Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 14 June 1890 — Page 7

I nAEL TROUBLES PAST.

DBilUSXliKlTT THE RAINBOW

OOVENAN1.

BPtye Del ago of Sin Dashes Over the Highest Mountains—Dr. l'alrauge's Sundby Sermon.

Rev. Dr. Talmage preached at the •Brooklyn Tabernacle last Sunday Subject: "All Troubloa Past."—Text Rev. iv., 3. He said:

As after a night of fearful lemptest at sea one ship, more stanch than an other, rides on undamaged among the fragments of spars and hulks that float about, so old Woah's ark. at the close of the deluge, floats on over the wreck •of a dead world. Looking out of the window of the ark you see the planks of houses, and the sheaves of wheat, and the carcasses of cuttle, and the corpses of men. No tower is left to toll the burial no mourners to form in line of procession no ground in which to bury the dead. Sinking a line twenty-seven feet long, you just touch the tops of the nountains. Ghastliness •and horror' The ark, instead of walking the sea, like a modern ship, in majesty and beauty, tosses helplessly no helm to guide no sail to set no ahores to steer for. Why protract the agony of the good people in such a craft when they might in one dash of the wavo have been put out of their misery?

But at yonder spot in the horizon we see colors gathering in the sky. At just the opposite point in the horizon other colors are gathering. I find that they are the two buttresses of an arched bridge. The yellow, the red, the orange, the blue, the indigo, the violet are mingled, and by invisible hands tho whole structure is hung into the 3ky, and the ark has a triumphal arch to sail under. An Angel of Light swings his hand across the sky, and in the seven prismatic colors he paints with pencil of sunbeam the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature. God lilted up that great irched bridge, and set it over His own head in the heaven. John saw it, for ho says, "There was a rainbow round about the throne."

I notice that none but the people who were in the ark saw the rainbow. It cast its shadow cloar down into the water where the people were buried, and lighted up the dead faces with a strange radiance, but they could not

"yotr-^afljettev gofr infco the Ark!-.-As4 jrou call your family out at the close of the shower to show them tho sign in aeaven, so I want you all at last to see the grander rainbow round about the ihrone. "Look there!" says Noah to dis wife, 'at that bow in the clouds, ind, Shem and Japhet, look! look!— the green, the yelluW, and the red and the orange!" I should not wonder if some of your own children in the Good

Land should after a while cry out to pou, "Look, father! look, mother! i'.iere is a rainbow round about tho ihrone!" You had better get into the A.rk, with all your .. families, if you tvant to see it.

I notice also that the chief glory Df God comes after the rain. No ihower, no rainbow, no trouble, no brightness, of Christian consolation. tVeavers are sometimes, by reason of their work, dusty and rough in their ipparel, and so it is the coarse-clad tempest, whose hand and loot swing the shuttle, that weaves the rainbow. Many Christians are dull, and stupid, and useless because they have not had disaster enough to wake them up. The brightest scarf that heaven makes is thrown over the shoulders of the storm. You can not make a thorough Christian life out of sunshine alone. There are some very dark hues in tho ribbon of the rainbow you must have In life the blue as well as tho orange. Mingling all the colors of the former makes a white light and it takes all the shades, and sadness, and vicissi tudes of life to make the white luster of a pure Christian character.

Your child asks you, "Father, what makes the rainbow? and you say, "It is the sunlight striking through the rain-drops." Therefore I wondered how there could be a rainbow in heaven, since there are no storms there but then I conclude that that rainbow must be formed by the striking of heaven's sunlight Through the falling tears of earthly sorrow. When •we see a man overwhelmed with trouble, and his health goes, and his property goes, and his friends go, I say, "Now we shall see the glory of pod in this good man's deliverance." As at Niagara Falls I saw ono day ten rainbows spanning the awful plunge of the cataract, so over {he abyss of the Christian's trial hover the rich-liued wings of all the promises.

