Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 38, Decatur, Adams County, 7 December 1894 — Page 8

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/*- CHAPTER Vl.-Contmoii, • “It is of no use waiting for Geraldine, ” quoth Cecil, calmly rising at last to go. “I expect she has bee n ordered back to bed. She is an excita' le little thing, and had no business to be up at this hour. As to her going with us, I /knew my grandmother would never hear of it.” * “Poor child, I hope I have not got her into a scrape,” replied Bellenden. But he had forgotten all about it when he came home at night, and Jerry needed not to have wasted a single moment on the oft-repeated query “What must he nave thought?” She had had a bad day, but it had borne some fruits, even such fruits as she could herself appreciate; for granny reflecting that the child had been less to blame than appeared, and that it had teen only natural that she should jump at a proposal so entirely in accordance, with her tastes, felt pitiful and compassionate, and set about speedily to consider wbat she should do to “make up” to her darling for the past. Then the bright idea occurred to her that Jerry should sit up to the late supper, should be exhorted to be very quiet and sedate, and told that she would thus prove to Capt. Bellenden in the most satisfactory manner, that she was emerging from the chryalis state, and was, in fact, upon the very 1 confines of butterfly hood. Jerry wiped her eyes, which had begun to brim afresh at the first words, when it cafne to this point. To sit up to the late supper would certainly be a great thing, next best if not quite as good as going out on the moor, and though, to be sure, the latter might have entailed the former, there was no absolute certainty that it would have done so. Had she been allowed to go with her cousin and his friend, it was quite possible that granny might have sent for her about midday, in which case she would assuredly have lost all chance of the evening treat, since she could hardly have faced her grandmother with two unwonted requests in one day. _ The point would then have been, which to chocfee between? But here was granny herself proposing the supper, and proposing it in the kindest manner, placing; as it were, the gentlest of fingers on a tender spot. “ Granny was sure, she said,that Capt. Bellenden had meant no harm: he had only been thoughtless; he had no little sisters of his own, and did not know about them. Granny was sorry she had spoken so strangely, and hoped no more would be thought about it. It had been quite right of Jerry not to go down again. And now she should not filled it to overflowing, presently. The Sigony of shame, vexation, and disappointment had left it sore and aching, <even when the first throes had passed; ibut now, as evening approached, hope •again lifted up its head. ■ She was to sit up late, and have her Iplace laid at table. She was to put on ’her longest, frock, aud be in the draw-jing-room by granny’s side when the ’gentlemen came in, and she need not jgive any explanation of her notreturndng to the breakfast table, as it would <be quite sufficient to reply to any infquiry that granny had not wished her Mo go out. <?' t To all this Jerry meekly assented; v,nd presently granny had the satisfaction of hearing her cheerful little •tongue prattling away again as if nothdng had happened. c “A piece of white heather from the ptarmigan peaks,” cried Bellenden, jaily., coming in in the dusk with it in lis hand. “From the very topmost piightf of your lands, fair lady,” holding jjj'Ut the sprig towards Geraldine. “I ■now that I should find some, though vaymond said not. Will you then acw bpt as a gift what you could claim as e© right?” re’She took it shyly. fi«“Wehave had such a day, Mrs. tiojmpbell, ” continued the speaker, «rtith animation, “such a glorious, un62iVeled day. A day ever to be rememred. It has made up for-a hundred -rd weeks such as the last. We have i \in our thousands, and we have I ’“niked our leagues, and have seen tbjch sights, such stretches of moor v<pon moor, and mountain upon mounttain, and so many sea lochs, each like th separate ocean, with its own little teieet of herring boats, and its own vil-' t©age of fishermen’s cottages—oh! we j m iave had a grand day altogether. I thball never forget it. I can never hope ar such another.” Then he glanced at Jiis other auditor, I fho was mutely listening, but not lookmng at him. All at once he recollected gpnd understood. ce “1 am afraid there is no doubt that I •gras in the wrong about your coming, Jo'erry,” he owned frankly. “You see had no idea of wbat it was going to r ie like. The ground we went over was auch too rough for any pony, and was ■retty severe even on Raymond and , ne. I hope you did not think me very 7, ra?y to have proposed it, Mrs. Campbell,” turning to the old lady, “but you moors differ so, and that at Kin“Sralg was easy walking. Just where had our luncheon, however, there vas a path, and I believe the boy and xmy came up by it. We are to lunch it the same place to-morrow. Now, f c ould we not induce you to come up? Jfhat would atone to my little friend Aere for my unfortunate suggestion of he morning. What do you think?” “I will think about it Capt. BellenFt

