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CHAPTER XL “What are you laughing at?” “Murder! look at him,” cried Bart, taking his pipe from his lips, “ruffling up liko a gamecock. Not laughing at you, my dear boy, but at myself.” ' “Oh!”'said Paul, “I thought ” “That I was grinning at you for coming on such a wild-goose chase.” "Bart!” “Steady, old man. I tell you I was not, but at myself. My dear old Paul, I can’t afford to laugh at you because I am just as bad. Here we are, two days out on the briny sea, tossing about like mad, and I’m bound to confess that it seems Quite natural. Only it does seem strange to me. Instead of attending lectures and seeing operations and waiting patiently till six months are over and I can succeed to my practice, here I am, bound for a savage island in the Caribbean, Sea.” “Nonsense! Savage island! The place Is cultivated enough.” “Oh, it is. You’ll see.” “But I realy feel it, Bart. It is kind of you to take this freak into your head. I’ve said nothing before, but I am glad of your companionship, and very grateful.” “Oh, bosh!” “But I am. I never was more astonished in my life than when I came on I deck and found you here, just as I was I cursing you by my gods as a false friend | for not coming to see me off.” / “Needn’t thank me.” / “What?” ' “Thank your sister when you write.” “Luce! Her doing?” “To be sure. Said you would be getting yourself scalped by savages or down with fever, and she*gave me my orders *to come with you as special surgeon and physician in ordinary, to grow you a fresh scalp and administer your Cockle’s pills!” “My darling girl!” “Steady! My darling girl now, if you please. For it’s all right, Paul. You won’t object, will you? She is as good as promised me. Wonderful, isn’t it? Such a girl as she is, so —so —so—l don’t know what to say* oh, murder!” For at that moment there was a heavy thud and a rush. The great steamer had been smitten on the bows by a wave, and a tremendous shower of spray ' had drenched the two young men. ■-.J “Well!” cried Bart, “this is nice, and no umbrella up.” “Only salt water, man, and it will not hurt you.” “Perhaps not,” replied Bart, pettishly, “but it wets as much as fresh. I don’t like to bathe''with all my clothes on. Hang it all! Gone right down my back.” “Let’s little more under shelter.” “No, Won't care; but, Paul, old chap, you will not mind much, I know. I’m not pretty to look at, but I’ll try to make her the happiest litUe woman in the world, and there—hon<w bfteht, I’4l never try to doctor her myseliV / “What?” said Paul, sfrjling fag the first time since he had Aube' was to leave Ji “Well, I mea? as some fellows do. I know medical men who try all kinds of experiments on their wives before they give the remedies to their patients.” “My dear Bart,” said Paul warmly, “there’s only one man in the world to whom I would like to see Luce married, and that man is you.” Bart tried to speak, but the words would not come, and he took his friend’s hand, grasped it warmly for a few moments, and then made a dart to get into shelter, for another wave struck the bows. “Going to have a rough night, seemingly,” said Paul, after a few minutes’ pause. “Looks like it,” replied Bart. “It will be handy my being on board in case of “Oh, we shall have no accidents.” “So much the better; but now’, seeing how rough the weather is, don’t you think we are behaving very well?” “We’ve had good practice, Bart. After all our channel crossings we ought to be trained for any weather.” “To be sure; that’s it. Well, I never thought of that. Come, that’s the only good thing I ever knew come from the channel passage.” “Well, gentlemen,” said a bluff, cheery man In oilskins, “got a bit wet?” “Ah, Captain, I did not know you,” Baid Paul. “Yes, we had a splashing just now’. Is it to be a rough night?” “Oh, nothing bad—nothing particular. Making the boat dance a bit, and the Beats a, little creepy at dinner. Good Bailors I see—you two.” ‘ “Don’t halloa till you are out of the wood,” said Bart, laughing. "We are ah right so far.” “If you can stand this you can stand anything. Thanks,” said the Captain taking the cigar Paul offered. soon run through it, and then you wil have hot sun and smooth W’ater.” The Captain lit his cigar, took a 100 l round, said a few words to the, officer: in charge, and then came back to tin sheltered spot where the two young mer were standing, to smoke his cigar am have a chat, for as far as the passenger: were concerned, the saloon deck wa: empty. -. “So you are going to Hayti, sir?” hi Baid. “Yes,” replied Paul, quietly. “To paint, eh? Well, you’ll neve: paint the place so black as it deserves.’ “Perhaps it is not so black as it i painted,” said Paul, coolly. - “Blacker, my dear sir—blacker. You’-I have to take care of yourself." “Oh, I shall do that.” “Don’t know so ■ much about that, said the Captain, dryly. “There’s th - , * fever.” “Well,” said Paul, smiling, “I am trav eliug with the doctor here.” “You are lucky* sir, very lucky.” “But is the place se very unhealthy? - Mid Ttart- » '