I notice that the most beautiful things of this world are to be preserved in heaven. When you see tho last color fade out from the rainbow of parth, you need not feel sad, for you will see the rainbow round about the throne. That story about the world burning up has given me many a pang. When I read that Paris was besieged, !l said: 'Now the pictures and statues tin. the Louvre and Luxembourg will be (destroyed all those faces of Rem hrandt, and those bold dashes of lM|Rubens, and th «e enchantments of '•-^(Raphael on cany

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and those statues

'of Canova." But is not a more melancholy thought that ruin is te come jupon this great glory of the earth, in •which the mountains are as the chiBelod (sculptures, and upon the sky, in which tthe "transfiguration" of sunrise and Isunset is hung with loops and tassels j^Bof fire? I was removed when I found sf|fefthat the picture

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had been

'moved from the

Louvre and

Luxembourg, and I am now when I think that the bnt parti 0t earth are either to be removed *r pictured in the Good Land. The trees must twist in the last fire—the oaks and the cedars and the maples but in heaven there shall be the trees of life on the banks of the river, and the palm trees from which tho conquerors shall pluck their branches. The Hudson and the St. Lawrence and the Ohio shall boil in the last flame, but we shall have moce than their beauty in the River of Life from under the throne. The daisies and the portulacas and the roses of earth will wither in the hot sirocco or the judgment, but John tells of the garlands which the glorified shall wear and there must be flowers or there could be no garlands.

Tho rainbow on our sky, which is only the pillow of tho dying storm, must be removed but then, glory be to God! "there is a rainbow round*about the throne." 1 have but to look up to tho radiant arch above the throne of God to assure myself that the most glorious things of earth are to be preserved in heaven. Then let the world burn all that is worth saving will be snatched out of the fire.

I see the same truth set forth In the twelve foundations of the wall of heaven. St. John announces the twelve foundations of this wall to be, the first, of jasper—yellow and red tho second, of sapphire—a deep blue the third, a chalcedony—a varied beauty the fourth, emerald—a bright green color the fifth, sardonyx—a bluish white the sixth, sardius—red and fiery the seventh, chrysolite—golden-hued the eighth, beryl—a bluish green the ninth, topaz—a pale green mixed with yellow the tenth, chrysopresus—a golden bluish tint the eleventh, jacinth—fiery as the sunset the twelfth, amethyst. But these

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stones

are ouly the foundation of the wall of hoaven—the most inferior part of it. On the top of this foundation there rises a mighty wall of jasper—of brilliant yellow and gorgeous crimson. Stupendous cataract of color Throne of splendor and sublimity!

You see that the beautiful colors which are the robes of glory to our earth, are to be forever preserved in this wall of heaven. Our skies of blue, which sometimes seem almost to drop with richness of color, shall be glorified and eternized in the deep everlasting blue of that fiery stone which forms the second foundation of the heavenly wall, The green that sleeps on the brook's banks, and rides on the seawave, and spreads its banners on the mountain top, shall be eternized in the Arnold fcW.

that shoots its forked tongue out of the thunder cloud, the flames at whose breath Moscow fell and ./Etnas burn, shall be eternized in the fiery jasper. It seems as if all earthly beauty were in ono billow to be dashed up against that wall of heaven so that the most beautiful things of earth will be kept either in the wall, or the foundation, or in the rainbow round about the throne.

I notice the unspeakable attractiveness of heaven. In other places the Bible tells us of the floor of heaven— the waters and the stones and the fruits but now St. John tells us of the roof—the frescoed arch of eternity, and the rainbow round about tho throne. Get a ticket, and, carefully guarded, you go into tho royal factory it Paris, where the Gobelin tapestries of the world are made, and see how for years a man will sit putting in and out a ball of colored worsted through the delicate threads, satisfied if he can in a day make so much as a finger's breadth of beauty for a king's canopy. But behold how my Lord, in one hour, with his two hands, twisted the tapestry, now swung above the throne, into a rainbow of inlinito glory. Oh, what a place heaven must be! You have heretofore looked at the floor this morning take one glance at the ceiling.

I notice what must bo the feeling of safety among tho people of heaven. Have you over seen a cloud burst? There have been days when it rained as if it never would stop. You knew, if it kept on that way long, all tho nations would be drowned: yot you had no apprehension, for you remember the Bow of Promise painted on the cloud in Noah's time. So the glorified have but to look to tho arch around the throne of the King to be reassured that the deluge of trial is forever past. On earth, the deluge of sin covers the tops of tho highest mountains. I heard an Alpine guide, amid the most stupendous evidences of God's power, swear at his mule as he stumbled in the pass. Yes. the deluge of sin dashes over the top of the highest mountain ranges. Revenge, drunkenness, impiety, falsehood, blasphemy, are but different waves of a flood that has overwhelmed nations. New York is drowned in it. Brooklyn is drowned in it. Boston is drowned in it. London is drowned in it. St. Petersburg is drowned in it. Two great hemispheres are drowned in it. But the redeemed, looking unto the "rainbow round about the throne," see the pledge that is ended for them forever.