“You do ride, I know,” continued he. “I saw your excellept pony in the stables yesterday. Oh, he would carry you up that path.” “Granny has often been up it,” interposed a small voice, unable to hold back any longer. “Granny and I have had our luncheon often at the very I place, haven’t we, dear? And she does ; not mind any mountain path, 1 cap tell you, Capt. Bellenden.” “It certainly'BOunds very pleasant,” sub oined granny for herself “and if | to-morrow should be as fine as to-day ' >> “Os course fine weather is a necessity for such an expedition,” assented its proposer readily; “but we are going to have a long spell of fine weather now, every one is agreed, so we mav hope for the best, and he went gaily off to make ready for the evening. When he came back only Jerry was in the drawing-room; Mrs. Campbell ; had been called away, and Cecil had ' not yet come down. He looked round, then walked straight up to the little girl’s side. “Was it very bad this morning?” he whispered. “Did I let you in for a scolding, Jerry?” Her bosom heaved. “Poor little thing!” said he penitently. “I am so sorry. It was all my fault. They were quite right, you know, your grandmamma and cousin. It would really never have done, and I ought never to have set you on to ask them. lam awfully sorry—” “Oh, it —it doesn t matter.” “No one is angry with you, I hope?” “Oh, no—not now.” “I am so sorry, so awfully sorry. You do forgive me, don’t, you, though?” continued Bellenden, who really bad no idea how softly and tenderly he was speaking. He was, as he said, so very sorry; and he had a strong suspicion that his sorrow was not undeserved. He could perceive traces of a struggle and emotions not yet entirely within check upon the childish countenance cast down before him,and felt sure that more had happened than she would own. Involuntarily his hand took hers and held it. “You do forgive me, don’t you?” he said again. She had barely time to whisper “Yes,” ere voices were heard, and steps approached, and the hand was caught away. CHASTER VII. GOLDEN DAYS. “So glides the meteor through the iky, And spreads along a glided train; Bu. when its short-lived glories die, Resolves to common air again." So it went on. Bellenden was not blameless: but he was less to blame than perhaps appears. He was really fond of children, whether boys or girls; and had he possessed either sisters, or nie;es; or daughters of his own, would have shown .as an affectionate relation. There was a simplicity in his disposition and tastes which made him the most delightful of companions to the very young; they never bored him; in their sports and pastimes he was deeply, truly, and seriously interested as themselves; he could go a-nesting or a-nut-ting with tne enthusiasm of a lad; he would spend whole mornings in constructing a bri.ge, or damming a stream, or making a minnow bed; he would be quite pettish if called away to attend to weightier matters. - such times innumerable when she had , endeavored to interest him in hersim- : pie spoils and treasures, that, she had > lost all heart for showing them. Indeed she had almost given up • bringing them out for anybody till Belli enden came. ■ ! She had found that so many of her >'l grandmother’s visitors would look to ; please her, would admire when told to • admire, and listen in order to seem I complaisant, that she had learned to -; suppose no grown-up pcope really • i loved such pursuits for their own sakes, and that it was only because she ; was still young that she clung to them. ■ i But Bellenden had dispersed that i idea. I He had not only explored every i corner of her cherished collections, and handled deliberately each separate i acquisition, but he had displayed an amount of knowledge and interest that was at once novel and entrancing. More, he had informed her that he. too, was a collector. Not that he “had , been ’—she had known “had beens” j before—several elderly gentlemen had j been laboriously anxious to assure her of their having at some remote period of sehcolboyhood themselves collected and arranged, but her new friend was her contemporary on this ground. He had, he said, his collection at home, ' and whenever he went home he looked it over, and when he haJ a chance he ; added to it. His collection was of eggs, ! and if he were at home at the nesting season, he invaribly got some new eggs, he did not approve of exchanging eggs with other people. He liked to have them all of his own finding. It was stupid to have other people’s find- ' ings. Jerry had got some that he 1 had not, but it was far better for each to keep their own. It made a variety. He was quite sober and serious over it, and promised his young friend that if. ■■ she ever came to his home, she should his cabinet, when she could have one made on the same principles, if ; she approved of the design. With regard to the shells and seaweeds he was not so learned,for he had never lived upon the sea. But he picked up a smattering of knowledge fast, and then it was quite a treat to behold the pains he took to assist the little conchologist in her travels round about the shore. There happened to be very low tides all the time he was at Inchmarew. and at such times, he ? was informed by Jerry, much could be done in the way of augmenting the shell collection. To the little girl’s great joy, the fine shooting weather had proved to be of brief duration; and, during the unsettled off-and-on wet days that succeeded, Bellenden found no better oc- ' cupation for himself than poking about among the long reaches of sea-weed and briny fools in the bay, in search of anything that might turn up. l Tho shore at that point was fruitful; ]

•nd gorgeous sea-anemones as well as many humbler beauties, besides shells •nd weeds innumerable rewarded their •pains; and day by day the two friends —the tall gray figure and the small white one, for; Jerry’s white frocks went on every morning now, and it was quite a business for the laundry-maids to get them up quickly Enough—would sally forth in the early hours ero the tide had begun to return, and have a long delightful hour or two investigating and discovering. Later on there might be the moor, or the burn. The afternoon would probably be claimed for one or the other by Cecil; but he was nothing loth to nave his guest amused and taken off his hands in the Interval between breakfast and luncheon. He had not, as after a time he found out, much in common with Bellenden, who was at once too old and too young for him. Bellenden was either a complete man of the world or a boy—Cecil was a youth; and it was doubtful whether he over would become the one or could have been the other. At present he was all Oxford and Oxonians; and he had hitherto felt that his prattle concerning these was scarcely sufficiently strong meat for the swell life-guardsman, who was “up” in everything of the day. Then, to his astonishment, it had appeared that the veriest milk for babe; was ouite palatable to this fine gentleman, for whom he had been straining all his faculties to provide fare, and he had experienced a curious sense of. mortification and reaction. Wnat was he to supjose? Why, that Bellenden was after all, but a shallow fellow, who did very well on the surface, but of whom a reading, thinking Oxonian very speedily got to the end. The longer that Bellenden stayed at Inchmarew the better indeed was Cecil pleased. Not a note went opt to a friend, tutor, or relation but what it contained some mention of the personage then on a visit to his grandmother. and the reports ot the Inchma? rew bags during that week were sent to more papers, far and wide, than they had ever been before. But, proud as he was of the honor thus conferred upon one and all, young Ray mond could not but rejoice that the burden of it should sit easily on his individual shoulders. He had really none of the trouble ot entertaining the jguest. Jerry, as we have said, had the most of him, while Mrs. Campbell found the young xnan delightful company during the meals when all were together and she had herself never been seen to greater advantage than when, all animation, she revived the scenes, friendships, «and stones of her youth for his benefit. As the two talked, Jerrv would stand by drinking it all in, and wondering why she had never cared to listen to anything of the kind before, and whether it would not be rather nice after all to know something of the great world, about which both her grandmother and Bellenden waxed eloquent. One day the latter surprised her. “Don’t you over do any lessons, Jerry?” inquired he. somewhat suddenly. “Oh, yes, 1 do. Bui these are the holidays, you know. I have been having holidays ever since you came.” “So I supposed. But what do you do when you are not having holidays? I never hear you speak of lessons. Have you not a governess?” ’ “N—no.” For a moment Jerry wished she could have said “yes,” felt as if it ought to have been “yes,” and that she ought to have been able to produce the inflexible, spectacle! preceptress, who had ever been the bane of her imagination; but presently she plucked up spirit to vindicate her position. “I go every daj’ for two hours to the manse.” she said, “or else Mr. ■Afo<-iy ngie comes here for two hours. BID* fihft «■ ■■ n auditor’s face impelled her to throw in, as it were, carelessly, “I shall have a governess some day,” at the close. "Oh, you will?” said he. “Oh, yes, I suppose so. Most girk do, you know,” said Jerry instructing him. “My aunts worry poor granny ts death about it whenever they see hen Aunt Charlotte—that is Lady Ray mond—especially. She thinks hei girls are perfection, and they are with their governess all day long; and she does go on at poor gianny about me.” affirmed the little girl, shaking her head and knitting her dark brows to emphasize the statement. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

