening hymn was: "Come Holy Spirit. Heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers." After expounding appropriate passages of Scrir ture, Dr. Talmage preached on the yub ject. "Awakening," taking his text from Malachi, iii , 1: Behold I will ?nl my messen eer. and he shall prei-are tbe way before me: aud tbe Lord, whom ye teek, shall suddenly come to this temple, even the meffcenetr of the covenant, whom ye delight tobeholl, ue ihili,'co.ne, saitb Iba Lord of bostta 8umetimes, said Dr. Talmae, a minister's subject is suggested by his artistic tastes; sometimes by tbe occurrences of the previous week; sometimes by a hearer who desired some particular religious subject discussed. My subject comes in no such way. It drops straight from God into my heart. Give me your prayeriai and intense listening. I want to show this morning, so far aa God may help me, that the greatest need of the Church universal is a mighty awakening. The ox in the pasture field looks around and perhaps comes to the conclusion that all the world is a clover field. 60 we, standing iu the midst of luxuriant religions advantages, might think, perhaps, that the earth is cov ered with the knowledge of God; but so far fro:n that, if this platform were the world, so much of it as I now cover with my right foot would represent all that is conquered for Emanuel Or if this whole Tabernacle were tne world, tnen one pew would repre sent so much cf it as the grace of God has already conquered. Oh. there is need of a radical change! Something must be done. and I shall show this morning that the greatest need of tbe Church is a great awakening. I learn this need in the first place from the COLDNESS IN THE MAJORITY OF CHURCH MEM BERS. t a religious society have l,OX) members. aOO of tbem are sound asleep. If it have 590 members, 400 hundred are lethargic If the Christians can rallv that is, the proeseed Christians for communion day. and acceed in not drooping the wine-cuD. how many of them are satisfied? If it be a choice between Christ and the world, the world has it. You know It as well as I do. If a religious meeting be on a certain night and on that same nieht there be an extraordinary operatic entertainment, or social gathennp, or literary ciud, or a political meeting, or a Free Mason bociety, or an Odd Fellows Association, von know which thev eo to. God there fairly demonstrating that whllel uch professed Christians pretend to be on lis side, they are really on the other side; for there is a point-blank issue between Christ and the world, and tbe world has it. You know very well whether you are a profsssed Christian or not; you know very well hat the dividing line between the Church and the world to dav is like the eauator or

deltic or antarctic circle an Imaginary line, gsow a mignty nost in ineunristian cnurcn, and that there are men and women sworn of positively professing Christianity, do not beGod who sit discussine infinitesimal auee- lie ve in the Bible, out and out, in and ln,

ions: "shall we dance? shall we nlav cards? shall we go to the theater? Bhall we attend the ODera? ' while there are 500.000.000 of he race going down to darkness unwarned, These sham Christians will eo. occasionally taking a little religion with the tip end of heir fingers, eauntaring on lazily toward he bar of ChrisL until thev come in front of God's swift revolving mill and find them selves to be "the chaff which the wind driveth away " Oh how much dead wood we have in all our churches THE DAY 0F JUDGMENT will make a leariui thinning out among professed Christians. I suppose it will be found on that dav that there are hundreds nt. of thousands of men who have their names i,.r,nhKnAv..hn.ii.m. 1111 Lii n a. aa aa a 1.11 auu aa.a wm laiaasnmiaaiintasn amixrvi ! Ani1.Ti(a nr third t. thins Hw. - " . inf. thamia nnmiTfni aA m,Al the salvation of the race, and then tumbled oyer the embankment where Judas went and Ashan went, and where all those shall go who do not make religloa the primordial th np the first and the last matter of tha soul. Oh worldly professor of religion, vacil lating worldly professor, idle professor. tremble before God to-day. Do you not know that if you die as you are. all the commun ion tabl8 at which you have ever sat will lilt up nanus 01 Diood, crying lor your condemnation? And your neglected Bible and w- j n J - vonmraverlesa t How will crv? "On rinwn ' go down! You pretended to have religion. but you had none. Out of the seven days of the week you gave not five hours to Christ w.n Kmtrvnn. .m.ni.i n I go down!" And the fieriest and mightiest ihnnAfhAHnf mV. It,41t, k. i. fnrcrH will m.ttA nn inti ri.knaB. OK f t --e- - wnnlrf rathor ha tha man in fh rfwho has never seen a church shan you who nmf... k. M a - k . vet do nothim?. Ynn shall npH.h in tha wav -Kn nvi'. wrv, i.tini Knf . ntti. A f i j .1 TT Ui IUI! uiViCCOVi Ui I B1IKIUU OUU IUCI D MV hundredS of them here to day, I am aimiDg at the mark-if you could to day realize your true condition and your true position before God. you would bite your lip until the blood came: yoa would wring your hands until tbe bores cracked; you would utter a cry that would send this whole audierjce to their feet with a horror May God wake you up, worldly professor ot fake up in the barred sofa destroyed eter t abroad and leth. religion, before you w and Üarolng dungeoa nity. When you look abroad and see leth

