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CHAPTER XVl.—(Continued.) She reached the closet in time to enter close the door, though, in her haste, jshe made no attempt to fasten it, nor did Whe observe that a Persian scarf thrown carelessly over her shoulders had fallen {to the floor at. the moment of her en{tranrtt It was of a light though rich fabric/ with a deep embroidery of gold, iMhe sight of which was so tempting in the eyes of her pursuer, that he stopped and picked it up. This delay, trifling as it was, saved her. “Hold, on your peril!” exclaimed Harleigh, springing forward as the man was Bn the act of opening the door. ’ The inferior of the closet, however, presented precisely the same appearance as At had the preceding evening. The look of blank astonishment depicted on the ■countenance of each of the ruffians might <on a different occasion excite mirth; now, the predominating emotion in the mind of as well as of the Jew, who had described to him the retreat of Abi, how shared by Alice, though he had not mentioned the nhme of the latter, was one of devout thankfulness. *;■- “I should almost believe that my eyes had played me false, if it weren’t for this,” said Mat, holding up the scarf. : Meanwhile Skellum was eagerly examining the closet, to ascertain by what {means she had made her escape. “Let him satisfy himself,” said ' the <sew, seeing that Harleigh and the stranger regarded him with looks of impa- , tience. “There is no danger of his dis’covering the manner of her egress.” “If I hadn’t tried the thickness of these ■walls last night,” said Skellum, who soon gave up his search as hopeless, “I would ■try what a few well-aimed blows would do.” / “As the trial seems to have been satisfactory,” said Harleigh, “you may as well go now.” “And leave that scarf behind you,” said the stranger, addressing Mat, who was about to tie it round his waist. “We shall do neither thejme nor the other, unless we please,” said Skellum, answering both for himself and comrade. ‘That’s what we won’t,” said Mat. „- ,The stranger’s only answer to this was taking possession of the scarf, which he did with perfect ease, a feat that evidently raised him in the estimation of all three of the wretches, who had been inclined to believe that the conciliatory manner he had previously adopted toward them was the result of timidity, “You prefer to remain here a while longer?” said Harleigh, again addressing JShellum. he replied, sullenly, “and you taeedn’t trouble yourself about it if we do.” well,” said Harleigh. “We will, ''in the meantime, see what can be done to procure an escort for you.” “He means the police,” whispered Mat. Corkle then turned to Harleigh and the stranger and said: “There’s no use in trying to frighten us—that is no easy matter; but if the gentleman will be so obliging as to let us try how we shall feel with a few of those gold pieces he showed us in our pockets. I will go away quietly myself, and use my influence to persuade the others to follow my example.” “It is too late now,” said the stranger; *?[’m no longer in the vein. When I offered you gold, I didn’t take you for the miscreants you have proved yourselves to be. You have already annoyed these in- . offensive people with your presence, much too long—longer than this gentleman and myself would have permitted, had it not been that we felt indisposed to engage in a brawl with such fellows as you, especially beneath a peaceable and respectable Toof.” After having waited a minute or two, that they seemed disposed to maintain their ground, he made a sign to Mizar. The boy understood it, and at once prepared to obey. The ruffians, however, appeared to think it best to good their retreat, which they did, with muttered threats, among which the words, “We shall yet have our revenge; the old Jew doesn’t know what there is in store for him!” could be distinguished. After leaving the ship, as they passed a little dark court, of which the house and an outbuilding belonging to the Jew formed two of the sides, Corkle said in a whisper: “The dumb witness that lies there will make it go hard with the old Jew.” CHAPTER XVII. The stranger stood in the doorway till the sound of their receding footsteps had died away. He then, having closed the turned to Harleigh. “If 1 heard aright,” said he, “your name is Clarence Harleigh.” “That is my name.” <>. “And mine is Edward Elliston.” “One that I sha’n’t be likely soon to forget,” said Harleigh, cordially offering him his hand, “for it is to Edward Elliston that I owe my liberation from prison.” “I imagined,” said young Elliston, with . some embarrassment, “that after the pre- ■ Station which had been taken to prevent it,'the name of the person couldn’t transpire.” “I couldn’t suffer myself to be the recipient of a signal favor without making * ffort to discover the author of it,” replied Harleigh, “though, after all, I must •confess that it was revealed to me by what may be termed chance, rather than by any exertion of my own. But why should you wish to conceal what has made me so much your debtor?” “I hardly know, were I to attempt it, as X could offer any very logical reason for so doing, and will, therefore, only say that I was sincere in the wish that it should not be made known.” ■P-“You didn’t care to make my acquaint- ■ ance, is the only way I can interpret yotir ■ reluctance,” said Harleigh, smiling; “but ■ if you had any graver reason for wishing ■ to avoid, me, chance seems to have over-