A Forgetful Lawyer. About the middle of the last theatrical season an attempt was made to attach the property ot a company which was playing at a local house. Some creditonofjthe star had obtained a judgment against her and meant to sequester the box-office receipts on the last night of the engagement. The local manager consulted a sharp young lawyer, with experience in such affairs, and was told how to fix the thing. Thp plan was for the star to turn the receipts over to the local manager in good and legal form. This was done and the deputy sheriff had to return his writ marked ‘ no good.” There was a number of companies in straits last season. One of them played that same house about the last week of the season. There was again an importunate creditor, a judgment and an attachment. The sharp young lawyer was in the case again also, but this time he represented the creditor. He made his preparations for attaching the boxoffice. The local manager needed no legal advice this time. He put In practice the trick the sharp young lawyer had taught him on the prevlous occasion. The lawyer in the meantime had forgotten that the trick was of his own devising. He blustered when it was sprung on him and said: “That won’t hold water tor a min. ute. What fool is your lawyer. ” “You are,” replied the local manager, suavely. And it held water.—Buffalo Ex* press. Parson White—How’d yo like de sermon on “Charity” dis mornin’ deacon? Deacon Hardscrapple—Dat was r werry touchin sarmon, parson. Kin ya' lend me’ a dollar?— Exchange.

TALMAGE’S SERMON. HE PREACHES ON THE OBJECTIONS TO REVIVALS. The Greet Revivalist of the Paet—Beginning of Aaron Burr’s Downward Career—From Paradise to the Judgment Conflagration. A Net Full of Fish. Dr. Talmage chose for the subject of his sermon through the press last Sunday “The Objections to Religious Revivals,” from the text Luke v., 6, “They inclosed a great multitude of fishes, and their net brake.” Simon and his comrades had experienced the night before what fishermen call “poor luck.” Christ steps on board the fishing smack and tells the sailors to pull away from the beach and directs them again to sink the net. Sure enough, very soon the net is full of fishes, and the sailors begin to haul in. So large a school of fish was taken that the hardy men begin to look red in the face as they pull, and hardly have they begun to rejoice at their success when snap goes a thread of the net, and snap goes another thread, so there is danger not only of losing the fish but of losing the net Without much care as to how much the boat tilts or how much water is splashed on deck, the fishermen rush about, gathering up the broken meshes of the net. Out yonder there is a ship dancing on the wave, and they hail it, “Ship ahoy, bear down this way I” The ship comes, and both boats, both fishing smacks, are filled with the floundering treasures. “Ah,” says some one, “how much better it would have been if they had staid on shore, and fished with a hook and line, and taken one nt a time, instead of having this great excitement, and the boat almost upset, aud the net broken, and having to call for help, and getting sopping wet with the sea!" The church is the boat, the gospel is the net, society is the sea, and a great revival is n whole school brought in at one sweep of the net. I have admiration for that man who goes out with a hook and line to fish. I admire the way he unwinds the reel and adjusts the bait and drops the hook in a quiet place on a still afternoon, and here catches one and there one, but I like also a big boat, and a large crew, and a net a mile long, and swift oars, and stout sails, and stiff breeze, and a great multitude of souls brought, so great a multitude that you have to get help to draw it ashore, straining the net to the utmost until it breaks here and there, letting a few escape, but bringing the great multitude into eternal safety. Objections to Revivals. In other words, I believe in revivals. The great work of saving men began with 3,000 people joining the church in one day, and it will close with 40,000,000 or 100,000,000 people saved in twenty-four hours, when nations shall be born in a day. But there are objections to revivals. People are opposed to them because the net might get broken, and if by the pressure of souls it does get broken then they »take their own penknives and slit the net. “They inclosed a great multitude of fishes, and the net brake.” It is sometimes objected to revivals of religion that those who come into, the church at such times do not hold out. As long as there is a gale of blessing they have their sails up, but as soon as strong winds stop blowing then they drop into a dead calnj, But what are the facts in the case? all our churches the vast majority? of the useful people are those who are brought in under great awakenings, and they hold out Who are the prominent men in the United States in ■ churches, in prayer meetings, in Sabbath schools? For the mqst part they are the Tcifliiuli. tumkenings.

