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—- -- . — — MBlMtjrXV.-( Continued.) fl^M understand nil this?" said to Nousie, who whs stand j hands pressed to her brow, Be an impatient gesture. ■nHshe said quickly. “Let nie I so strange.” SMsred if about to swoon, and placed a chair into which she said, faintly, and she BH avidity. “The trouble—my think.” a glass, poured a little spirit it in her hand. flHMowed it without a word, and MHi terrible silence in the dimly|Hl from outside there came the ‘ ’^^Blii spring and hurrying feet. from her chair again, JHMtmg intently, and then ran to and listened again as fresh I heard as of people passing. back with her face wild as fresh horror, and stood with to her forehead. Then ■Mn her knees she caught Chernand shook her. Milan's eyes unclosed, and she awakened from a deep hetfr me?" said Nousie, sharpthink; the trouble has ' The meeting—it was to-mor-t closed her eyes as if sinking sleep again, but her lips she said in a faint whisper: .■■-night-great meeting—the gout j^^Boms—to-night.” 818 wandering,” said Bart, feeling ,aaid Paul, hoarsely. aHMk not. The poison seems to be Keep.” risen, and stood with her ■eased to her brow. Then she utstrange cry as she caught at. and literally dragged him ,4fe or * ■ 9BM!” she gasped; “it is too horri■o&l help me—my brain seems Here, quick! You young ■■Mag. Kun—run fast ns man can ” She dragged him down so |M could whisper a few words in his he cried, starting from her. ■■ng at her as if he thought her wasting time," she cried, pitBUB “(In—l, her mother, ask you. It , sake. Go!” from her and darted our ri-#® darkness, while Nousie stood with excitement as she listened ■HKotsteps till they died away. Then Bied fcack into the room with her and going with a hoarse sleeping,” said Bart as he apBd her. “Tell me what all this IBgßh wait," she replied, as she pressW 4: ■bands to her head again, and then to a cupboard, whose door she where have you sent my friend?" till he returns. I cannot speak ■■ now - Yes.” she said. "1 must ■H lanust think of something else, ■■half g 0 ma< l- Tell me —will she ■■pe so - I cannot say. But tell me ■■ was an error then? She would ■rposely have given poison to your -■? ” ,z ■■? Poor Cherubine! See!” cried ■K passionately, “has she not tried BHHd narrowly escaped," said Bart. was this? Who is this Genie?” man; wait till he comes back. ■Khali know’ all soon. But quick, are y° u brave?” sa 'd Hart, bluntly, “I don’t think HBHmie groaned. y° u would fight—for him your ■K-to save him?” try to.” said Bart, grimly. Blß>d you have pistols?" s£•■, how l° n K he is!" cried Nousie, *° the door again. “I am not Z, B’ she cried piteously, “or I would go Si Book here!” said Bart, sharply. “We HByour friends, Madame Dulau, and If? ■hat P oor girl’s sake we will try to ■ y9U ,n this new trouble if you will me what it means; but it is all a S?Be to me. Come, tell me, where have ■■ent Paul?" J' Be held up her hands to him. ■lush, listen!” she cried, and she ran ■n to the door, but came back wringS B* er hands. “No, no; wait,” she said. B>en he comes. It can’t be so. lam 188 and wild, and think such horrors. Bat last!” ■ B> r there were rapid steps in the road, /.-■before she could reach the ddor Paul HB>ed in ghastly-looking and wild, the B»t. standing in great drops upon his -bis hair clinging to his temples and y .Bn upon his lips. ■l.’aul, man!” cried Bart, running to ■ and dra wing a pistol, “are you being ■■ted down ?” ■Siipak! My child!” cried NousieJ who ■s Hinging to Pau* as he fought for his EB at h» which came and went with a ratSound. ■ I'he grave,” ho gasped at last; and his |Bce was like that of one in mortal ■ny, “rifled—my darling—she is not |B(ousie uttered a low, strange moaning IB in( l as ®h e caught the two young men B’h by the wrist, and the woman’s man|B' art! voice seemed changed as she them toward the inner part of |Be room, close by where Cherubine lay a trance like that of death. as I tell you,” she said, in a quick. Byong voice, “we may be in time." B CHAPTER XXVI. Bb'ar away in the forest, where the darkBess was made more intense by the hot Beamy air ffhich r<?so from among the 1 <1

trees and floated on high in a dense cloud which blotted out the great golden stars. Here and there in the openings cut by some hurricane, and where the great forest monarchs lay rapidly molding into dust, the fireflies flitted and danced. For a time all would be black, and then leaves and twigs flashed out with a bluish green phosphorescence, which died out again, save where some spark winged its way onward like a tiny wandering star. There was the hoarse croaking of frogs, the hollow shout of night birds, and strange, weird cries from far in the depths of the virgin forest, where the foot of man never trod. But heard above this, like the hum of a gathering crowd, came a low murmuring sound, which developed into the eager chattering of men and women, the rustling of boughs and the faintly heard tramp of feet, while noises came and died away as a narrow intricate path was followed, which