They have committed their last sin, and combated their 'last temptation. No suicide leaps into those bright waters no profanity befouls that pure air no villaln'B torch shall fire those temples no murderer's hand shall strike do^n those sons of God. They know that for them the deluge of sin is assuaged, for

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toad apetnst free Bn^land despotic Germany against free Germany despotic Austria against free Austria. The great battle of Garth is being fought—the Armageddon of the nations. The song that unrolled from the sky on the first Christmas night, of "peace and good will to men," is drowned in tho booming of the great siege guns. Stand back and lot the long lino of ambulances pass. Groan to thom. Uncover and look upon tho trenches of the dead. Blood! blood! —a deluge of blood!

But the redeomed of heaven, looking upon the glorious arch that spans the throne, shall see that the deluge is over. No batteries are planted on those hills no barricades blocking those streets no hostile flag above those walls no sinoke of burning vil lages no shrieks of butchered men but peace German and Frenchman,' who fell with arms interlocked in hate on the field of death, now, throughChrist in heaven, stand with arm9 interlocked in love. Arms stacked for ever shields of battle hung up. Tho dove instead of tho eagle tho lamb instead of the lion. There shall bo nothing to hurt or destroy in all God's holy mount for there is a rainbow round about, the throne.

Now the earth is covered with the deluge of sorrow. Trouble! trouble! The very first utterance when we come into the world is a cry. Without any teaching we learn to weep. What has so wrinkled that man's face? What has so prematurely whitened his hair? What calls out that sigh? What starts that tear? Trouble! trouble! I find it in the cellar of poverty, and far up among the heights on the top of the crags for this also hath gone over the highest mountains.

You go into the store, and it meets you at your counting-desk: you go into the street, and it meets you at the corner: you go into the house, and it meets you at tho door. Tears of poverty! tears of persecution! tears of bereavement!—a deluge of tears! Gathered together from all the earth, they could lloat an ark larger than Noah's.

But the glorified, looking up to the bow that spans the throne, shall see that the deluge is over. No shivering wretch on the palace step no blind man at the gate of the heavenly temple asking for alms: no grinding of the sorew-driver on coffin lid. They look up at the rainbow and read, in lines of yellow and red and green and blue and orange and indigo and violet: "They shall hunger no more: neither thirst any more: neither shall the sun

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and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Thank God for the glory spanning the throne!

In our boyhood we had a superstition that at the foot of the rainbow there was a casket of buried gold: but I have to announce that at the foot of this rainbow of heaven there is a box made out of the wood of the cross. Open it, and you find all the treasures of hoaven.

Oh, that our eyes may all look upon this fow of promise, lifted by Christ's own hand! Wo shall trace theseperate lines of beauty across the firmament. In the line of red I shall see the blood of my lord: in the blue the bruises that colored His cheek: in the green the freshness of His grace: in the violet His humility: in all that curve of beauty the bend of his right arm of love swung over all the redeomed.

But mind what I told you at the beginning and what 11611 at the close— that none but Noah's family in the Ark saw the rainbow, and only those who are at last in Christ shall discover it amid the glories of heaven. "Except a tpan be born again he can not see tho kingdom of God. m. if You Would Be Healthy

Don't contradict your wife. Don't toll a man he is a stranger to the truth because he happens to smaller than yourself. Errors of tms kind have been lrnowi to be disastrous.

Never go to bed with cold or damp feet. Leave them beside the kitdfion lire where they will bo handy to piit oh in the morn^g.

It is bad to lean your back against anything cold, particularly when it, is an icy pavement upon which your vertebral arrangement has carrome'd with a jolt that snakes the buttons off your coat.

Always eat yoar breakfast before bo-

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'there is a rainbow

round about the throne." Now the world is covered with deluge of blood. The nations are all tho time either using the sword sharpening it. The factories of the world are night and day manufacturing the weaponry of death throne against throne empire against empire the spirit of despotism and freedom at war in every land despotic America againBt free America despotic Eng-

inning a journey, if you haven't say don't journey. After violent exorcise—like puling np the stove or nailing down carpets— «ever ride around town in an open carriage. It is better to walk. It ia also cheaper.

When hoarse, speak as little as possible. If you are not hoarse it won't do you any harm to keep you mouth shut, too.

Don't light the tiro with kerosene. Let the hired girl do it. She hasn't any wife add opldren. Yon have.