live, but they will never get over thecblcT they caught in the icehouse. A cannon ball depends upon the impulse with which it starts for how fur it shall go and how swiftly, and the greater the revival force with which a soul is started the more farreaching and far resounding will be the execution. But it is sometimes objected to revivals that there is so much excitement that people mistake hysteria for religion. A Useful Excitement. We must admit that in every revival of religion there is either a suppressed or a demonstrated excitement. Indeed if a man can go out of a state of condemnation into a state of acceptance with God, or see others go, without any agitation of soul, he is in an unhealthy, morbid state and is as repulsive and absurd as a man who should boast he saw a child snatched out from under a horse’s hoof and felt no agitation, or saw a man rescued from the fourth story of a house on fire and felt no acceleration of the pulses. Salvation from sin and death and hell Into life and peace and heaven forever is such a tremendous thing that if a man tells me he can look on it without any agitation I doubt his Christianity. The fact is that sometimes excitement is the most important possible thing. In case of resuscitation from drowning or freezing the one idea is to excite animation. Before conversion we are dead. It is the business of the church to revive, arouse, awaken, resuscitate, startle into life’ Excitement is bad or good according to what it makes us do. If it makes us do that which is bad it is bad excitement, but if it make us agitated about our eternal welfare, if it make us pray, if it make us attend upon Christian service, if it make us cry unto God for mercy then it is a good-excitement. It is sometimes said that during revivals of religion great multitudes of children aud young people are brought into the church, and they do not know what they are about. It has been my observation that the earlier people come into the kingdom of God the more useful they are. Robert Hall, the prince of Baptist preachers, was converted at 12 years of age. It is supposed he knew what he was about. Matthew Henry, the commentator, who did more than any man of his century for increasing the interest in the study of tho Scriptures, was converted at 11 years of age; Isabella Graham, immortal in the Christian church, was converted at 10 years of age; Dr. Watts, whose hymns will be sung all down tne ages, was converted at 0 years of age; Jonathan Edwards, perhaps the mightiest intellect that the American pul* pit ever produced, was converted at 7 years of ago, and that father and mother

take an awful responsibility when they tell their child at 7 years of age, “You are too young to be a Christian," or "You are too young to connect yourself with the church." That is a mistake as long as eternity. If during a revival two persons present themselves as candidates for the church, and the one is 10 years of age and the other Is 40 years of age, I will have more confidence in the profession of religion of the one 10 years of age than the one 40 years of age. Why? The one who professes at 40 years of age has forty years of impulse in the wrong direction to correct; the child has only ten years In the wrong direction to correct. Four times ten are forty. Four times the religious prospect for the lad that comes into the kingdom of God and into the church at 10 years of age than the man at 40. I am very apt to look upon revivals as connected with certain men who fostered them. People who in this day do not like revivals nevertheless have not words to express their admiration for the revivalists of the past, for they were revivalists—Jonathan Edwards, John Wesley, George Whitefield, Fletcher, Griffin, Davies, Osborn, Knnpp, Nettleton, and many others whose names come to my mind. The strength of their intellect and the holiness of their Ilves make me think they would not have anything to do with that which was ephemeral. Oh, it is easy to talk against revivals. A man said to Mr. Dawson: “I like your sermons very much, bnt the after meetings I despise. When the prayer meeting begins, I always go up into the gallery and look down, and I am disgusted.” “Well,” said Mr. Dawson, “the reason is you go on the top of your neighbor’s house and look down his chimney to examine his fire, and of course you only get smoke in your eyes. Why don’t you come in the door and sit down and vrtrrm ?” The Downward Road. Oh, I am afraid to say anything against revivals of religion, or against anything that looks like them, because I think it would be a sin against the Holy Ghost, and you know the Bible says that a sin against the Holy Ghost shall never be forgiven, neither in this world nor the world to come! Now, if you are a painter, andl speak against your pictures, do T not speak against you? If you are an architect, and I speak against a building you put up, do I not speak against you? If a revival be a work of th# Holy Ghost, and I speak against that revival, do I not speak against the Holy Ghost? And whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, says the Bible, he shall never be forgiven, neither in this world or in the world to come. I think sometimes people have made a fatal mistake in this direction. Many of you know the history of Aaron Burr. He was one of the most brilliant men of his day. I suppose this country never produced a stronger intellect. "He was capable of doing anything good and great for his country or for the church of God had he been rightly disposed, but his name is associated with treason against the United States Government, which he tried to overthrow, and with libertinism and public Immorality. Do you know where Aaron Burr started on the downward road ? It was when he was in college, and he became anxious about his soul and was about to put himself under the influences of a revival, and a minister of religion said: “Don’t go there Aaron; don’t go there. That's a place of wildfire and great excitement. No religion about that. Don’t-go there.” He tarried away. His serious impressions departed. He started on the downward road. And who is responsible for his ruin? Was it the minister who warned him against that revival?

