Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 22, Decatur, Adams County, 18 August 1893 — Page 3

The Busy Bee. Every head of clover consist* of about sixty flower tubes, each of which contains an Infinitesimal quantity of sugar. Bees will often visit a hundred different heads of clover before rotirIng to the hive, and in order to obtain the sugar necessary for a load must therefore thrust their tongues into about six thousand different flowers. A A bee will make about twenty trips a *' day, when the clover patch is convenient to the hive, and thus will draw the sugar from 120,000differont flowers in the course of a single day's work. Mon.think they have hard work to make a living, but their employment, However arduous, is an easy and pleasant task compared to that of a working boo.—Globe-Democrat. A Hint to Rise. The grave young man in ordinary black leather shoes was reading his Bible when the summer girl in white Eton jacket entered the car. The young man’s lips moved but he did not. He protended not to see. Presently a look of pain flitted across his face. “Excuse me,” ho growled “you sre standing on my feet.” She smiled sweetly. “I beg your pardon,” she murmured, “but you did not seem to be using them yourself.” » Glowering ferociously at the dainty slippers beneath the snowy skirt he made his way to the front platform.— Detroit Tribune. Bow He Got Sumner's Autograph. A small boy once saw Charles Sumdcr’s frank on a public document and. avaricious of autographs, straightway sat down and wrote to him, saving: “By the aid of Webster’s unabridged,, the Latin and Greek lexicons, and the assistance of my high school teacher, I have made it out to be your name. If • that is so, and you can do it again, please do it for mo.” The Senator, amused by what flippant people in those days would call the gall of the youth, replied: “I am glad to learn that you have so many helps to education. It was my name. I can do it again, and here it is. Yours very truly, Charles Sumner.”—New York Times. # The Violent Commotion In the stomach and bowels produced by a violent purgative and Its consequent drenching action, never are, because It Is Impossible they should be, followed by permanent good effects. No specific which weakens and convulses the organs for whose relief it is used can do good. Blue 6 pills, calomel, podyphyllln, salts and senna, vegetable or mineral purgative pills, are drastic remedies generally void of benefit. A reliable and effective substitute for them is Hostotter's Stomach Bitters, which effects a change both natural and thorough in the bowels when they are constipated. A sufficient and regular accretion of bile by the liver and sound digestion are also promoted by its use. Malaria in all its forms, rhenmatism and kidney trouble are obviated by this fine reformer of disorordered conditions of the system. A wineglassful three times a day is about the dose. ‘ The Tied, White, and Blue.” The music and the words of the song “Red, White, and Blue” originated in Great Britian, and the words were but slightly altered in the attempt to adapt it to the United States. During the Crimean war the song was sung in the theaters, music halls, and on the streets all over the British empire, wherever the red, white, and blue flag was flying, whether in Europe, Asia, Africa, America, or Australia. Desperation. Wild-Eyed Man—l want some soothing sirup, quick. Druggist —What sized bottle? Wild-Eyed Man—Bottle! I want a keg! It’s twins!-—New York Weekly. A. M. PRIEST, Druggist, Shelbyville, Ind., sevs: “Hell's Catarrh Cure give the best of satisfaction. Can get plenty of testimonials, as it cures every one who takes it" Druggists sell it, 75c. , Not Interested In the Victim. Crummer—l see that a woman was killed in the crush at a bargain counter yesterday. . Mrs. Crummer—Dear me ! What bargains were for sale?—Puck. N. K. Brown’s Essence Jamaica Ginger is pure, strong and reliable. None better made. 26 cts. Don’t be a calm. If you've got to bo anything of the kind be a mud turtle. Then you may have some snap to you. a-a.