Don't roam around the house in ypuj: bare feot at the dead of .bight trying

pidk up stray tacks. Mea have b^ei) known to dislocate their jaw throngn this bad practice.

When you see a man pot the lighted end of a ci^ar in his month, dont Us) him if it is not enough. Serious injur] has often respited front tlus

Philadelphia Inquirer.

habit.—.

Some time ago tha teacher of a Riverside, Cal., school Instructed her class how to act la case of emergencies, such as drowning, gun-shot accidents, eta A day or so after tho lesson a lad named Haight went home and found his baby sister gives up for dead after being picked out of a canal. There was no doctor to be had, anfl young Haight went to work to apply hii lesson, and in a few minutes t&e btfby was restored to life. .v. The Mirror Up to Nataro.

Bessie—There's ono good that valen tines do." Jessie—"I'd like to know what it is.'

Bessie—"Ibey make ns tee ouratdva as oUuub see

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SQUEEMS GOT KICKED.

TROUBLES OF A CONSCIENTIOUS

PHRENOLOGIST.

Bneansa He Correctly Diagnoied Bumps

On a Coilomur'n Head He Was Walked

On and Kicked Oat.

What it was that induced Hiram Bqueems to take up with phrenology n3 a profession nobody ever knew with that degree of positiveness which amounts to a certainty. Perhaps hts failure in everything else had as much to do with it as anything. Really, then was little left for him to go into.

The great trouble with Professoi Squeems—everybody called him professor, no matter what business he was in was his conscience. He has constant rushes of conscience to the head. If h» could have strangled that inelastic, abnormally large conscience of his he would undoubtedly have been a successful man, as the world goes. And it was this heavy-weight, hair-spring conscience was always getting him into some mess that loft him even poorer than before.

At last he studied phrenology to a finish and hung out his shingle as a phrenologist.

The trouble with most phrenologists 1 n.-

is/ remarked Professor Squeems confldingly to a friend, "that they are unscrupulous charlatans. They wrong their patrons by giving tbem the most flattering diagnoses of their bumped heads. Such deception, while temporarily flattering, is harmful in the end. Now, suppose I tell a young man, just to please him, that he has concealed somewhere about his person a voice like Nicolini's at its prime. What is the result? The young man goes to Europe, trains his voice and comes back with musical education and a voice—well, a voice that wouldn't earn a dollar a week yelling 'fish' up a dark alley. "I shall differ from other phrenologists inasmuch I shall tell the'truth and shame the deyil—if he favors me with a call."

At last Professor Squeems Has a customer. The phrenologist greets him with the gentle effusiveness that is in. nate with him. The customer is a benevolent looking gentleman, well drea» sd and smooth mannered. And what $

"now MOCH IS YOCR FKE?"

head for a phrenologist! A head with such bumps that it seem to have gone to seed like an old potato.

The professor was charmed with his subject. "Sit right down in my examination chair, my bald-headed friend, and I will tell you all about yourself," he said to his caller. •'How much is your feef inquired the stranger, cautiously. "Two dollars for a verbal diagnosis with a printed blank filled in with the main points, but you don't need to pay until after the examination, and then only if you are satisfied."

The terms were not to be found fault with, and the customer filled the chair. The professor passed his fingers ovor the customer's head like a barber making the motions preliminary to a dry shampoo. "Ahem!" remarked the professor, inquiringly. "Did I get your name?" "Awks is my name—John 8. Awks." "Well, Mr. Awks, I will now proceed

"THIS 13 YOUR BUOT OF IMITATION,

to make a careful examination of youi cranium and truthfully tell you the result." "Go ahead, that's what I'm here for." "This is your bump of conjugal love, or, rather, where the bump should be," said the professor, tendci'ly carc-ssiag depression back of Mr. Awks' ear. "Its utter absence shows that you should never marry. If you do you will surely end your days on the gallows for wife murder. Tho bump over your ear, that of destructivenqss. shows that you arc homicidally inclined. Self-esteem is sc strongly developed that I should advise you to see a surgeon and have the bump amputated. Benevolence is conspicu ous oniy by its absence. Tour bump oI locality is represented only by a cavity, and I should advise you to engage guide even when wandering about youi own house. The bump of continuity i? your ease betoliens only a capacity foi getting on what is technically known at a continuous jag. As for tune, why you couldn't play a hand organ after years's instruction. You are so deficient in Judging form that it would be impossible, after the draw, for you tc distinguish the difference between a Dutflji flush and an ace full on deuce*,

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Ike hair of an orange. OombMrfbfM is finely developed and if you only had little courage you. would make ao excellent third-rate prize fighter. That ia the only pursuit for which you seem fitted unless

HE. AWK3* VIGOROUS DISAPFBOVAL. As Mr. Awkb rave the poor professoi of phrenology a final kick, which sent nim spinning under a table, the angry customer observed quietly: "I didn't n"nd being insulted by that quack, but object to that massage treatment about 1 ™-v/!''9k

of

courage."—Charlet Lederw,

I in Chicago Herald. ......

