Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 22, Decatur, Adams County, 21 August 1891 — Page 2

6Dhe i * i DECATUR, IND. BLACKBURN, ... Pubushx*. Ts is very funny, that when fish are Weighed, the weight of the scales has to be counted in. A New York girl fell, striking her Mead and drove a hair-pin through her gkulL But hair-pins will remain just as popular as ever. A boy baby at Houston, Texas, has Just been born with a full set of teeth. It is to be hoped that he will have no other resemblance to Richard HL Another naphtha launch exploded in New York harbor with fatal results. The chief purpose of the naphtha launch seems to be to launch its passengers into eternity. A Brooklyn woman is contesting the will of her daughter, which consists of J»ut ten words. If the presiding judge js a married man he will probably decide th,at the ten-word will of a woman is invalid. No sane woman would slight •uch an opportunity. The fact that a St. Louis man lived to tell that 3,000 volts of electric fluid Swashed through his anatomy proves nothing. St. Louis folks don’t die. They don’t have to. They can stay right along in St. Louis and obtain all •the benefits to be derived from dying. Chicago papers please copy. The court that will sit down on the iniquitous barbed-wire trust will easily get a new pair of breeches, with thanks of the public. No man, much less any woman, who has ever climbed a barbedWire fence has any sympathy with such a trust. It is in fact a trust per sea mile beyond any fence-post of human sympathy. ■ Warden Brown, of the New York Penitentiary, conducted an execution according to law, and, according to all honest in a more humane tnethod than ever- before known. But it was done without New York editors looking on to register “the number of kicks” each unfortunate made, and as a result these editors are roasting the in windy editorials. The courts finally decided that Thomas A. Edison is the inventor of the practical incandescent light. Nobody will begrudge him this new triumph. He is a wonder, and embodies the inventive genius of America as no other man who has yet lived. There may be greater inventors in their cradles or unborn, but none yet walking on hind legs erect among grown people. Gen. Boulanger’s book is to be entitled “Reflections, Thoughts, and Maxims.” He never showed much reflection, and thoughts from him have generally been mere soap bubbles. All the same he can do less damage in print than at the head of a revolutionary army, and pen pricks from such a man are as harmless as though he stabbed his enimies with hen feathers. A Colorado man has recovered the anug sum of SIOO,OOO for the alienation ®f the affections of his wife. This large amount of money is a comfortable and a pleasant thing to have; it will buy ease, comfort, and all but happiness, but it Would not weigh in the balance of a sensible man’s mind, an ounce against the affection of a good woman. There is no price too high to place upon this, but is it ever so alienated as to lead to wrong? Canadian admirers of Sir John Macdonald are surprised and shocked to find that the old man owned a comfortable block of stock in the Canadian Pacific. The fact has just come to light through his will. The railroad’s existence today is in a great measure due to the late Premier’s influence, and it was in accordance with his advice that the enterprise was subsidized to the extent of $100,000,000. Sir John did well in Canada, but he really should have been a United States Sc r ator. It is time that the sickening talk about the electrocutions in New York was stopped. It is worse than the most sensational account of an old-fashioned hanging. There is no evidence as to the actual conduct of the executions, except snch as comes from those who were present, and that is unanimous to the effect that the men died painlessly. All else is mere conjecture, and the longer the discussion is kept ujs the worse it is for the popular respect of the law which it is so important to maintain. *■ Last year’s immigration, though heavy, was smaller than that of several earlier years. Nor does its general character excite any particular apprehension. Os the total number of immigrants, 405,664, Germany supplied nearly one-fifth and Italy considerably more than one-sixth. The Italian contingent is probably open to large objections; and among the Austrians, Hungarians, Poles, and Bohemians, who together compose an army 85,726 strong, there are unquestionably many who, under a proper consular inspection, would not have been admitted. It is to be regretted that the Congregational Council at its last session in London should have impaired its record by an unreasonable asolution. It wants the World’s Fair closed Sundays. This is discriminating and unnecessary. Nobody proposes to have power running Bundays and work done. Those departments that are educative without involving manual labor ought to be open and will be. It is a pity that there was not an American delegate to point out this distinction. Had it been pointed out the Council would not have adopted • blind resolution. Im New York City the expert female

