Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 25, Decatur, Adams County, 8 September 1893 — Page 3

Lost Through Hl* Lo»* for Fun. In one of the old castlen of northern Sn<lend visitors are shown two rooms which are connected with each other by a singular mechanism. Each room Is adjoined by an alcove, used as a sleeping apartment, and the floors of the adjoining alcoves turn on a pivot in the center of the partition wall. Thia ingenious device was the invention of one of the ancestors of tho present proprietor, who was somewhat of a wag ana found groat pleasure in frightening and mystifying his guests. When one had gone to bed in the green room and the other in tho blue the floors wore turned on their pivots, and on awakening the visitor found himself in strange quarters, with clothes that were not his own. It is said that this fun-loving lord lost a rich inheritance by thus disturbing the restful moments of a wealthy aunt, who never forgave the trick her nephew played upon her. —Post-Dispatch. Made Miserable for Life. This yon may easily bo if you fall to remedy the Indlseatlon and non-aaelmllatlon of ths f6od, which are the attendants and originators of nervouanesa, that ever present ailment which no narcotic, mineral sedative or nervine can ever de more than temporarily relieve. Os course these remedies have no effect upon the organs of digestion and assimilation, except to disorder ana enfeeble them, thus aggravating the original difficulty. Among the most alarming and dangerous symptoms of ohronio nervousness la insomnia, which la the professional term for inability to sleep. Where this exists there Is always a tendency to mental overthrow, paresis and eventnal Insanity. Begin at the fountain head of all this difficulty with Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters and avert evil consequences. No sooner does the stomach resume Its tone, and the system gain In vigor through the aid of this benign tonic, than sleep returns and the nerves grow tranquil. Chills and fever, rheumatism, biliousness and oonstlpatibn yield to the Bitterr. Cibber' Was Cool. Colley Cibber was playing cards one night. As tho game went on he did not follow suit, whereupon a testy old general cried out: “What, have you not a spade, Mr. Cibber?” The poetlaureate, nothing abashed, looked at his cards and answered: “Oh, yes, a thousand,” a reply which drew forth a very short and peevish comment from the general. Colley, who was a very coo) customer, and was, besides, “shockingly addicted to swearing,” as tho narrative says, retorted with “Don’t be angry, General, for, damme, I can play ten times worse if I like.” Unreasonable. Old Hyson (angrily) —See here! I would like to know what you intend to make of yourself? Your college principal says he doesn't know of anything that you would be likely to make a success of. Young Hyson—Well, you don’t expect me to answer a question a college professor can't answer, do you?—Puck.

E. B. WALTHALL A Co., Dmggista, Horse Car., Ky., say: “Hall's Catarrh Cure cures every one that takes it." Bold by Druggists, 75c. A Peculiarity of Georgia Lightning. Lightning is playing some queer freaks in Georgia these summer days. Recently, in Thomas County, a gentleman, holding a baby in his arms, took refuge under a pine tree during a thunder storm. Lightning struck the tree, severely shocked the man, but left the baby unharmed, and the latter continued to clap its hands, evidently enjoying the vivid flashes that illuminated the storm.—Atlanta Constitution. LOW RATE HARVEST EXCURSIONS te lowa. Minnesota. Kansas, Nebraska. Colorado. Wyoming, Utah. North and South Dakota. Manitoba, Tennessee. Mississippi. Alabama. Louisiana. Arkansas. Indian Territory. Oklahoma Texas, and Arizonia. will leave from all stations of the Wabash Railpoad on Ootober 10th. at very low rates. Tiokets good returning twenty days from date of sale. For particulars apply to the nearest agent of the Wabash Ballroad. \ -—-. Value of Farming Lands. The value of farming land in this country is greatest in New Jersey. In 1888 it averaged: New Jersey, $65; Massachusetts, SSO; Ohio, $46; New York, $44; Vermont, $36; Maryland,s32; ■Wisconsin, $23, and in soiho Western States less than $5 per acre. This May Interest You. Students, Teachers (male or female), Clergymen and others in need of change of employment, should not fail to write to B. F, Johnson & Co.. Richmond, Va. Their great success shows that they nave got the true ideas about making money. They can ■how you how to employ odd hours profitably. The law handles pugilists without gloves when they fight that way.