The Real Difficulty. When I am speaking of excitement in revivals, of course I do not mean temporary derangement of the nerves. Ido not mean the absurd things of which we have read as transpiring sometimes in the [Mh’lUfbLOl, f but.l mean an intelli- ( hidden bnt unmistakable cause In every 1 case, a low State of religion in the heart. , Wide-awake, consecrated, useful Chris- > tians are never afraidbf revivals. It is the . spiritually dead wb are afraid of having , their sepulcher molested. The chief agents of the devil during a great awaken- , ing are always unconverted professors of religion. As soon as Christ’s work begins they begin to gossip against it, and take a pail of water and try to put out this spark of religious influence, and they try to put out another spark. Do they succeed? As well when Chicago was on fire might some one hare gone out with a garden water-pot trying to extinguish it. The difficulty is that when a revival begins in a church it begins at so many points that while you have doused one anxious soul with a paii of cold water there are 500 other anxious souls on fire. Oh, how much better it would be to lay hold of the chariot of Christ’s gospel and help pull it on rather than to fling ourselves in front of the wheels, trying to block their progress! We will not stop the chariot, but we ourselves will be ground to powder. Did you ever hear that there Was a convention once he[d among the icebergs in the Arctic? It seems that the summer was coming on, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and there was danger that the whole icefield would break up and flow away. So the tallest, and the coldest, and the broadest of all the icebergs, the very king of the arctics, stood at the head of the convention, and with a | gavel of ice smote on a table of ice calling j the convention to order. But the sun kept growing in intensity of heat, and the south wind blew stronger and stronger, and soon all the icefield began to grind up, iceberg against iceberg, and to flow away. The first resolution passed by the convention was, “Resolved, that we abolish the sun.’* But the sun would not be abolished. The heat of the sun grew greater and greater until after awhile the very king of the icebergs began to perspire under the glow, and the smaller icebergs fell over, and the cry was: “Too much excitement. Order! Order!” Then the whole body, the whole field of ice began to flow out, and a thousand voices began* to ask: “Where are we going to now? Where are*we floating to? We will all break to pieces.” By this time the icebergs had reached the gulf stream, and they were melted into the bosom of the Atlantic Ocean. The warm sun is the eternal spirit. The warm gulf stream is a great revival. The ocean into which everything melted is tho great, wide heart of the pardoning and sympathizing God. * r < An Unconverted Ministry. But I think, after all, the greatest ob*

•taele to revivals throughout Ohristop* dom to-day is an unconverted ministry.' We muet believe that the vast majority of those who officiate at the sacred altars are regenerated, .but I suppose there may float into the mlnistery of all denominations of Christians men whose hearts have never been changed by the grace of God. Os course they are all antagonistic to revivals How did they get into the ministry? Perhaps some of them chose it as a respectable profession. Perhaps some chose it as a means of livelihood. Perhaps some of them were sincere, but were mistaken. As Thomas Chalmers said, he ( had been many years preaching the gospel before his heart had been changed, and, as many ministers of the gospel de l clare, they had been preaching and had been ordained to sacred orders years and years before their hearts were regenerated. Gracious God, what a solemn thought for those of us who minister at tbo altar! With the present ministry in the present temperature of piety the world will never be enveloped with revivals. While the pews on one side the altar cry for mercy the pulpits on the other side the altar must cry for mercy. Ministers quarreling, ministers trying to pull each other down, ministers struggling for ecclesiastical place, ministers lethargic with whole congregations dying on their hands. What a spectacle! Aroused pulpits will make aroused I pews. Pulpits aflame will make pews J aflame. Everybody believes in a revival* ’ in trade, everybody likes a revival in literature, everybody likes a revival in art, yet a great multitude cannot understand a revival in matters of religion. Depend upon it, where you find a man antagonistic to revivals, whether