terminated at last miles away from the nearest habitation in one of the abovenamed openings, a mere patch of a hundred shed-like buildings thatched with leaves, and whose sides were formed of densely interwoven brushwood. Only one opening was visible, made plain by a lurid light from within, the light of smoky lamps hung from the ridge pole, and also swinging pendent from the rough verandah just over the door. Beneath these lights dimly seen were the heads of those who had already reached the rough building; and as they turned and swayed and leaned towards each other in eager expectancy; gleams of opal eyes and white teeth flashed in the smoky red light, and shone from glistening faces. As group after group came out of the devious path, reached the opening, and turned into the great hut-like building, as if iu fear of being late, a burst of low buzzing talk arose, and there was a great deal of good-humored pushing and scuffling before the newcomers settled down in their places. To one uninitiated in the ways of the people, the place suggested that preparations were afoot for some dramatic performance, for at one end of the building a low rough platform or stake had been erected, and this was shut off from the rest of the place by a large red curtain, behind which from time to time people moved, causing the curtain to bulge out and sway a little, so that dark shadows rippled across it. Everything in the place wore a lurid aspect, heightened as it was by the large display of red handkerchiefs worn by the congregation assembled, one seeming to have vied with the other in this kind .of display, so that heads, necks, and waists were bound with these tokens of Initial tion. For it was to no secular play th# people had come from afar, but in secret and in the dead of night to one of the mystic celebrations of the Voudoux worship—of the old religion brought by the .savage slaves from their far homes in the interior of the dark continent—a worship which, in spite of missionary enterprise and the teachings of the French fathers, was still in force, and practiced widely— a kind of idolatrous fetichism, fostered by the Voudoux priests, and reveled in by their followers for the sake of its horrors, its mysticism, revelry, and debauch. Group after group had come through the forest till all seemed to have gathered, and a growing excitement thrilled the crowd, whose faces, for the greater part black, but dotted here and there by those of the mulatto and nearly white, turned from one to the other, each scanning his or her neighbor curiously, while an eager murmur arose, and the yellow light, aided by the glow of the red ornamentation of the gathered worshipers, and flashed and glowed from a hundred eyes, made the place seem like some pandemonium such as poets have described. The murmurs of impatience rose and fell and the red curtain swayed, but no sign was made from beyond it till an excited voice shrieked the word ‘Tapaloi!” and this seemed to be the cue for a burst of other cries—“Mamanloi! —Papaldi!” followed by a suppressed murmur of -excitement, and the rolling of opal eyeballs as the great red curtain suddenly divided iu two from top to bottom, and was drawn quickly back by invisible hands. A low “Ah!” rippled through the assembly as, dimly seen at the back of the stage oi’ platform, rose a rough kind of altar, upon which stood a large dark box, which was either stained or appeared to be in the lurid glow of a darkened red. As the curtain was drawn aside by the invisible hands the box moved slightly, when a faint cry of horror rose from some of the women, and the gathering swayed slightly toward the doorway; but low murmurs arose, and whispers, followed by hysterical laughs, and then there was the rapt silence of awe—every eye being fixed on the box. For, with measured steps, two figures, decked with scarlet handkerchiefs, advanced toward the altar from behind the curtain ox either side, stopped as they reached the middle, and turned and faced the people, displaying the faces of Genie, the mulatto woman, and Jacaine, the gigantic black. Their hair was knotted in a peculiar way. and the half-nude form of the black was girdled by a scarf of vivid blue, in which glistened a knife, while as they stood in statuesque attitudes, on either side of the altar with its box. the people uttered a triumphant shout for the Papaloi and Mamanloi, the high priest and priestess of their diabolical rites. The pair stood unmoved, gazihg straight before them till the cries had ceased, and then, turning to face each other, a low murmur ran through the place, and the people swayed and undulated as the lid of,the box, with a great deal of ceremony, wks slowly lifed. Jacaine raised his hands above his head, and then plunged them deeply into the coffer, from which he slowly drew a heavy-looking serpent of some six feet long, but unusually thick and distended) its sluggish undulations as -