-ti -.T. .v. .K.,Jthem before tbey make the last spring.

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w:.rmj;rr"..r"w.rjo'clock thU afternoon may be too late. Now

all those doimant professors of religion? .u i v... . j rtu.s". i'it Vu. T.r d .111 , L?" i : nun luxmer i ere a uetu lur a great AWAKEiuifG In the fact that those of us who preach the Gospel have so little enthusiasm and zeal! compared with what we ought to have, Now. von see the enn kicks. I aar we who preach the Gospel have so little zeal and en thusiasm for Christ, compared with what

ought to have. Oh, it is a tremendous thing to stand before an audience on Sabbath days, realizing the fact that the majority of them will believe what you say about God aud the soul and the great future. Suppose a man asked of you the road to a certain place, and you carelessly and faleely told him, and af

terward you heard that through lack of right direction that man was lost on the mountains, fell over the rocks and lo't his life. Yoa could not foreive voaraelf. Yoa would say: "I wish I had taken more time with that maD. I wish I had given him such specific directions that he would not have been lost. How sorry I feel about it! But oh, to misdirect the eternal interests of a large congregation! How cold and stolid we stand in our pulpit?, actually sometimes priding ourselves on our deliberation, when we have no right to be cold and ought to be almost frantic with the perils that threaten our hearers. So much so that some ot us give no warning at all, and we stand Sabbath after Sabbath, talking about "human development," and we pat men on the back and we please them, and we sing them all down through the rapids to the last plunge. Or, as the poet has It: tiraocth down tbe stubborn text to ear polite And snugly keep damnation out of s'ght! 0 my brethren in the ministry for I see them always in the audience my brethren in the ministry, we can not afford to do that way. If you propnesy good things, smooth things to your people, without regard to their character, what chance will there be for you in the day when you meet tbem at the bar of God? You had better stand clear of them then. They will tear you to pieces They will say: "1 heard you presch 500 times, and I admired your philosophic disquisition and your graceful gestures aad your nicely-molded sentences, curvilir.ear and stelliform, and I thought you were the prince of proprieties; but you didn't help me prepare for this day. Cursed bey oar rhetoric; cursed be yoarart. I am going down, and I'll take you with me. It is your fault; witness all the hosts ok heaven and all the hosts ot darkness. "It is your fault, sir." And the chorus will come od from all the world: 'Hifault! His fault!" All ot as who preach this gospel reed to speak as though the pulpit quaked with the tramp ot eternal realities; as though beneath us were the bursting graves of tbe resurrec tlon morn; as though, rising above us, tier above tier, were the myriads of Heaven looking down, ready to applaud our fidelity or hiss at our stolidity, while coming through the Sabbath air were the long, deep, harrowing groans of the dying nations that are never dead. May God with a torch from Heaven set all the pulpits of England, Scotland, Ireland and the United States on tire As for myself, standing here ln His presecce this morning, I feel as if I had never begun to preach. If God will forgive me for the past, I will do better for the future. Tis not a caase of small Import The pastor's care demands : But what might fill an angel s heart It filled a Javier's bands. They watch for souls for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss foreeo; For souls that must forever live In rapture or in woe. Still further: I see a need foi a great awakening in the fact that the kingdom of God is making such slow progress. I simply state a fact when I say that in many places the church is surrendering and the world-is