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TALMAGE’S SEBMON. A DISCOURSE ON THE COMMONPLACES OF LIFE. Everyday Religion I* the True Teat of Piety—God Doe* Not Overlook the Little Thing* —We Should Be Thankful for Small Things. The Tabernale Pulpit. Rev. T. De Witt Talmage in selecting a topic for last Sunday chose one of practical value to all classes—viz, "Week day Religion.” The text is from Proverbs ill, 0, "In all thy ways acknowledge Him.” There has been a tendency in all lands and ages to set apart certain days, places and occasions for especial religious service, and to think that they formed the realm in which religion Was chiefly to act. Now, while holy days and holy places have their use, they can never boa substitute for continuous exercise of faith and prayer. In other words, a man cannot bo so good a Christian on Sabbath that ho can afford to be a worldling all the week. If a steamer start for Southampton and sail one day in that direction and the other jpx days sail in <Ahcr directions,how long before the steamer will get to Southampton? Just as soon as a man will got to Heaven who sails on the Sabbath day toward that which is good, and tho other six days of tho week sails toward the world, the flesh and the devil. You cannot eat so much at the Sabbath banquet that you can afford religious abstinence all the rest of the week. Genuine religion is not spasmodic, does not go by fits and starts, is not an attack of chills and fever—now cold until your teeth chatter, now hot until vour bones ache. Genuine religion marches on steadily, up steep hills and along dangerous declivities, its eye ever on the everlasting hills crowned with the castles of the blessed. I propose, so far as God may help me, to show you how we may bring our religion into ordinary life and practice it in common things—yesterday, to-day, to-morrow. Religion tn Common Things. And, in the first place, I remark, wo ought to bring religion into our ordinary conversation. A dam breaks and two or three villages are submerged; a South American earthquake swallows a city, and people began to talk about the uncertainty of human life, and in that conversation think they are engaging in religious service, when there may bo no religion at all. I have noticed that in proportion as Christian experience is shallow men talk about funerals and deathbeds and hearses and tombstones and epitaphs. If a man have the religion of tho gospel in its full power in his soul, ho will talk chiefly about this world and the eternal world and very little comparatively about the insignificant pass between this and that. Yet how seldom it is that tho religion of Christ is a welcome themo? If a man full of the gospel of Christ goes into a religious circle and begins to talk about sacred things, all the conversation is hushed and things become exceeding awkward. As on a summer day, the forests full of song and chirp and carol, mighty chorus of bird harmonies, every branch an orchestra, if a hawk appears in the sky, all the voices are hushed. So I have sometimes seen a social circle that professed to be Christian silenced by the appearance of the great theme of God and religion. Now, my friends, if we have the religion of Christ in our soul, we will talk about it in an exhilerant mood. It is more refreshing than the waters, it is brighter than the sunshine, it gives a man joy here and prepares him for everlasting happiness before the throne of God. And yet, if the theme of religion bo introduced into a circle, everything is silenced—silenced unless perhaps an aged Christian man in the corner of the room, feeling that something ought to be said, puts one foot over the other and sighs heavily and says, “Oh, yes; that's so!” My friends, the religion of Jesus Christ is not something to be groaned about, but something to talk about and sing about, your face irradiated. The trouble is that men professing the faith of the gospel are often so inconsistent that they are afraid their conversation will not harmonize with their life. We cannot talk the gospel unless we live the gospel. You will often find a man whose entire life is full of inconsistencies filling his conversation with such expressions as “we are miserable sinners,” “the Lord help us,” “the. Lord bless you,” interlarding their conversation with such phrases, which are mere canting, and canting is the worst kind of hypocrisy.. If a man have the grace of God in his heart dominant, he caii, talk religion, and it will seem natural, and men instead of being repulsed by it will be attracted by it. Do you not know that when two Christian people talk as they ought about the things of Christ and Heaven, God gives special attention, and He writes it all down. Malachi iii, 16, “Then they that feared the Lord talked one to tho other, and the Lord hearkened