it raised Its head proving that It had only lately been gorged. The black raised the reptile higher, anal Genie raised her hands and passed them beneath tha-curtes formed by the creature’s body as it hung from Jacaine’s hands, supporting it altogether in a picturesque group, while additional. effect was given to the strange scene by the serpent slowly-raising its head between the pair, swaying it to and fro for a few moments, and then uttering a loud hiss, before lowering its crest and striving to reach the box, above which it was being held. The actors in the scene slowly lowered their hands, and the serpent glided back into the ark amid the low excited murmur of the people; while Genie drew 1 knife from her girdle, waved it, replaced it, took a step forward, raised her hands, and spoke angrily in one of the West African dialects, with the result that a wail of despair came from the people. “The serpent, is angry,” she said. “His children fall away from him, and there will be sickness and death if they are nos forgiven. Come." A shudder ran through the little gathering, but they passed forward to take their priestess’ hands, and renew their oaths of fidelity to the serpent, and make promises for the future, bringing, too, offerings of all kinds—fruit, flowers, money, food, and spirits, gay articles of attire —which were laid about and around the altar, at whose side the great black stood like an ebony statue, gazing scornfully before him. (To be continued.) THE TABLES TURNED. The Strange Career of Ex-Gov. “Bob” Stewart. Gov. “Bob” Stewart, who was the chief executive of Missouri once, and afterwardTTJnited States Senator from that State, had a strange career. During his gubernatorial incumbency he was one day looking through the penitentiary at Jefferson City, when he saw among the convicts an aged man whom he recognized. On the following day he sent to the warden of the prison orders to have that, man brought to the executive mansion. When the man appeared the governor, calling him by name, asked him if he hadn’t once been the mate of a Missouri river steamboat. The convict admitted that he had been, and then the following conversation ensued, the governor beginning: “Do you remember at one time of having taken away from him a boy’s blankets, who was a stowaway on the boat, and kicking him ashore?” “The circumstance doesn’t recur to me now, but doubtless I did it. A steamboat mate in those days had tc be considerable of a brute." “Yes, sir; and you filled the bill admirably. I was the boy you robbed and kicked ashore very near to this capital city and thus I became enabled to give you your pardon. Here, sir,take it. Now, right about. March out of that door and off these premises, and never let me see your brutal old face again.” The old convict walked away quite briskly for one of his age. A little while ago a Senator told me , that one day. about the close of the w r ar, or, perhaps, a little later, he was walking down Pennsylvania avenue in Washington with another Senator, when his companion abruptly called his attention to a rather distinguished looking man in a gang of laborers who were cleaning the streets, and I think he said under police surveillance. "Do you know who that man is?” the second Senator asked. “No.” “Well, that is ex-Governor and exSenator Bob Stewart, of Missouri. He was of a convivial nature, and the convivialities of Washington proved too much for him.” Man with an Iron Skin. In Berlin a Cingalese bailies all investigation by physicians by the impenetrability of his skin. The bronzed Easterner, a Hercules In shape, claims •to have found an elixir which will render the human skin impervious to any metal point or sharpened edge, of a knife or dagger, and calls himself the “Man with the Iron Skin.” It is true that it has been impossible to even scratch his skin with sharply pointed nails, with' finely ground knives and daggers He is now exhibiting himself, and his greatest feat is to pass with his entire body through a hoop, the Inside of wllich is hardly big enough to admit his body, and is closely set with sharp knife points, daggers, nails and other equally pleasant trifles. Through this hoop he squeezes his body with absolute impunity. Tile physicians do not agree as to his immunity, and some of them think that Rhanklu, which is his name, Is a fakir, who has by long practice succeeded iu hardening himself against the impressions of metal upon his skin. The professors of the Berlin clinic, however, considered it worth while to lecture about the n<n’s skin, pronouncing it an Inexplicable matter. Professional Wolf 4 ’Hunters. One big firm of ranchers near Mlles City, Wash., employs all the year round two hunters and a pack of fifteen Russian wolf hounds to keep the range free of wolves and coyotes, which are a pest to stock raisers all over the region. 80 far this year the hunters have taken the scalps of 223 wolves and many coyotes. Whenever any traces of wolves or coyotes are found the pack is taken out and put on the scent and usually the pests are run down and killed. This method is the only one that has prdved effective, as tin* wolves refuse now to take poisoned bait. Germany’s Population. / The census of 1895 shows that /he German Empire- now has a population of 61,758,090. despite' emigration, an increase of 2.330.000 in four and a half year’s. "■■“ W A man breathes about twenty tlnw in a tninuWwt thaw an hour,