conquering. Where theie is one man brought into the kingdom of God tbrough Christian instrumentality, there are ten men dragged down by dissipations. Fifty grog shops built to one church established. Literary journals in different parts of the country hlled with scum and dandruff and slang, controlled by the very scullions of society, depraving everything they put their hands on. Three hundred and ten newspapers and journals ana magazines iu r e w 1 or., aim mure iubu two nunarea 01 tnem aepraving to tne pud lie taste, if not mimical to our noiy urns tlaaity. Look abroad and see the surrender, even on tne part 01 tnose wno pretenu to ce Christian churches, to spiritualism and humanitarianlam and all the lormsot devilism. If a man stand in his pulpit and say that unless you be born again you win be lost, do not tne tignt aid gloves 01 tne unristian, aia mono s bursting through, go up to tneir lore heads in humiliating shame? It is not ele from the first word of the first verse of tbe first chapter ef Genesis down to the last word ot tne last verse 01 tee last cnapier 01 tne boos: 01 Keveiation. un, we nave maghificant chi rch machinery in this country. We have sixty thousand American ministers; we nave cosuy music; we have gteat Sunday schools: and yet I give the fact that while tbe great cause of God is marching on there are many regiments falling back, and if the armv does not come to complete route aye, to ghastly Bull Kun defeat it will be because some indi vidual churches hurl themselves to the front, and ministers of Christ trampling on the favor of this world and sacrificing everything, ,.,, .1 11.1 j BDlcu aR lorn ?a "lreu ban01 f"06 an?. rU6.n head, crying: I "On! on! This is no time to run: this is the I .1 . a II I Hiilw uvc. I see still further the need of a great a wak en ing n the multitudinous going down of anforgiven souls. 8mce many of yoa came on the stage of action a whole generation hasgone nto the gates of eternity. Jour yK""nj w w"" have disappeared from the churches, from the stores, the shops, the streets, from the homes, too, U Uhr.stian man, nad an opportunity of meeting them: you did meet them. Yoa talked with them on other sub jects. You nad an opportunity of Baying 1 - . , i , ; j . . 1 . wt tibr wore, smayou uia cot eay tuai l'liJR "wu- j ua wmv ui luai. vu, nuc lis the fountain where, with sleeves rolled 7e, m?y,ftsl1 ,eur ba,nd8. froum,uhe u VAul3i m3"uii "ci.UCi. as Christian men and women, we can now interrupt the other nrocesson that is march ing down and will after awhile, if unar I rested by Gods grace fall off. There are goI , i l a J i lug uu nuu uui ewrca uuuuitus ui .uuu nd deJ8J Sg out from our factories hundreds of thousands of operatives; there we going out of our colleges hundreds 01 thousands of students: there are going oat I of our fields hundreds of thousands of hus- . , . ... , , , . . banmlf?.' 10 J01? ra5ks of dearh ?hey are fighting their way down.. They storm and take every impediment in their way. and who will throw himself in the way of this stampede of dying men and women. who? crying, "halt, halt!" Is It not time lor something desperate Inanimate solicitation will not do. They will not stop for that. You need a momenlam gathered by a whole souled wrestle with the omnipotent God. Oh, these dv ing souls! these dy-ng souls! What shall we Bay to them? What shall we do for them ? Catch Put down everything else aud run for tbe res cue. To-morrow may be too late. Three "V' 7ffd 'ÄV tjLt I fore it flashes out of your sight forever Their house ia on fire and no ladder to the window. Tbeir ship is gciDg down and no lifeboat O. men and women of God, awake awake! Ob, that all rewards and . punish ments, all joys and sorrows, and the aomz ing and rapturous vociferations of three worlds would arouse you to-day! O.God. flame noon us these orerwhelmiog realities - 1 Kill Oar stolidity: knock from under us our wt' so aches of ease; consame our indifference,

