Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 21, Decatur, Adams County, 11 August 1893 — Page 2

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ICvf.n to a deaf nun, ju-t!ce guarMtees a hearing. Thk Scotch are very canny people, Mt they are not so can-can-ny as the French. The chain which holds the cow to the stake is like a hard conumdrum, It contracts the brow.-e. Instead of “Let’s have a cream,’’ the proper caper now is, “What do you say to a little tyrotoxicon?" One of the most convincing things iu the world is a carpet tack: a man hardly touches it before he secs the point. Pennsylvania is having touches of earthquake. It will take something of that sort to stir up Philadelphia. A fierce war is being waged ■aaong the hackmen at Niagara Falls. Honest men are now likely to get their due . Swearing may give relief .to overworked feelings but it doesn’t bring beck the excursion boat the swearer has missed. Henry Guy Carleton is paying alimony to two wives. 11 is success as a writer of society plays enables him to do this. A good cure for the blues lea big piece of ice cold watermelon. A good care for the watermelon can be had el any practicing physician. When Fogg was thrown down by the electric car into the lap of a dignified old lady he said he now knew what it was to sit in the seat of the acoroful. Some one has invented “Infant’s Friend Powder.” It may be intended tar shooting the nurse who jiggers and troW baby half to death on her knees. A man will get mad quicker at being called a fool than at any other term yon may use. It is probably because the allegation is so easy to prove. A man in New York State has sold his wife to a neighbor for 45 cents, and yet New York is sending away hundreds of thousands of dollars yearly to civilize foreign heathens. A writer in the Century says profanity is declining. That writer •ugbt to go into the hemlock country •nee where profanity is a fine art, and see how it sounds in Its decline. When the King of Siam fltears anything said about sending missionaries to the heathen, he quietly remarks that it would only be low-down mis■fanaries who would care to go to France. Massachusetts is paying 200 men SIOO,OOO to kill moths this summer. That’s pretty near as seductive a job aaour grandfathers used to tell about when they talked of hiring a lazy man to watch the bees off the buckwheat. . -—-- Torpedo Boat No. 2, which is building at Dubuque, will be the first I aaodern-type war vessel ever launched •a the Father of Waters. It will be warned the Ericsson, and is 150 feet long, with a mean draught of nearly ■re feet. Some formidable ironclade for their day were constructed on the Mmdssippi during the civil war, and the revival of naval construction in those waters will be watched with much interest. __ The doctors have not discovered any specifics for the cure of cholera, but they have done even better;, they have demonstrated that it can be prevented and barred out. Cholera is not in the air, but in the food and drink, and in the accumulating filth of decaying matter. Keep clean in person. Keep the streets and home dean. Drink pure water and eat wholesome food are the directions, and with care are easily observed. _ . ... - White Caps have sacked a newspaper in Mississippi for the offense ot condemning their acts. These felfaws are notonly above law and order but are shocked at Crith ism. A certain kind of admiration for the sublimity of the ignorance which makes them think themselves right is not Impossible; but it is amazing to know that they are not tracked and killed like the new orders of bank-robbers and train-robbers and the old kinds , us wild beast. It is not the wisest thing a farmer can do to store his wheat in an elevator, especially on a declining market, says a Northwestern paper. The farmer who stored wheat a year age last fall when it was worth 85 cants might almost as well have domated 15 cents a bushel. Now when the farmer calls for a settlement he will get the present price for his wheat less the storage of 15 or 18 cents per bushel. The farmer who wants to speculate on his wheat should have a good granary on his •arm and keep his grain there. ~r — ... ..... '"-J— France has become so thoroughly ■farmed at the constant decrease in ter population that she is thinking •Ktouslyof putting a tax on bachelors,

