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DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON. HR TALKS ON FAMOUS QUESTION OF PILATS. it Is Not Enough to Sympathise With His Sufferings or to Reverence Ills Charao-ter-He Must Be Taken Into the Beart. How to Meet Jesus. Dr. Talmage continues to receive from all classes of the English people the warmest of welcomes and the heartiest greetings. The work of arranging his tour has been exceedingly difficult.. Bo numerous were the Invitations awaiting him'that to accept some and decline others equally pressing seemed Invidious. Wherever he has gohe the largest churches in the cities have been crowded to excess and could have been ' filled many times over. Among the sermons he has preached the one selected for publication this week Is from the text, Matthew xxvii, 22, “What shall I do with Jesus?” Pilate was an unprincipled politician. He had sympathies, convictions of right and deslras to be honest; but all these wore submerged by a wish to be popular and to please the people. Two distinguished prisoners were within the grasp of government, and the proposition was made to free one of them. There stands Barabbas, the murderer; there stands Christ, the Saviour of the world. At the demand of the people the renegade Is set free, but Jesus is held. As the hard visaged and cruel eyed Barabbas goes among his sympathizers, receiving their coarse congratulations, Pilate turns to his other distinguished prisoner —mild, meek, inoffensive, loving, self-sacrificing—and he is confounded as to what course he had better take, and so he Impanels the mob as a jury to decide, saying to them, “What shall I do, then, with Jesus?” Oh. It is no dried or withered question, but one that throbs with warm and quick pulse in the heart of every man and woman here. We must do something with Jesus. He is here. You and I are not so certainly here as he is, for he .fills all this place—the loving, living, dying Christ—and each one of us will have to ask and answer for himself the question, “What shall I do, then, with Jesus?” Well, my friends, there are three or four things you can do with him. You can, in the first place, let him stand without a word of recognition; but Ido not think your sense of common courtesy will allow that He t comes walking on such a long journey, you will certainly give him a chair on which he may sit. He is so weary, you would not let him stand without some recognition. If a beggar comes to your door, you recognize him and say, “What do you want?” If you meet a stranger faiut in the street, you say, “What lithe matter with you?” and your common humanity, and your common sympathy. aheP ydur common sense of propriety will notallow you to let him stand without recognition —the wounded one of the hills. You will ask, What makes him weep’ where was he hurt? who wounded him? whence came he? whither goes he? I know there have been men who have with outrageous indifference hated Christ, but I know very well that that is not what you will do with Jesus. Another thing you can do with him—you can thrust him back from your heart and tell him to stand aside. If (>n inoffensive person comes an"persists in standing close up to you, and you have in various ways given him to understand that you do not want his presence or his society, then you ask the reason of his impertinence and bid him away. Well, that is what we can do with JeSus. He has stood close by us a great while —ten, twenty, thirty, forty years. He has stood close by you three times a day, breaking bread for your household, all night watching by your pillow. He has been in the nursery among your children; He has been in the store among your goods; He has been in the factory amid the flying wheels, and now if you do not like His society you can bid Him away; aye, if He will not go you can take Him by the throat and tell Him you do not want His interference; that "you do not want His breath on your cheek; that you do not want His eye on your behavior. You can bid Him away, or if He will not go in that way, then you can stamp your foot, as you would at a dog, and cry, “Begone!” Yet I know yon will not treat Jesus that way. When Pilate could not do that, you could not Desperadoes and outlaws might do so, but I know that that is not the way you will treat him, that that is not what you will do with Jesus. There is another thing you can do with Him—you can look on Him merely as an optician to cure blind eyes, or an aurlst to tune deaf ears, a friend, a good friend, a helpful companion, a cheerful passenger on shipboard; but that will amount to nothing. You can look upon Him as a God and be abashed while He rouses the storm, or blasts a fig tree, or heaves a rock down the mountain side. That will not do you any good; no more save your soul than the admiration you