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“No, not worse than any of the other islands, sir,” replied the Captain. “Os course everywhere in those seas there j are epidemics of old Yellow Jack, and if you are not careful, you may expose yourself and catch one of the malarious fevers; but the wretched people do ev/rything they can to poison the'Tdaca**''The , port is a perfect horror, and I never stay ! an hour longer than I can help for the sake of my crew.” “But that’s from ignorance—the place , being in such a state.” “Oh. yes, that’s from ignorance, sir,” | said the Captain, dryly. “Plenty of that j in Hayti. Superstition and brutal immorality, too. Ah, they’re a bad lot.” Bart glanced at Paul, who was pale, I and he tried to change the topic, but the : Captain ran on, and it waa evident that , the young artist was listening eagerly ; and encouraging the sturdy old salt to tell him everything he could about the island i that would be his destination. "I wouldn’t stay long, sir, if I were ■ you,” said the Captain. “The country is lovely, and you’ll pick up some glorious ; scenes, and some quaint, strange char- ' acters to paint; but of all the evil-mind-ed, weak, conceited beggars, that ever existed, they’re about the worst. They believe themselves to be the most civilized people under the sun, while all the time ( they’re a set of poor, weak, ignorant chil- , dren—yes, children as far as their brains 1 are concerned, and I don’t know which is > the worst —the whites, the blacks, or the colored folk; they’re all as bad as bad can be.” 4 . “A nice character you are giving them,” said Paul, uneasily. “Well, sir, they deserve it; they’re as superstitious as the savages of the west coast of Africa. They don’t stop at using knife, pistol, or poison agayist any one who offends them, and they make the place miserable by their filthy habits.” | “ ‘Manners none; customs beastly,’ ” i said Bart. “Exactly, sir. The young middy who I wrote that might have been describing some of the people of Hayti.” “Pleasant place for us, Paul, old i man.” “Take my advice, gentlemen, and don’t 1 go. Try one of the other islands. They’re quite as behutiful, and you may come back safe from them.” “Oh, no we will not alter our plans,” said Bart, after a glance at Paul. “But I say, what is that we read about the Voudoux worship?” “Be on the lookout and try and see for yourselves. It’s a savage kind of faith the blacks brought with them from the west coast of Africa, and the colored folks and the w-hites, some of them, join in it because it is an excuse for drunkenness and debauchery. Ah, there are ail, kinds of rumors about that sort of thing. They have wild feasts at times and offer ''sacrifice, I’m told»to a serpent. Rather a queer-idea, that, gentlemen, worshiping the serpeht, eh?” “But it would be interesting to investigate all the old superstitions,” said Barr, ■ ThoughtfcUjsg-ltl «hwqld pot dislike seeing one of tlieir meetings.” “Well, if you go to One, I should advise you to be careful,” said the Captain. “We look down upon that sort of thing as a degrading superstition; but to a fanatical negro under the thumb of his black priest it is a mystery, and he is ready enough to resent any slight upon his religion.” “How ?•” said Bart. “Well, they tell me,” said the Captain, “that people who play the spy at their feasts give offense to the serpent, and if they offend it. thoy are seized ryth a lingering disease and die.” “Indeed!” said Bart, eagerly. “What disease?” “Well, sir, if it were in your country, you being a medical man, would be for a post-mortem examination, and it’s my belief that the evidence you would give at the inquest wolild be that the sufferer died of poison.” “Yes, that is what I supposed,” said Bart. “Os course. All these black people are pretty clever in their knowledge of poisonous plants.’’ “That’s quite right, so I should advise you to be careful. Take my word for it, Hayti, is not the place for. ordinary civilised people, especially when we consider they have freed themselves from the white rule, set up one of their own, and in spite of their conceit and contempt for the white races, are going bavk fast into a state of savage barbarism.” "Poor wretches!” said Bart. "Yes, sir, you are right. The place , would be a paradise under a good government; o but that is wanting, and all goes wrong. . If you keep to your inten- . tion, bo careful. Don’t say or do auyl thing to hurt their vanity.' They think Hayti the finest place in the world, so if [ you want to get on mind and praise everything, especially the native himI. jself.” 1 The Captain had finished his cigar, and Paul offered him another. t “No, thank you, not now,” he said. “I 4 must have a few of the loose taekle made . fast; we are going to have a rougher night i than I thought.” 1 He went forward, and was soon busy 4 giving orders, while the two young men 4 sat in silence under the shelter of the weather bulwarks. j “Yes, that’s what I’m most afraid of,” said Bart, suddenly. Paul started. r “Os what?” he said. “You did not ’ speak before, did you?” ’ 4 “No, but I was thinking hard.” “What about?” 1 “You, olil fellow. ■1 ns good a'M’promised Luce that you.should not come ,to harm. Mademoiselle Dulau is very beautiful, and at makes me afraid.” e “What arc you driving at?” said Paul,' impatiently. "I’ll tell you, old fellow. She is sure to be very much admired, she will have been there a month before we arrive, and ”• .1 fear that you will be getting into some trouble with these

• blundering fool I am to say a thing like that,” he continued, as Paul sprang up impatiently and walked across .the deck and back. “I say, I meant it for the best, old fellow.” “Os course, of course you did,” cried Paul. “But it did sting, Bart, old boy. You are in love, too, and you can feel for me. It is that which I fear, and it is horrible to bear. How do I know to what danger my poor darling may be exposed. What plans her mother may have made, or how she will be situated there. It maddens me, and 1 eall myself fool, idiot, a hundred times, for not going over in the same vessel, even if it had been as a stowaway.” "Oh, nonsense! don’t mind my foolish talk.” “It was the honest truth, man. A whole month parted! Bart, 1 must get her away from this horrible place at nil hazards.” “But it may not be so bad; and she is with her mother.” “How do I know what sort of a woman her mother may be? Then there’s Madame Saintone. I distrust and hate that woman.” “Don’t be unjust man. You are not in a position to judge.” “No, I am not. But all this is unbearable, and even the winds and waves are fighting against me.” “And being beaten by our sturdy engines, as we’ll beat the winds and waves of bad fortune. Come, man, don’t make yourself miserable by imaginings. I dare say Mademoiselle Dulau’s mother is a very nice, lady-like woman; and if she is,* she will appreciate you, and see that it is all for her child’s happiness. There, cheer up.” I’aul laid his hand upon his friend’s shoulder and gripped his hand. “Thank you, Bart,” he said. “I will hope for the best; but it is hard —very hard work.” As night fell the storm increased, but; Paul Lowther heard neither the creaking of the rigging, the hiss of the wind through the ropes, nor the heavy dash of the waves against the steamer’s bows; for there was a mental storm raging within him, and when toward morning he at last fell asleep it was to dream of Aube away in this strange land, exposed to some terrible danger and stretching outj her hands to him for help. (To be continued.) EATING MEAT RAW. A Curlqua Habit Said to Be Increasing in London. The well-known favor with which Englishmen regard underdone beef brings to notice a curious habit which is said by the New York Advertiser to be on the increase in London, that of eating meat raw, or nearly so. The habit started from a belief that it was conducive to health. Os late years there has been a great run on the gravy or juice expressed from raw beef by the latter being squeezed into pulp; but, quite, apart from this, many regular customers buy the finest cuts with a special view to eatiiig the latter raw, each customer having an earnest belief that he benefits in health from the practice. In most cases it is more a matter of health than of actual taste. There are two remarkable points about raw meat eating, one of them being that a great many butchers themselves constantly cut prime bits off and chew them. The other point is that a great many people, who do not at home eat in a ’ raw state the meat that they buy, judge the quality when buying by