shoplifter wears a trick skirt under her gqwn, and ean draw it up by means of a string so as to make a sack large enough to hold a half-bushel of email articles. If fearful of being caught in the act or apprehensive of a search she can step into a dark corner, drop the string, and unload her plunder safely. The fair Western shoplifter may ex hibit a more wild and picturesque daring in the pursuit of her profession, but in point of finesse and inventive genius she is clearly outclassed by her Eastern sister. This may be humiliating, but it is true. Fiat justitia. It is gratifying to note that, more and more, the country boy is taking an interest in army life, and falling in at the invitation of the recruiting officer, who is abandoning the city field, with its questionable volunteer material, for the farms and the villages where manhood is characteristic of young fellows, and the idea is native that the government’s blue is as honorable to wear as it was thirty years ago, and that its uniform is not for the bum and the outcast. It is noteworthy, too, that with the rapid spread of population westward, regimental headquarters are becoming centers of settlements, and that likely fellows can now be recruited virtually from army neighborhoods, whereas some years ago the ranks had to be filled from the great recruiting depots in the East. The divine who startled a convention by saying that theology is a matter of the liver made no discovery. He stated an old truth. Afens sana in corpore sano is as old as reason; as true as faith. The Russian philosopher who has declared that the first duty of a Christian is to keep his reason pious and his piety reasonable might have added, “watch your liver.” It would be an excellent idea for religious conventions to require every member to submit to medical examination, with if necessary, judicious prescriptions of harmless drugs, before being permitted to participrte in debate or serve on committees. Who will ever know how much of the formal results of any religious conference is due to deficiency of action in certain unsectarian glands ? It is a fact which will be fairly startling to the dweller in an American city that the municipality of Paris receives more revenue from sources which in this country are generally regarded as unproductive, if indeed not as sources of positive pecuniary loss, than would suffice to meet the expenses of many a considerable city. Os the revenues of Paris not far from $8,000;000 comes in the shape of profits upon business enterprises in which the city is interested, either as sole proprietor or as a copartner. The cabs, voitures, and tramway systems pay to the city treasury about $1,000,000 a year, though the total carriage of passengers is far less than in many an American city of half the size. The share of the city in the profits of the water company nets it $1,400,000 annually. A like arrangement with the gas company brings in $4,000,000 a year. The public markets, abattoirs, and sewage—the latter being, it is safe to say, not under the supervision of a drainage board—all produce revenue. The business methods of many foreign municipalities are well worthy of imitation hera He Liked “Marquis Pullman.” A party of Italian pleasure finders is at the Auditorium. M. Modena is the only one who can even speak a few words of English, and he couldn’t write a book in our languaga He was introduced to Mr. Bresiin, one of the hotel proprietors, and they had a few words together. “By the way,” said Mr. Breslin,“don’t you know Marquis Pullman ?” “He not extraordinary prominent, I don’t think. “You are mistaken. One of America’s greatest men is the Marquis.” “Oh! Helivahere?” “He is the inventor of the famous Pullman palace cars and your Government gave him his title in appreciation of his work. You must remember the name Pullman — P-u-l-l-m-a-n — you spell it like that. When you came from New York you rode in his cars. “He own a fine car that ride me here ?” “Yes, I was sure you knew him." “Good man. I lika him. When I depart from his car this morning I give him sl. Too bad he’s black.” Mr. Breslin gave one look at his guests, then unceremoniously dashed into the natatorium, where he drowned his sorrows.— Chicago Herald. A Tallow Tree. This remarkable tree is a native of China. In the Island of China, quantities of oil and tallow are extracted from its fruit, which is gathered when the tree has lost its leaves. The twigs bearing the fruit are out down and carried to a farm, house, where the seed is stripped off and put into a wooden cylindrical box, open at one end, and pierced with holes at the opposite one. The box is then suspended in a cylindrical kettle containing water, and the diameter of which differs very little from that of the bdx. The water is then made to boil, and the steam, penetrating into the box, softens the seeds and facilitates the separation of the tallow. After about a quarter of an hour’s exposure to the steam, the seeds are poured into a atone mortar, where they are stirred about until all thq tallow has been separated in a semi-liquid state. It is afterwards poured into a cylinder with a hole in the bottom, through which it is driven by the action of a press. It comes out perfectly white, free from all impurities, and soon becomes solid. To Disguise the Taste Os Castor OIL A strong solution of extract of licorice destroys the disagreeable taste of aloes. Peppermint water disguises the nauseous taste of Epsom salts. Milk is a good abater of the bitter taste of Peruvian bark, and cloves that of senna. Castor oil cannot be tasted if beaten and thoroughly mixed with the white of an egg. Another method of covering the nauseous taste of castor or cod liver oil is to put a tablespoonful of strained orange juice in a wine glass, pour the oil into the center of the juice, then squeeze a few drops of lemon juice upon the oil and rub so&e of the juice on the edge of the glass. ' >,4 V 1 "