■nd families where only one child ’ y <,rn .’. t'-'J and mothers of numerous offspring. But there are other causes which she shoull attem pt to remedy at once. A recent report shows that the number of suicides in . France and Algeria during 1891 was 18,180 or 21 per 100,000 Inhabitants. 1 Department of the Seine (1,465, or 50 per 100,000) and least frequent in Corsica (12, or 4 per 100,000.) Os the entire number of suicides 78 per cent were of the male sex. It makes humane people long for the day when Wizard Edison shall have completed his grand discovery of forcing coal to yield up all its force, instead of one-tenth of it, in combustion—to read of the sufferings of the poor stokers on the great Atlantic liners in this torrid weather. They otten succumb to the terrible heat of the raging furnaces in cool weather; but in Summer they perish in large numbers. The sooner science finds means of liberating these poor slaves of the shovel and the furnace door the better. Daucjet has left us a terrible picture of this life in his novel of “Jack.” To read it is to make one resolve that stokers shall be liberated. The impression in the minds of many Americans that the title of infanta by the Princess Eulalia is something unique is ill-grounded. Infanta is a title borne by every one of the daughters of kings of Spain and Portugal except the eldest. The following list gives the names of the living infantas of Spain: Infanta Isabel, born December 20, 1851, widow of Count de Girgentl; Infanta Maria de la Paz, born June 23, 1862, wife of Prince Ludwig, eldest son of the late Prince Adalbert of Bavaria; Infanta Eulalia, born February 12, 1864, wife of Prince Antoine, son of Prince Antoine d'Orleans, duke de Montpensier: all sisters of the late king. Aunt of the late king—lnfanta Luisa, born January 30, 1832. widow of Prince Antoine d’Orleans, duke de Montpensier, sixth son of King Louis Phi 11 ippe of France. Each of the sons of the king of Spain except the eldest bears the title of infante. There is one living infante, Don Carlos Maria de los Dolores, born March 30, 1848, who is the cousin of the late king. One of New York's most obscure men has an income of $500,000 a year and is 27 years old. He occupies f.n entire house on Fifth Avenue not far from Jack Astor’s palatial home, but, unlike this near neighbor of his, he is a bachelor. This most obscure Gothamite rarely visits any one, is an accomplished scholar and linguist, and spends most of his time surrounded by a collection of books and objects de virtu that would make George Washington Vanderbilt and the Marquand family very envious. He keeps numerous servants, is quite handsome, and the daily carriage rtde in Central Park forms the most important view of the outside world he ever gets. This young man pays taxes on over SIOO,OOO worth of real estate in New York, $600,000 worth in Philadelphia, and as much again in Brooklyn. He owns numerous blocks of trust company stock: in addition to interests in various paying corporations. All he has in the world was inherited from parents who died some years ago, leaving no child but himself. His age, his habits, and his life make him unique amid New York’s human ocean. But, as he is the proprietor of a wellknown patent medicine, his name will not be mentioned; and the imDotation of “puffing” be thus avoided. Apparenlty Sent by Sanctimonious Duns. A bundle of puzzling envelopes was side-tracked in the city postoffice on Tuesday. The envelopes were heavily bordered with black. In the lefthand corner were three texts of Scripture as follows, “Let Us Walk Honestly,” Bomans xii., 13; ‘Owe No Man Anything,” Bomans xii, 8; “Many Days and Years Shall Ye Be Troubled,” Isaiah xxxiii., 10. There were fifty of the letters, each bearing a 2-cent stamp The postoffice authorities decided that the epistles were being used by some of the many collection agencies and contained “duns” to those to whom they were addressed. the entire lot was held and will be forwarded to Washington. The law specifies that requests for the payments of debts shal/be sent neither on postal cards nor inclosed in envelops bearing evidences of the contents. The supposed object of those sending out the envelopes in question was to cleverly evade the law. At the first sight the envelopes appear to have emanated from a tract society. — Cleveland ■ Leader. __ The Force of Gravity. A steel rod one-fourth of an inch square is known to be able to sustain a weight of about 7,500 pounds. The Canadian Engineer takes this as a basis to estimate the force of gravity in comprehensible terms and says: “Now, simply to hold the moon in , its orbit, we should have to have a colossal bar of steel, stretching from ' the earth to the moon, whose section ’ would be 87,500 square miles! An i area which would cover the three ; Maritime Provinces and leave 36,700 . square miles over. Or if, instead of > one single bar, we should stretch a forest of steel bars, each bar one- ’ quarter of an inch square, from the earth to the moon, we would have to i cover tfite entire surface of the earth on the side toward the moon with such bars at intervals of only six inches. Think of itl A forest of steel whose stems would be so cluse 1 together that a cat could scarcely ? squeeze through. This is what the , ‘force of gravitation’ means.”