THE STARTING POINT. ' HOW REV. DR. TALMAGE WOULD EVANGELIZE AMERICA. .0) i —*■" <anta an Outpouring of the Holy Spirit at the National Capital— Wonlrt Be of Incalculable Value to Chriatlanity—A New Awakening. Sermon at the Capital. The audience of Dr. Talmage in Washington is thronged with the chief men of the nation and people front all parts, making this sermon most timely. An hour and a half before the floors open the people gather in the street, and policemen keep the way open for the pew holders. The text chosen for lust Sunday’s discourse was Luke xxiv.. 47. “Beginning at Jerusalem.” “There it is,” said the driver, and we all instantly and excitedly rose in the carriage to catch the first glimpse of Jerusalem, so long the joy of the whole earth. That city, coroneted with temple and palace and radiant, whether looked up at from the valley of Jehosupliat or gazed at from adjoining hills, was the capital of a great nation. Clouds of incense had hovered over it. Cha riots of kings had rolled through it. Battering rams of enemies had thundered against it. There Isaiah prophesied, and Jeremiah lamented, and David reigned, and Paul preached, and Christ was martyred. Most interesting city ever built since masonry rung its first trowel, or plu’mb line measured its first wall, or royalty swung its first scepter. What Jerusalem was to the Jewish kingdom Washington is to our own country—the capital, the place to which all the tribes come up, the great national heart whoee throb sends life or death through the body politic dear out to the geographical extremities. What the resurrected Christ said in my text to his disciples when he ordered them to start on the work of gospelization, “beginning at Jerusalem,” it seems to me God says now in his providence to tens of thousands of Christians in this city. Start for the evangelization of America, “beginning at Washington.” America is going to be taken for God. If you do not believe it, take your hat now and leave and give room to some man or woman who does believe it. As surely as God lives, and he is able to do as he says’ he will, this country will be evangelized from the mouth of the Potomac to the mouth of the Oregon, from the Highlands of the Navesink to the Gohlen Horn, from Baffin’s Bay to the gulf of Mexico, and Christ will walk every lake, whether bestormed or placid, and be transfigured on every mountain, and the night skies, whether they hover over groVes of magnolia or over Alaskan glacier, shall be filled with angelic overture of “glory to God and good will to men.” ;■ For God or for Apollyon. Again and again does the old book announce that all the earth shall see the sal< ration of God, and as the greater includes the lesser that takes America gloriously in. Can you not see that if America is not taken for God by his consecrated people it will be taken for-Apollyon? The forces engaged on both sides are so tremendous that it cannot be a drawn battle. It is coming, the Armageddon! Either. the American Sabbath will perish and this nation he handed over to Herods and Hildebrands and Diocletiaus and Neros of baleful power, and Alcoholism will reign, seated' upon piled up throne of beer barrels, his mouth foaming with domestic and national curse, and crime will lift its unhindered knife of assassination, and rattle keys of worst burglary, and wave torch of widest conflagration, and our cities be turned into Sodoms, waiting for Ahnighty tempests of fire and brimstone, and one tidal wave of abomination will surge across the continent, or our Sabbaths will take on more sanctity, and the newspapers will Income apocalyptic wings of benediction, and penitentiaries will be abandoned for lack of occupants, and holiness and happiness, twin son and daughter of heaven, shall walk through the land, and Christ reign over this nation either in person or by agency so glorious that the whole country will be one clear, resounding echo of heaven. It will bo one or the other. By the throne of him who liveth forever and ever 1 declare it will be the latter. If the Lord will help me, as he always does —blessed be bis glorious name —I will show you how a mighty work of grace begun at Washington would have a tendency to bring the Nvhole continent to God and before this century closes. William the Conqueror ordered the curfew, the custoin of ringing the bell at midnight, at which all the fires oh the hearths were to be banked, and all the lights extinguished, and all the people retire to their pillows. I pray God that the curfew of this century may not be sounded, and the fires be banked, and the lights extinguished as the clock strikes the midnight hour that divides the nineteenth century from the twentieth centuryjjintil this beloved land, which was to most of us a cradle, and which will be to most of us a grave, shall come into the full possession <>f him who is so glorious that William the Conqueror could not be compared to him, even the One who rideth forth “conquering and to conquer.” A Battle for Souls. Why would it be especially advantageous if a mighty work of grace started here, “beginning at Washington?” First, because this city is on the border between the north and the south. Lt is neither northern nor southern. It commingles the two climates. It brings together the two styles of population. It is not only right, but beautiful, that people should have especial love for the latitude'where they were born and brought up. With what loving accentuation the Alabamian speaks of his orange groves! And the man from Massachusetts- is sure to let you know that he comes from the land of the Adamses —Samuel and John and John Quincy. Did you ever knpw a Virginian or Ohioan whose face did not brighten when he announced himself from rhe southern or northern State of presidents ? If a man does not likfl his native clime, it is because while he lived there he did not behave well. This capital st*nds where, by its locality, ami its political influence, it stretches forth one hand toward tinnorth and the other toward the south, and a mighty work of gra<-e starting hej’e would probably be a national awakening. Georgia would clasp the band of New Hampshire, and Maine the hand of Louis iana. and California the hand of New York, and say. “Come, let us go up and worship the God of nations, the Christ of. Golgotha, the Holy Ghost of the pentecfostal three thousands. It has often been said that the only way the north and the south will be brought into complete accord U to h>ve a war with some foraigr.

nation, In which both sections, marching side by aide, would forget everything but the foe to be overcome. Well, if you waft for such a foreign conflict, you will waft until all thia generation is dead, and perhaps ‘wait forever. The war that will make the sections forget past controversies is a war against unrighteousness, such ns a universal religious awakening would declare. What we want is a battle for souls, in which about 40,000,OtM) northerners and southerners shall be on the same side and shoulder to shoulder. In no other city on the continent can such a war be declared so appropriately, for all the other great cities are either northern or southern. This Is neither, or rather it is both. On® Bonl Worth More than Another, Again, it would be especially advantageous if a mighty work of grace started here because more representative men are in Washington than in any other city between the oceans. Os course there are accidents in politics, and occasionally there are men who get into the SenaTC and House of Representatives and other important places who are fitted for the positions in neither head nor heart, but this is exceptional and more exceptional now than in other days. There is not a drunkard in the national legislature, although there were times when Kentucky, Virginia, Delaware, Illinois, New York and Massachusetts had men. in Senate or House of Representatives who went maudlin or staggering drunk across those high places. Never nobler group of men sat in Senate or House of Representatives than sat there yesterday and will sit there to-morrow, while the highest judiciary, without exception, has now upon its bench meu beyond criticism for good morals and mental endowment. So in all departments of official position, with here and there an exception, are to-day the brainiest men and most honorable men of America. Now, suppose the Holy Ghost power should fall upon this city, and these men from all parts of America should suddenly become pronounced for Christ? Do you say the effect would be electrical? More than that! It would be omnipotent! Do you say that such learned and potent men are not wrought upon by religious influence? That shows that you have not observed what has been going on. Commodore Foote, representing the navy; Gen. Grant and Robert E. Lee. representing the northern and southern armies; Chief Justice Chase, representing the Supreme Court; the Frelinghuysens. Theodore and Frederick, representing the United States Senate; William Pennington and scores of others, representing the House of Representatives, have surrendered to that gospel which, before this winter is out, will in this capital of the American nation, if we are faithful in our prayers and exertions, turn into the kingdom of God men of national and international power, their tongues of eloquence becoming the tongues of tire iu another Pentecost. There'are on yonder hill those who, bjthe grace of God, will become John Knoxes and Chrysostoms and Fenelons and Bourdeleaus when once regenerated. ‘ There is an illusion I have heard iu prayer meetings and heard in pulpits that a soul is a soul —one soul worth as much as another. I deny it. The soul of a mau who can bring 1,000 or 10,000 other souls into the kingdom of God is wortli 1,000 or 10,000 times more than the soul of a mau who can bring no one into the kingdom. A great outpouring of the Holy Spirit in this