THE WORLD OF LABOR. POINTS OF INTEREST TO EVERY WAGE EARNER. What Is Being Done by and for the • Workingmen and Workingwomen of the Country—A Column for Those Who Toll. s Pater linen defies detection. Mexico has no shoe factories. Boston Italians are organized. Chicago wants a labor temple. Chinese are leaving California. Brooklyn plumbers amalgamated. New York carvers work eight hours. Vienna compositors won nine hours. Vincennes miners agreed to arbitration. x Brooklyn engineers run a labor bureau. Chicago has a railway employes’hos-. pital. The German Government runs lace schools. The Colored Farmers’ Alliance is spreading. There is a socialist party iff San Francisco. Chinese matting workmen get 5 cents a day. ’Frisco paperhangers get from $1.50 to $4.50 a day. St. Paul barbers want 15 cents for a shave. The Lumber Shovers’ is Chicago’s biggest union. A Milwaukee brewery will make its own bottles. ® London (Ont.) plumbers want nine hours and $2.25. Birmingham (Ala.) miners get 45 cents a ton. Mexico will have a $2,000,000 exhibit at the World’s Fair. Louisville negroes struck against working with Italians. The Brotherhood of Painters and Decorators has 300 unions. Australian eight hour workers want a half hour for a smoke. Germany publishes more periodicals than all the rest of Europe. » Two hundred labor papers died in four years in the United States. New York trades unions have a naturalization bureau. The Steam Railroad Men’s Union of New York has 5,000 members. San Francisco musicians get $3.50 for one engagement < En<Olß a week. Colored people will erect an emancipation monument at the World’s Fair. Vera Cruz has a seventy-two mile street railway, the longest in the world. Photographers’ assistants in New York work seven days for $7 and $9. They will organize. The gold produced in Venezuela in 1890 amounted to 2,424 kilos, 525 gammes; value, $1,040,506. Electric welding is being used in America for welding band saws, and also for replacing broken teeth in saws. Recent advices from Asia state that electric motors have been adopted for planning and drilling machines in works at Tokio, Japan. Paris had seventy-three acres under roof for its exposition, but Chicago will have 115 acres. It will be a show not soon to be surpassed. Unless some catastrophe not anticipated overtakes the .crop Nebraska will crib 200,000,000 bushels of corn this year. The crop of 1889 was 150,000,000 bushels. The number of accidents in British collieries during the first half of 1891 was unusually small. The total number of persons killed by explosions of firedamp was only 18, against 276 in the corresponding period of 1890 and 56 in the same time in 1889. What is called London proper covers an area of 117 square miles, which is sixty-three miles less than the area of Chicago, and in this area resides a population of 4,000,000. In this area there are 233 miles of railroad owned by seventeen different companies, one company having as much as forty-four miles. It is announced that the Yorkshire, England, instead of spending an accumulated fund of half a million dollars in supporting strikes, propose to devote the money to the election expenses and salaries of twenty members of Parliament chosen to represent them as to all legislation affecting their interests. There is no salary attached to a position in Parliament. The Census Office reports, concerning the tobacco statistics of Virginia that the total number of planters in the State during the census year was 24,034; the total area devoted to tobacco, 110,579 acres; the total product, 48,522,655 pounds, and the value of the crop to the producers, estimated on the basis of actual sales, $4,323,649. Senator Palmer and the Baby. President Palmer, of the World’s Columbian Commission, is nothing if not polite. He is also something of a joker, as any one who knows him well can testify. He is especially noted, too, for the little attentions he pays to women, and he always stands ready to help a woman out of any difficulty in which he happens to find her if reasonable assistance will do it Senator Palmer is sometimes attentive and polite in person and sometimes by proxy, but polite he is always sure to be. He sometimes combines his humor and his politeness, and his secretaries have to pay the freight Ford Starring, the secretary who accompanies the Senator on his present trip to Chicago, tells the .Evening Post 6t that city of a very amusing experience they had together last winter. “Senator Palmer has a farm a little way out of Detroit,” says Mr. Starring, “which commands a great deal of.his interest and attention. An electric street railway runs to within a mile and a half of the place. The old man (spoken in profound respect) finds it necessary to go out to the farm pretty often. If it is a pleasant day he drives out from his house; if it is unpleasant he always takes the electric and walks the mUe and a half the cars do not carry him. One day last spring he summoned me and told me to make ready for a trip to the farm. It was muddy and sloppy and cold and drizzling, and the rain and sleet made a fellow shiver. On this particular day, of course, the old man wanted to walk. So we jumped into an electric car, and after we had gone out some distance the only other passenger in the car was a very slight, petite, little woman with what appeared to be a huge, awkward bundle. She stayed in the car to the end of the line. She didn’t attract the old man’s notice until we reach the end of the road and she began to fix up the bundle. Then