t — . ’ SILVER MEN FROM FORTY-TWO • STATES MEET. They Declare for the Restoration of the 1 White Metal to It» Place *• Part of the Money of the Nation—Kight Hundred and * Ten Delegates In Attendance. 1 i Demands Made by the West. Chicago Special: The attendance at the National Silver Convention which met in Chicago was larger than that of any previous ' assembly of like character in the history of financial agitation. The army , of delegates assembled overcrowded the First Methodist Church auditorium 1 an hour before the meeting was called to order, and it was early apparent that a larger hall would have to be sought for future sessions. Eight hundred and ten delegates from forty-two States and Territories, representing all political parties and every shade of political belief, rallied to discuss silver. It was an enthusiastic body of men. They had met for a single purpose, and they kept that sose steadily in mind. A grave j, as they viewed it, had called them together. When Chairman Warner of the Bimetallic League called the convention to order, scores of delegates were obliged to stand in the aisles, but all took the inconvenience good naiuredly,

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as the convention was so largely attended. After a few opening words, Chairman Warner introduced Mayor Harrison of Chicago, who welcomed the delegates to the city. Among other things ho said: In almost prehistoric times we know that gold and silver were the money metals of the world. Gold is found in pockets, it is the fruit of chance, but silver Is worked out of the rocks by hard, methodical, inevitable labor. They say that those who believe in bimetallism are crazy. If the act of 1873 could be blotted from the annals of American political action, I believe that silver would be w’orth 129 cents an ounce. Be wise in your deliberations, but be fearless. Congress is about to meet. Give the benefit of your deliberations to Congress, and tell Grover Cleveland what the people of the United States w ant. I welcome you all. Thomas M. Patterson, in responding to Mayor Harrison's address, said: I know that the Mayor of Chicago Is heart and soul in the cause. Chicago is not * "goldbug" city. Those who so assert know only the opinions of the bankers of this city. The bimetallists are the conservative element of the country. They call us lunatics: crazy lunatics. Do we ask for anything new? All we ask for is that the law of 1732, the law framed by Alexander Hamilton, the law approved by George Washington, shall be restored to the statute books without blotting out a letter or the omission of a line. When tjie Chicago Clearing. House Association bankers meet, let them recall that ft is not the tariff measure that adds to the circulating medium of the country, but that it is their policy that has struck down silver and has caused those who have lost part of their money to fear for the remainder and to withdraw it from circulation. Gen. Warner Make. His Address. Gen. Warner called Judge Miller, of Hlinois, to the chair while he delivered his address as President of the Bimetallic League. The address was an exhaustive discussion of the causes of the present financial depression, tracing them directly to the demonetization of silver in 1873, which he characterized as a crime. By it the money of the world had been decreased onehalf, thereby reducing the value of everything but the evidences of debt. xW fw « CHAIBMAN A. W. TBURMAR. These it had enhanced. During the course of his remarks he said: How the United States could ever have been ensnared into such a plot as that of 18731 cannot understand. My only explanation of it is that they were taken unawares. Nobody at that time knew that the Shennan act demonetized silver. The President did not know, the Senate di in’t know it, the presiding officer didn’t know it—there was only one man who knew it, and he has not been hanged or indicted fortreason. If ever a sepulcher stalked abroad it is the perpetrator of that measure. That act will be known in history as "the crime of 1873." Let the names of those who are connected with it rot in oblivion. The compromise we offer is to put us back under the laws that obtained prior to 1H73. At the close of Gen. Warner's speech the delegates jumped up in their seats and gave three wild hurrahs for him. A committee on credentials was then appointed, Consisting of one member from each State. On motion of exCongressman Symes, of Colorado, the Chairman was authorized to appoint a committee of five on permanent organization. As this committee, the Chairi man named Symes of Colorado, Reagan i of Texas, Washburn of Massachusetts, . and Fullinwider of Illinois. A com- , mittee consisting of one delegate from , each State was authorized to be appointed on rules and order of business, this appointment to be made by the various State and Territorial delegations. The Committee on Permanent Organization was also authorized to select a larger hall in which to hold i the sessions of the convention. The convention then adjourned until 2:30 i P-m. ■ 7, . The Afternoon session, was held at Central Music Hall. The various State ■ delegations filled the entire lower floor. ’ Colorado, with its big delegation, took > up a position in front and to t ( he loft of > the stage. Immediately back of Coli orado sat the Nebraska men, and bei hind them a goodly number from Cali- : fornia. lowa and New Mexico sat side f by side to the right fa front. Back of , them Illinois’ big delegation kept up ' its quarrel during most of the meeting. Indiana, Pennsylvania, and WashlngJ ton had to find seats back of the rafl-