capital, reaching the chief then of America, would be of more value to earth and heaven than in any other part of the nation, because it would reach all the States, cities, towns and- neighborhoods of the continent. Oh, for the outstretched right arm of God Almighty in the salvation of this capital! A Call to Repentance. Some of us remember 1857, when, at the close of the worst monetary distress this country has ever felt, compared with which the- hard times of *fhe last three years were a boom of prosperity, right on the heels of that complete prostration came an awakening in which 500,090 people were converted in different States of the Union. Do you know where one of its cnief poMvers was demonstrated? In Washington. Do you know on what street? This street. Do you knpvV in what church? This church. I picked up an old book a few days ago and was startled and thrilled and enchanted to read some words, written at that time by the Washington correspondent of a New York paper. He wrote: ‘“The First Presbyterian Church can scarce contain the people. Requests are daily preferred for an interest in the prayers offered, and the reading of these forms one of the tenderest and most effective features of the meetings. Particular pains are taken to disclaim and exclude everything like sectarian feeling. General astonishment is felt at the unexpected rapidity with which the work has thus far proceeded, and we are beginning to anticipate the necessity of opening another church.” Why, my hearers, hot have that again, and mote than that? There are many thousands more of inhabitants now than then. Besides that, since then are the telephone, with its semiominpresenee. and the swift cable car. for assembling the people. I believe that the mightiest revival of religion that this city has ever seen is yet to eeme, and the earth will’tremble from Capitoliue hill to the boundaries on all sides with the footsteps of Gffd as he comes to awaken and pardon and save these great populations. People of Washington, meet us next Thursday night at half past 7 o’clock to pray for this coming of the Holy Ghost—not for a Pentecostal 3,000. that I have referred to. but 30.000. Such a fire as .that would kindle a light that would be seen from the sledges crunching through the snows of Labrador to the Caribbean sea, where the whirlwinds are born. Let our cry be that of Habakkuk. the blank verso poet of the Bible: “O I.ord, revive work in the midst of the years; in // midst of the years makb known; in wrath remember mercy.” Let the battle cry be Washington for God, the United States for God. America for God, the world for God! We are all tired of skirmishing. Let us bring on a general engagement. We are tired of fishing with hook and line. With'one sweep of the’gospel net let us ta»ke in many thousands. This vast work must begin somewhere. Why not here? Some one must give the rallying cry. Why may not I. one of the Lord’s servants? By providential arrangement I am every week in sermonie communication with every city, towirand neighborhood of this country, and I now give the watchword to north and south arid east and west. Hear and see it, all people—this ca4l to a forward movement, this eall to repentance and faith, this call to a continental awakening! Work for the Nation’s Salvation. This generation tvill sopn be out of eight- Where are the mighty men of the * — -

r part who trod your Pennsylvania avenua and spake in yonder national legislature and decided the irtnpendems queetions of the supreme judicatory? Ask the sleepers in the Congressional cemetery. Ask the mausoleums all over the land. Their tongues are speechless, their eyes closed, their arms folded, their opportunities gone, their destiny fixed. How soon time prorogues parliaments, and adjourns senates, and disbands cnl>inet.s, and empties pulpits, and dismisses genenrubns! What we would do we must do quickly or not do at nil. I call upon people who cannot come forth from their sickbeds to implore the heavens in our behalf from their midnight pillows, and I call upon the aged who cannot, even by the help of their staff, enter the churches to spend their last days on earth in supplicating the salvation of this nation, and I call upon all men and women who have been in furnaces of trouble, as was Shadrach, and among lions, as was Daniel, and in dungeons of trouble, as was Jeremiah, to join in the prayer, and let the church of God everywhere Jay hold of the Almighty arm that moves nations. Then Senators of the United States wih announce to. the State legislatures that sent them here, and members of the House of Representatives will report to the congressional districts that elected them, and the many thousands of men and women now and here engaged in the many departments of national service will write home, telling nil sections of the country that the Lord is here, and that he is on the march for the redemption of America. Hallelujah, the Lord is coming! I hear the rumbling of his chariot wheels. I feel on tny cheeks the breath of the white horses that draw the Victor! I