Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 21, Decatur, Adams County, 14 August 1891 — Page 3

Vigorous Exerolso, A stroll for mental relaxation, or for pure air, or for pleasant companionship, valuable as this is, is far from accomplishing the full object of physical exercise. Os course, such exercise is meant mainly for brain workers, for the sedentary, for those who do not find it in their employment. Now vigorous exercise—and exercise only when it is sufficiently vigorous—equalizes the circulation. It brings it to the surface and carries it strongly to the furthest extremities. It relieves undue pressure on the brain, and checks the tendency to congest in the vital organs. It enables the blood to pass freely through the almost invisible network (the capillaries) which it must all traverse in its passage from the arteries to the veins, and thence to the heart and lungs, with its load of accumulated impurities. It arouses to more vigorous action those millions of tiny workers (the cells) by which all the tissues of muscle, nerve, membrane, bone, etc., are perpetually renewed. Such exercise also quickens the eliminating organs—those by which the body gets rid of its waste matter. One need not take poison to die of poison. Once at least every year the entire body passes off as dead matter, and each particle is as much poison as if drank from an infected well. Now the lungs, with their deeper and fuller inspiration induced by vigorous exercise, throw off more effectively the deadly carbon, and take in larger draughts of life-giving oxygen; and the heart sends a purer blood with a fuller flow through the system. The huge liver, through which must pass for still further purification all the blood of the body, is liable to congestion. It cannot hasten the blood, as does the heart by its own contraction, nor as do the lungs by the.aid of the muscles of the chest and diaphragm. It is now known that the successive collapse, and inflation of the lungs greatly aid the circulation of the blood through the liver, and that this circulation is especially helped by the deep breathing caused by vigorous exercise, let your walk be brisk with a full swing of the arms, and if possible let it ini elude more or less of “uphill.”— Youth’s Companion. 4 ’ Preserving Property, if Not Propriety. A rather good story is told of an occurrence at a swell society residence in one of the fashionable quarters of Washington, a few evenings ago. A lady of the house was showing a visitor of her own sex—herselj a leader-of the uppercrust—some very handsome photographs. While engaged in this way a j fresh caller arrized, and the hostess asked the lady who was admiring the pictures to excuse her. “Oh, don’t mind me,” said the other, “I will stay here and finish examining the photos.”' “No, you won’t,” said the fair entertainer, “I’ve lost too many that wav already,” and gathering up her treasures in haste, she moved away. — Washington Post. The Only One Ever Printed—Can You Find the Word? Each week a different three-inch display is published in this paper. There are no two words alike in eitlyar ad., except One word. This word will l/o found in the ad.' for Dr. Harter’s Iron ’Npnlc, Little Liver Pills and Wild Cherry Bitters. Look for “Crescent” trade-mark. Read the ad. carefully, and when you find the word send it to them and they will return you a book, beautiful lithographs and sample free. .Latin in Germany. Boys'of Germany begin the study of Latin when but 9 years of age, and contiiiue the course for nine years. FITS.— AII Fits stopped free by Dr. Kline’s Great Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first day’s use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and JW.OO trial bottle free to Fit eases bead to Dr. Kliue, 931 Arch SU Phila.. Pa. It is a glad and glorious thing to be a Christian.