‘ V - --X --permanent orranI - reported commending Allen t4V. Thurman, of onio, f °n vrf tne “Old Roman.” aa permanent Chairman of the convention. The report was ratified bv a unanimous vote, and Chairman Thurman, being introduced by the raO oO w OKNKRAI. WARNBR. tiring Chairman, was received with great applause, and spqke in substance as follows: Mb. Chairman and gkntlbmbn or the Convention— The tight between those who believe that the circulating medium of thin country should be hard money—that is, real money, gold and stiver, and paper redeemable In the some—and those who believe In the use

of soft money—that is. paper promises to pay money, redeemable tn other promises to pay—is on. Since the late demand in the East to have the Government issue bonds, and the ory that is now made for the unconditional repeal of the Shennan law, charging it. regardless of facta, with all the ills that flesh is heir to, ought to make it perfectly apparent to every thinking man. that should the Sherman law bo repealed without substituting anything in lien thereof, it means t he final destruction of silver money as a measure of value, and no man can tell when it will ever be again restored to its former place. No matter what may be said to the contrary, this means, for years and years to come, its reduction to token money, after which the issue resolves itself flown simply to the question whether paper money of the country is to be issued by banking corporations upon the debts of the people or upon other kinds of corporate securities, or whether it is to rest upon the broad and safe basis of gold and silver. This la so because gold alone certainly cannot afford a sufficient basis upon which the amount of circulating medium reV NS/J / Wa * B. P. BLAND OBN. WBAVEB. quiredby the people of this country can safely rest. T. V. Powderly, the labor leader, was called upon to speak. Mr. Powderly said he was here to represent labor. “Being an American, I believe we are capable of managing our own affairs and making our own currency without heeding any demands from across the water, " said he. “Governor Waite has been criticised because he referred to the people across the water. He was right. If there ever was a time when there was need of cool and calm deliberation now is the time. The entire membership of the Knights of Labor stand a unit on the question, and they are in favor of free and unlimited coinage of silver at the ratio to gold of 16 to 1. X Ignatius Donnelly kept the delegates applauding for an hour. He said in part: “This is the most significant event of our era. It is the people rising to the occasion of a great calamity. We are in the midst of the most anomalous condition ever seen on earth. Our country is stored with every treasure that can make us rich—a most fertile soil, an industrious people, la-bor-saving inventions. And yet, with all these elements, we are staggering into universal bankruptcy.” After the close of Mr. Donnelly’s speech the convention adjourned until 8 o'clock. Free Coinage Resolutions. The Committee on Resolutions, at the night meeting, practically determined upon a report, the nature of which was outlined in tiie speech of Congressman Bryan at Central Music Hall. It was agreed to ignore all questions with the exception of that of money, and to demand free coinage and the remonetization of silver. Ex-Senator Reagan, of Texas, was made chairman, and Robert Schilling, of Wisconsin, secretary. A sub-committee consisting of Senator Reagan, Congressman Bryan of NeBl m OOV WAITE BENATOB I’BVFEB. braska; ex-Congre-sinan Bartine Os Nevada, Ignatius Donnelly, George Washburn of Massachusetts, Thomas Patterson of Colorado, and Mr. Manning of Alabama was selected to draft the resolutions and report to the general committee at 0 o’clock the following morning. An order of Secretary Smith revers1 ing the practice of Pension Commissioner Raum in disability cases is found to be in lino with a previous decision of Assistant Secretary. BuSfcey. In attempting to release his Impounded cows near Louisville, Edwin ' Graham shot Marshal A. J. Blunt and was in turn killed by the officer. [ The steamer Dorset arrived at New York from South American ports and 1 reports that five of her crew died on the voyage of yellow fever. Cherokee Indians are threatened with destitution. . 1... A ,