■■ ■■ ■■■ he began to get uneasy. He looked at the little woman, then at the big bundle and then, looked at me. I didn’t say a word, but when the woman started to rise the old man raised his hat and said: ’Ahl madam. Permit me.’ She handed over the bundle and followed out of the car. The old man hadn’t gone very far before he exclaimed: ’Why, madam, this is a 'baby, isn’t it?* “The woman answered that it was a baby.” • ’Boy or girl!’” she answered. “Well, madam, when this little girl has grown to an age when she can comprehend what it all means, you might tell her that when she was very young she was carried in the arms of President Palmer, of the World’s Fair. And—madam— (then in a deep aside)— “Say Starring, look here”—you might tell her, too, that she was carried for some distance by Ford Starring.’” “He handed that ’bundle’ over to me, and while I toted it for a mile and a half up a muddy road the old man followed after me talking with the little woman.” A New Leaf. “I am going to turn over a new leaf,” he said feebly, his pallid lips wearing just a ghost of a smile. “Still delirious,” said the doctor with professional gravity. “No,” said the sick man’s wife—she was also his nurse and sole watcher," Jim is in his right mind when he begins to turn a new leaf.” “Oh, that’s a habit of his, is it?” asked the doctor kindly, as if he didn’t know what everybody ’ else knew, that poor, weak, shiftless Jim Worthen was always going to do something that he never did. ' “I’ve seen it all since Pve been lying sick.” It was Jim’s feeble voice now. “I’ve been such a worthless, selfish husband to you, Nellie—such an idle, good-for-nothing !” “No, no, Jim,” protested his wife, crying softly, “you were always kind to me. It wasn’t your fault that things went wrong.” “Oh, lean see now as I never saw before, how I have wasted the great opportunities of life. But I’ll turn over a new leaf —this time l am in earnest.” He had done it many times. All the fair white leaves of his life he had turned over, and now the recording angel had them in his keeping, soiled, blotted, illegible, nothing to compute from their poor moral arithmetic but the time he had wasted. Hush! the sick man is talking. Not turning the leaves over now, but backwards, for in his troubled sleep his pale lips move, and he babbles of his boyhood’s days—of a deep still tarn in the woods where the trout leap—a place that he only knows of. His wife smiles. He is dreaming, she says. When he awakes with a start, he looks strangely at them all: “Why-why-where am I? Where is mother*? His faithful wife is forgotten. Another face—one that has been under the graveyard mosses for years—is in his memory now, “I thought she was here,” he said faintly. “Oh, I remember now. I was sick and dreaming. Let me get up. I want to begin all over again. I have turned over a new leaf.” “Yes, dear Jim.” Nellie held his wan white hands in hers. He did not feel the tears that were softly dropping upon them. “We’ll go home first and visit the old folks. I never took you home, Nellie, and they'll be glad to see us. I’ve been the prodigal son, but they’ll forgive me. What was that mother used to read? “In my Father’s house are many mansions.” There’ll be room for me* there, for I’ve turned over a new leaf—its—all white and clean—a new leaf—” “Jim, oh, Jim!” His eyes gently closed —he had turned the new leaf.— Free Press. An Obstacle. A theological student. who had preached one Sunday in a city at a considerable distance from the school which he attended, wished to take the early train back on Monday morning. He was delayed in starting, and had to stop on the way to get a check cashed, so that when he reached the upper end of the station, the train which had stopped at the other end had already started out It would pass him, however; so he waited, and when the baggage car came along he threw his bag on board, and with sensible precaution decided to wait for the last car before jumping on himself. The bystanders watched the proceeding with interest, and broke into laughter as the rear oar came along. There, on the lower step of the last platform, stood a man who must have weighed fully 300 pounds, an effective hindrance to any attempt toward boarding the train. The young man fell back and waited for the next train, while the obstacle continued in his position on the steps quite unconscious of anything except the cigar he was smoking. Camp-Fire Flickerlngs. Langdon and myself had discovered, in Becker County, Minn., a small lake, which, from its general weird appearance, hemmed in by tamarack swamps, and from certain mysterious things seen and noises heard in the dusky twilight, we had named Witch Lake. It was swarming with fish, and when, on our return thence to Detroit City, we found a party of home friends from Dakota there, we returned to the lake to give them some sport In the evening as we sat upon the shore, N., who has a slight impediment in his speech, turned to me: “Wh-wh-wh-at do von call this lake?” “Witch Lake,” “Wh-wh-wh-y, th-th-th-is one.” “Witch Lake.” “Th-th-th-is one, I say, r-r-r-r-ight here. “And I say, I Witch Lake." “C-c-c-c-confound it, th-th-th-th-is one, where we’ve b-b-b-een fishing.” “W-i-t-c-h, witch, l-a-k-e; lake, Witch Lake.” “Oh!” as Langdon’s suppressed laugh broke forth, and he realized “which was witeh.”