have for John Milton or William Shakspeare. I can think of only one more thing you can do with Jesus, and that is to take Him into your hearts. That is the best thing you can do with Him; that is only sate thing you can do with Him,and may the Lord omnipotent by His spirit help me to persuade you to do' that A minister of Christ was speaking to some children and said, “I will point you to Christ." A little child rose in the audience and came up and put her hand in the hand of the pastor and said: “Please sir, take me to Jesus now. I want to go now.” Oh, that it might be now with such simplicity of experience that you and I join hands and seek after Christ and get an expression of His benefaction and His mercy! You may take Christ into your confidence. If you cannot trust Him, whom can you trust? Ido not offer you a dry, theological technicality. I simply ask you to come and put both feet on the “Rock of Ages.” Take hold of Christ’s hands and draw Him to your soul with perfect abandonment and hurl yourself into the deep sea of His mercy, He comes and says. “I will save you.” If yoji do not think He is a hypocrite and a liar when he says that, believe Him and say: “Lord Jesus, I believe; here is my heart Wash it Save it Do it now. Aye, it Is dope; for I obey thy promise and come. I can do no more. That is all thou hast asked. I come. Christ is mine. Pardon is mine. Heaven is mine.” Why, my friends, you put more trust in everybody than you do in Christ and in everything; more trust in the bridge crossing the stream, in the ladder up to the loft; more trust in the stove that confines the fire; more trust in the cook that prepares your food; more trust In the elefle that writes your books, in the druggist that makes the medicine, in the bafgain maker with whom you trade; more trust in all these things than in Christ, although He stands this moment offering without limit, and without mistake, and without exception, universal pardon to all who want it Now, is not that cheap enough—all things for nothing? This, is the whole of the Gospel as I understand it—that if you,believe that Christ died to shve you you are saved. When? Now. No more doubt about it than that you sit there. No more doubt about it than that you have & right.

hand No more doubt about it than that there Is a God. If you had committed 800,000 transgressions Christ would forgive you just as freely as if you had never committed but one; though you had gone through the whole catalogue of crimes—arson and blasphemy and murder—Christ would pardon yon just as freely, you coming to Him, as though you had committed only the slightest sin of the tongue. Why, when Christ comes to pardon a soul He stops for nothing. Height is nothing. Depth is nothing. Enormity is nothing. Protractedness Is nothing. O'er sins like mountains for their size, The sees of sovereign grace expend. The seas of sovereign grace arise. Lord Jesus, I give up all other props, give up all other expectations. Ruined and undone, I lay hold thee. I plead thy promises. I fly to thy arms. "Lord save me; I perish.” When the Christian commission went into the army during the war there were a great multitude of hungry men and only a few loaves of bread, and the delegate of the commission was cutting the bread and giving It out to the wounded and dying men. Some one came up and said, “Cut those slices thinner or there will not be enough to go around. ” And then the delegate cut the slices very thin and handed the bread around until they ail had some, but not much. But, blessed be God, there is no ?ieed of economy in this GospeL Bread or all; bread enough and to spare. Why perish with hunger? Again, I advise you, as one of the best things you can do with Christ, to take Him Into your love. Now there are two things which make us love any one—inherent attractiveness and then what He does in the way of kindness toward us. Now Christ is in both these positions. Inherent attractiveness—fairer than the children of men, the luster of the morning in His eye, the glow of the setting sun in His cheek, myrrh and frankincense in the breath of His lip. In a heaven of holy beings, the best. In a heaven of mighty ones, the strongest. In a heaven ot great hearts, the tendered and the most sympathetic. Why, sculpture has never vet been able to chisel His form, nor painting to present the flush of His cheek, nor music to strike His charms; and the greatest surprise of eternity will be the first moment when we rush into His presence and with uplifted hands and streaming eyes and heart bounding with rapture, we cry out, “This is Jesus!” All over glorious is my Lord, He must be loved and yet adored; w His worth, if all the nations knew, Sure, the whole earth would love him too. Has He not done enough to win our affections? Peter the Grea\ laying aside royal authority, went