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TALMAGE'S SERMON. HOW CHRIST PURCHASED OUR DELIVERANCE. Dr. Talmage Delivers an Interesting Discourse on Paul's Bold Challenge, “Who Is He That Condemneihf’-Chriat Our Intercessor at the Throne of God. A Sublime Sacrifice. Rev. Dr. Talmage last Sunday chose for his subject "A Bold Challenge,” the text being Romans vlll. 84: “Who iff he that condemeth? It is Christ that died, you, rather that is risen ugain, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.” “This is the last sermon I shall ever preach,” said Christmas Evans on the 13th of June, 1838. Three days afterward he expired. Ido not know what his text was, but I know that no man could choose a better theme —though he knew it was the last sermon he should ever preach—than the subject found in this text. Paul flung this challenge of the text to the feet of all ecclesiastical and civil authority. Ho feared neither swords nor lions, earth nor hell. Diocletian slew uncounted thousands under his administration, and the world has been full of persecution; but all the persecutors of the world could not affright Paul. Was it because he was physically strong? Oh, no. I suppose he was very much weakened by exposure and maltreatment. Was it because he was lacking in sensitiveness? No; you find the most delicate shades of feeling playing in and out his letters and sermons. Some of his communications burst into tears. What was it that lifted Paul in this triumphant mood? The thought’ of aSaviaur dead, a Savious risen, a Saviour exalted, a Saviour Interceding. Sublime Sacrifice. All the world has sung the praise of Princess Alice. One child having died of a contagious disease—she was in the room where another was dying, and the court physician said to her, “You must not breath the breath of this child or you yourself will, die.” But seeing the child mourning because of the death of her brother the mother stooped down and in sympathy kissed the little.one, caught the disease and perished. All the world sang tho heroism and the self sacrifice of Princess Alice, but I have to toll you that when our race was dying the Lord Jesus stooped down and gave us the kiss of His everlasting love and perished that we might live. “It is Christ that died.” Can you tell mo how tender hearted Paul could find anything to rejoice at in the horrible death scene of Calvary? We weep at funerals; we are sympathetic when we see a stranger die; when a murderer steps upon the scaffold we pray for his departing spirit, and how could Paul—the great hearted Paul—find anything to be pleased with at the funeral of a God? Besides that, Christ had only recently died, and the sorrow was fresh in the memory of the world, and how in the fresh memory of a Saviour's death could Paul bo exultant? It was because Paul saw in that death his own deliverance, and the deliverance of a race from still worse disaster. He saw the gap into which the race must plunge, and he saw the bleeding hands of Christ close it. The glittering steel on the top of the executioner’s spear in his sight kindled into a torch to light men heavenward. The persecutors saw over the cross five words written in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin; but Paul saw over the cross of Christ only one word—“expiation!” He heard in the dying groan of Christ his own groan of eternal torture taken by another. Paul said to himself, “Had it not been that Christ volunteered in my behalf, those would have been my mauled hands and feet, my gashed side, my crimson temples.” The Burden of Christ. Men of great physical endurance have sometimes carried very hpavy burdens—3oo pounds, 400 pounds—and they have still said, “My strength is not yet tested. Put on more weight.” But after awhile they were compelled to cry out: “Stop. I can carry no more.” But the burden of Christ was illimitable. First, there was His own burden of hunger and thirst and bereavement and a thousand outrages that have been heaped upon Him, and on top of that burden were the sorrows of His poor old mother, and on the top of those burdens the crimes of the ruffians who were executing Him. “Stop!” you cby. “It is enough. Christ can bear no more.” And Christ says, “Roll on more burdens. Roll on mo the sins of this entire nation, and after that roll on mo the sins of the inhabited earth, and then roll on me the sins of the 4,000 years past, so far as those sins have been forgiven.” And the angels of God, seeing the awful pressure, cry: “Stop! He can bear no more.” And the blood rushing to the ‘ nostril and lips seem to cry out: “Enough! He can enduro no more.” But Christ says, “Roll on a greater burden—roll on tho-sins of the next 1,900 years, roll on me the sins of all the succeeding ages; roll on me the agonies of hell, ages on ages, tho furnaces and the prison houses and the tortures.” That is what the Bible means when it says, “He bore our sins and carried our sorrows. ” ’» “Now,” says Paul, “I am free. That Buffering purchased my deliverano. God never collects a debt twice. I have a receipt in full. If God is satisfied with me, then what do all the threats of earth and hell amount to? Bring on all your witnesses,” says Paul. “Showall your force. Do your worst against my soul. I defy you. I dare you. I challenge you. ' Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died.” Oh, what a strong argument that puts in the hand of every Christian man! Some day all the past sins of his life come down on him in, a fiery troop, and they pound away at the gate of his soul, and they say: “We have come for your arrest. Any one of us could overcome you. We are 10,000 strong. Surrender!” And you open tho door and single handed alone you contend against that troop. You fling t his divine weapon into their midst. You scatter those sins as quick as you can think it. “It is Christ that died.” Why then bring up to us the sins of our past life? What have wo to do with those obsolete things? You know how hard it is for a -wrecker to bring up anything that is lost near the shore of the sea, but suppose something bo lost half way between Liverpool and New York. It cannot bo found, it cannot be fetched up. “Now,” says God, “your sins I have cast into the depths of the sea.” Mid-Atlantic! All the machinery ever fashioned in foundries of darkness, and launched from the doors of eternal death, working for 10,000 years, cannot bring up one of our sins forgiven and forgotten and sunken into the depths of the sea. When a sin is pardoned, it is gone—it is gone out of the memory, iPfs gone out of existence. “Their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.” The Tragedy that Save*. From other tragedies mon have come away exhausted and nervous and sleepless; but there is one tragedy that •- •

soothes and calms and saves. Calvary was the stage on which it wasenoctfid, the curtain of the night falling at midnoon was the drop scene, the thunder of tailing rocks the orchestra, angels In the galleries and devils in the pit the spectators, tho tragedy a crucifixion. “It is Christ that aied.” Oh, triumphant thought! If you go through the picture galleries of Versailles, you will find a great change there. I said to a friend who had been through those galleries, “Are they as they were before the French war?”and I was told that there was a great change there; that all that multitude of pictures which represented Napoleonic triumphs had been , taken away, and in tho frames were , other pictures representative of Germanic success anil victory. Oh, that all the scenes of satanic triumph in our world might bo blotted out, and tho whole world might be a picture gallery representing the triumphant Jesus! Down with the monarchy of transgression! Up with the monarchy of our king! Hail! Jesus, hail! But I must give you the second cause of Paul's exhilaration. If Christ had staid in that grave, we never would have gotten out of it. The grave would have been dark and dismal as tho conciorgerio during the reign of terror, whore the carts came up only to take the victims out to tho scaffold. I do not wonder that tho ancients tried by embalmment of the body to resist the dissolution of death. The grave is the darkest, deepest, ghastliest chasm that was ever opened if there be no light from the resurrectioh throne, streaming into it, but Christ staid in the tomb all Friday night and all Saturday, all Saturday night and a part of Sunday morniqg. He staid so long in the tomb that He might fit it for us when we go there. He tarried two whole nights in the ! grave, so that He saw how important it Whs to have plenty of light, arid He "has flooded it with His own glory. It is early Sunday morning, and we start up to find the grave es Christ. We find the morning sup gilding the dew, and the shrubs are sweet as the foot crushes them. What a beautiful' place to be buried in! Wonder they did not treat Christ as well when He was alive as they do now that He is dead. Give the military salute to the soldiers who stand guarding the dead. But, hark to the crash! an earthquake! The soldiers fall back as though they were dead, and the stone at the door of Christ's tomb spins down the hill, flung by the arm of an angel. Come forth, O Jesus! from the darkness into the sunlight. Come forth and breathe the perfume of .Joseph’s garden. Christ comes forth radiant, and as He steps out of the excavation of the rock I look down into the excavation and in the distance I see others coming hand in hand and troop after troop, and 1 find it is a long procession of the precious dead. Among them are our own loved ones—father, mother, brother, sister, companion, children, coming up out of the excavation of the rock until the last one has stepped out into the light, and lam bewildered, and I cannot understand the scene until I see Christ wave His hand over the advancing procession from the rock, and hear hbn cry, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believeth in me, though -he were dead, yet shall he live.” And then I notice that the long dirge of the world's woe suddenly stops at the archangelic shout of “Come forth!” Results of the Resurrection. Oh, my friends, if Christ had not broken out of the grave you and I would never come out of it! It would have been another case of Charlotte Corday attempting to slay a tyrant, herself slain. It would have been another case of John Brown attempting to free the slaves, himself hung. It would have been death and Christ in a grapple and death the victor. The black flag would have floated on all the graves and mausoleums of the dead, and hell would