and throw us into the battle. An eternity

of work an eternity of work to do in ten years. Ay, perhaps in one year; perhaps in one month; perhaps 10 one day; perhaps in one hour; perhaps in one minute; perhaps in one second, and this the last. Bat no one drops down, and so I think God Is going to spare us to wake up out of our indolence and realize the truth that the greatest need of the church to-day ia A GREAT AWAK E.MAO. I need not rehearse in this presence what God has done for us as an individual church. loa have heard with your own ears tbe cries for mercy, and you hare seen the rain ing tears ef repentance. I do not believe that there is any church in this land that owes God more gratitude than this church owes Him to-day. But who can count the number of oar permanent congregation who are not Christians? And what about the 80,000 or 100.000 souls of strangers that, dur ing the last year, Moated in and out oar as semblages; and what about the eternity of those who are now and will be this year In our permanent congregation; and the 80,000 or iuo.uuo souls that during this coming twelve months will float in? If John Livin?jton in a small church in one service had 500 souls brought to God, why may you not, in a larger church, have 3.000 souls as easily as he had 500? It is the same Gospel. John Livingston did not save them. It is the same Hoiy Ghost. It is the same great Jehovah. If John Knox could put the lever of prayer under Scotland until he moved it from end to end, shall you not by the leyer of importunate petition move this whole city of Brooklyn from the East river to New Utrecht, and from New Utrecht to Long Island City. God can do it He will do it, if 3 on mightily and relentlessly ask Him to do it. Oh, Hing body, mind, soul, and eternal destiny into this one thing. Swing out and enlarge in your prayerful expectations. You asked God for hundreds of souls, and He gave them to yoa, and I sometimes heard you ask for thousands; and I am very certain that if you had asked for thousands with tbe same faith that you asked for hundreds, God would have given you thousands. There is no need, in this presence, of bringing the old stereotyped illustrations of the fact that God hears prayer, nor telling you about Hezekiah's restored health, and about Elijah and the great rain and about the post-mortem examination of the Apostle James, which found that his knees had become callous by much praying; nor of Richard Baxter, who stained the walls of his study with the breath of prayer; nor of John Welch and the midnight plaid; nor of George Whitfield flat on his face before God. No need of my telling you of these thiogs. I turn in on your own consciousness and I review the memory of that time when your own soul was sinking and God heard your cry; and of that time when your child was dying and God heard your petition; and of that time when your fortune failed and God set in your empty pantry the cruse of oil and the measure of meaL I want no illustration at all. I just take a ladder with three rungs and set it down at your feet. On that you can mount up, and, if you will look off, see the silqation of ten thousand of your fellowcitizens: "Ask and it shall be given you; seek and ye shall find; knock and it will be opened unto you." Pat your righi foot oa the lower rang of that ladder and your left on the second rung of it, and that will bring yo'ir right foot on .the top rung. Then hold fast and iook out and see the ware ef the divine blessing dashing higher than the ton ga'lants of your ship Oh, yes: God is ready to hear. I think the Lord put on us a church of great responsibility. We set oar bauds to the work of