ruled your intention by bringing us together at this time. Perhaps, however, you came here with the knowledge that a young girl under the protection of a lady by the name of Elliston, whom I suppose to be your mother, foimd refuge here last night from a crew of desperadoes?” “Am I so fortunate? I had consumed the whole day in vain efforts to trace her, and was returning home, thoroughly discouraged, when; on hearing the cries of „ the lad, I entered.” “I am already so much a debtor to you both,” said the Jew, who had thus far stood silently by, “that I can hardly venture to ask of you anything more; yet, if you could be persuaded to remain here till daybreak, we should feel comparatively safe. Will you permit me to send word to Abi, my granddaughter, and the young damsel who is with her, that I will bring with me two gentlemen, who have shown themselves to be our friends in the hour of need, to Spend an hour or two in their company?” It was a proposition which neither of > them, felt in a humor to decline, and Harleigh, having no suspicion that the “young damsel,” who had several times been alluded to by the Jew under that appellation, was Alice Dale, was not deterred from giving his consent on account of the promise exacted by Mr. 'Walworth. When the door was thrown open, which disclosed an apartment such as, in splendor, might have been supposed to compare with those of Aladdin’s palace, they were both surprised. Harleigh, who was in advance of Elliston, stepped back, that he might enter before him. “The meeting of friends should precede that of strangers,” said he. Elliston, not knowing exactly how to construe this, hesitated a moment, but finding that Harleigh still held {back, he entered the room, saying, as he did so, something about the greater pleasure being reserved for the last, the meaning of which was, of course, enigmatical to Harleigh. Alice, the moment Edward Elliston stepped inside the door, rose and went forward to meet him. “After all my fears, then, to the contrary,” said she, “your mother received the billet I sent her this morning?” “No; we hadn’t received a single word of intelligence in any shape Whatever. My finding you here was entirely unexpected.” Harleigh was so surprised at seeing her, whom he thought so far distant, and in the midst of a scene of so much magnificence, that he was almost inclined to doubt the evidence of his own senses, all the doubts and misgivings which Mildred Dacres and Falkland had succeeded in inspiring him, as respected the constancy of Alice, were, for the time being, forgotten. ~ x As he stood behind Edward Elliston, Alice did not at first see him, and when, as if suddenly roused from a dream, he stepped forward, she, too, forgot' that the machinations of Falkland and Mildred must have given him cause to distrust her. Her heartfelt joy at seeing him went far to remove many of those doubts he had been unable to overcome. When the surprise and excitement of the meeting between her and Harleigh had somewhat subsided, the thoughts of Alice reverted to the opal. Possibly, Harleigh might not know that she had lost it. At any rate, she felt determined to seek an opportunity to tell him all she herself knew respecting its loss. While these thoughts were yet in her mind, the Jew, taking it from a small casket, handed it to Harleigh. r “Your motive in calling this evening,” said he, “was to examine it. You may not find a better opportunity than the present.” < As Harleigh took it, he could not forbear looking towards Alice, but though her color heightened, her eyes, which for a moment met his, did not droop. Having examined it, Harleigh returned it without speaking. “You find it to be the same once in your possession?” said the Jew. “Yes.” Alice, who had been attentively watching him, saw that a Shadow was resting • on Harleigh’s brovf. Rising precipitately from the divan, where she was sitting by ■ the side of Abi, she approached him. 1 “You knew that I had lost that opal before you came here this evening—did you not?” she inquired. “I knew that you had parted with it;” . he replied, gravely. “You couldn’t think that I gave it to ■ Falkland?” “He said so, and publicly, too.” “And you believed him?” v Her voice faltered, for in confirmation of her words, the expression of his countenance every moment grew graver and i more stern. She paused a short time to ; recover herself, and then with an earnestness and directness that made every word tell, she related those incidents connected with, the loss of the opal, as far as they were known to herself. Her voice, her countenance, her manner, all conspired to give what she said the stamp of truth. “Are you satisfied?” said she, with a smile, when she had finished. She hardly would have ventured to ask this question, had she not seen by the clearing away of the clouds that had darkened his brow, the Import of what she might expect for an answer. “I am not only satisfied,” he replied, “but am heartily ashamed of having i wronged you by paying the slightest heed to those who attempted to deceive me. I , have only to ask your forgiveness.” “Which is quite unnecessary, as you know that I am not one of those who : hoid’ malice. * And nbw I have a request to make.” “Before you name it, I promise that ■ it shall be granted.” “It is only that you will not seek to ; deprive Abi, who has been very kind to me, of the rare and costly gem, which,