__ ~ .. ; TALMAGE’S BEBMON. F —- : 7 —-.7 —- > I THE PSALMIST RECALLS THE 1 DAYS OF HIS YOUTH. • Dr. Talmage Preaches otr the Itmietlta ot Solitary Contemplation — The Hand of Providence In the Vicissitudes of LifePreparation for the Hereafter. Musing by the Fire. Rev. Dr. Talmage choee aa the topic for last Sunday's sermon a panorama of reminiscences appropriate to the season, the text selected being Psalm xxxix, 3, “While I was musing the fire burned.” Here is David, the psalmist, with the forefinger of hla right hand against his temple, the door shut against the world, engaged in contemplation. And it would be well for us to take the same posture often, closing the door against the world while we sit down in sweet solitude to contemplate. In a small island off the coast I once passed a Sabbath in delightful solitude, for I had resolved that 1 would have one day of entire quiet before I entered upon autumnal work. I thought to have spent the day in laying out plans for Christian work, but instead of that it became adayof tender reminiscence. I reviewed my pastorate. I shook hands with an old departed friend, whom I shall greet again when the curtains of life are lifted. The days of my boyhood came back, and I was 10 years of age, and I was 8, and I was 5. There wus but one house on the island, and yet from Sabbath daybreak, when the bird chant woke me, until the evening melted into the bay, from shore to shore there were 10,000 memories, and the groves were a-hum with voices that had long ago ceased. Youth and Ago. Youth is apt too much to- spend all its time in looking forward. Old age is apt too much to spend all its time in looking backward. People in midlife and on the apex look npth ways. It would be well for us, I think, however, to spend more time in reminiscence. By the constitution of our nature we spend most of the time looking forward. And the vast majority of people live not so much In the present as in the future. I find that you mean to make a reputation. You mean to establish, yourself, and the advantages that you expect to achieve absorb a great deal of your time. But I see no harm in this if it does not make you discontented with the present or disqualify you for existing duties. It is a" useful thing sometimes to look back and see the dangers we have escaped, and to see the sorrows we have suffered, and the trialsand wanderings of our earthly pilgrimage, and to sum up our enjoyments. I mean to-aay, so far as God may help me. to stir up your memory of the past, so that in the review you may bo encouraged and humbled and urged to pray. I want to bind in one sheaf all your past advantages, and I want to bind in another sheaf all your past adversities. It is a precious harvest, and I must be cautious how I swing the scythe. Among the greatest advantages of your past life was an early home and its surroundings. The bad men of the day, for the most part, dip their heated passions out of the boiling spring of an unhappy home. Wo are not surprised that Byron's heart was a concentration of sin when we hear that his mother was abandoned and that she made sport of his infirmity and often called him “the lame brat.” He who has vicious parents has to fight every inch of his way if he would maintain his integrity ana at last reach the home of the good in Heaven. Perhaps your early hpme was in the city. It may have been in the days when Canal Street, New York, was far up town. That old house in the city may have been demolished or changed into stores, and it seemed like sacrilege to you, for there was more meaning in that plain house, in that small house, than there is in a granite mansion or a turreted cathedral. Looking back this morning, you see it as though it wota yesterday—the sitting room, where the loved ones sat by the plain lamplight, the mother at the. evening stand, the brothers and sisters, perhaps long ago gathered into the skies, then plotting mischief on the floor or under the table; your father with a firm voice commanding silence, that lasted half a minute. Happy Childhood Days. Oh, those were good days! If you had your foot hurt, your mother always had a soothing salve to heal it. If you were wronged inthestreet, your father was always ready to protect you. The year was one round of frolic and mirth. Your greatest trouble; was an April shower, more sunshine than shower. The heart had not been ransacked by troubles, nor had sickness broken it, and no lamb had a warmer sheepfold than the home.in which your childhood nestled. Perhaps you were brought up in the country. You stand now to-day in memory under the old tree. You clubbed it for fruit that was not quite ripe because you could not wait any longer. You hear the brook rumbling along over the pebbles. You step again into the furrow where your father in his shirt sleeves shouted to the lazy oxen. You frighten the swallows.from the rafters of the barn and take just one egg and silence your