— Forestand Stream, Busy Men. Watch the crowd as it passes a corner not far from the great bridge- Everybody is in a hurry. Men, women, and. boys hasten back and forth as if the affairs of the metropolis must be settled up long before Lieut. Totten’s collapse of the universe takes place. But see, two little newsboys are climbing up a fire escape for at penny wager. The busy men stop to look, a crowd of small boys gather; even, the female book agent pauses in her cyclonic career. In two minutes a vast throng of people in a hurry has gathered, and for a time weighty matters are forgotten in the excitement caused by a climbing match. Suvelyagreat part of this buttle and rush and hurry in the metropolis is only a bad habit,

— . ii., ,- L - BORROWERS OF TROUBLE DR. TALMAGE PREACHES FOR THEJR ESPECIAL BENEFIT. ■a . You Cannot Expect the Lord to Give You Enough Good Things Now to Last AU Your Life—Be Satisfied; the Rest WUI Come. Dr. Talmage’s sermon this week is on the very common and foolish habit of borrowing money, and his text is Matthew vi, 34, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” The life of every man, woman and child is as closely under the divine care, as though such person was the only man, woman or child. There are no accidents. As there is a law of storms in the natural world, so there is a law of trouble, a law of disaster, a law of misfortune; but the majority of the troubles of life are imaginary and the most of those anticipated never come. At any rate there is no cause of complaint against God. See how much He has done to make thee happy; His sunshine filling the earth with glory, making rainbow for the storm and halo for the mountain, greenness for the moss, saffron for the cloud and crystal for the billow, and procession of bannered flame through the opening gates of the morning, chaifinches to sing, rivers to glitter, seas to chant, and springs to blossom, and overpowering all other sounds with its song, and overarching- all other splendor with its triumph, covering up all other beauty with its garlands, and outflashing all other thrones with its dominion—deliverance for a lost world through the Great Redeemer. I discourse of the sin of borrowing trouble. First, such a habit, of mind and heart is wrong, because it puts one into a despondency that ill fits him for duty. I planted two rose bushes in my garden; the one thrived beautifully, the other perished. I found the dead one on the shady side of the house. Our dispositions, like our plants, need sunshine. Expectancy of repulse is the cause of many secular and religious failures. Fear of bankruptcy has uptorn many a fine business, and sent the man dodging among the note shavers. Fear of slander and abuse has often Invited all the long beaked vultures of scorn and backbiting. Many of the misfortunes' of life, like hyenas, flee if you courageously meet them. How poorly prepared for religious duty is a man who sits down under the gloom of expected misfortune! If he pray, he says, “I do not think I shall be answered.” If he give, he says, “I expect they will steal the money.” Helen Chalmers told me that her father, Thomas Chalmers, in the darkest hour of the Free Church of Scotland, and when the woes of the land seemed to weigh upon his heart, said to the children, “Come, let us go out and play ball or fly kite, and the only difficulty in the play was that the children could not keep up with their father. The McCheynes and the Summerfields of the church who did the most good, cultivated Sunlight. Away with the horrors! they distill poison, they dig graves, and if they could climb so high they would drown the rejoicings of of Heaven with sobs and wailing. You will have nothing but misfortune in the future if you seduously watch for it. How shall a man catch the right kind of fish if he arranges his line and hook and bait to catch lizards and water serpents? Hunt for bats and hawks, and bats and hawks you will find. Hunt for robin redbreasts and you will find robin redbreasts. One night an eagle and an owl got into fierce battle. The eagle, unused to the night, was no match for an owl, which is most at home in the darkness, and the king of the air fell helpless; but the morning rose, and with it rose the eagle, and the owls and the nighthawks and the bats came a second time to the combat, now the eagle, in the sunlight, with a stroke of his talons and a great cry, cleared the air, and his enemies, with torn feathers and splashed with blood, tumbled into the thickets. Ye are the children of light. In the night of despondency you will have no chance against your enemies that flock up from beneath, but, trusting in God, and standing in the sunshine of the promises, you shall “renew your youth like the eagle.” the habit of borrowing trouble is wrong, because it has a tendency to make us overlook present blessing. To slake man’s thirst the rock is cleft and cool waters leap into his brimming cup. To feed his hunger the fields bow down with bending wheat, and cattle come down with full udders from the clover pastures to give him milk, and orchards yellow and ripen, casting their juicy fruits into his lap. Alas! that amid such exuberance of blessing man should growl as though he were a soldier on half rations or a sailor on short allowance; that a man should stand neck deep in harvests