Tartly Wit.

^bright 11tt 1 man sat bcmoanlnfl I .,ansat bemoaning- his fate

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sparkles too lata

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bright and sublime,

hat travel likeetnge-coaclies never on time—

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so slow in the race

lli&t a now topic renders them quite out of place. JllHc ™'ln. with a serious look. Bemurketi to himself as he opened the book nSr ^55?^ ?"no3' a humorist's head Iho saddest is this: it might h&vo been 6aid!"

—J.

A. JIacon in the Century.

OLD-TIME REPORTERS.

Getter Up of .New* of Nearly 300 Years -Vg°.

Liberty is niucli indebted to the press. So, we regret to say, is license. From the time that newspapers first shed their pleasant light upon a theretofore newsless world, the manufacturers of tuose luminaries appear to have been somewhat given to—suppose we say distention of the truth. As a member the guild we put it mildly.

Glancing over the pages of "rare -en Jonson" the other day, we noted in his "Staple of News," which was first upon the stage in 1625, the followhard hit at the "able editors" of t!--ic day: ic.inyboy, Junior—Why, methinks, sir, if

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Fltton—^Though it be ne'er so false it ruu« news 8tilL The "Pennyboys" (newsboys) of this onrday and generation could scarcely mors to that point than Jonson's y. thful newsvender. Jonson has fa- .. us with a pretty full description o. the duties of "a writer for the newspaper preys'' in his day. Two hundred and sixty-four years ago, he particularized the labors of a gentleman in that line of life as follows: "Factor for news for all the shires of England, I do write mv thousand letters a week ordinary [rather extraordinary, we should say], sometimes ono thousand two hundred [whew!) and Maintain the business at some charge, oth to hold up my reputation with ine own ministers in town and my lends of correspondence in the couni: y. I have friends of all ranks and of all religions, for which I keep an nswering catalogue of dispatch, whereia I have my Puritan news, my Protestant news, and my Pontificial news."

It is astonishing how (newspaper) history repeats itself. Much of what the old dramatist has said in his p'ays about the "News Letters" of tiie early part of the seventeenth century would fit a great many of the dailies and weeklies of the nineteenth.

The newspaper interest appears—to use the words of Felix Grundy—to have been "born a veteran." It had no infancy, but sprang into being perfect, like Pallas from the brain of Jove. So far as principle is considered, in what does it differ to-day from its picture as we find it drawn by the masterhand of Shakspeare's contemporary? No 'news writer" of Queen Elizabeth's time could have outfibbed the lightning telegraph no puffer of the Globe Theater could have flattered Burbage and his compeers more unctuously than our "dramatic critics" sometimes flatter tho stars, nay even the rushlight. of the modern stage.—N. Y. Ledger.

Waiters and Masliera.

"A head-waiter of fourteen years' standi'^," writes the London Truth: "Witi. aspect to the statements made in the public press—viz., that, owing to the similiarily of our dress clothes, mashers are indignant at being mistook for waiters—5-beg to state that the boot is on the other leg. It's us waiter.". what have to suffer for the said mistake and, as family men. earning our bread respectiible, we don't like it. I have more than once—1 know you won't believe it, but it's true—had mashers took for me at evening parties and such like, and twice to my knowledge they have had tips giveu to them intended for me. And what is more, sir. thev have stuck to 'em."

Boy's Composition.

The following is an extract from a real composition written by a small boy in New Jersey. The subject given by the teacher was the extensive one of "Man." Here is what the small boy wrote: "Man is a wonderful animal. He has eyes, ears, mouth. His ears are mostly for catching cold in and having tho earache. The nose is to get sniffles with. A man's body is split half way up, and he walks on the •plit ends."—LxppincoiCs Magazine.

It is said that the Empress Augusta left very full and carefully written memoirs, in which a clear account is given of her differences with, Bismarck

STORMS AND FLOODS.