conscience by saying they will not miss it. You take a drink again out of the very bucket that the old well fetched up. You go for the cows at night and find them wagging their heads through the bars. Ofttimcs in the dusty and busy streets you wish you were home again on that cool grass or in the hall of the farmhouse, through which there was the breath of new mown hay or the blossom of buckwheat. You may have in your windows now beautiful plants and flowers-brought from across the seas, but' not one of them stirs in your soul so much charm and memory as the old ivy and the yellow sunflower that stood sentinel along the garden walk and the forgetmenots playing hide and seek mid the long grass. The father, who used to come in sunburned from the fields and sit down on the doorsill and wipe the sweat from his brow, may have gone to his everlasting rest. The mother, who used to sit at the door a little bent over, cap and spectacles on, her face mellowing with the vicissitudes of many years, may have put down her gray head on the pillow‘in the valley, but forget that home you never will. Have you thanked God for it 9 Have you rehearsed all these blessed reminiscences? ‘Oh. tharik God for a Christian father. Thank Goa for a Christian mother. Thank God for an early Christian altar at,which you were taught to kneeh Thank God for an early Christian home. I bring to mind another passage in the history of your life. The day came when you set up your own household. The days passed along in quiet blessedness. You twain sat at the table morning and night and talked over your plans for the future. The most insignificant affair in your life became the subject of mutual consultation and advisement. You were so happy you felt you never could be any happier. « Ont pf ths Cloud. Ona day a dark cloud hovered over • > ' .

- 'h 'Hgasfateggreg to incarnate an immortal snlrit ui : little feet .tarted ney, and vqj'.-t* A vo flash in Heaven’s coronet, and you to polish it. Eternal ages of light , and darkness watching the starting out , of a newly created being. You rejoiced and you trembled at the responsibility that in your possession an immortal treasure was placed. You prayed and rejoiced, and wept and wondered, and prayed and rejoiced, and wept and wondered. You were earnest in supplication that you might lead it through life into the kingdom of God. There was a tremor in your earnestness. There wus a double Interest about that home. Tfyere was an additionul interest why you stay there and be faithful, and when in a few months your house was filled with the music of the child's laughter you were struck through with the fact that you had a stupendous mission. Have you kept that vow? Have you neglected any of these duties? Is your home as muon to you as it used to be? Have those anticipations been gratified? God help you to-day in your solemn reminiscence and let his mercy fall upon your soul if your kindness has been ill requited 1 God have mercy on the parent on the wrinkles of whose face is written the story of a child’s sin! God have mercy on the mother who in addition to her other pangs has the pang of a child’s iniquity! Oh, there are many, many sad sounds in this sad world, but the saddest sound that is ever heard is the breaking of a mother's heart! Are there any here who remember that in that homo they were unfaithful? Are there those who wandered off from that, early home and left the mother to die with a broken heart? Oh, I stir that reminiscence to-day! I find another point in your life history. You found one day that you were in the wrong road; you could not sleep at night. There was just one word that seemed to sob through your banking house, or through your office, or your shop, or your bedroom, and that word was “eternity.” You said: “I am not ready for it. O God, have mercy!” The Lord heard. Peace came to your heart. You remember how your hand trembled as you took the cup us the holy You remember the old minister who consecrated it, and you remember the church officials who carried it through the aisle. You remember the old people who at the close of the service took your hand in theirs in congratulating sympathy, as much as to say, “Welcome home, you lost prodigal,” and though those hands Have all withered away that communion Sabbath is resurrected to-day. It is resurrected with all its prayers and songs and tears and sermons and transfiguration. Have you kept those vows? Have you, been a backslider? God help you! This day kneel at the foot of mercy and start again for Heavsn.. Start to-day as you started then. I rouse your soul by that reminiscence. But I must not spend any more of my time in goinft over the advantages of your life. I just put them all in one great sheaf, and I bind them up in your memory with one loud harvest song, such as reapers sing. Praise the Lord, ye bi»od bought mortals on earth! Praise the Lord, ye crowned spirits of Heaven! Tribulations. But some of you have not always had a