looking forward to famine; that one should feel the strong pulses of health marching with regular tread through all the avenues of life and yet tremble at the expected result of sickness; that a man should sit in his pleasant home, fearful that ruthless want will some day rattle the broken window sash with tempest and sweep the coals from the hearth, and pour hunger into the bread tray; that a man fed by Him Who owns all the harvests should expect to starve; that one whom God loves and surrounds with benediction, and attends with angelic escort, and hovers over with more than motherly fondness, should be looking for a heritage of tears! Has God been hard with thee, that thou shouldst be foreboding? Has He stinted thy board? Has He covered thee with rags? Has He spread traps for thy feet, and galled thy cup, and rasped thy soul, and wicked thee with storm, and thundered upon thee with a life full of calamity? If your father or brother come into your bank where gold and silver are lying about, you do not watch them, for you know they are honest; but if an entire stranger come by the safe, you keep your eye on him, for you do not know his designs. So some men treat God; not as a father, but as a stranger, and act suspiciously toward Him, as though they were afraid He would steal something. It is high time you began to thank God for present blessing. Thank Him for your.chlldren, happy, buoyant and bounding. Praise Him for your home, with Its fountain of song and laughter. Adore Him for morning light and evening shadow. Praise Him for fresh, cool water, bubbling from the rock, leaping in the cascade, soaring in the mist, falling in the shower, dashing against the rock and clapping its hands in the tempest Love Him for the grass that cushions the earth, and the clouds that curtain the sky, and the foliage that waves in the forest Thank Him for a Bible to read, and a cross to gaze upon, and a Saviour to deliver. * Many Christians think ft' a bad sign to be jubilant, and their work of self examination is a hewing down of their brighter ,experiences. Like a boy with a new jack-knife, hacking everything he comesacross, so their self examination is a religious cutting to pieces of the greenest things they can lay their hands on. They ipagine they are doing God’s service when they go about borrowing trouble, and borrowlug it at 30 percent, which is always a sure precursor of bankruptcy. Again, the habit of borrowing

trouble is wrong, because the present is sufficiently taxed with trial. God sees that we all need a certain amount of trouble, and so He apportions it for all the days and years of our life. Alas for the policy of gathering it all up for one day or year! Cruel thing to put upon the back of one camel all the cargo intended for the entire cars van. I never look at my memorandum book to see what and duties are far ahead. Let every week bear its own burdens. The shadows of to-day are thick enough. Why implore the presence of other shadows? The cup is already distasteful. Why halloo to disasters far distant to come and wring out more gall into the bitterness? Are we such champions that, having won the belt in former encounters, we can go forth to challenge all the future? Here are business men just able to manage affairs as they now are., They can pay their rent, and meet their notes, and manage affairs, as they now are, but what if there should come a panic? Go to-morrow and write in your day book, on your ledger, on your money safe, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Do not worry about notes that are far from due. Do not pile up on your counting desk the’flnanclal anxieties of the next twenty years. The God who has taken care of your worldly occupation, guarding your store from the'torch of the incendiary and the key of the burglar, will be as faithful in 1891 as in 1881. God’s hand is mightier than the machinations of stock gamblers, or the plots of political demagogues, or the red right arm of revolution, and the darkness will fly and the storm fall dead at His feet. So there are persons in feeble health, and they are worried about the future. They make out very well now, but they are bothering themselves about future pleurisies, and rheumatisms, and neuralgias and fevers. Their eyesight is feeble, and they are worried lest they entirely lose It. Their hearing is indistinct and they are alarmed lest they become entirely deaf. They felt chilly today, and are expecting an attack of typhoid. They have been troubled for weeks with some perplexing malady, and dread becoming lifelong Invalids. Take care of your health now, and trust God for the future. Be not guilty of the blasphemy of asking Him to take care of you while you sleep with your windows tight down, or eat chicken salad at 11 o’clock at night, or sit down on a cake of ice to cool off. Be prudent and ithen be confident. Some of the sickest people have been the most useful. It was so with Passon, who died deaths daily, and Robert Hall, who used to stop in the midst of his sermon, and lie down on the pulpit sofa to rest, and then go on, again. Theodore Frelmghuysen had a great horror of dying till the time came, and then went peacefully. Take care of the present, and let the future look out for itself. “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Again, the habit of borrowing misfortune is wrong because it unfits us for it when it actually does come. We cannot always have smooth sailing. Life’s path