WUVU JVU tv IV IXIC, A luvuguv tv tain as long as I lived; for her claim to it is stronger and still more sacred than mine.” “It was my he replied,'“to purchase it of the Jew and restore it to you.” “You cannot doubt the pleasure Its restoration would give me under different circumstances; but the opal belonged to Abi’s mother. It was her last gift to her child.” ® “And for this reason she Values it?” “I cannot describe to you how much.” <. “It would be next to sacrilege, then, to take it from her.” In the meantime, the Jew and Edward Elliston, who were seated at top great a distance from Harieigh and Alice hear what passed between them, were busily engaged in conversation., Elliston’s attention, however, was not so entirely absorbed as to prevent him from seeing that Abi not only very beautiful, but that she bore a striking resemblance to a gentleman he once saw at his mother’s residence, some six or seven years previously. Had it been twice that time, the impression his looks and appearance made on bis mind was so deep and vivid that it still must have remained in all its original freshness. Her eyes, he particularly noticed, had -not the “dazzling sparkle of the Jewish, or Italian black.” When she raised them suddenly he saw that they were full of the same brilliant, glorious light of those of the gentleman in question, and made him seem to his youthful imagination as if belonging to a superior order of beings. Edward Elliston had never till now seen a young girl who appeared to him at all comparable with Alice. He even imagined that he fell in love with her at first sight. The truly noble, and generous traits of his character were, hence, placed in a strong light, when, to save her from the pain and anxiety which aknowledge of Harleigh’s imprisonment would have caused her, he secretly effected his release. He now began strongly to suspect that he had been deceived as to the nature of his sentiments towards Alice, and that, compared with those with which the beautiful and fascinating Abi had inspired him, they might with more propriety be placed in the category with those that bear a closer affinity to what may be termed a brotherly regard. Before Alice had resumed her seat on the divan, Elliston found opportunity to inquire of her if she had heard Abi mention her father. “Several times,” was her answer. “He is not now living.” “Did she tell you his name?” “Yes; Charles Rushton.” “And that was all she said about him?” “No; she told me that he wasn’t a Jew, and that, after her mother’s decease, he lived mostly on the continent.” Elliston repeated the name to himself. He was certain that he had heard his mother mention it more than once, though she had always refused to tell him the name of the handsome stranger who had so strongly excited his curiosity and made so deep an impression on his mind. Time passed away so pleasantly that when, after an absence of a few minutes, the Jew returned to the room and told them that the morning was breaking, all present heard the announcement with as much surprise as regret. Harleigh and Elliston rose. They must no- longer delay their departure. “Your uncle,” said Harleigh, addressing Alice, “will forgive us this involuntary meeting.” “Which must not be made a pretext,” said she, “to break the promise he exacted.” Before Harleigh had time to reply they were joined by Edward Elliston. “I will hasten home,” said he to Alice, “and will return in my mother’s carriage by the time it is light, as far as the next street, to which, as the Jew informs me, you can obtain ready access, by means of a gate back of the house.” (To be continued.) GROWS LIKE UNTO A GOURD. Rapid Development of Oklahoma in Wealth and Industry. Really no State or territory can show a record of growth In the past decade that compares in any way with that of Oklahoma. That territory came into being one fine spring day eleven years ago, when at a signal that the promised land was open there was a rush of boomers that has never been equaled or surpassed. Eastern visitors who were in the southwest at the time found everybody talking Oklahoma, and thousands making their way thither, some in trains, others in wagons and not a few on foot. There was such an Oklahoma fever on that conservative Easterners were prepared to accept the prediction often heard in Texas at that time that Oklahoma, born in a boom, would collapse with the inevitable subsidence of the excitement. But Oklahoma did nothing of the kind. It has now a population of 398,245, which is 55,000 more than Vermont has and more than double Delaware’s population. There are 79,000 more people in Oklahoma than there are in North Dakota. New Hampshire has but 13,000 more inhabitants than Oklahoma. Oklahoma remains a territory, while Idaho, with 161,771 inhabitants, is a sovereign State. Oklahoma has 155,000 more inhabitants than Montana and more than nine times as many people as Nevada. Moreover, Oklahoma has a very “solid” population which goes in for public schools and banks, which is industrious and thrifty. Oklahoma’s claim to admission as a State cannot much longer be denied. Probably the delay is in some measure due to Oklahoma’s own desire for some agreement with Indian territory by which the two shall be consolidated as a State of powerful proportions in area, population and resources.—Boston Transcript. o - Interesting. “Did you have an interesting literary club meeting, Alice?” “Oh, yes; every woman there was working on a new pattern of Battenberg lact*.-”—lndianapolis Journal. In many nations it has been believed that an individual bitten by a dog cure himself by placing three of the dog’s hairs .on the wound. The Idea Is expressed in the English proverb, “The hair of tie dog is good for the bite.”