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CHEATED BY THE WORLD TALMAGE PREACHES A POWERFUL SERMON AT TOPEKA. - f “Ye Have Sold Yourselves for Naught; and Ye Shall Be Redeemed Without Money”—A Bad Bargain Which Christ's Blood Alone Will Right. Dr. Talmage preached at Topeka, Kan. The subject of the sermon for this week is, “A Poor Investment,” and the text, Isaiah Hi, 3, “Ye have, sold yourselves for naught; and ye shall be redeemed without money.” The Lord’s people had gone headlong Into sin, and as a punishment they had been carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay. Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captives that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that, literally, my text was fulfilled. “Ye have sold yourselves for naught; and ye shall be redeemed without money.” There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons. = There are persons here who have, like the people of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong either to yourselves or to God. The title deeds have been passed ever to “the world, the flesh, and the devil,” but the purchaser never paid up. “Ye have sold yourself for naught” When a man passes himself over to the world he expects to get some adequate compensation. He has heard the great things that the world does for a man, and he believes it. He wants $250,000. That Will be horses and houses, and a summer resort, and jolly companionship. To get It he parts with his physical health by overwork. He parts with his conscience. He partswith much domestje enjoyment He parts with opportunities for literary ■culture. He parts with his soul. And jo he makes over his entire nature to the world. He does it in four installments. He pays down the first installment and onefourth of his nature is gone. He pays down the second installment, and onehalf of his nature is gone. He pays down the third installment and threequarters of his nature are gone; and after many years have gone by he pays down the fourth installment, and 10l his entire nature is gone. Then he comes up to the world and says: “Good morning. I have delivered to you the goods. I have passed over to you my body, my mind, And my soul, and I have come now to soiled the $250,000.” “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” says the world.' “What do you mean?” “Well,” you say,'“l come'to collect the money you owe me, and I expect you to fulfill your part of the contract.” “But,” says the world, “I have failed. I am bankrupt. I cannot possibly pay that debt. I have not for a long while expected to pay it.” “Well,” you then say, “give me back the goods.” “Oh, no,” says the world, “they are all gone. I cannot give them back to you.” And there you stand on the confines of eternity, your spiritual character gone, staggering under the consideration that “you have sold yourself for naught.” I tell you the world is a liar; it does not keep its promises. It is a cheat, and it fleeces everything it can put its hands on. It is a bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old-swindle. Even if it pays the $250,000 for which you contracted, it pays them in bonds that will not be worth anything in a little while. Just as a man may put down SIO,OOO in hard cash and get for it worthless scrip—so the world passes over to you the $250,000 in that shape which will not be worth a farthing to you a thousandth part of a second after you are dead. “Oh,” you say, “it will help to bury me anyhow.” Oh, my brother! you need not worry about that. ’ The world will bury you soon enough from sanitary considerations.. Post mortem emoluments are of no use to you. The treasures cf this world will not pass current in the future world; and if all.the wealth of the Bank of England were put o in the pocket of your shroud, and you in the midst of the Jordan of death were asked to pay 3 cents for your ferriage, you could not _do it. There comes a moment in your existence beyond which all earthly values fail; and many a man has wakened up in such a time to find that he has sold out for eternity and has nothing to show for it. I should as soon think of going to Chatham street to buv silk pocket handkerchiefs with no cotton in them as to go to this world expecting to find any permanent happiness. It has deceived and deluded every man who has ever put his trust in it. History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thousands of dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his nostrils, and there were the richest meats and wines and fruits and confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of sinful indulgence on which he reclined, and the man declared afterward that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one , week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it! Ah! that was the rub! He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the Conqueror thought for a little while that he was making a fine thing out of this world, anti yet before he came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph for his monument: “I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian empire. I was king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monui ment.” But the world in after years plowed up his sepulcher. The world clapped its hands and stamped its feet in honor of Charles Lamb, but what does he say? “I walk up and down, thinking I am happy, but feeling lam not.” Call the roll, and be quick about ft, Samuel Johnson, the learned! Happy? “No. I am afraid I shall some day get crazy.” William Hazlitt, the great essayist!! Happy? “No. I have been for two hoars and a half going up and down Paternoster row with a volcano in my breast.” SmoHet, the witty author! Happy? “Na lam sick of praise and blame, and I wish to God that I had such circumstances around me that I could throw my pen into oblivion.” Buchanan, the world renowned writer, exiled from his own country, appealing to Henry VIII for protection! Happy? “No. Over mountains covered with snow and through valleys flooded with rain I come a fugitive.” Moliere, the popular dramatic author! Happy? “No. That wretch of an actor just now recited four of my lines without the proper ascent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung, drawn and quartered tortures me like a condemned spirit.” I went to see a worldling die. As I went into the hall 1 saw its floor was tessellated, and its wall was a picture gallery. I found his death chamber adorned with tapestry until It seemed as if the clouds of the setting sun had settled in the room. The man had given forty years to the world—his wit, his time, his genius, his talent, his soul. Did the world come in to stand by his deathbed, and clearing off the vials of bitter medicine, put down any compensation? Oh, no! The world does not like sick and dying people, and leaves them in the lurch. It ruined this nfan, and then left him. He had a magnificent funeral. All the ministers wore •carls, and there wore forty-three car-