have conquered the forces of Heaven and captured the ramparts of God, and satan would have come to coronation in the palaces of Heaven, and it would have been devils on the throne and sons of God in the dungeon. No! no! no! When that stone was rolled from the door of Christ's grave, it was hurled with such a force that it crashed in all tho grave doorsof Christendom, and now the tomb is only a bower where God's children take a siesta, an afternoon nap. to wake up in mighty invigoration. “Christis risen.” Hang that lamp among all the tombs of my dead. Hang it over my own resting place. Christ's suffering is ended; His work is done. The darkest Friday afternoon of the world's history becomes the brightest Sunday morning of resurrection joy. The Good Friday of bitter memories becomes the Easter of glorious transformation and resurrection. Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord. Behola the place. Ho is not here. The tomb is all unbarred. The gates of death were closed in vain. The Lord is risen—He lives again. I give you the third cause of Paul's exhilaration. We honor the right hand more than we do the left. If in accident or battle we must lose one hand, let it be the left. The left hand being nearer the heart, we may not do much of the violent work of life with that hand without physical danger,but he who has the right arm In full play has the mightiest of all earthly weapons. In all ages and in all languages the right hand is the symbol of strength and power and honor. Hiram sat at the right hand of Solomon. Then we have the term, “He is a right hand man.” Lafayette was Washington's right hand; Marshal Ney was Napoleon’s right hand, and now you have the meaning of Paul when he speaks of Christ, who is at tho right hand of God. Ths Hero of the Universe. That means He is the first gutot of Heaven. He has a right to sit there. The hero of the universe! Count His wounds; two in the feet, two in the hands, one in the side—five wounds. Oh, you have counted wrong. These are not half the wounds. Look at the severer wounds in tho temples: each thorn an excrutiation. If a hero comes back from battle, and he takes off his hat or rolls up his sleeve and shows you the sear of a wound gotten at Ball's Bluff or at South Mountain, you stand in admiration at his heroism and patriotism, but if Christ should make conspicuous tho five wounds gotten on Calvary -that Waterloo of all the ages—he would display only a small part of his 'Tvounds. Wounded all over, lot him sit at the right hand of God. Ho has a right to sit there. In the grand review, avhen the redeemed ;>ass by in cohorts of splendor, they will look at. Him and shout, “Victory.” Tho oldest inhabitant of Heaven never saw a grander day than the one when Christ took His place on the right hand of God. Hosannr I With lips of clay I may not appropriately utter it, but let tho martyrs under the altar throw the cry to tho elders before the throne, and they can toss it to the choir on the seaof glass until all Heaven shall lift it—some on 'point of scepter, and some on string of harp,and some on the tip of tho green branches. Hosanna! Hosanna! • A fourth cause of Paul’s exhilaration: After a clergyman had preached

a sermon In regard to tho glories of Heaven, and the, splendor of the scene an aged woman said, “If all that is to go on in Heaven, I don’t know what will become of my poorhoad.” Oh,’my friends, there will oe so many things going on in Heaven 1 have sometimes wondered if the Lord would not forget you and mo! Paul in PMnon. Perhaps Paul said sometimes: “I wonder God does not forget mo down here in Antioch, and in the prison, and in the shipwreck. There are so many sailors, so many wayfarers, so many prisoners, so many heartbroken men,’’ says Paul, “perhaps God may forget me. And then lam so vile a sinner. How I whipped those Christians! With what vengeance I mounted that cavalry horse and dashed up to Damascus! Oh! it will take a mighty attorney to plead my cause and get me free.” But just at that mpment there came in upon Paul's soul something mightier than the surges that dashed his ship into Melita, swifter than the horse he rode to Damascus. It was the swift and overwhelming thought of Christ's intercession. My friends, wo must have an advocate. A poor lawyer is worse than no lawyer at all. We must have one who is able successfully to present our cause before God. Where is he? Who is he? There is only one advocate in all the universe that can plead our cause in the last judgment, that can plead our cause before God in the great tribunal. Sometimes in earthly courts attorneys have specialties and one man succeeds better in patent cases, another in insurance cases, another in criminal cases, another inland cases, another in will cases, and his success generally depends upon his sticking .to that specialty.. I have to tell you that ; Christ can flo many things, but it seems . to me that His specialty -is to take thebad case of tho sinner and plead it before God until He gets eternal acquittal. Oh! we must have Him for our advocate. But, what plea can He make? Some- , times an attorney in court will plead ; the innocence of the prisoner. That I would bo inappropriate for us; we are ; all guilty! guilty! Unclean, unclean! j Christ, our advocate, will