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(Copyright, Louis Klopsck, 1901.) SN this discourse Dr. Talmage shows the Messianic sacrifices for the saving of all nations and speaks of Gethsemane as it appeared to him; text, I. Corinthians vi., 20, “Ye are bought with a price.” Your friend takes you through his valuable house. You examine the arches, the frescoes, the grass plots, the fish ppnds, the conservatories, the parks of deer, and you say within yourself or you say aloud, “What did all this cost?” l r ou see a costly diamond flashing in an earring, or you hear a costly dress rustling across the drawing room, or you see a high mettled span of horses harnessed with silver and gold, and you begin to make an estimate of the value. The man who owns a large estate cannot instantly tell you all it is worth. He says, “I will estimate so much for the house, so much for the furniture, so much for laying out the grounds, so much for the stock, so much for the barn, so much for the equipage, adding up in all making this aggregate.” Well, my friends, I hear so much about our mansion in heaven, about its furniture and the grand surroundings, that I want to know how much it is all worth and what has actually been paid for it. I cannot complete in a month nor a, year the magnificent calculation, but before I get through to-day I hope to give you the figures. “You are bought with a price.” "With some friends I went the Tower of London to look at the crown jewels. We walked around, caught one glimpse of them and, being in the procession, were compelled to pass out. I wish that I could take'this audience into the tower of God’s mercy and strength, that you might walk around just once at least and see the crown jewels of eternity, behold their,? brilliance and estimate their value. “Ye are bought with a price.” Now, if you have a large amount of money to pay you do not pay it all at once, but you pay it by installments—so much the Ist of January, so much the Ist of April, so much the Ist of July, so much the Ist of October, until the entire amount is paid, and I have to tell this audience that “you have been bought with a price,” and that the price was paid in different installments. The first installment paid for the clearance of our souls was the ignominious birth of Christ in Bethlehem. Though we may never be carefully looked after afterward, our advent into the world is carefully guarded. We come into the world amid kindly attentions. Privacy and silence are afforded when God launches an immortal soul into the world. Even the roughest of men know enough to stand back. But I have to tell you that in the village on the side of the hill there was a very bedlam of uproar when Jesus was born. In a village capable of accommodating bnly a few hundred people many thousand people were crowded, and amid hostlers and muleteers and camel drivers yelling at stupid beasts of burden the Messiah appeared. No silence. No privacy. A better adapted place hath the eaglet in the eyrie, hath the wmhelp in the lions’ lair. The exile of heaven lieth down upon straw. The first night out from the palace of heaven spent in an outhouse. One hour after laying aside the robes Os heaven dressed in a wrapper of coarse linen. One would have supposed that Christ would have made a more gradual descent, coming from heaven first to a half way world of great magnitude, then to Caesar’s palace, then to a merchant’s castle in Galilee, then to a private honfe in Bethany, then to a fisherman’s hut and last of all to a stable. No! It was one leap from the top to the bottom. Bringing Glad TidingsLet us open the door of the caravansary in Bethlehem and drive away the camels. Pass on through the group of idlers and loungers. What, O Mary, no light? “No light,” she says, “save that which comes through the door.” What Mary, no food? ’“None,” she says, “only that which was brought in the sack on the journey." Let the Bethlehem woman who has come in here with kindly attentions put back the covering from the babe that we may look upon it Look! Look! Uncover your head. Let us kneel. 