will sometimes tumble among declivities, and mount a steep, and be thorn pierced. Judas will kiss our cheek and then sell us for thirty pieces of silver. Human scorn will try to crucify us between two thieves. We will hear the iron gate of the sepulcher creak and grind as it shuts in our kindred. But we cannot get ready for these things by forebodings. They who fight imaginary woes will come, out of breath, into conflict with the armed disasters of the future. Their ammunition will have been wasted long before they come under the guns of real misfortune. Boys in attempting to jump a wall sometimes go so far back in order to get impetus that when they come up they are exhausted; and these long races in order to get spring enough to vault trouble bring us up at last to the dreadful reality with our strength gone. Finally, the habit of borrowing trouble is wrong because it is unbelief. God has promised to take care of us. The Bible blooms with assurances. Your hunger will be fed; your sickness alleviated; your sorrows will be healed. God will sandal your feet and smooth your path, and along by frowning crag and opening grave sound the voices of victory and good cheer. The summer clouds that seem thunder charged really carry in their bosom harvests of wheat, and shocks of corn, and vineyards purpling for the wine press. The wrathful wave will kiss the feet of the great storm walker. Our great Joshua will command, and above your soul the sun of prosperity will stand still. Bleak and wave struck Patmos shall have apocalyptic vision, and you shall hear the cry of the elders, and the sweep of wings, and trumpets of salvation, and the voice of Hallelujah unto God forever. Your way may wind along dangerous bridle paths, and amid wolf's bowl and the scream of the vulture, but the way still winds upward till angels guard it and trees of life overarch it, and thrones line it, and crystalline fountains leap on it, and the pathway ends at gates that are pearl, and streets that are gold, and temples that are always open, and hills that quake with perpetual song, and a city mingling forevhr Sabbath and jubilee and triumph and coronation. Let pleasure chant her siren song, ’Tie not the song for me; To weeping it will turn e’er long, For this Is Heaven’s decree. But there’s a song the ransomed sing, To Jesus, their exalted king, With joyful heart and tongue. Oh, that’s the song for me I Courage, my brother! The father does not give to his son at school enough money to last him several years, but, as the bills for tuition and board and clothing and books come in, pays them. So God will not give you grace all at once for the future, but will meet all your exigencies as they come. Through earnest prayer, trust Him. Put o everything in God’s hand and leave it there. Large interest money to pay will soon eat up a farm, a store, an estate, and the interest on borrowed troubles will swamp anybody. “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Why Mrs. Proudie was Killed. This was how it happened: I was writing a note at a table in the Athenreum, when two men came in and settied themselves at each side of the fire-place. One had a number of “The Last Chronicle of Barset” in his hand, and they began discussing the story. “Trollope awfully prosy,” said one of the critiitu; “he does nothing but repeat himself—Mrs. Proudie—Mrs. Proudie—Mrs. Proudie—chapter after chapter.” “I quite agree with yon,” replied the other, “it is Mrs. Proudie ad nauseam. lam sick to death of Mrs. Proudie.” Os course they did not know me, so I jumped up and stood between them. “Gentlemen," I said, “I am the culprit—l am Mr. Trollope—and I will go home this instant and kill Mrs. Proudie.” In the very next page, accordingly, the weak and persecuted Bishop ikmade actually to pray, for the removal of the masterful partner who has brought so much grief and humiliation upon him; and hardly has the prayer been uttered than he is made aware of its fulfillment.—Blockwood’s Magaxine. ‘Dois position effect sleep?" asked a medical writer. It does not when the man holds the position of niaht-wataiunau. I

CORN FILLS THE BREACH EUROPE ALARMED OVER HER GRAIN SHORTAGE. Prohibited Exportation of Rye from Bae■la May Conp«ttjie Continental Countriea to Use American Corn—ls So, They Will Bo Gainer*. Until a generation or so ago the staple bread of the New England farmer was a. mixture of rye flour and corn meal, popularly known as “rye and Indian.” The main Ingredient was the meah Rye has never been a popular food product in this country, except among those of our people who came from the continent of Europe. Occasionally the early frost would nip the corn In the milk and the farmers would be obliged to rely mainly upon rye. The time seems to have come for corn to fully repay all its indebtedness to rye as a substitute, not only upofa the continent of Europe but here at home, where the Indebtedness was incurred. Wheat has very nearly taken the place of all other cereals as food for man in this country, unless it be that the South still clings to corn. The working classes of the world, on the contrary, can not afford “white bread,” especially at semi-famine prices. Whatever the producers may realize on their crops, the European consumer is bound to pay exceptionally dear for his bread, be It black or white The latest edition of Mulhall gave the rye product of Europe as 1,290,000;000 bushels, and of wheat as 1,167,000,000 > bushels, a difference