not plead our innocence. Sometimes the attorney in court tries to prove an alibi. He ! says: “This prisoner was not at the ! scene. He was in some other place at , the time.” Such a plea will not do in I our case. The Lord found us in all our I sins and in the very place of our i(j---i iquity. It is impossible to prove an I alibi. Sometimes an attorney will I plead the insanity of the prisoner i and say he is irresponsible on that acI count. That plea will never do in our i case. We sinned against light, against I knowledge, against the dictates of our i own consciences; we knew what we I were doing. What then shall the plea ■ be? Christ’s Martyrdom. The plea for our eternal deliverance will be Christ's own martyrdom. He ' will say: “Look at all these wounds. By all these sufferings I demand the rescue of this man from sin and death and hell. Constaole knock off the shackles—let the prisoner go free.” | “Who is he that condemneth? It is I Christ that died. yea. rather that is I risen again, who is even at the right I hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.” But why all this gladness on the faces of these sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty? I know what you are thinking of. A Saviour dead; a Saviour risen; a Saviour exalted; a Saviour interceding. "What,” say you, “is this all for me?” ' All! all! Never • let me hear you complaining about anything again. With your pardoned sin behind you, and a successful Christ pleading above you, and a glorious Heaven before you, how can you be despondent about anything? “But,” says some man in the auditrue for those who are inside the kingdom, but how about those of us who are outside?” Then I say. come into the kingdom, come out of the prison house into the glorious sunlight of God's i mercy and pardon and come now. I It was in the last days of the reign iof terror, the year 1793. Hundreds and thousands had perished under the French guillotine. France groaned with the tyrannies of Robespierre and j the Jacobin Clifb. The last group of ; sufferers had had their locks shorn by I Monchotte, the prison barber, so that i the neck might be bare to the keen : knife of the guillotine. The carts camo up to the prison, the : poor wretches were placed in the carts T and driven off to the scaffold. But i while they were going toward the scafI fold there was an outcry in the street, and then the shock of firearms, and then the cry: “Robespierre has fallen! Down with the Jacobins! Let France be free!” But the armed soldiers rode in upon these rescuers, so that the poor wretches in the carts were taken on to the scaffold and horribly died. But that very night these monsters of persecution were seized, and Robespierre perished under the very guillotine that he had reared for others,all France clapping their hands with joy as his head rolled into the executioner's basket. Then the axes of the excited populace were heard pounding against the gates of the prison, and the poor prisoners walked out free. My friends, sin is the worst of all Robespierres. It is the tyrant of tyrants. It has built a prison house for our soul. It plots our death. It has shorn us for the sacrifice; but blessed be God, this morning we'hear the axes of God's gracious deliverance pounding against the door of our prison. : Deliverance has come. Light breaks through all the wards of the prison. Revolution! Revolution! “Where sin abounded grace does much more ' abound, that whereas sin reigned unto j death even so grace may reign unto I eternal life through Jesus Christ our ! Lord.” Glorious truth! A Saviour ! dead; a Saviour risen; a Saviour exalted; a Saviour interceding! Preparing Potato Sets. I Though the potato is not hardy, its early ripening, as also a more vigorous growth and larger yield, may be promoted by proper management of the tubers planted for seed. They should for two or three weeks before i planting bo cut and left exposed to ; light and air, so that the buds will start a bright or rather dark green, and the superfluous moisture will dry outof the sets. These, if dry enough, ' may then bo planted in quite moist | soil without danger of being rotted. I The dried sets swell as they absorb I moisture, pausing the soil to closely ! press around the roots as they start i out, and thus enable them to get a good hold. Potatoes treated thus are | earlier and every way better than , those planted haphazard in the usual j way ' “ ■ ■ A correspondent writes to ask us ■if wool is a sure investment. No, it is not. The Southern people had millions Invested in wool, and they lost every scent of it. When< ian Is indifferent to good looks, it Ye a sign that he hasn’t