1 Let all voices be hushed. Son of Mary! Son of God! Child of a day! Monarch of ; eternity! In that eye the glance of a God. Omnipotence sheathed in that Babe’s arm. That voice to be changed from the feeble plaint to the tone that shall wake the dead. Hosanna! Hosan- ' na! Glory to God that Jesus came from throne to manger that we might rise from manger to throne, and that all the gates are open, and that the door of heaven i that once swung this way to let Jesus out now swings the other way to let us in. Let all the bellmen of heaven lay hold the rope and ring out the news, “Behold, ' I bring you glod tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people, for to-day is born in the city of David a \ Saviour, which is Christ the Lord!” . The second installment paid for our soul’s clearance was the scene in Quarantania, a mountainous region, full of caverns, where are to-day panthers and wild beasts of all sorts, so that you must now go there armed with knife or gun or pistol. It was there that Jesus went to ■ think and to pray, and it was there that this monster of hell—more sly, more terrible, than anything that prowled in that country—satan himself, met Christ. The rose in the cheek of Christ—that Publius Lentullus, in his letter to the man senate, ascribed to Jesus—that rose had scattered its petals. Abstinence from food had thrown him into emaciation. A long abstinence form food recorded in. profane history is that of the crew of the ship Juno. For twenty-three days they had nothing to eat. But this I sufferer had fasted a month and ten days before he broke fast. Hunger must I have agonized every fiber of the body and I gnawed on the stomach with teeth ol I death. The thought of a morsel of bread

or meat must have thrilled the body with something l Hire ferocity. Turn out a pack of men hungry as Christ was a-hungered, and if they had strength with one yell they would devour you as a kid. It was in that pang of hunger that Jesus was accosted, and satan said, “Now change these stones, which look like bread, into an actuaU9tipply of bread.” Had the temptation come to yon and me under those circumstances we would have cried, “Bread it shall be!” and been almost impatient at the time taken for mastication, but Christ with one hand beat back the hunger and with the other hand beat back the monarch of darkness. Oye 1 tempted ones! Christ was tempted. We are told that Napoleon ordered a coat of mail made, but he was not quite certain that it was impenetrable, so he said to the manufacturer of the coat of mail, “Put it on now yourself and let us try it.” And with shot after shot from his own pistol the emperor found out that it was just what it pretended to be, a good coat of mgil. Then the man received a large reward. V I bless God that the same coat of mail that struck back the weapons of temptation from the head oi Christ we may now all wear, for Jesus comes and says: “I have been tempted, and I know what it is to be tempted. Take this robe that defended me and wear it for yourselves. I shall see you through all trials, and I ' shall see you through all temptation.” The Temptation of Jesus. “But,” says satan still further to Jesus, “come, and I will show you something { worth looking at.” And after a half day’s journey they came to Jerusalem and to . the top of the temple. Just as one might { go up in the tower of Antwerp and look off upon Belgium, so satan brought ' Christ to the top of the temple. Some people at a great height feel dizzy and a { strange disposition to jump. So satan comes to Christ in that very crisis. Stand- ' ing there at the top of the temple, they looked off. A magnificent reach of country. Grain fields, vineyards, olive groves, . forests and streams, cattle in the valley, flocks on the hills and villages and cities ’ and realms. “Now,” says satan, “I’ll make a bargain. Just jump off. I know { it is a great way from the top of the { temple to the valley, but if you are divine t you can fly. Jump off. It won’t hurt you. I Angels will catch you. Your Father will hold you. Besides, I’ll make you a large , present if you will. I’ll give you Asia Minor, I’ll give you China, I’ll give you > Ethiopia, I’ll give you Italy, I’ll give you { Spain, I’ll give you Germany, I’ll give you Britain, I’ll give you all the world." , What a temptation it must have been! ' Go to-morrow morning and get in an s altercation with some wretch crawling . up from a gin cellar in the lowest part of t your city. “No,” you say, “I would not [ bemean myself by getting into such a contest.” Then think of what the King of . heaven and earth endured when he came , down and fought the great wretch of hell ( and fought him in the wilderness and on , top of the temple. But bless God that in i the triumph over temptation Christ gives > us the assurance that we also shall tri- . umph. Having himself been tempted, he I is able to succor all those who are tempt- . ed - x In a violent storm at sea the mate told x a boy—for the rigging had become enj tangled in the mast—to go up and right r it. A gentleman standing on the deck . said: “Don’t send that boy up. He will . be dashed to death.” r The mate said, “I j know what lam about.” The boy raised . his hat in recognition of the order and 1 then rose hand over hand