and heard, ana a book of remembrance was written.” But, I remark again, we ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into our ordinary employments. “Oh,” you say, “that’s a very good theory for a man who manages a large business, who hasgreattraffic, who holds a great estate. It is a grand thing for bankers and for shippers, but in my thread and needle store, in my trimming estab" lishment, in my insignificant work of life, you cannot apply those grand gospel principles. ” Who told you that? Do you not know that a faded leaf on a brook’s surface attracts God’s attention as certainly as the path of a blazing sun, and that the moss that creeps up the side of the rock attracts God’s attention as certainly as the waving tops of Oregon pine and Lebanon cedar, and that the crackling of an alder under a cow’s hoof sounds as loudly in God's ear as the snap of a world’s conflagration, and that the most insignificant thing in your life is of enough importance to attract the attention of the Lord God Almighty. My brother, you cannot be called to do anything so insignificant but God will help you in it. If vow are a fisherman, Christ will stand by you as he did by Simon when he dragged Gennesaret. Are you a drawer of water? He will be with you at the well curb when talking with the Samaritan woman. Are you a, custom house officer? Christ will call you as he did Matthew at the receipt of custom. The man who has Only a day’s wages in his pocket as certainly needs religion as he who rattles the keys of a bank and could abscond with a hundred thousand hard dollars. And yet there aro mon who profess the •eligion of Jesus Christ who do not bring the religion of the gospel into their ordinary occupations and employments. There are ip the churches of this day men who seem very devout on the Sabbath who life far from that during the week. A country merchant arrives in this city, and he goes into a store to buy goods of a man who professes ueligion, but has ncfgrace in his heart. The country merchant ib swindled. He is tob exhausted to go homo that, week; he tarries in town. On

Sabbath he goes to some church for consolation, and what is his amazement to find that the man who carries around the poor box is tho very man who swindled him. But never mind—the deacon has his black coat on now and looks solemn and goes home talking about that blessed sermon! Christians on Sunday. Worldlings during the week. That man doos not realize that God knows evory dishonest dollar he has in his pocket. tnatGod is looking right through the iron wall of his money safe, and that the day of judgment is coming, and that "as the partridge sitteth on eggs and hatchoth them not, so he that gotteth riches and not by right shall leave them in the midst of his days and at his end shall be a fool. But how many there are who do not bring the religion of Christ into their everyday occupation! They think religion is for Sundays. Suppose you were to go out to fight for your country in some great contest, would you go to do tho battling at Troy or at Springfield? No, you would go there to get your swords and muskets. Then you would go out in tho face of tho enemy and contend for your country. Now, I take the Sabbath day and the church to bo only tho armory where we aro to get equipped for the groat battle of lite, and that battlefield is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. “Antioch” and “St. Martin’s” and “Old Hundred” aro not worth much if wo do not sing all tho week. A sermon is of little account if wo cahnot carry it behind the counter and behind the plow. Tho Sabbath day is of no value if it last only twenty-four hours. “Oh,” says some one, “if I had a great sphere I would dothat: if I could have lived in the time of Martin Luther, if I could have been Paul’s traveling companion, if I had some great and resounding work to do—then I should put into application all that you say.” I must admit that the romance and knight errantry have gone out of life. There is but very little of it left in the I world. The temples of Rouen have been changed into smithies;The classic mansion at Ashland has been cut up into walking sticks; the muses have retreated before the emigrant’s ax and the trapper's gun, and a Vermonter might go over the Alletrhany and the Rocky Mountains and see neither an Oread nor a Sylph. The groves where tne gods used to dwell have been cut up for firewood, and the man who is looking for great spheres and great scenes for action will not find them. And yet there are Alps to scale, and tnere are Hellesponts to swim, god they aro in common life. It is absurd for you to say that you would serve God if you had a great sphere. If you do not serve Him on a small scale you would not on a large scale. If you cannot stand the bite of a midge," how could you endure the breath