chewing a bit of raw meat, just as they might taste of butter or cheese. A celebrated London barrister eats quantities of the best steak finely minced with salad, and in a great many other cases jhg meat is cut into very slim shreds and made into sandwiches, with seasoning added. Restaurant-keepers say that the chief call is for meat very much underdone, but there are great numbers of faddy people who eat meat absolutely raw. Cuban Coffee Making. In a letter to the New York Tribune by an expert on coffee, the writer, after speaking of the different varieties of the bean and their comparative merits, gives the details of making coffee as it is done in Cuba, where the most delicious coffee obtainable anywhere is to found. “It is prepared by first half filling a coarse flannel bag with finely pulverized, roasted coffee, and suspending it from a hook oVer the pot or other vessel. Cold water is poured on the bag at intervals until the entire mass is well saturated, then the first drippings, which have fallen Into the receptacle, are poured again over the bag until the liquid becomes almost thick and very black. One teaspoonful of this extracted liquid, placed in a cup of boiling milk, will yield a draught .of coffee that is simply delicious—a nectar fit for the gods. In Cuba this flannel bag hangs day and night on the wall, the process of pouring on the cold water and allowing it to drip being almost ceaseless in its operation. All classes, ages and conditions drink coffee there as freely as wedp water.” The Al s Professor. Prof. 0. had gone to spend the evening at a friend’s house. When be was about to leave it was raining very heavily, wherefore the hostess kindly offered him accommodations for the night, which he readily accepted. Suddenly the guest disappeared, nobody knowing what had become of him, and thg family was about to retire for the night when Prof. C. walked in, as wet as a drowned rat. He had been home to fetch his night shirt! • Male and Female Vanity. Women and the mirror have long been the subject matter of fun by the column, hut if the dear creature can beat/her brother she is Wjst, remarka>4l6. The radiant, mirrored elevator is responsible Tor the demonstration fil this. It takes but the most superficial observer to note that nine out of ten men who ride in the elevators take a peep Into the reflecting glasses, give the mustache a twist, push back a lock or two of hair or shake out eoat Unola -

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TALMAGE’S SERMON. HE TALKS TO THE GATHERING CONGRESSMEN. He Ib Sure that Divinity la on Onr Side, and that the Church Will Purify Politic* and Protect the Ballot Box In the End. God and the Nation. Many of the members were present at the delivery in Washington of his last Sunday’s sermon. Dr. Talmage took a moat appropriate theme, showing that in alt their work they might realize that God has always been on the side of this nation. Text, 11. Kings vi., 17, “And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw, and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.” ' The American Congress is assembling. Arriving or already arrived are the representtftives of all sections of this beloved land. Let us welcome them with prayers and benedictions. A nobler group of men never entered Washington than those who will to-morrow take their places in the Senate chamber and the House of Representatives. Whether they come alone or leave their families at the homestead far away, may the blessing of the Eternal God be upon them! We invite them to our churches, aud together, they in political spheres and we in religious circles, will give the coming months to consideration of the best interests of this country, which God has blessed so much in the past that I propose to show you and show them, so far as I may now reach their ear or to-morrow their eye through the printing press, that God will be with them to help them as in the text he filled the mountains with help for Elisha. As it cost England many regiments and $2,000,000 a year to keep safely a troublesome captive at St. Helena, so the King of Syria sends out a whole army to capture one minister of religion—perhaps 50,000 men to take Elisha. During the night the army of Syrians came around the village of Dothan, where the prophet was staying. At early daybreak the manservant of Elisha rushed in and said: “What shall we do? There is a whole army come to destroj’ you! We must die! We must die!” But Elisha was not ! scared a bit, for he looked up and saw ■ the mountains all around