and went to work, and as he swung in the storm the passengers wrung their hands and t expected to see him fait The work done, , he came down in safety, and a Christian } man said to him, “Why did you go down x in the forecastle before you went up?” c “Ah,” said the boy, “I w.ent down to I pray! My mother always taught me 1 before I undertook anything great to 5 pray.” “What is that you have in your r vest?” “Oh, that is the New Testament!” t he said. “I thought I would carry it ( with me if I really did go overboard.” ( How well the boy was protected! I care i not how great the height or how vast x the depth, with Christ within us and j Christ beneath us and Christ above us and Christ all around us nothing can befall us in the way of harm. Christ him- _ self, having been in the tempest, will de--3 liver all those who put their trust in him. f Blessed be his glorious name forever. j The Ag-ony at Gethsemane. t The third installment paid for our ret demption was the agonizing prayer in f Gethsemane. As I sat in that garden at i the foot of an old gnarled and twisted i olive tree the historic scene came upon - me overwhelmingly. These old olive trees B are the lineal descendants of those under j which Christ .stood and wept and knelt. . Have the leaves of whole botanical gen- ! erations told the story of our Lord’s agf ony to their successors? Next to Cali vary the solemnest place in Palestine is t Gethsemane. While sitting there it seemi ed as if I could hear our Lord’s prayer, t laden with sobs and groans. Can this - be the Jesus who gathered fragrance i from the frankincense brought to his i cradle and from the lilies that flung their s sweetness into, his sermons and from the i box of alabaster that broke at his feet? t Is this Jesus the comforter of Bethany, . the resurreetor of Nain, the oculist at j Bethsaida? Is this the Christ whose , frown is the storm, whose smile is the , sunlight, the spring morning his breath, s the thunder his voice, the ocean a drop on ■, the tip of his finger, heaven a sparkle on the bosom of his love, the universe the r dust of his chariot wheel? Is- this the - Christ who is able to heal a heartbreak - or hush a tempest or drown a world or 1 flood immensity with his glory? Behold v him in prayer, the globules of blood by sorrow pressed through the skin of his o forehead! What an installment in part t payment of the greatest price that was - ever paid! t The fourth installment paid for our redemption was the Saviour’s sham trial, t I call it a sham trial—there has never been anything so indecent or unfair in e any criminal court as was witnessed at e the trial of Christ. Why, they hustled i- him into the court room at 2 o’clock in i- the morning. They gave him no time for e counsel. They gave him no opportunity e for subpoenaing witnesses. The ruffians s who were wandering around through the n midnight, of course they saw th?‘arrest it and went into the court room. But Jesus’ d friends were sober- men, were respectable >f men, and at that hour,-2 o’clock in the d morning, of course they were at home

Oh, look at him' No one tp speak « word for him. I lift the lantern until I can look into his face, and as my heart beats in sympathy for this, the best friend the world ever had, himself how utterly friendless, an officer of the court room comes up and smites him in th® mouth, and I see the blood stealing from ghm and lip. Oh, it was a farce of a trial, lasting only perhaps an hour, and then the judge rises for sentence! Stop! It is against the law to give sentence unless there has been an adjournment of the court between condemnation and sentence, but what cares the judge for th® law? “The man has no friends. Let him die,” says the judge. And the ruffians ; outside the rail cry: “Aha, aha, that’s what we want! Pass him out here to us! Away with him! Away with him!” The Divine Sympathizer. Oh, I bless God that amid all the injustice that may have been inflicted upon us in this world we have a divin® sympathizer. The world cannot lie about you nor abuse you as much as they did Christ, and Jesus stands to-day in everj court room, in every house, in every store, and says: “Courage! By all my hours of maltreatment and abuse-I will protect those who are trampled upon.” And when Christ forgets that 2 o’clock morning scene' and the stroke of the ruffian on the mouth and the howling of the unwashed crowd then he will forget you and me in the injustices of life that may be inflicted upon us. Further I remark: The last great installment paid for our redemption was the demise of Christ. The world has seen many dark days. Many summers ago there was a very dark day when th® sun was eclipsed. The fowl