Os a basilisk? My friends, you need to take the religion of the Lord Jesus Christ into the ordinary trials of your life. You have your misfortunes; you have your anxieties; you have your vexations. “Oh,” you say, “they don't shape my character. Since I lost my child, since I have lost my property, I have been a very different man from what I was.” My brother, it is the little annoyances I of your life that are souring your disposition, clipping your moral character and making you less and less of a man. You go into an artist's studio. You see him making a piece of sculpture. You say, “Why don’t you strike harder?” With his mallet and his chisel he goes click, click, click, and you can hardly see from stroke to stroke that there is any impression made upon the stone, and yet the work is going on. You say, “Why don’t you strike harder?” “Oh,” he replies, “that would shatter the statue. I must make it in this way, stroke by stroke.” And he continues on by week and month until after awhile every man that enters the studio is fascinated. Well. I find God dealing with some man. He is shaping him for time and shaping him for eternity. I say. “O Lord, why not with one tremendous blow of calamity shape that man for the next world?” God says: That's not the way I deal with this man. It is stroke after stroke, annoyance after annoyance, irritation after irritation, and after awhile he will be done and a glad spectacle for angels and men.” Not by one great stroke, but bj' 10,000 little strokes of misfortune, are men fitted for Heaven. You know that large fortunes can soon be scattered by being paid out in small sums of money, and the largest estate of Christian character is sometimes entirely lost by these small depictions. We must bring the religion of Jesus Christ to help us in these little annoyances. Do not say that anything is too insignificant to affect' your character. Rats may sink a ship. Ono lucifer match may destroy a temple. A queen got her death by smelling of a poisoned rose. The scratch of a sixpenny nail may give you the lockjaw. Columbus, by asking for a piece of bread and a drink of water at a Franciscan convent, came to the discovery of a now world. And there is a great connection between trifles and immensities, between nothings and everythings. Do you not suppose that God cares for your insignificant sorrows? Why, my friends, there is nothing insignificant in your life. HOw dare you take the responsibility of saying that there is? Do you not know that tho whole universe is not ashamed to take care of one violet? Isay: “What are you doing down there in the grass, poor little violet? Nobody knows you are here. Are you not afraid nights? You will die with'thirst; nobody cares for you; you will suffer; you will perish.” “No,” says a star, “I’ll watch over it tonight.” “No,” says tho cloud, “I’ll give it drink.” “No,” says the sun, "I’ll warm it in my bosom.” And then the wind rises and comes bending down the grain and sounding the psalm through the forest,and 1 say, “Whither away, O wind,'on such swift wing?” and it answers, “I am going to cool the cheek of that violet.” And then I see pulleys at work in the sky, and the’ clouds are drawing water, and I say, “What are you doing there, O clouds?” They say, “We are drawing .water for that violet.” And then I look down into the grass, and I say, “Can it be that i God takes care of .» poor thing like you?” and tho answer comes up, “Yes, yes: God clothes the grass of the field, and he has never forgotten me, a poor violet.” Oh, my friends, if the heavens bend down to such insignificant ministry as that, I tell you God is willing to bend down to your case, since he is just as careful about the construe l tion of a spider's eye as he is in tho conformation of flaming galaxies. A Fable from Plato. Plato had a fable which I have now nearly forgotten, but it ran something like this: He said spirits of tho other world camo back to this world to find a body and find a sphere of work. Ono spirit camo .and took the body of a king and did his work. Another spirit camo and took tho body of a poet and did his work. After awhile Ulysses came, and he said: “Why, all the.flno bodies are taken, and all the grand work is taken. There is nothing loft for me.” And some one replied', “Ah ! the best one has been left for you.” Ulysses said, "What's that?” And tho reply was, “Tho body of a common man, doing a common work, and for a common reward.” A good fable for