in favor of rye of 123,000,000 bushels. Those figures give a fair Idea of the relative yield of ordinary years. Fully one-half of all the rye of Europe is grown in Russia, which produces at least three bushels of rye to one of wheat, while the United States produces about fourteen bushels of wheat to one of rye. There are not far from 200,000,000 people in Euxppe who rely upon rye as the staff of lifW When, therefore, Russia prohibits the exportation of rye, as it did the 11th of this month, it may be said to take the bread out of the mouths of many millions of people and compel them to either go hungry or eat something else Fortunately for the poor of Europe, there is every prospect of the greatest corn crop in this country that was ever known in agricultural history. There seems to be a disposition in some quarters to condemn the policy of Russia as cruel. If there were no other sources of supply, it would be mean to shut off the exportation summarily and rigidly,. but there is really a good quantity of food in the world, and ample facility for its transportation. Russia might keep every kernel of its rye at home, and the United States would come to the rescue with its corn. The sooner all the parties in interest know what to expect the better it will bo. It is highly probable that the lesson of necessity will outlive the necessity itself, and that American corn will jtein a foothold in Europe during the next year from which it can not be dislodged. Russia may be building better for the farmers of the United States than for the Russian peasantry. Ordinarily a country is anxious to find a market for its surplus, and so far from putting an embargo on exports is happy in the prospect of a foreign demand. It is probable that American corn will be able to retain in future years much of the advantage it is about to enjoy. If Russia is not careful it will overdo the prohibition policy and inflict permanent injury on its own agriculture. Certain it is that corn is quite as good food as rye, and many of the millions who try it for a year or so will learn to prefer it. That feature of the present relations of corn to rye may prove to be the most important of the whole case. WILL FIGHT THE LAW. Indiana Bankers Wi 1 Refuse to Expose the Accounts of Their Depositors. The bankers of Indiana have announced their determination to fight the proposed effort of the State Board of Tax Commissioners ttebpompel them to expose the depositors. With that end in view the associated banks of Indianapolis have already taken action, and at a meeting of a special committee, composed of President Haughey, of the Indianapolis National; President Gallup, of the Meridian National; and President Malott, of the Indiana National, a course of action based upon the advice of Addison C. Harris, the attorney for the Clearing House Association, was agreed upon. Bank officials refuse to say much as to the course they will pursue, but the sentiment against the law and its enforcement is pronounced and unanimous. President Haughey says that there is not a banker but will refuse to make his customer’s business relations known. “A merchant may have a large balance on deposit,” said he, “and he may have - given his check for two-thirds of the amount; but, as we have not received the check, he is credited with the full balance, aud upon this they propose to tax him. He may purchase a negotiable certificate of deposit, assign the next day, but it may not reach us for a month, but still our books will show that man credited with the certificate. Bankers are justified in resisting the law. ” i As the officers of all the 51 banks in Indiana have been cited to appear before the board and show their deposits it is probable that a test case will bo made up at once and decided as soon as possible. It is claimed by the bankers that this feature of the tax law is in conflict with the National Banking act, and furthermore, that a compliance with it would ruin the banking business of Indiana. In answer to a question as to how it would do this it was replied: “Because just before the first day of April all depositors who are now in the habit of understating their deposits or not giving them in at all, will draw out from the banks and conceal the money. It will practically compel the banks to call in their loans and go into liquidation once a year, and that would paralyse business. • Jemei Ruaeell Lowell. In every regard James Russell Lowell was a grand character, and his life and work shed luster upon the republic.— Buffalo Enquirer. JamksßussxllLowku, poet, scholar, orator, author and diplomat, has passed away. The whole civilised world will mourn with America the loss of one of her most distinguished sons.—Pittsburg Chronicle. Jams a Russell Lowbll will not need a monument of marble or brass to perpetuate his memory. “The Biglow Papers” will keep his fame bright and render his influence upon human thought a living actuality for ages tooomc.— Kansas City Times. To Lowbll has been awarded by the best criticism of the literary world a place in the first rank of American poets; he is without a living peer in the poetical perfection of some of his choicest productions, but he was not a largo produeer.—Buffalo Commercial. Okb can hardly find more delightful reading than his essays. The same qualities were displayed In the after-dinner speeches which so captivated the English people dnrihg his residence amongthem .ewM/tdmiLL' t '-tri - -