evangelization. We are doing nothing else here. We do not want to do anything else here but this work of evangelization. That is, we want to bring men and women to Christ and bring them now. I do not know how you feel, my brethren, but my heart is breaking with a lodging that I have for the redemption of this people. It God does not cive me my prayer I can not endure it. I offer myself, I offer my life to this work. Take it, 0 Lord Jesus, and slay me if that be best. Whether oy my life or by my death, may a greot multitude of souls here be born to God, If from the mound of my graue more can step into be Kingdom of God than through my life, et me now lie down to the last sleep. But od ly let the people be saved. Lord Jesus, it is sweet to live for Thee: me thinks it would be sweeter to die for Tbee. If in the Napol eonic wars six million fell, if in the wars of he Koman Empire one hundred and eighty millions fell, shall there not be a great many in our day who are willing to sacrefice. not any worldly ambition, but sacrifice all for Christ. Babj's Letter. "I wis I could wlte a letter 1" Haid the baby with a sigh, "Bat the pencil don't go wight a bit, 'Tisn't any ure to twr; But." thoughtfully. "I know one sing 1 can make one, two. fee. Would 'at be a letter, mamma? I should sink at 'it would be." "I should think so. dear," said mamma, So he made a '1 r, 2." "You see." he said, "I love Aunt 8ue, And I want to write to she." ADd unt Sue wrote (the baby's eyes (lowed with triumphant lee): "Tbe nicest letter I ever saw Was the baby's 1 5 g.' " -Kate Upson Clark. English New Year Superstitions. Notes and Queries. At Christmas parties in the country the young men nave the privilege of kissing any of the opro-ite sex they can get hold of. When Sir liocer De Coverley is danced the chief guests are expedted to dance with the cook and butler. All peacock feathers must be thrown out before New Year's Dav. or else you will fe ave ill luck. On New Year's bye you must take pieces of money, bread, wood acd coal, and a little salt, tie them up in a bundle, and lay on the doorstep af'er 12. Some one will then come, and you must ask his name. If he says "John Smith" he must not be admitted, because the initial letters of his name are curved; but if he says "Edward Thompson" admit him at once, as his initial letters are made up of straight lines; but he must bring tbe banme in wnn mm mat vas la d nn th atn He must then wish yon a hmnv v xcot, uu. aner receiyme a eilt, naas j r - r.Kf uuh uy me DaL'K OOor. Than ha. hold. food luck ia another year. On both Christmas and New Year s Eves, when the clock begins to strike 12. the doors especially ibe front and back aie opened, tbat the bad spirits may pass out and the good ones pas in, and immedi ately the cicfk ha struck 12 the doors are ? m V 11 is 8aid ,to keep tbe good spirits in. The first peraon to enter the house on a New ear's morning must be a man. Many Hoiderness folks teil some little chsp to be ready to come in so soon r the old year is dead, and eo secure good luck to the household. When the master enters his house for the first time in the new year be must take something in which he did not take out A Hull friend told me he always emptied his pockets before he left home on Year's morning and pat in some money and bread, which he procured at his mother's, arjd so rf ached his home armed with the necef sariea of life. Some people place a sixpence on the doorsteo on New Year's Eve. and so soon as the clock strikes it Is brought iu. n.xaia l need hardly say, is done in the country 1 You must never go out on New Year's Day until some one has come In ' is the rule in borne parts.