the world and juat as good fable for th® church. But, I remark again, wo ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into our ordinary blessings. Evory autumn tho President of the United States and the Governors make proclamation, and we are called together in our churches to give thanks to God for His goodness. But every day ought to be a thanksgiving day. Wo take most of the blessings of life as a matter of course. We have had ten thousand blessings this morning for which we have not thanked God. Before night comes, we will have a thousand more blessings you will never think of mentioning before God, Wo mist see a blind man led along by his dog before we learn what a grand thing it is to have one's eyesight. We must see a man with St. Vitus’ dance before we loam what a grand thing it is to have the use of our physical energies. We must see some soldier crippled limping along on his crutch, oh nis empty coat sleeve pinned up, before we learn what a grand thing it is to have the use of all our physical faculties. In other words, We are so stupid that jothing but tho misfortunes of others can wake us up to an appreciation of our common blessings. We get on board of a train and start for Boston and come to Norwalk bridge, and the “draw” is off, and crash! goes tho train. Fifty lives flashed out. We escape. We come home in great excitement and call our friends around us, and they congratulate us, and we all kneel down and thank God for our escape while so many perished. But to-morrow morning you get on a train of cars for Boston. You cross that bridge at Norwalk. . You, cross all the other bridges. You get to Boston in safety. Then you return home. Not an accident, not an alarm. No thanks. In other words, you seem to be more grateful when 50 people lose their lives and you get off, than you are grateful to God when you all get off, and you have no alarm at all. Now you ought to be thankful when'you escape from accident, but more thankful when they all escape. In the one case your gratitude is somewhat selfish, in the other it is more like what it ought to be. Oh, these common mercies, these common blessings, how little we appre ciate them and how soon we forget them! Like the ox grazing, with the clover up to its eyes, like the bird picking the worm out of the furrow—never ■thinking to thank God, who makes the grass grow and who gives life to every living thing, from the animaculae in the sod to tho seraph on the throne. Thanksgiving on the 27th of November, in the autumn oi the year, but blessings hour by hour and day by day and no thanks at all. I compared our indifference to the brute, but perhaps I wronged the brute. I do not know but that among its other instincts it may have an instinct by which it recognized the Divine hand that feeds it. Ido not know but that God is through it holding communication with what we ea.ll “irrational creation.” The cow that stands under the willow bv the water course chewing her cud looks very thankful, and who can tell how much a bird means by its song? The aroma of the flowers smell like incense, and the mist arising from the river looks like the smoke of a morning sacrifice. Oh, that we were as responsive! If you were thirsty and asked me for a drink and I gave you this glass of water, vour common instinct would reply, “Thank you.” And yet how many cnalices of mercy we get hour by hour from the hand of the Lord, our Father and our King, and we do not even think to say “Thank you.” More just to men than wg are just to God. Who thinks of thanking God for the water gushing up in the well, foaming in the cascade, laughing over the rocks, pattering in the shower, clapping its hands in the sea? Who thinks to thank God for that? Who thinks to thank God for the air, the fountain of life, the bridge of sunbeams, the oath of sound, the great fan on a hot summer day? Who thinks to thank God for this wonderful physical organism, this sweep of vision, this chime of harmony struck into the ear, this crimson tide rolling through arteries and veins, this drumming of the heart on the march of immortality? I convict myself and I convict every one of you while I say these things—that we are unappreciative of the common mercies of life. And yet if they were withdrawn the heavens would withhold their rain, and the earth would crack open under our feet, and famine and desolation and sickness and woe would stalk, across the earth, and the whole earth would become a place of skulls. Oh, my friends, let us wake up to an appreciation of the common mercies of life! Let every day be a Sabbath, every meal a sacrament, every room a holy of holies. We all have burdens to bear. Let us cheerfully bear them. We all have battles to fight. Let us courageously fight them. If we want to do right, we must live right. You go home and attend to your little sphere of duties. I will go home and attend to my little sphere of duties. You cannot do my work; I cannot do your work. Negligence and indolence will win the hiss of everlasting scorn, while faithfulness will gather its garlands and wave its scepter and sit upon its throne long after earth has put on ashes and eternal ages have begun their march.