at noonday went to their perch, and we felt a gloom as we looked at the astronomical wonder. It was a dark day in London when the plague was at its height, ana the dead with uncovered faces were taken in open carts and dumped in th® trenches. It was a dark day when th® earth opened and Lisbon sank, but th® darkest day since the creation of th® world was when the carnage of Calvary was enacted. / It was about noon when the curtain began to be drawn. It was not the coming on of a night that soothes and refreshes. It was the swinging of a great gloom all around the heavens. God hung it. As when there is a dead one in the house yo€ bow the shutters or turn the lattice, so God in the afternoon shut the windows of the world. As it is appropriate to throw; a black pall upon the coffin as it passes along, so it was appropriate that everything should be somber that day as th® great hearse of the earth rolled on, bearing the corpse of the King. A m«n’s last hours are ordinarily kept sacred. However you may have hated or caricatured a man, when you hear he is dying silenc® puts its hands on your lips, and you would have a loathing for the man who could stand by a deathbed making faces and scoffing. But Christ in his last home cannot be left alone. What, pursuing him yet after so long a pursuit? You have been drinking his tears. Do yon want to drink his blood? They come up closely, so that notwithstanding the darkless they can glut their revenge with th® contortions of his countenance. They examine his feet. They want to feel for themselves whether those feet are really spiked. They put out their hands and touch the spikes and bring them back wet with blood and wipe them on their garments. Women stand there and weep, but can do no good. It is no place for the tender hearted women. It wants a heart that crime has turned into granite. The waves of mgn’s hatred and of hell ? ’A vengeance dash up against the mangled feet, and the hands of sin and paih and torture clutch for his holy heart. Had he not been thoroughly fastened to the cross they would have tom him down and trampled him with both feet. How th® - cavalry horses arched their necks and v champed their bits and reared and snuffed at the blood! Had a Roman officer called on t for a light, his voice would not have been heard in the tumult, but louder than the clash of spears, and the wailing of womanhood, and the neighing of the chargers, and the bellowing of th® crucifiers, there comes a voice crashing through—loud, clear, overwhelming, terrific. It is the groaning of the dying Son of God! Look, what a scene! Look, world, at what you have done! Christ on the Cross. I lift the covering from the maltreated Christ to let you count the wounds and estimate the cost. Oh, when the nails went through Christ’s right hand and through Christ’s left hand that bought your hands, with all their power to work and lift and write! When the nails went through Christ’s right foot and Christ’s left foot, that bought your feet, with all their power to walk or run or climb. When the thorn went into Christ’s temple, that bought your brain, with all its power to think and plan. When the spear cleft Christ’s side, that bought your heart, with all its power to love and repent and pray. To-day we come with the gospel searching for your soul. We apply the cross of Christ first to see whether there is any life left in you, while all around the people stand, looking to see whether the work will be done, and the angels of God bend down and witness, and, oh, if now we could see only one spark of love and hope and faith we would send up a shout that would be heard on the battlements of heaven, and two worlds would keep jubilee because communication is open between Christ and the soul, and your nature that has been sunken in sin has been lifted into the light and the joy of the gospel. Sympathy.—Any one who walks i along the streets with an eye for any : but bis own troubles must have noticed the multitude of people there are whose faces show the signs of disappointment. In many cases no heart J but their own knows their troubles, . and. they have no idea that God cares for them. It was Christ’s appreciation -of and sympathy for men and their se- . eret troubles that gave him his hold up- ' on the world.—Rev. Dr. Parkhurst, ‘ Presbyterian, New York City. Sanctity of the State.—The doctrine : of the sanctity of the State Is the most r dearly bought wisdom of human his--5 tory. If the present officers of Kan--5 sas will not enforce the laws, let the officers be impeached and removed; if , possible. Bleeding Kansas should > learn the lesson of self -control.—Rev. i S. G. Smith, St Paul, Wk ; ■ ; -v w ■ --si jasi