smooth life. Some of you are now in the shadow. Others had their troubles years ago; you are a mere wreck of what you once were. I must gather up the sorrows of your past life, but how shall Ido it? You say that is impossible, as you have had so many troubles and adversities. Then I will just take two, the first trouble and the last trouble. . As when you are" walking along the street and there has been music in the distance you unconsciously find yourselves keeping step to the music, so when you started life your very life was a musical timebeat. The air was full of joy and hilarity. With the bright, clear oar. you made the boat skip. You went on, and life grow brighter, until after awhile suddenly a voice from Heaven said, “Halt!” And you halted. You grew pale. You confronted your first sorrow. You had no idea that the flush on your child’s cheek was an unhealthy flush. You said it cannot be anything serious. Death in slippered feet walked round about the cradle. You did not hear the tread, but after awhile the truth flashed on you. You walked the floor. Oh, if you could with your strong, stout hand, have wrenched the child from the destroyer. You went to your room, and you said: “God, save my child! God. save my child!” The world seemed going in darkness. You said, “I cannot bear it, I cranot bear it!” You felt as if you could not put the lashes over the bright eyes never to see them again sparkle. Oh, if you could have taken that little one in your arms and with it leaped into the grave, how gladly you would have done it! Oh. if you could let your property go, * your houses, your land, ana your storehouse go, how gladly you would have allowed,themto depart if you could only have-keotthat one treasure! But one day there arose from the Heavens a chill blast that swept over the bed-room, and instantly all the light went out, and there was darkness —thick, murky, impenetrable, shuddering darkness. But God did not leave you there. Mercy spoke. As you were about to put that cup to your lips God said, “Let it pass,” and forthwith, as by the hand of angels, another cup was put into your hands. It was the cup of God's consolation. And as you have sometimes lifted the head of a wounded soldier and poured wine into his lips, so God puts his left arm under your head, and with His right hand He pours into your lips the wiaeof His comfort and His consolation, and you looked at the empty cradle and looked at your broken heart, and you looked at the Lord’s chastisement, and you said, “Even so, Father, for so it Beemeth good in thy sight.” Ah, it is your first trouble. How did you get over it? God comforted you. You have been a better man ever since. You have been a better woman ever since. In the jar of the closing gate of the sepulcher you heard the clanging of the opening gate of Heaven, and you felt the irresistible drawing heavenward. You have been purer and holier ot heart ever since that night when the little one for the last time put his arms around your neck and said: “Good night, papa. Good night, mamma. Meet me in Heaven.” But I must come on down to your later sorrow. What was it? Perhaps it was sickness. The child's tread on the stair or the tick of the watch on the stand disturbs you. Through the Long, weary days you counted the figures on the carpet or the flowers in the wall paper. Oh, the weariness and exhaustion! Oh, the burning pangs! Would God it were morning, Would God it were night, were your frequent cry. But you are better—perhaps even well. Have you thanked God that to-day you can come out in the fresh air; that you are in this place to hear God’s name, ■nd to sing God’s praise, and to implore God’s halp, and to ask God’s forgiveness? Bless the Lord whchealetn all ''’■l ’1 ‘ 3 ‘

"V ''' ’ ■■■■■■■■ 1 ■■ ■- .—< — 11 our diseases and wiA- - , m from C I _J? embarrassment. I oongr. ulate some of you on your lucrative p. sion or occupation, on ornate apparel, on a commodious residence —everything you put your hand to seems to turn to gold. 13ut there uro thouo of you who are like the ship on which Paul sailed where two seas met, and you are broken by the violence of the waves. By an unadvised indorsement, or by a conjunction of unforseen events, or by Are or storm, or a senseless panic, you have been flung headlong, and where you once dispensed groat charities, now you have hord work to make the two ends meet. Thauk God for Froaprrlty. Have you forgotten to thank God for your days of prosperity and that through your trials some of you have made Investments which will continue after the lost liunk of this world has exploded and the silver and gold are molten in fires of a burning world? Have you, amid all your losses and discouragements, forgot tjiat there was bread on your table this morning and that theri shall be a shelter for your head from the storm, and there is air for your lungp and biood for your heart and light for your eye and a glad and glorious and triumphant religion in your