Unburdening His Mind. The 6-year-old son of a family living on 72nd street was informed the other morning that the rector was expected to call, in the afternoon. After luncheon the mother began to coach him in bis catechism, bis name, age, etc. “He will ask your name,” she said, “and you must tell him ‘Frankie Jones.’ Then he will ask your a.e, and you must say ‘Six years old in June.’ He will ask you who made you, and you must say ‘God:’ and then if he asks you wlrat He made you out of, you must say “Dirt.’ ” The rector came, and. sure enough, he asked the little fellow his name, whereupbn Frankie shouted: “Frankie Jones, six years old in June, God, dirt!” all in one breath. Mutual Relief. Two individuals are seated next to each other in thy gallery of a t heater. Both have been paid to attend; one to hiss the diva, and the other to applaud her with all his might. Both of them discharged their.obligation to the full extent of their powers, with the result that towards the middle of the performance, the hands of the one began to swell and Ure. other was quite out of breath. The hisser said C his unknown mate, “I tell you what, I’ll start now, and you can do the hissing. It. all conies to the same you know!”—Fliegende Blatter. Avoid the man who has just received a letter from a friend at the World’s Fair, he will want to read it to you.

Testimony of One Who Knew. Stranger—This is a beautiful part of the city. Property must be very high here. Citizen—No, sir, property isn’t worth anything along here. “Not worth anything! Why, every house in this row is a palace, and there's half a mile of them.’ “That doesn’t make any difference. They are owned by men that are suffering for the necessaries of life.” “I don't see any indications that the owners want to sell out.” "They’re too poor to be able even to buy ‘For Sale’ cards to put up in the windows.” “.Have you got any property along this row?” “Haven’t a foot of dirt within a mile of it.” “Then how do you know all this?” “I’m the—” (Interrupting)—“Why, Great Scott! I ought to have known it [at once. Shake! I'm myself when I’m gt home. Chicago Tribune. Don't Discard tho Suspenders. The stout man who wears a tight bolt around his wajst to give him an appearance of jauntinoss, as well as to do the suspender service, does not know what harm he is doing to himself. A, doctor told me yesterday that the wearing of a tight belt by a man, especially a stout man, is most injurious to health. It stops the circulation, and does not permit the digestive organs to .operate as they should. When asked why it should be so much more injurious for a man to wear anything tight around his waist than it is for a woman, who is laced up year in and year out,-the doctor said: “A man and woman can't be compared in that regard. A man uses entirely different muscles in breathing than a woman. He becomes accustomed to breathing from his abdomen, while a woman breathes almost entirely from her chest. Men lal better wear loose belts and provide some other substitute for suspenders. ’’—Pittsburgh Dispatch. Damas* “Plagiarism” on Wilde. An amusing mistake was recently made by a certain French critic who is usually accounted clever. A waggish Englishman, after the recent performance of Dumas’ “Denise” in London, wrote to a newspaper, gravely explaining that there were epigrams in “Denise” which were obviously parodied and sometimes lift ed from a play called “Lady Windermere's Fan.” “Who is this*Dumas.” the writer indignantly demanded, “that he should calmly take possession of somebody else’s phrases?” The Frenchman, strange to say, did not perceive the irony nor investigate the dates of production of the two plays. He was struck with amazement at British ignorance and proceeded to preach a severe sermon in the Debats on the subject. Vanilla and Tonka Beans. The genuine vanilla bean of commerce grows upon a vine of the orchid family, one of those we’rd sort of tropical air plants of which travelers give such interresting descriptions. It is quite an expensive article in the markets, and the coarse tonka bean, which is very inferior to it, is quite frequently substituted for it. So general is the adulteration of vanilla extract, that chemists who use it in flavoring almost always prepare their own from the genuine bean, although at a considerably greater expense. The best place to get the vanilla bean is at a large wholesale drug store, in the great cities, where such articles are usually retailed. An Idiot’s Memory. Great men are usually said to have great memories, but it does not follow that all who have great memories are great njen. An idiot in Ohio was a great curiosity many years ago. He knew the whole Bible by heart from beginning to end, and if any verse was read or repeated to him he could tell exactly in what book and chapter it was to be found, and its verse number in the chapter. He was considered a great marvel in this particular, but in every other he was a mental imbecile, and could not be trusted even to feed himself.