full of super- i natural forces, and he knew that if there were 50,000 Syrians against him there were 100,000 angels for him, and in answer to the prophet’s prayer in behalf of his affrighted man-servant the young man saw it, too. Horses of fire harnessed to chariots of fire, and drivers of fire pulling reins of fire on bits of fire, and warriors of fire with brandished swords of fire, and the brilliance of that morning sunrise was eclipsed by the galloping splendors of the celestial cavalcade. "And the Lord opened the eyes of the young : man, and.he saw, and, behold, the moun- . tain was full of horses and chariots of I fire round about Elisha.” I speak of the upper forces of the text that are to fight , on our side as a nation. If all the low i levels are filled with armed threats, I : have to tell you that the mountains of our , hope and courage and faith are full of the horses and chariots of divine rescue. The Divine Equipage. You will notice that the divine equipage : is always represented as a chariot of fire. I Ezekiel and Isaiah and John, when they ■ come to describe the divine equipage, al- : ways represent it as a wheeled, a harness- ; ed, an upholstered conflagration. It is ; not a chariot like kings and conquerors of I earth mount, but an organized and compressed fire. That means purity, justice, chastisement, deliverance through burning escapes. Chariot of rescue? Yes, ■ but a chariot of fire. All our national j disenthralments have been through j scorching agonies and red disasters. I Through tribulation the individual rises. Chariots of rescue, but chariots of fire, ; But how do I know that this divine equipage is on the side of our institutions? I I know it by the history of the last 119 years. The American revolution started from the pen of John Hancock in Independence Hall, in 1776. The colonies, without ships, without ammunition, without guns, without trained warriors, without money, without prestige. On the other side, the mightiest nation of the earth, the largest armies, the grandest navies and the most distinguished commanders and resources inexhaustible, and nearly all nations ready to back them up in the fight. Nothing as against immensity. The cause of the American colonies, which started at zero, dropped still lower through the quailing of the generals, and through the jealousies gmall successes, and through the winters which surpassed all predecessors in depth oU snow and horrors of congealment. Elisha surrounded by the whole Syrian army did not seem to be worse off than did the thirten colonies encompassed and overshadowed by foreign assault. What decided the contest in our favor? The upper forces, the upper armies. ■ The Green and White mountains of New England, the highlands along the Hudson, the mountains of Virginia, all the Appalachian ranges were full of re-enforcements which the young man Washington saw by faith, and his men endured the frozen feet, and the gangrened wounds, and the exhausting hunger, and the long march, because “the Lord opened the eyes of the youiig man/ and- he saw, and, behold, thq mountain wafs full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.” Washington himself yvas a miracle. What Joshua was in sacred history the first American President was in secular history. A thousarid other men excelled him in different things, but he excelled them all in roundness and fompletepess*of character. The world never,saw his like, and probably never will see his like again, because there probably never will be another such exigency. He vyas let down a divine interposition. He was from God direct. God’s Chariot to the Rescue. I do not know how many can read the history of those times without admitting the contest was decided by the upper forces. Then, in 1861, when our civil war opened, many at the North and at the South pronounced it national suicide. It was not courage against cowardice; it was not wealth against poverty; it was heroism against heroism; it was the resources of many generations against the resources of generations; it was the prayer of the North against the prayer of the South; it was one-half of the nation in armed wrath meeting the other half of the nation in armed indignation. What could come but extermination ? » At thh opening of the war |he com-miiidfet-in-chief of the United States force# ’was a man who had been great in I battle, but old age had come, with many