Some Compulations Which Carry Weight and Water. The Northwestern Railroader Duts forth a novel theory to account for an allcgod increase of storms and floods in these latter years. It says that there are over oO.OOO locomotives in use in North America, and that the vapor from these sent out into the atmosphere each week will measure over 50,000,000,000 cubic yards, which must be returned as rain or 7,000,000,000 cubic yards a day—quite enough to produce rainfall every twenty-four hours. Other noncondensing steam sngines add eight times as much more 30 that the total mass of vapor disharged into the atmosphere must bo sach week more than 470,000,000,000 cubic yards.

A fow facts and figures, based on scientific data, will show how much real water there is in that enormous quantity of vapor. It is evident that the locomotives r.nd other steam engines in use in this country cannot convert into vapor any more water than they use. In other words, evaporation and precipitation must be exactly equal. A single locomotive uses on an average 10,000 gallons of water a day. Multiplying by 30,000,—the number of locomotives in the country —gives a total of 300,000,000 gallor, consumed per day. If they all run 300 days per year, the total yearly evaporation of water will be 90,000,000,000 gallons. Estimating the number of other noncondensing engines to be eight times as great in capacity, as the Railroader puts it, the grand aggregate of evaporation by all the steam engines of America amounts to 810,000,000,000 (810 billions) gallons. .-

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honest, common people Will be abused, why should they not har* that pleasure,

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the belief that lies are made for them,

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you in office, makiugr them yourselves. 'llT.

That appears to bo an immense" volume of water, but it only equals the annual precipitation in two good-sized counties in the regions blessed by abundant rainfall, as tho figures will show. One inch of rain per square mile amounts to 14,500,000 gallons. Forty inches is a fair annual average of rainfall in the well watered regions of the Mississippi Valley, and this gives a total of 580,000,000 gallons per square mile. Dividing the total product of steam evaporation by this sum the result shows that it would furnish ample irrigation for about 1,396 square miles of land—a little over thirty-eight geographical townships.

be obliged to ciepen^ uJJon to raise the vapors necessary for the ample irrigation of the soil. —Chicago Inter Occan.

How Polly and Peter Keep House. My Uncle is threshing with Freddy

My mother has gone to the fair I've vowed to be steady as steady, And baby, she's tied in her chair: I must brusli up the hearth to look neater.

And put all the tea-cups away,— There's no one to help me but Peter, And Peter,—why, Peter's at play.

Just hear how the turkeys are oryinpr, And the calf is as hungry as two! I'll see if the cherries are drying,

And then there's the churning to do: In summer we churn in the cellar, So baby can come there to stay— I must think of a story to tell her

While Peter,—but Peter's at play.

It is time that the chicken was over, And my mending is scarcely begun,— Here's Peter come up from the clover,

And we never liavo dinner till ono! I'll make this sauce a bit sweeter And bring out some cakes on a tray,— He must be well treated, poor Peter,

He does work so hard at his nlay! —Dora Read Goodale. in St. Nicholas.

He Could Use It:'/*.'

"I think we shall have to try again ," remarked the photographer as ho critically examined the negative. "The expression is too stern and forbidding." "Tho negative is all right," said the customer, picking up his hat. "All I wanted was a porsrait to send to my wife's aunt. She's thinking of visiting us this summer."—Chicago Tribune.

Prof. HyrtL

At tho university of Vienna five busts of celebrated professors wore recently unveiled. One of thom represents Prof. Hyrtl, tho celebrated anatomist, who has contributed so much to rendering the Vienna school of medicine famous. Though bent by eighty-seven winters, be attended tho ceremony. The numerous studonts present broke into enthusiastic cheers at the sight of him and unliarnossing his horses drew his carriage over the Ringstrasse. Tho professor thanked them in a clear voice in Latin, and encouraged every student present to give his heart and soul, and even his life, to the noble science. It was only the fear of hurting the weak old man that prevented the students from carrying him down the great niarblo staircase on their shoulders.

The Search for the South Pole. Under the leadership of an intrepid Norwegian a party is now being organ-, ized in Norway, the alleged purpose of which is to investigate the remote whale fisheries of the seas. In reality, however, a determined effort will bei made to reach the region of the South Pole, tho mysteries of which have yet to bo revealed. The expedition will consist of two steamers, equipped especially for such a voyage, and carry iug enough men to permit of tho placing of a small colony on Victoria land