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Customs as to Dining. The Spaniard, however courteous he may be, never invites a guest to dinner; in Italy, too, the privacy of the family is seldom invaded at the dinner hour: the Frenchman is delighted to entertain, but prefers to do it at his club, while the Englishman is never so genial as when seated at his own table with company surrounding hi®. Doubtful Compliment. A French physician has lately received the distinction of the cross of the Legion of Honor. The reason for the compliment is curiously stated thus by a Parisian medical journal: This decoration Dr. X, owes to the visit of the cholera to Paris. He lost fifty-six patients in that epidemic. The euchre player puts on a knave look when he plays the right bower. Ministers exchange pulpits sometimes, but they never pay any boot. A current remark—l must make some jelly this season.

I Don’t Blame the Cook | ® If a baking powder is not uniform in strength, ® 4s so that the same quantity will always do the same ® W work, no one can know how to use it, and uni- ® formlygood, light food cannot be produced with it. & ® All baking powders except Royal, because ® improperly compounded and made from inferior S W materials, lose their strength quickly when the can ® S' is opened for use. At subsequent bakings there « ® will be noticed a falling off in strength. The food @ is heavy, and the flour, eggs and butter wasted. It is always the case that the consumer suffers @ ® in pocket, if not in health, by accepting any sub- Jg stitute for the Royal Baking Powder. The Royal ® ® is the embodiment of all the excellence that it is ® ® to attain in an absolutely pure powder. ® (y It is always strictly reliable. It is not only more ® Ij) economical because of its greater strength, but ® O will retain its full leavening power, which no ® K other powder will, until used, and make more ( ) wholesome food. ®

Animal* and Earthquake*. Visiting Bellano after the earthquake we were taken by. our guide to a handsome palazzo belonging to one of the patrician families of the place. It was built in the Venetian style, with marble pillars and staircases, and a central hall from which the living rooms opened. The house still stood, although in a ruinous condition. Beneath one side of the hall ran a range of stables, tenanted by some fine horses, of which the owner was extremely fond. On the night before the earthquake these animals kept up a constant stamping and pawing, the noise echoing through the corridors. More than once the head groom and once the master himself went into the stables to see what might be amiss. The horses were in a strange and unaccountable state of agitation, but they could discover nothing else. In what wav the coming convulsion was conveyed to their senses, who can say? For these dumb beast evidently had a knowledge of it, denied to man.—T. O. Trollope’s Reminiscences. Continent* and Ocean*. Os all the sciences that of geology is perhaps the least advanced. This is due, not to a lack of students or earnest and persistent investigation, but to the restricted field of observation. Much of the study of. geology, therefore, is necessarily of a theological character. Frequently about the time these theories became accepted as facts they were over-turned, or apparently so, by some new discovery. Until a few years ago, for instance, ft was generally accepted by geologists that the continents and oceans of the earth occasionally changed places: that islands of the oceans were summits of submerged mountains or ranges of mountains. But recently, in view of certain discoveries, many students in geology have been compelled to change their” belief, and hold that the great continental masses anddeepoeean floors are permanent features of tho earth’s crust. ~ Effect of Music on Penn. Walter Savage Landor introduces Peterborough in conversation with William Penn, and makes him applaud Penn cynically, when the latter declares that there is something in a violin, if played discreetly, that appeareth to make "hot