down among the ship carpenters to help thdm, but Russia got the chief advantage of that condescension. John Howard turned his back upon the refinements and went around prisons to spy out their sorrows and relieve their wrongs, but English criminals got the chief advantage of that ministry. But when Christ comes, it is for you and me. The sacrifice for you and me. The tears for you and me. The crucifixion for you and me. If I were hopelessly in debt, and some one came and paid my debts and gave me a receipt in full, and called off the pack of hounding creditors, if I were On a foundering ship, and you came in a lifeboat and took me off, could I ever forget your kindness? Would I ever allow an opportunity to pass without rendering you a service or attesting my gratitude and love? Oh, how ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged Into the depths of our sin and plucked us out! Ought it not to set the very best emotions of our heart into the warmest—aye, a red hot glow? The story is so old that people almost .get asleep while they are hearing it. Yet there He hangs—Jesus the man, Jesus the God. Was there anything before or since, anything to be compared to this spectacle of generosity and woe? Did heartstrings ever snap with a worse torture? Were tears ever charged with a heavier grief? Did blood ever gush, in each globule the price of a soul? The wave of earthly malice dashed its bloody foam against one foot, the wave of infernal malice dash'ed against his other toot, while the storm of God’s wrath against sin beat on his thorn pierced brow, and all the hosts of darkness with gleaming lances rampaged through His holy soul. Oh. see the dethronement of Heaven’s King! the conqueror fallen from the White horse! the massacre of a God! Weep, ye who have tears, over the lonelinessof His exile and the horrors ot His darkness. Christ sacrificed on the funeral pyre of a world’s transgression; the good for the bad, the great for the mean; the infinite for the finite, the God for the man. Oh, if there be in all this audience one person untouched by this story of the Saviour’s love, show men where He is, that I may mark the monster of ingratitude and of crime. If you could see Christ as He is you would rise from your seat and fling yourselves down at His feet, crying, “My Lord, my light, my love, my joy, my peace, my strength, my expectation, my Heaven, my all! Jesus! Jesus!” Oh, can you not love Him? Do you want jnore of His tears? Why, He has shed them all for you. He has no more. Do you want more of his blood? His arteries were emptied dry, and the iron hand of agony could press out nothing more. Would you put Him to worse excruciation? Then drive another hail into His hand, and plunge another spear into His side, and twist another thorn into His crown, and las'll Him with another flame of infernal torture. “No,” says some one, “stop! stop! He shall not be smitten again. Enough the tears. Enough the blood. Enough the torture. Enough the agony.” “Enough," cries earth. “Enough,” cries Heaven. Aye, “Enough,” cries hell. At last enough. Oh, look at Him, thy butchered Lord, unshrouded and ghastly as they flung Him from the tree. His wounds gaping for a bandage. Are there no hansd to close these eyes? Then let the sun go out and there be midnight. Howl, ye winds, and howl, ye seas, for your Lord is dead! Oh, what more could He have done for you and for me than He has done? Could He pay a bigger price? Could He drink a more bitter cup? Could He plunge into a worse catastrophe? And can you not love Him? Groan again. O blessed Jesus, that they may feel Thy sacrifice! Groan again. Put the four fingers and the thumb of Thy wounded hand upon them that the gash in the palm may strike their soul and Thy warm life may bleed into them. Groan again, O Jesus, and see if they will not feel. Oh, what will you do with such a Christ as that? ~ You have got to do something with him this morning. What will you do with Jesus? Will you slay Him again by your sin? Will you spit on Him again? Will you crucify Him again? What will you do with Him who has loved you with more than a brother’s love, mofe than a father’s love, yea, more than a mother’s love, through all these years? Oh, is it not enough to make the hard heart of the rbek break? Jesus! Jesus! What shall we do with thee? I have to say that the question will after awhile change, and it will not be what shall we do with Christ, but what will Christ do with us? Ring all the bells of eternity at the burning of a world. In that day What do you think Christ will do with us? Why, Christ will say; "There is that man whom I called. There is that woman whose soul I importuned. But they would not any of my ways. I gave them innumerable opportunities of salvation. They rejected them all. Depart, I never