soul? Some years ago I was sailing down th® St. John River, which is the Rhine and the Hudson commingled in one scene of beauty and grandeur, and while I was on the deck of the steamer a gentleman pointed out to mo the places of interest, and he said, “All this is interval land, and it is the richest land in all the provinces of Now Brunswick and Nova Scotia.” “What,” said I, “do you mean by interval land?” “Well,” he said, “this land is submerged for a part of the year. Spring freshets come down, and all these plains are overflowed with the water, and the water leaves a rich deposit, and when the waters are gone the harvest springs up, and there is the grandest harvest that was ever reaped.” And I instantly thought, “It is not the heights of the church and it is not the heights of this world that are the scenes of the greatest prosperity, but the soul over which the floods of sorrow have gone, the soul over which the freshets of tribulation have torn their way, that yields the greatest fruits of righteousness, and the largest harvest for time, and the richest harvest for eternity.” Bless God that your soul is Interval land. The Last Hoar. But these reminiscences reach only to this morning. There is one more point of tremendous reminiscence, and that is the last hour of life, when we have to look over all our existence. What a moment that will be! I place Napoleon’s dying reminiscence on St. Helena beside Mrs. Judson’s dying reminiscence in the harbor of St. Helena—the same island—twenty years after. Napoleon’s dying reminiscence was one of delirium as he exclaimed, “Head of the army!” Mrs. Judson’s dying reminisence. as she came home from her missionary toil and her life of self sacrifice for God, dying in the cabin of the ship in the harbor of St. Helena, was, “I always did love the Lord Jesus Christ.” And then, the historian says, she fell into a sound sleep for an hour and woke amid the songs of angels. I place the dying reminiscence of Augustus Ca'sar against the dying reminiscence of the Anostle Paul. The dying reminiscence of Augustus Caesar was, addressing his attendants, “Have I played my part well on the stage of lite?” and they answered in the affirmative, and he said, “Why, then, don’t you applaud me?” The dying reminiscence of Paul the Apostle was: “I have fought a good flgnt, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the, Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me in that day, and not to mo only, but to all them that love His appearing.” Augustus Ca'sar died amid pomp and great surroundings. Paul uttered his dying reminiscence looking up through the roof of a dungeon. God grant that our dying pillow may be the closing of a useful life and the opening of a glorious eternity. How Sailors Pull Teeth. Sailors often suffer frpm the toothache, and have to bear the pain as best they can until they reach the shore. One day a captain seeing a sailor’s mouth in a bad condition asked the cause. The poor fellow had suffered so long with a bad tooth that his patience gave out. Then he took a chisel and hammer, an,d found a comrade who was willing to cut off the top of the tooth for him. The same voyage the captain was caught by an aching tooth, the pain from which soon became unbearable. The remedy of the sailor had proved so much worse than the disease that the captain was unwilling to try the chisel His contrivance for extracting the tooth was ingenious though intricate. He fastened a fine long wire to a bullet, which he placed in bis pistol with the wire hangingout. Securing the wire to the aching tooth ho opened his mouth as wide as possible and fired. His ingenuity was revealed, for the tooth followed the bullet in the air. His experience, however, made him buy a set of dentist’s Instruments. But strange to relate he |iever had any use for them, though he followed the sea for many years. Wbat She Named Her Doll. It was a kitchen where the colored cook and laundress usually entertain their families and their Iriends. The lady of the house one day discovered a cunning little mite of Afro-Ameri-can humanity visiting. The child was so attractive that a doll was brought down from the nursery for her. “What yuh say foh dat?” demanded the cook. “Why doan yuh tell the leddy how yue thank huh? An?’ ask huh to name the doll foh yuh?” The child shyly thanked the donor, ’ but said she wanted to name tae doll herself. “Wall,” agreed the cook, “butdona yuh go namin’ dat doll no niggah names. Yuh call huh after Mis’ Blank there. ” But the child wouldn't She had a pretty name for her doll and wanted to call it by that Much inquiry revealed that the name she had been bolding in her heart until she found an object worthy to bear it was “Abraham Maud.” And by that name was the treasure known.— New York Weekly. A girl's natural instinct is to run from everything she sees, and a boy’s is to throw at it An itching for * notoriety is not enough to secure a niche in the temple of Fa<». - 7. / ’ , t