riages in a row; but the departed man appreciated not the obsequies. I want to persuade mv audience that this world is a poor investment; that it does not pay 90 per cent, of satisfaction, nor 80 per cent, nor 20 per cent, nor 2 per cent., nor 1; that it gives no solace when a dead babe lies on your lap; that it gives no peace when conscience rings its alarm; that it gives no explanation in the day of dire trouble, and at the time of your decease it takes hold of the pillow case and shakes out the feathers, and then jolts down in the place thereof sighs and groans and execrations, and then makes you put your head on it. Oh, ye who have tried this world, is it a satisfactory portion? Would you advise your friends to make the investment? Na “Ye have sold yourselves for naught?” Your conscience went Your hope went. Your Bible went. Your Heaven went. Your God went When a sheriff under a writ from the court sells a man out, the officer trenerally leaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few cups and knives; but in this awful vendue in which you have been engaged the auctioneer’s mallet has come down upon body, mind and soul. Going! Gone! “Ye have sold yourselves for naught” How could you do so? Did you think that your soul was a mere trinket which for a few pennies you could buy in a toy shop? Did you think that your soul, if once lost, might be found again if you went out with torches and lanterns? Did you think that your soul was short lived, and, that panting, it would soon lie down for extinction? Or had ycu no idea what your soul was worth? Did you ever put your fore-fingers on eternal pulses? Have you ever felt the quiver of its peerless wing? Have you not known that, after leaving the body, the first step of your soul reaches to the stars, and the next step to the farthest outposts of God’s universe, and that it will not die until the day when the everlasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my brother, what possessed you that you should part with your soul so cheap? “Ye have sold yourselves for naught.” But I have some good news to tell you. I want to engage in a litigation for the recovery of of yours. I want to show that you haVe been cheated out of it. I want to prove, as I will, that you were crazy on that subject and that the world, under such circumstances, had no right to take the title deed from you, and if you will join me I shall get a decree from the High Chancery Court of Heaven reinstating you into the possession of your soul. “Oh,” you say, “I am afraid of lawsuits; they are so expensive, and I cannot pay the cost.” Then have you forgotten the last half of my text? “Ye have sold yourself for naught; and ye shall be redeemed without money.” Money is good for a great many things, but it cannot do anything in this matter of the soul. You cannot buy your way through. Dollars and pounds sterling mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If you could buy your salvation. Heaven would be a great speculation, an extension of Wall street. Bad men would go up and buy out the place, and leave us to shift for ourselves. But as money is not a lawful tender, what is? I will answer, Blood! Whose? Are we to go through the slaughter? Ob, no; it wants richer blood than ours. It wants a king’s blood. It must be poured from royal arteries. It must be a sinless torrent. But where is the king? I see a great many thrones and a great many occupants, yet none seem to be coming down to the rescue. But after awhi e the clock of night in Bethlehem strikes twelve, and the silver pendulum of a star swings across the sky, and I see the King of Heaven rising up, and He descends, and steps down from star to star, and from cloud to cloud, lower and lower, until He touches the sheep-coh-ered hills, and then on to another hill, this last skull-shaped, and there, at the sharp stroke of persecution, a rill incarnadine trickles- down, and we who could not be redeemed by money are redeemed by precious and imperial blood. We have in this day professed Christians who are so rarefied and etherealized that they do not want a religion of blood. W’hat do you want? You seem to want a religion of brains, The Bible says, “In the blood is the life.” No atonement without blood. Ought not the apostle to know? What did he say? “Ye are redeemed not with corruptible things, such as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of Christ ” You put your lancet into the arm of our holy religion and withdraw the blood, and you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the grave. Why did God command the priests of old to strike the knife into the kid, and the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock, and the lamb? It was so that when the blood rushed out from these animals on the floor of the ancient tabernacle the people should be compelled to think of the coming carnage of the Son of God. No blood, no atonement. I think that God intended to impress us with a vividness of that color. The_ green of the grass, the blue of the sky, would not have started and aroused us like this deep crimson. It is as if God had said: “Now, sinner, wake up and see what the Saviour endured for you. This is not water. This is not jvine. It is blood. It is the blood of my own Son. It is the blood of the Immaculate. It is the blood of God.” Without the shedding of blood is no remission. There has been many a man who in courts of law has pleaded “not guilty,” who nevertheless has been condemned because there was blood found on his hands, or blood found in his room. And what shall we do in the last day if it be found that we have -ecruciEed the Lord of Glory and have never repented of it? You must believe in the blood or die. No escape. Unless you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your