weather cool, and cold weather warm and temperate; not, however, when its chords have young maidens tied invisibly to the end of them, jerking them up and down in a strange fashion before one's eyes, and unless one taketh due caution, wafting their hair upon one's face and bosom, and their very breath, too, between one's lips, if peradventure one omitteth to. shut them bitterly and hold tight. —Musical Courier. Not Flattering. A certain young poet has achieved rather an unenviable reputation among his friends for his blunt candor that is forever betraying him into one of the things-one - would - have- preferred-to-say-differently. as Du Maurier puts it. On his last birthday he was given a charming dinner by his doting parents, at which he was bitterly disappointed by the regrets of several notables. Thus, when a society girl said to him at the close of the evening: "What a delightful time we have had!” he exclaimed from the fullness of his heart: “I'm glad it hasn’t seemed dull to you. We invited some awfully clever peoole, but not one of them came!” EXCURSIONS TO THE WEST. An exceptionally favorable opportunity for visiting the richest and most productive sections of the west and northwest will be afforded by the series of low rate harvest excursions which have been arranged by the J North-Western Line. Tickets for these ex- ! cursions will be sold on August 22d. Sepi tember!2th. and October 10th, 1893.r0 points in Northwestern lowa, Western Minnesota, North Dakota. South Dakota. Manitoba, Nebraska, Colorado. Wyoming, and Utah, and will be good for return passage within twenty days from date of sale. Stop-over privileges will be allowed on going trip in territory to which the tickets are sold. For further information, call on or address Ticket Agents of connecting lines. Circulars giving rates and detailed information will be mailed, free, upon application to W. A. Thrail.General Passenger and Ticket Agent, Chicago & North-Western-Riiilway.Chicago. Domestic Advertising. Mrs. George Ashton,s Victoria street, Westminister, takes this opportunity of thanking her numerous friends for their kind letters of sympathy on the dissolution of her marriage.—London Times. For weak and inflamed eyes use Dr. Isaac Thompson's Eye-water. It is a carefully prepared physician’s prescription. The Copious Kennebec. The people of Maine contend that the Kennebec pours into the sea a greater I volume of water than any other river on the Atlantic or Gulf Coast, from the St. John to the Mission.-. ... —New York Times. Who would be free from earthly Ills must buy a box of Beecham's Pills. 25 cents a box. Worth a guinea. It is the brave girl that passeth the ice-cream parlor and stoppeth not. Why so hoarse? Use Hatch's Universal Cough Syrup. All druggists, 26c, WirfcN Time deals the cards, the majority are sure to get the deuce.

‘August Flower” “ I am ready to testify under oatk that if it had not been for August Flower I should have died before this. Eight years ago I was taken sick, and suffered as no one but a dyspeptic can. I employed three of our best doctors and received a no benefit. They told me that I had ’ V heart, kidney, and liver trouble. Everything I ate distressed me so that I had to throw it up. August Flower cured me. There is no medicine equal to it.” Lorenzo F. Sleeper, Appleton, Maine. •

wIB* KNOWLEDGE Brings corhfort and improvement and tends to personal enjoyment when rightly used. The many, who live better than others and enjoy life more, with less expenditure, by more promptly adapting the world’s best products to the'needs of physical being, will attest the value to health of the pure, liquid laxative principles embraced in the remedy, Syrup of Figs. Its excellence is due to its presenting in the form most acceptable and pleasant to the taste, the refreshing and truly beneficial properties of a perfect laxative ; effectually cleansing the system, dispelling colds, headaches and fevers ana permanently curing constipation. It has given satisfaction to millions and met with the approval of the medical profession, because it acts on the Kidneys, Liver and Bowels without weakening them and it is perfectly free from every objectionable substance. Syrup of Figs is for sale by all druggists in 50c and 81 bottles, but it is manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co. only, whose name is printed on every package, also the name, Syrup of I igs, and being well informed, you will not accept any substitute if offered.

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