OUR ÜUK0PEAN LETTEB.

Chrht Kindl In Munich. Au f itift's Home, aud How Foods ate be ItU'l for It An Interertlr-s; A flair. to Special entlnel Leittr Mr sich. Dec. 24. To morrow isChilstmas Day, which in Germany means more than in ' any other country on th globe. It is celebrated by young and old, in every household, and tonight, Christu.ÄS eve, there is scarcely a windew in the wnole city through which the burning takers ot the Chrutmas tree are not to be rejected. Every little tcdJLtr in the land, and there are liCt a few, his been busy with writing his ChriStrLas letter to the dcaxChrist Kindl, telling him ot hid wants, and 1 raj ing not to be forgotten ns he maVs his tour in his little golden chariot. By the way, this Christ Kindl is a most lovely illusion, for it means nothing less than the child Christ himself; it is cer tainly more beautiful than our pnsey old Kris Kriugle (in all probability a corrnption of Cans'. Kindl), with his Ion?, white beard and shaggy robes. What could be more deightful than tl e httie Geiruau chile's idea of the Christ Kindl or infant Jesus floating softly through the air, and in and out of the windows, carried in his golden wagon, filled with all manner of good things for all the other little ones in tbe land? About two weeks ago, old Nikolaus made his nsual rounds, armed with sticks and provided with a hupe bag, for he is a chajtiser, and a most dreaded personage by the ittie folks. He is a sort cf investigating committee, and reports all those who are to be rememterel by the Christ Kindl. Tbe naughty ones are threatened with the most dire ca lamities, such as being beaten with his sticks. or carried off in his big sick, the only etc ape - being immediate reformation. Now every little heart is beating high with expectation, for the foreshadowings of the Christ Kindl's coming are to be seen everywhere. In many of the bread streets and paika booths have been erected and Christmas trees fill the open space (every family buys a Christmas tree) until the whole city teems like one big market place. But Munich never ceases to be an art city, atid bt r artists are untiring in giving exhib itions of their ski.l aod creative genius. Not even does the dear Christ Kindl come with out bei Q htralded by theui ia tbeir own original way. Tbere is an effort on foot to build a Knnsther Haus, a sort of arti&tb' home.iu Munich, and among tbe venous means of raising funds for this pnrpoEe, it was decided to hold a Christ Kindl market in the old Academy building. hicu has just been va cated for the elegant new one. This Kunsther Haus is to pe provided with studios and exhibition rooms. where artists' awork can be exhibited and sold direct from the.r easels without the intervention of an art dealer. To tuis market theu we were eujoined to go and see," for it was said to be without comparison. Here gorgeous colors. Driuiant and safiasedflighta, great paooramic canvasses and genuine costumes oriental, and antique, in the most happy combinations, reveal to us the land of the true artist alone. Our keenest ex pectati ns were sarpaased in the scenes aud pictures of real life here represented. Before eatering the market itsilf, we first passed through a dimly lighted apartment in which was a representation of the infant Jesas in the manger at Bethlehem. The hilly landscape, bathed in a flood uf moonlight, was presented in a most realistic manner, while over all was a subdued, even solemn air. Leavinz this idyllic scene, we were at occe ushered into a chaos ot oriental splendor. Fantastic buildings, with their gilded domes and cupalos, luxuriant plants and foliage, the gay colors ot tbe tradesmen in their national dress, as well as those of their wares, assured us at once that we wsre in the midst of eastern wonders, surrounded by the glare and glitter o: the bazars of Cairo. At every step, a genuine Tark, gen uine at least as to dress and manners, several in fact as to nationality, pressed upon ns his tempting wares, or in his own peculiar monotonous tones offered us his "good Mocha, genuine Mocha," served in tiny cups. Solemn vitaged Turks, seated cresslegged upon their cushions, surrounded by the rich hangings of their booths, and half covered by their silken goo is, seemed more like a picture than reality. Subtle combinations of cjlor, gilding, painting canvas, together with a substantial frame work, and then peopled with real, live men ln their own garb, busied with their own occupations, left nothing wanting to carry out the idea of an oriental city, teeming with life. Bat the crowd pushes us on through this brilliant piare, out into an open market square. Here the steen tile roofs, corner windows, and odd turrets tell us that we are in an old G er or an city of the Middle Ages, while among the friendly, jolly groups gathered here an 1 there are to be seen the gay and original costumes of the lands knecht, or country vas-aL Further on we seem to etep out into the cold winter night, where the moonshioe reveals to us old Munich as it was a few hun dred years ago. The pointed roofs and gables are covered with snow, and icicles hang from the public fountain. Around the market place the booths are lighted with the old-time oil lamps, and everything is in keeping with a dream of bygooe days. In leaving this quaiut Chr s isn market, we took with us the old conviction strengthened anew, tbat Munich and her artists are unsurpasted in any city or country for criminal conceptions and faithfnl representations. Success be to their untiring efforts. L. R. The Lex j Skate. Skates like this pilr of Johnny's Are such mysterious things. A boy can fly with them almost As well as if he d wioza. Qive theia an icy sldswAla, Or frozen bit of pool, I think tatj'd go to UAlifix, Orposflbiy bejond. And yet when X asked Johnny, An hour 0 ago. or more. As he upoa bis sereo-leAguetboc Went .klmmiu pat the door. If he would do an erraud Over across the town, 80 -re lines above his pleaaM je Gathered into a frown. And he began ejcplilsisg It was so far to ko, Twould tike o loa?: It was so to! J ; Ile'd have to po o slow! I think I've learned one eecret; Ihatekatcsareiwlftanl true At play : but Uzy. Is x and loath When errand are to do. Youth's Coui&aaluu. At the World's Fair, New Orleans, an interesting souveair is distributed by theAmerlean Bible Society. It is a pamphlet containing verses in the 212 language Into Which the Scriptures have been" translated.