knew yon.” Blessed be God, that day has not come. Halt, ye destinies of eternity, and give us one more chance. One more chance, and this Is It Some travelers in the wilderness of Australia a’ few years ago found the skeleton of a man and some of his garments, and a rusty kettle on which the man had written or scratched with his finger nail these words: “O God, lam dying of thirst My brain Is on Are. My tongue Is hot God help me in the wilderness.” Oh, how suggestive of the condition of those who die in the wilderness of sin through thirst Wo take hold of them to-day. We try to bring the cool water of tho rock to their 1 Ips. We say, “Ho, every one that thirsteth!’’ God, thy Father, awaits thee. Ministering spirits who watch the wavs of the soul bend now this moment over this immortal auditory to see what we will do with Jesus. t Sights In Hong Kong. One of the first things I noticed upon landing in Hong Kong was the dissipation which is always going on. At first I thought some celebration must be in progress, but upon making inquiries I was assured that this was not the case. “It is always so,” said the American citizen. “Every day a certain number of sailors are allowed to come on shore, and they avail themselves fully of this privilege. As there are some two thousand of these sailors at present on board the men-of-war in Hong Kong harbor, this city is quite lively most of the tiipe. It is the men aboard these war-ships who get the wildest, for the enforced idleness of their life breeds recklessness when once they get ashore. These sailors are beardless young fellows for the most part, and though they have a swaggering and tyrannical mien, I should not think that they would impress the Chinese as very formidable. Walking about the streets in company with a citizen, I saw literally hundreds of these sailors crowding the saloons so thick that you could not see the counter. Outside of the saloon the street would be packed with rickishas, for a sailor gravitates toward a rickisha the first thing upon coming ashore. He does not have to gravitate far, for the Chinese runners almost attempt the perilous feat of walking on the water in their eagerness to meet the sailors half way. Soon after landing the sailors gravitate toward a saloon, and, numbers breeding reckless jollity, it is not long before they cease to be free moral agents. Then they curse and beat their rickisha men, and ride about with scarce any cognizance of whither they are being carried. As I have already intimated, I am implacably opposed to the Chinese; yet my indignation was kindled in their behalf at first when I witnessed the brutality with which they are treated by these sailors. But my commiseration was all dissipated when my friend said: “Don’t pity them. John Chinaman is under now, but he will be on top pretty soon. Wait till the sailors get stupidly drunk, and they will be ignominiously dumped out by the wayside, while these long-suffering *heathen Chinese’ will proceed complacently to go through their -pockets. Don’t misplace your pity.” “Don’t the English make any effort to check this evil ?” “O no, it is so common that they don’t care to interfere. Once in a while when a men gets to smashing things too generally and endangering people’s lives, he will be locked up until he gets sober. But so long as they only injure themselves, no matter if they do break the peace, nothing is done about it.” Mary’s Lamb in a New Light. “Darling,” said he, tenderly encircling her slender waist with his larboard arm, "can you tell me in what respect you resemble Mary, of the little lamb fame?” “No, t cannot, dear Henry, she answered, blushing one of those western sunset blushes that betoken colder weather. “Because,” said he, as he tenderly stroked her golden hair, “beaause you have a pet that loves you so." “And now, dear Henry, can you tell me why you are like Mary’s lamb?” “No, dear, why am I?” “Because,” said she, glancing nervously at the door, “because you are sure to go. I heard papa coming down the stairs and you know.” “Why am I like Mary’s teacher ?” thundered the old man, poking his head in the door and fondling a seven pound Indian club. “Because,” answering himself, “after 11 o’clock is against the rule and I am going to turn you out.” As the young man limped painfully away he was heard to mutter to himself, “Well, I differ from the lanib in one respect, for I never follow Mary any more.”