He could not mount a hone, and he rode on the battlefield in a carriage, asking the driver not to jolt it too much. During the most of the four years of the contest on the Southern side was a man in midlife, who had in his veins the blood of many generations of warriors, himself one of the heroes of Churubusco and Cerro Gordo, Contreras and Chapultepec. As the years passed on and the scroll of carnage unrolled there came out from both sides a heroism, and a strength, and a determination that the world had never seen marshaled. And what but extermination could come when Philip Sheridan and Stonewall Jackson met, and Nathaniel Lyon and Sidney Johnston rode in from North and South, and Grant nnd Lee, the two thunderbolts of battle, clashed? Yet we are a nation, nnd yet we are at peace. Earthly courage did not decide the conflict. The upper forces of the text—-they tell us there was a battle fought above the clouds on Lookout Mountain, but there was something higher than thiit. Again, the horses nnd chariots of God came to the rescue of this nation in 1876, at the close of a Presidential election famous for ferocity. A darker cloud yet settled down upon this nation. The ;fesult of the election was in dispute, add revolution, not between two <w three sections, but revolution in every town and village and city of the United States, seemed imminent. The prospect was that New York would throttle New York, and New Orleans would grip New Orleans, and Boston Boston, and Savannah Savannah, and Washington Washington. Some said Mr. Tilden was elected, others said Mr. Hayes was elected, and how near we came‘to universal massacre some of us guessed, but God only knows. I ascribe our escape not to the honesty and righteousness of infuriated politicians, but I ascribe it to the upper forces Os the text. God the Friend of the Nation. Chariots of mercy rolled in, and though the wheels were not heard, and the flash was not seen, yet all through the mountains of the north, and the south, and the east, and the west, though the boofs did not clatter, the cavalry of God galloped by. 1 tell you God is the friend of this nation. In the awful excitement at the massacre of Lincoln, when there was a prospect that greater slaughter would open upon this nation, God hushed the tempest. In the awful excitement at the time of Garfield’s assassination God put j his foot on the neck of the cyclone. To prove God is on the side of this nation I ; argue from the last eight or nine great I national harvests, and from the national health of the last quarter of a century, epidemics very exceptional, nnd from the great revivals of religion, and from the spreading of the church of God, and from the continent blossoming with asylums and reformatory institutions, and from an Edenization which promises that this whole land is to be a paradise, where God shall walk. God will save this nation through an aroused moral sentiment. There has never been so much discussion of morals ; and immorals. Men, whether or not they ■ acknowledge what is right, have to think what is right. We have men who have had their hands in the public treasury the. most of their lifetime, stealing all they : could lay their hands on, discoursing eloquently about dishonesty in public ser- : vants, and men with two or three famiI lies of their own preaching eloquently I about the beauties of the seventh comI mandmeht. The question of sobriety and I drunkenness is thrust in the face of this I nation as never before and takes a part ; in our political contests. The question of i national sobriety is going to be respectful- ; ly and deferentially hoard at the bar of every legislature, and every house of I representatives, and every State senate, and an omnipotent voice will ring down the sky and. across this land and back again, sayingto these rising tides of drunki enness which threaten to whelm home and I church and nation, "Thus far shalt thou I come, but no farther, and here shall thy I proud waves be staid.” I have not in my mind a shadow of dis- ■ heartment as large as the shadow of a house fly’s wing. My faith is in the up- ] per forces, the upper armies of th§ text. God is not dead. The chariots are not unwheeled. If you would only pray more and wash your eyes in the cool, bright water fresh from the well of Christian reform, it would be said of you, as of this one of the text, “The Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw, and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.” Politics Needs Religion. Have you any doubt about the need of the Christian religion to purify and make decent American politics? At every yearly or quadrennial election we have in this country great