see the flash of his lanterns through the long night of the world’s sin and sorrow! A New Awakening, We want in this country, only on a larger scale, that which other centuries have seen of God’s workings, as in the ref-' ormatiem of the sixteenth century, when Martin Luther and Philip Melanchthon led on; as in the awakening of the seventeenth century, when Bunyan and Flavel and Baxter led 4>n; as in the awakening of the eighteenth century, when Tennant and Edwards and the Wesleys led on; as in the awakening of 1857, led on by Matthew Simpson, the seraphic Methodist, and Bishop Macllvaine, the ApostolicEpiscopalian, ami Albert Barnes, the consecrated Presbyterian, and others, just as good, in all denominations. Oh, will not some- of those glorious souls of the past come down and help us? Come down off your thrones, Nettleton and Finney and Daniel Baker and Edward Payson and Truman Osborne and Earle and Knapp and Inskip , and Archibald Alexander—that Alexander the Great of the Christian churches. Come down! How can you rest up there when the world is dying for lack of the gospel? Come down and agonize with us in prayer. Come down and help us preach iu our pulpits. Come down and inspire our courage and faith. Heaven can get along without yon better than we can. But more than all—and overwhelmed with reverent emotion we ask it—come, thou of rhe deeply dyed garments of Bozrah, traveling in the greatness of thy strength, mighty to save! Lord God of Joshua! Let the sun of this century stand still above Gibeon and the moon above the valley of Ajalon until we can whip out the five kings of hell, tumbling them down the precipices as the other five kings went over the rocks of Bethhorom. Ha, ha! It will so surely be done that 1 cannot restrain the laugh of triumph. Washington Needs a Revival. From where the seaweed is tossed on the beach by the stormy Atlantic to the sands laved by the quiet Pacific, this country will be Emanuel’s land, the work beginning at Washington, if we have the faith and holy push and the consecration requisite. First of all, we ministers must get right. That was a startling utterance of Mr. Swinnock when he said, “It is a doleful thing to fall into hell from under the pulpit; but, oh, how dreadful a thing to drop thither out of the pulpit.” That was an all suggestive thing that Paul wrote to the Corinthians, “Lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.” That was an inspiring motto with which Whitefield sealed all his letters, “We seek the stars.” Lord God! Wake up all our pulpits, and then it will be as when Venn preached, and .it was said that men fell before the word like slacked lime. Let us all. laymen and clergymen, to the work. What Washington wants most of all is an old-fashioned revival of religion, but on a vaster scale, so that the world will be compelled to say, as of old, “We never saw it oil this fashion.” But remember there is a human side as well as a divine side to a revival. Those of us brought up in the country know what is called “a raising” —the neighbors gathered together to lift the heavy frame for a new house after the timbers are ready to be put into their phicesT' It is dangerous work, and there are many accidents. The neighbors had gathered for such a raising, and the beams had all been fitted to their places except one, and that very heavy. That one, on the long pikes of the men, had almost reached its place, when something went wrong, and the meu could hoist it no higher. But if it did not go in its place it would fait back uixm themen who were lifting it. It had already begun to settle back The boss carpenter shouted: “Lift., men. or die! All together! Yo—heave!” With mightier push they tried to send the beam to its place, but failed. Still they held on. all the time their strength lessening. The wives and mothers and daughters stood in horror looking on. Then the boss carpenter shouted»to the women, “Come and help!" They came, and womanly arms became the arms of giants,' for they were lifting to save the lives of husbands and fathers and sons as well as their own. Then the! / f>oss carpenter mounted one of the beams riarni shouted: "Now! Altogether! Lift or diet Yo. heave!” And with a united effort that almost burst the blood the great beam went to its place, and a wild huzza was heard. That is the way it sometimes seems in the churches. Temples of righteousness are to be reared, but there is a halt, a stop, a cateh somewhere. A few are lifting all they can, but we want more hands at this raising and more hearts, more Christian men to help—aye. more Christian women to re-enforce. Ifi the work fail, it means the death of many souls.. All together! Men and women of God! Lift or die! The top stone must come to its place, "with shoutings of grace, grace unto it.” God is ready to do liis part. Are we ready to do our part? There is work not only for the knee of prayer, but for the shoulder of upheaval. The chief objection to the charity that begins at home is its extreme, domesticity, which prevents it from calling on any of its neighbors.