— Peck’s Sun. A curious discussion about the descent of the greatest musical composer of our century is occupying the French and German papers. The French version is that Beethoven was the descendant of a poor family which for a century had its home in a small Belgian village. His talent for music he inherited from his grandfather, a sturdy Anversois, who for many years had an appointment as chanter at the collegiate church of Louvain, and afterward at Bonn obtained a patent as court musician. The second story, which for a long time held its place in a German encyclopedia, says that Beethoven was a natural son of Frederick William 11, King.of Prussia. On being asked about this matter Beethoven declared that on principle he never answered any questions about himself. That he did not believe this rumor appears from Beethoven’s request to a friend “to make kqOwn to the world the honesty of his parents, and especially of his mother.” —Pall Mall Gaeette We are coming gradually to feel that social pleasure with us is only a fading tradition of what once was. As the cares of editorial and pastoral life thicken upon us they exile us from the parlor and keep us on a perpetual stretch. If we are not visiting the sick, Or making a sermon, or conducting a prayer-meeting, or taking a coUection, or preaching a funeral, or examining packs of letters, or writing to somebody, or correcting manuscripts, or reading proof, or tugging at an editorial, or beating wearily up and down the Baptist lines, or glancing over exchanges, or paying exorbitant gas hills, or fighting book agents, or attending board meetings, or botheiing with committees, or receiving advice, or “recommending anybody” who desires to be recommended, or listening to the visiting brother, or signing petitions, or something else-of this sort, we feel like a culprit for wasting our time. But now apd then we break our fetters and pay owt court to liberty.— Richmond Religious Herald. District Visitor— Well, Mrs. Murphy, how are you and all the children? Mrs. Murphy—Sure, they’re very bad. There’s little Bridget, with the worst cold she ever had in her life! Cough, Bridget, to show the lady! t

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Heart-Rending Narrative I heave a sigh whenever I think of the sad fate of my young friend, Archimedes Watson. He was the son of an old English admiral, who was verv fond of him. And sometimes when the admiral was at home he would set for a while and look and look at Archimedes; and then, in the depths of his affection, he would rise up and clasp him to his breast, and, with streaming eyes uplifted, express a wish that his timbers and toplights might be shivered, his tarry eyes blasted, and his hull scuttled, if he didn’t love that boy better than his life. Then the admiral would hitch his trowsers, roll his quid in his mouth, and make an observation to the leeward with the spy-glass which he always carried in his pocket. One day, just before he started on a voyage, the admiral called Archimedes to him, and promised to leave him all his property, provided he (Archimedes) would swear a solemn oath to visit the admiral’s grave after the admiral’s death, once every year, and to say his prayers over his tomb. Archimedes took this vow, in the presence of an aiderman, and then the admiral sorrowfully departed and proceeded to plough the raging main, and to course upon the biUows of the aaging ocean. This was all very fine as far aa it went. But one day the admiral sailed into the South seas, and went ashore upon a cannibal island. He looked so plump and juicy that the epicurean natives laid for him, roped him in with the consecrated lasso, and took him to the temple, where the priest determined to cook him whole, with the crust on and plenty of sravy. So they stretched him on a grid-iron, and stuck him with a fork every now and then to see if he was getting tender, and dredged him all over with pepper and salt and floor. At last he died. His last words were: “Turn me over; I think lam done enough .on this side I” Then his freed spirit winged its way to the sunny empyrean, and the fine old English admiral was no more. The priest ate half of him that day at dinner, and had the rest cut down cold for tea. But how about Archimedes Watson.? When he heard the news he tore his hair, smashed his Sunday hat, and wept quart after quart of actual tears, while corking care ploughed deep furrows in his real alabaster brow. How could he pray over the admiral’s tomb now? If he undertook to engage in religious exercises before that heathen clergyman, wouldn’t he snatch him right off his knees before he got anywhere near “Amen,” and macerate him into and macerate him into hash, and pulverize him into scrapple without a solitary compunction of conscience? Archimedes Watson was willing to bet he would. But he was bound to keep his promise. Archimedes Watson was; so he came to me and said, “Good bye, Quill I Farewell, my boy, farewell.” And then he tore himself, away, went to the South seas by overland route, and advertised for that priest all over the Pacific Ocean- I never heard of him again, but I doubt not that his heroic soul kept faith with the admiral, and that his underdone remains at this moment linger undigested in