he be in pulpit or pew, he needs to be regenerated by the grace of God. Volunteers Wanted. I could prove to a demonstration that without revivals this world will nevet be converted, and that in 100 or 200 years without revivals Christianity will be practically extinct. It is a matter of astounding arithmetic. In each of our modern generatons there are at least 32,000,000 children. Now add 32,000,000 to the world’s population, and then have only 1 100,000 or 200,000 converted every year, , and how long before the world will be ! saved? Never—absolutely never! During our war the President of the United States made proclamation for 75,000 troops. Some of you remember the big stir. But the King of the tmiverte today asks for 800,000,000 more troops than are enlisted, and we want it done softly, imperceptibly, gently, no excitement, one by one! You are a dry goods merchant bn a large scale, and I am a merchant on a small scale, and I come to yon and want to buy 1,000 yards of cloth. Do yousay: “Thank you. I’ll sell you 1,000 yards of cloth, but I’ll sell you 20 yards to-day, and 20 to-morrow, and 20 the next day, and if it takes me six months I’ll sell you the whole 1,000 yards. You Will want as long as that to examine the goods, and 111 want as long as that to examine the credit, and, besides that, 1,000 yards of cloth is too much to sell at once?” No; you do not say that. You take me into the counting-room, and in ten minutes the whole transaction is qonsummateg. The fact is we cannot afford to be fools in anything but religion! That very merchant who on Saturday 1 afternoon sold me the 1,000 yards of cloth I at one stroke the next Sabbath in church I will stroke his beard and wonder whether | it would not be better for 1,000 souls to come straggling along for ten years, instead of bolting in at one service. We talk a good deal about the good times that are coming and about the world’s redemption. How long before they will come? There is a man who says 500 years. Here is some one more confident who says in fifty years. What, fifty years? Do you propose to let two gen- : erations pass off the stage before the I world is converted? „ . when the^airnngamp’weiif e was a thrill of horror all over the world. Oh, my friends, this world is only a training ship. On it we are training for heaven. The old ship sails up and down the ocean of immensity, now through the dark wave of the midnight, now through the golden crested wave of the morn, but sails on and sails on. After awhile her work will be done, and the inhabitants of heayen will look out and find a world missing. The cry will be: “Where is that earth where Christ died and the human race were emancipated?. Send out fleets of angels to find the missing craft” Let them sail up and down, cruise up and down the ocean of eternity, and they will, catch not one glimpse of her mountain masts or her top-gallants of floating! cloud. Gone down! The training ship of a world perished in the last tornado. Oh, let it not be that she goes down with all on board, but rather may it be said of her passengers as it was said of the drenched' passengers of the Alexandrian corn ship, that crashed into the breakers of Melita, “They all escaped safe to land.”

Dead Body’s Living Head.' A living head on a dead body, par* alyzed for life, r ccording to the goo j tors in the Portl .nd hospital, is the condition of Joseph Raney, of Gilead. He started from Gilead with a companion for a camp of Frenchmen at Hasting. The Frenchmen in some way learned of his coming and were notified that he was going to clean them out. They were badly frightened. This camp is in a wild and somewhat lawless region. After vainly trying to provoke the Frenchmen tofight, Raney seized a boy and began to dray him into the weeds. The boy thinking that Raney wou’d kill him, shouted “Murderl” and called lustily for help. The whole carp was in an upro.r. Then Foreman M irshall Jarvis threwa hammer at R ney. It struck his head and he fell and lay still. He was p>r alyzed from neck to ceet. He can talk and move his eyes but the rest of his body is dead.—Portland Argus, Bicycle Distress Stations. Stations where bicyclists in trouble may find help and tools, air-pumps, liquid and solid rubber for their pneumatic tires, and springs for their saddles, have been set up by the Touring Club of France, At present thay have one in the Bois de Boulogne, two in the Bois de Vincennes, fourteen in Seine et Oise, the department around Paris, and three a e to be established in |the Forest of Fontainebleau, and I two in Complegne. Obsidian Is a lava glass.