HEN HALLUCINATIONS. ' ‘ j I thicken* Who Die Cackling About the Eggs I They Do Not I.ay. Queer things come into newspaper < offices both on legs and on paper,says ] the Cleveland Leader. The appended < disquisition is offered as a sample of j the latter. It came from an occa- j sion contributor who has more than ; once proved that he has a remarkably ' keen eve for eccentricities in the ani- , mal kingdom. His latest contribution to natural science, which he . calls “Chicken Hallucinations,” Isas , follows: ‘■A very peculiar phase of chicken mental phenomena was shewn me to- ' dav- I visited by request some farms ' east of Ashland, Ohio, and on approach ng the farm barnyard and poultry house heard a chorus ot chickens cackling that was composed of both hens and roosters, cackling as if they had laid double-yelk eggsapie-e, j hut many had been cackling so long . that they were voicing a dying cackle, : and many had died in the continuous effort to cackle externally, and their ghosts seem to ca kle, for they were stiff in death and in a cackling attitude. It seems to be a disease that is peculiar to chickens and very contagious. They cackle violently all day and goto roost at night stiil cackling, and then cafkle all night | long, and so continue the next day as long as they arc able to make a noise, and their last cackling is so sepulchral and so modulated by weakness and; death that the dead" ones make a re- j frain that will never leave my ears. They live from twenty-four to thirtysix hours, a-cording to the strength | 'of the cfrrcken ami the violcnce of Its : pcstatic emotions. They appear to I -die in an old-fashioned lampmeeting ‘trance and I expect to seetheseeming- • Jy dead ones come to 1 fe and cackle j what they had seen and felt in their trance, but I left before they came out of the. r hynotic state, it it was not i death. Their combs became ex- | tremely red, as those of laying hens always do. They never seem to sing; ■ it is always a cackle, an overpower- | ing hallucination, acting as if they i had jusj laid an egg: and like old j hunters and old soldiers and all lovefeast sisters, they never tire of tell- I ing what thev have done and seen, j They seem t» want to die a-shonting j and a cackling about the egg they j have never laid. “This is correct—no exaggeration: 1 one farmer has lost of a large flock , about half. Unruly Members. A«recent life of I’eter Stuyvesant de-cribes some of the social phases of I New York at the time when it was New Amsterdam. A rigid dignity of ; behavior was enjoined upon the I citizens, and enforced by a multiplic- ; ity of tines. The magistrates were treated with great respect by the people, and were j generally addressed as "Most worshipful lords.” They evidently had no official titles, and when Stuyvesant; addressed them he adopted that form . which best suited his humor. In announcing a fast dav, he directed his letter to “The Most Worshipful, Most Prudent and very Discreet, their High Mightinesses, the Burgomasters and Schepens of Nieuw Amsterdam.” But when a quarrel had arisen on the propriety of a game called "Riding the Goose,” he addressed his angry reproofs to ••The Small Bench of Justices.” It was dangerous in those, days to indulge in idle words. One Pieter Pietersen Smit called .loghem Beeckman a “black pudding beast ” Both were lined as slanderers. Solomonla Chair, having lost his temper and been fined for ail epithet applied to the fire inspectors, paid the fine, but with the contemptuous remark. “Is it to have a little cock booted and spurred that 1 am to give it?” This remark was reported, and the court imposed an additional line of j twelve guilders on the ground that “it is not seemly that man should . mock and scoff at persons appointed ’ to any office.” The house of Piefertje Jans was; sold on an execution for. debt, and , she declared in public to the officers j of the court: “Ye despoilers! Ye bloodsuckers! Ye have not sold, but given away my house!” The officers declared that such words were “a sting ‘That cannot be endured,” and Pietertje) was brought before the magistrate and forbidden ; • to indulge in such blasphemies in I the future, or by neglect the judge , shall hereafter provide for it” — I Youth’s Companion. Heart, or Liver? Martin F. Tupper was at onetime , immensely popular, both in England and America. Grace Greenwood says j' of his poetry that it was a ‘'brief i though furious fashion,” and she goes on to illustrate his British inability to take an American joke by a story of his mystification by Senator “Tom” Corwin. One evening the two sat together I at a public dinner, and Mr. Corwin , proceeded to discourse on the divine ! art of poetry, in a manner delightfully absurd but rather puzzlimr to a , poet. “Why, Mr. Tupper.” he asked, “do , you poets always make the heart the ‘ seat of love? Now I should locate ; that passion iu quite another organ— i the liver!” "Why, bless my soul, Nir. Corwin, you're not speaking seriously!” I “Perfectly, my dear sir! Fqj example, when a voung man is in love, j his tjeart is seldom affected but his I liver always is. lie loses his appe- ■ tite: if there are obstacles, he peaks ■ and pines. You surely have observed it! Now you pools ought to let the | > heart alone, and deal with the liver. ■ I would even "have changes made in i the old poems, in ’accordance with } physiological truth.” “BtlL my dear sir. what about the i rhyme and the rhythm?’’ “Oh, those little things could be (.arranged. . For instance, take the I first two lines of Byron’s Maid., of , I Athens: Maid of Athens, erowe part Give, oh give iu© back my heart! ; Now how simple the 1 change and ’ i bow satisfactory; Maid of Athens, ere we sever. Give, oh give me back my liver Somehow people feel sorrier for a 1 bride whose husband has a long beard, i than for one whose husband has a i l imooth face.

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