the stomach of that voracious worshiper of false gods— Washington Capital. A Wonderful Cat. Charles Nesbitt, the colored barberphilosopher, has a wonderful black cat of the Thomas vintage. He is also a chicken fancier, and between one of his hens and the cat a strong affection exists. This particular pet concluded that she would like to set, so she was provided with a nest and twelve fine eggs. Tom accompanied her and selecting an adjoining nest calmly watched her raan'euvers. Finally he seemed to grasp the situation and levied on the hen’s wealth, selecting six of the eggs and putting them in his own nest The hen not only made no objection but gave several clucks of approval, and now they set side by side as all who wish can see, wondering with pardonable pride, “what will the harvest be?” Should the eggs under the cat hatch, won't the chickens be astonished at the appearance of their mother and try to get back into their shells?—Atlanta Constitution. The Longest-Haired Woman. It is said that Mercedes Lopez, a Mexican woman who livason the Rio Grande, is perhaps the longest haired woman in the world. She is some five feet in height, and when she stands erect her hair trails on the ground four feet and sight inches. Her hair is so thick that she can draw it around her so as to completely hide herself. Her present suit of hair is only five years old. It grows so heavy as to cause her headaches and she is compelled to cut it frequently, and she sells large tresses of it to hair dealers every month. She is an ignorant woman, the wife ot a sheep-herder, and is of Castilian blood. Let There Be Peace In the gastric region. If troubled with nausea from sea sickness, biliousness or other cause, Hostetter's Stomach Bitters will Immediately put a stop to the stomachic disturbance. A prominent and most unpleasant feature ot liver complaint is nausea in the morning. The symptoms disappear and the cause is removed by the Bitters. Many persons have very delicate stomachs which trifling indiscretions in eating or drinking, or even some sight that is repulsive, disorder. Such persons cannot act more wisely than to invigorate their digestive region with the Bitters, a tonic specially adapted to reinforce it. For malaria, rheumatism, kidney troubles, and nervousness the Bitters will be found marvelously beneficial, and when sleep is untranqnil and appetite variable it soon improves both. It is, in fact, a most comprehensive and delightful remedy. Wonderful Insect Vitality. It is a standing puzzle to the entomologists how frail little insects of the mosquito and butterfly order can brave the cold of the Arctic winter and yet retain their vitality. The larvae of the milkweed butterfly have been exposed to an artificial blast 68 degrees below zero. Taken out ot range of this artificial blizzard and gradually “thawed out,” this same worm was able to creep in less than half an hour afterwards. Butterflies have been found flitting joyously about in the highest lattitude man has ever penetrated, and the mosquitoes of Alaska and Greenland are known to be the healthiest specimens of that race of little pests. HALL’S CATARRH CURE is a liquid and is taken internally. Sold by Druggists, 75* Art Note. “What’s that pencil for?” inquired Mrs. Sharpe of her daughter. “For penciling eyebrows,” responded the damsel. “Well, what do you want to use one for?” “To draw.” “Draw what?” “Draw a beau."—Texas Siftings. ITOL-ABFlta stopped tree by Dr. KUne's Groat Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first day’s use. Marvelous cures. Treatise and Si 00 trial bottle tree to HScaoee. Send to Dr. Kline. 9U Arab St.. ppUa. Pa. A girl never knows how to appreciate her father and mother until, after the is married to a worthless man. ‘

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It was taken to a contractor’s yard in the town, where the reptile was inspected by a large number of people. The solitary snake of Ireland will be preserved in a glass case for the inspection of future generations. The Only One Ever Printed—Can You Find the Word? There is a 3-inoh display advertisement in this paper this week which has no two words alike except one word. The same is true of each new one appearing each week from The Dr. Harter Medicine Co. This house places a "Crescent" on everything they make and publish. Look for it. send them the name of the word, and they will return you book, bkauutul uthogbaphs. OB SAMPLES FBEK. The Foreman’s Letter. , The following letter from a section foreman to a road master of his division, reminds the Shamokawa (Wash.) Eagle of the saying: “So handy with the shovel and so aisy on the pen:” “To Roadmaster —Send me a man, I hev no mao, I discharged my man, I kneed a man, send me a good man and four pick handles. 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