stead you yourself must suffer. It is either Christ’s blood or your blood. “Oh,” says some one, “thought of blood sickens me.” Good. God intended it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act as though you had nothing to do with that Calvarian massacre. You had. Your sins were the implements of torture. Those implements were not made of steel and iron and wood, so much as out of your sins. Guilty of this homicide, and this regicide, apd this deicide, confess your guilt to-day. Ten thousand voices of Heaven bring in the verdict against you of guilty, guilty. Prepare to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch you rseif out for the sacrifice, or accept the Saviour’s sacrifice. Do not fling away your one chance. It seems to me that all Heaven were trying to bid in your soul. The first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Lazarus; but that is not a high enough price. The next bid Heaven makes is the sweat of Gethsemane; but it is too cheap a price. The next bid Heaven makes seems to be whipped back of Pilate’s hall; but it is not a high enough price. Can it be possible that Heaven cannot buy you in? Heaven tries once more. It says: “I bid this time for that man’s soul the tortures of Christ’s martyrdom, the blood on His temple, the blood on His cheek, the blood on His chin, the blood on His hand, the blood on His side, the blood on His knee, the blood on His foot—the blood in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath the crosst the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers’ spears, the blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies.” Glory to God, that bid wins itl The highest price that was ever paid for any*

1 1,1 * • —* l ■ ■ thing was paid for vOur soul. Nothing could buy it but blood. The estranged property is brought back. Take it. “Ye have sold yourselves for naught; and ye shall be redeemed without money.” O, atoning blood, Cleansing blood, life giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying blood of Jesus! Why not burst into tears at the thought that for thee He shed it —for thee the hard hearted, for thee the lost? “No,” says some one; “I will have nothing to do with it except that, like the enemies of Christ, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both palms full, and throw it on my head and cry, ‘His blood be on us and on our children!’ ” Can you do such a shocking thing as that?’ Just rub your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blood of the Son of God Whom you have despised and driven back all these years. Oh, do not do that any longer! Come out boldly and frankly and honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You cannot afford to so roughly treat Him upon Whom everything depends. I do not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are three persons who come after you to-day—God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in one movement for your salvation. You will not take up arms against the triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a combat? By the highest throne in Heaven, and by the deepest chasm in hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your sins, they* will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you up, they will drag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that is the blood. Christ, the sin offering, bearing your transgressions. Christ, the surety, paying your debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus, loosening your Babylonish captivity. Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your liberation—not money, but blood. I tremble from head to foot, not because I fear your presence, but because I fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue. This is the alternative divinely put. “He that belieyeth on the Son shall have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.” In the last day, if you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had repented, will plead against you. O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity! Let us see the quick flash of the scimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner. Strike, omnipotent Gqd, for the soul’s deliverance! Beat, O eternal sea, with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul and make it tremble. Oh, the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute, the second, on which the soul’s destiny quivers; and this is that hour, that minute, that second! Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the seacoast, and a vessel got in the brakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some signal of distress, and the people on shore saw them. They put out in a lifeboat They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the men would give up before they got to them they gave them three rounds of cheers, and cried: “Hold on, there! hold on! We’ll save you!” After awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boathook put in the collar of his coat, and some in one way and some in another, but they all got into the boat. “Now,” said the captain, “for the shore. Pull away now, pull!” The people on the land were afraid the lifeboat had gone dowu. They said: “How long the boat stays. Why, it must have been swamped, and they have all perished together.” And there were men and women on the pier heads and on the beach wringing their hands, and while they waited and watched they saw something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the lifeboat. As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on the shore cried out: “Did you save any of them? Did you save any of them?” And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the pier head the Captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that lay flat on the bottom of the boat and cried: “All saved! Thank God! All saved!” So may it be to-day. The waves of your sin run high, the storm is on you, but I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God grant that within the next ten niinutes, we may row with you into the harbor of God’s mercy. And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier heads of Heaven to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved! Young and old, good and bad! All saved! Saved for time. Saved for eternity. “And so it came to pass that they all escaped safe to land.”