manufactories—manufactories of lies—and they are run day -and night, and, they turn out half a dozen a day, all equipped and ready for full sailing. Large lies and small lies. Lies private, and lies public, and lies, prurient, lies cut bias, and lies cut diagonal, long limbed lies, and lies with double back action; lies complimentary, and lies defamatory; lies that some people believe, and lies that all the people believe, and lies that nobody believes; lies with humps like camels, and scales like crocodiles, and necks as long as storks, and feet as swift as an antelope’s, and stings like adders; lies raw and scalloped and panned and stewed; crawling lies, and jumping lies, and soaring lies; lies with attachment screws and rufliers and braiders and ready wound bobbins; lies by Christian people who never lie except during elections, and* lies by people who always lie, but beat themselyes ip a Presidential campaign. I confess I am ashamed to have a foreigner visit this country in such times. I should think he would stand dazed, his band on his pocketbook, and dare not go out nights. What will the # hundreds of thousands of foreigners who* cotae here to live think of us? What a disgust they must have for the land of their adoption! The only good thing about it is many of them cannot understand the English language. But I suppose the German and Italian and Swedish and French papers translate it all and peddle out the infernal stuff to the subscribers. Nothing but Christianity will ever stop suc-h a flood of indecency. The Christian religion will speak after awhile. The billingsgate and low scandal through which we wade every Year of every four years must be rebuked by that religion which speaks from its two great mountains—from the one mountain intoning the command, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor,” and from the other mount, making plea for kindness and blessing rather than cursing. Yes; we are going to have a national religion. There are two kinds of national religion. The one is supported by the State and is a matter of human politics, aud if has great patronage, and under it men will struggle for prominence without reference to quab ificatione. and its archbishop is supported by a salary of $75,000 a year, and there witb a th.

ery of music and canonicals, and room ftrt 1,000 people.lyet an audience of fifty people, or twenty people; or |pn or two. We want no such religion as that, no buck national religion, but we want this kind of national religion-the vast majority of the people converted and evangelized and then they will manage the secular ns well as the religious. Church Will Rule the Ballot Box. Do you say that this is impracticable. No. The time is coming just uh certainly as there is a God, and that this is bisj book, and that he hns the strength and the. honesty to fulfill his promises. One of thq ancient emperors used to pride himself on performing that which hie counselors said, was impossible, and 1 have to tell you today that man’s impossibles ure God s easies. "Hath he said, nnd shall he nqt do it? Hath he commanded, nnd will b« not bring it to pass?” The Christian re-| ligion is coming to take possession of evj ery ballot box, of every schoolhouse, ofl every home, of every valley, of every mountain, of every acre of our uational| domain. This nation, notwithstanding all the evil influences that are trying to stroy it, is going to live. Never since, according to John Milton, when “satau was hurled headlong slain-j ing from the etheral skies in hideous ruin| and combustion down,’” have the powers of darkness been so determined to win this continent as now. What a jewel it is—u' jewel carved in relief, the cameo of planet 1 On one side of us the Atlantic Ocean, dividing us from the wornout governmenTs of Europe. On the other side the Pacific Ocean, dividing us from the superstitions of Asia. On the north of us the Arctic Sea, which Is tho gymnasium in which the explorers and navigators develop their courage. A continent 10,500 miles long, 17,000,000 square miles, and all of it but about one-seventh capable (if rich cultivation. One hundred millions of population on this continent of North and South America —100,000,000 nnd room for many hundred millions more. All flora and all fauna, all metals nnd all precious woods and all grains and all fruits. The Appalachian range the backbone and the rivers the ganglia carrying life all through and out to the extremities. Isthmus of Darieil the narrow waist of a giant continent all to be under one government and all free