Asbestos. Asbestos is a mineral that crystallizes in long fibres. The fibres can be separated as easily as those of our softer woods, and are woven into a variety of articles, which are worn for protection against fire. Among these articles are mittens to gnard the hands of firemen, assayers, refiners, and others who are exposed to burning. As the material is not affected by heat, the workman thus protected can grasp hot irons, crucibles, and the like without discomfort Masks for the face are also made of asbestos. It is said that the heat from the hottest fire cannot penetrate through them to the skin. Air for breathing is supplied through a tube from beneath the mask, so that the flame or the burned atmosphere is not inhaled. In this way the discomfort of working directly in front of retorts and furnaces is greatly relieved. Complete suits of fire-proof asbestos cloth are now made for firemen’s wear. As the material is indestructible, and a bad conductor of heat as well, the wearer is proteted in the* midst of flames. Os course air for breathing must be supplied through tubes in some such way as it is supplied to the diver when is under water. For domestic uses sad-iron holders are now made of asbestos. With them the grasp of the iron, however hot it may be, never causes pain or burning. There are aiso made large holders intended for use by smelters, molders and workers in metal generally. It remains to be added that asbestos is widely distributed among the older rocks of'the United States and Canada. As goods made of it are subject to loss only by wear, the supply of fibre is likely to be equal to all demand for articles of dress.— Youth’s Companion. A little chap who fell oL Che pavement in front of a Woodward avenue grocery and broken jug, jumped up and called out to a boy on the corner: “Isn’t that boss?” “Why, didn’t you break the jug?” “Os course I did, but it was empty. If I'd onlv waited five minutes Fd have lost a hull gallon of lasses by ths breaking. Bet your boots Fm alius lucky!”—Uetroii Free

■. / ' - • — 1 ' A Tale ot the Crimea. There was one Russian fellow who had a sand-pit all of his own, right in front of our trenches. I never saw anybody so persevering as that man was. Early in the morning he’d be popping away, and there he’d stay until nightfall, taking his food with him into the pit. He seemed to take a real pleasure in it, and , as lie was a very fine shot and never let us get much of a chance at him, he was not a popular character in the advanced trenches. Many a good fellow he sent to glory. It got such a nuisance that we dropped shells at him now and again but he minded them no more than if they had been so many oranges. One day I was down in the trenches when Col. Mancor, of the Forty-eighth—a splendid shot and a great man for sport—came along. A party with a sergeant were at work, and just as the Colonel came up one of them dropped a ball through his head. “Deuced good shot? Who fired that?” says the Colonel, putting on his eyeglass. “Man in the rifle-pit to the left, sir,” answers the Sergeant. “Never saw a neater shot,” says the Colonel. “He only showed for a moment, and wouldn’t have shown then only that the edge of the trench is a bit worn away. Does he often shoot like that?” “Terribly dangerous man,” replied the Sergeant ; “kills more thaq all the guns in the Redan.” “Now, Major,” says the Colonel, turning to another officer who was with him, “what’s the odds against my picking him off?” “In how long?” “Within ten minutes.” “Two to one in ponies, I’ll give you,” says the Major. “Say three, and its a bargain.” “Three to one in ponies,” answered the Major, and the bet was made. He was a great man for measuring his powder was the Colonel, and always emptied out a cartridge and then filled it up again, according to his taste. He took about half his time getting the Sergeant’s gun loaded to please him. At last he got it right, and the glass screwed well into his eye. “Now; my lads,” said he, “just push poor Smith here up over the trench. He’s dead enough and another wound will make little difference to hjm.” The men began to hoist the body up, and the Colonel stood, may be twenty yards off, peering over the edge with eyes like a lynx. As soon as the top of Smith’s shako appeared we saw the barrel of the gun come slowly out of the sand-pit, and when his poor dead face looks over the edge, whiz comes a bullet right through the forehead. The Russian, he peeps out of the pit to see the effects of his shot, and he never looks at anything again until he sees the everlasting river. The Colonel fired with a sort of a chuckle, and the rifleman sprang up in the air and ran a matter of ten or twelve paces toward us and then down on his face as dead as a door-nail. “Double or quits on the man in the pit to the right,” says the Colonel, loading up his gun again, but I think the Major had dropped money enough for one day over his shooting, for he wouldn’t hear of another try. By the way, the money was handed over to Smith’s widow, for he was a free-handed gentleman was the Colonel.— AU the Year Round. A Great Mexican Farm. “On one farm in Mexico I saw enough of the luxuries of life produced to make any man happy,” remarked 0. E. Wood, of El Paso, Texas, the other day, to a reporter for the Kansas City Times. “The farm was not large as some farms go in Mexico, but it was, to use a slang phrase, a ‘stunner.’ I don’t think the man could imagine a vegetable product that could not be produced on that farm. At any rate, I saw growing coffee, sugar, rice, potatoes, rye, wheat, oats, corn, berries, cabbage, tomatoes, apples, banan’as, cocoa, figs, cochineal, and a dozen other products. On the upper end of this farm you could find gold, silver, sapphires, onyx and other precious stones. Some of these articles were not produced in quantities large enough to pay to market them, but they were all found there and at the service of the owner of the land. Oh, I suppose the farm contained 10,000 or acres of land, but it extended through all temperatures and all elevations.”

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