and all Christian and the scene of Christ’s personal reign on earth if according to the expectation of many good people he shall at last set up his throne in this world. Who shall have this hemisphere—Christ or satan? Who shall have the shore of her inland seas, the silver of her Nevadas, the gold of her Colorados, the telescopes of her observatories, the brain of her universities, the, ■■Wheat of her prairies, the rice of her savannas, the two great ocean beachdj;, the one reaching from Baffin's Bay to Tierra de) Fuego and the other from, Bering Strait to Cape Horn, and all moral nnd temporal and spiritual nnd everlasting interests of a population vast' beyond all human computation? Who shall have the hemisphere? You and I will decide that, or help to decide it, by conscientious vote, by earnest prayer, by maintenance of Christian Institutions, by support of great philanthropies, by putting body, mind and soul on the right side of all moral, religious and national movements. When the Trump Sounds. Ah, it will not be long before it will not make any difference to you or to me what becomes of this continent so far as earthly comfort is concerned. All we will want of it will be 7 feet by 3, and that will take in the largest, and there will ho room and to spare. That is all of this country we will need very soon—the youngest of us all. But we have an anxiety about the welfare and the happiness of the generations that are coming on, and it will be a grand thing if, when tho archangel’s trumpet sounds, we find that our sepulcher, like the one Joseph of Arimathea provided for Christ, is in the midst of a garden. Have you faith in prayers for national welfare? After all the chariots have been unwheeled, and after all the war chargers have been crippled, the chariots which Elisha saw" on the morning of his peril will roll on in triumph, followed by all the armies of lieaven on white horses. God could do it without us, but ho will not. The weakest of us, the faintest of us, the smallest brained of us, shall have a part in the triumph. We may not have our name, like the name of Sostratus, cut in imperishable rock and conspicuous for centuries, but we shall be remembered In a better place than that, even in the heart of him who came to redeem us and redeem the world, and our names will be seen close to the signature of his wound, for, as to-day he throws out his arms to us, he says, “Behold, I have graven thee on the palms of my hand.” By the mightiest of all agencies, the potency of prayer, I beg you seek our national welfare. Some time ago there were 4,600,000 letters in the dead letter postoffice in this city—letters that lost their way—but not one prayer ever directed to the heart of God miscarried. The way is all clear for the ascent of your supplication, heavenward in behalf of this nation. Before the postal communication was so easy, and long ago, on a rock 100 feet high, on the coast of England, there was a barrel fastened to a post, and in great letters on the side of the rock, so it could be seen far out at sea, were the words, “Postoffice," and when ships came by, a boat put out to take and fetch letters. And so sacred were those deposits of affection in that barrel that no lock was ever put upon that! barrel, although it contained messages for America and Europe and Asia and Africa, and all the islands of the sea. Many a storm-tossed sailor, homesick, got messages of kindness by that rock, and many a homestead heard good news from a boy long gone. ' v ould that all the heights of our national prosperity were in interchange of sympathies—prayers going up meeting blessings coming down. Postal celestial, not by a storm struck rock on a wintry coast, but by the Rock of Agee. Morality. “The teaching of morality, though it is Impressive, can hardly be recovered after having been abandoned for a long time. Nay, we may rather venture to say that when a person gets corrupt- . ed the doctrines of morality expire al- < together. Whereas doctrines of reNg- V ion can never be extinguished to those wlio once adhered to its teaching. The ten commandments being given by the Supreme Power are so deeply implanted in the heart of man that they can hardly be forgotten. On the contrary, they stir up and remind the wrongdoer of his misdeeds, so that sooner or later he repents fend turts to do good to the -7 credit of himself."— Lewis P. Hlrsch. ———4———__ .rid A lobster’s skin when shedding djilttei down the back and comes ofiftfl equal parts. The tail slips tntttwfmfai shell Uk« «, Sager oft ej a glove.