Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 16 August 1897 — Page 3

THE DAILY BANNER TIMES. GREEN CASTLE, INDIANA.

ALMAGE’S sermon.

ACNETISM OF CHRIST LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. Toni the Following Text: "III* >«»■«’ all Ur Culleil Womlrrf»l"— ,aptrr IX. Vrr.r 6—An I nmual of t**« Savior.

HE prophet lived in a dark time. For some three thousand years the world had been setting worse. Kingdoms had arisen and perished. As the captain of a vessel in distress sees relief coming across the water, so he prophet, amid the stormy times in Uich he lived, put the telescope of rophecy to his eye, and saw, seven and red and fifty years ahead, one esus advancing to the rescue. 1 want 0 show that when Isaiah called Christ he Wonderful, he spoke wisely. in most houses there is a picture of hrist. Sometimes it represents him •ith face effeminate; sometimes with a ace despotic. I have seen ^West's ;rand sketch of the rejection of Christ; have seen the face of Christ as cut n an emerald, said to be by command f Tiberius Caesar; and yet I am coninced that 1 shall never know how esus looked until, on that sweet Sabjath morning. 1 shall wash the last leep from my eyes in the cool river of leaven. I take up this book of divine holographs, and I look at I.uke s ketch, at Mark's sketch, at John s ketch, and at Paul's sketch, and I say, Kvith Isaiah, “Wonderful!” I think that you are all interested In he story of Christ. You feel that he kg the only one who can help you. You [have unbounded admiration for the ommander who helped his passengers ashore while he himself perished, but have you no admiration for him who [rescued our souls, himself falling back into the waters from which he had

aved us?

Christ was wonderful in the mag-

netism of his person.

After the battle of Antletam. when a general rode along the lines,although the soldiers were lying down exhausted, they rose with great enthusiasm and [huzzaed. As Napoleon returned from his captivity, his first step on the wharf [shook all the kingdoms, and two hundred and fifty thousand men joined his .standard. It took three thousand (troops to watch him in his exile. So (there have been men of wonderful magnetism of person. Hut hear me while 1 tell you of a poor young man who ?ame up from Nazareth to produce a hrill such as has never been excited jy any other. Napoleon had around kim the memories of Austerlitz and Jeta. and Badajos; but here was a man ivho had fought no battles; who wore no epaulettes; who brandished no [sword. He is no titled man of the schools, for he never went to school. He had probably never seen a prince, or shaken hands with a nobleman. The only extraordinary person we know of as being in his company was his own mother, and she was so poor that in [the most delicate and solemn hour that lever comes to a woman's soul she w r as obliged to lie down amid camel drivers grooming the beasts of burden. I imagine Christ one day standing in the streets of Jerusalem. A man descended fr<#m high lineage is standing beside him, and says. “My father was a merchant prince; he had a castle on the beach at Galilee. Who was your father?” Christ answers, “Joseph, the carpenter.” A man from Athens is standing there unrolling his parchment of graduation, and says to Christ. “Where did you go to school?” Christ answers, “I never graduated.” Aba! the idea of such an unheralded young man attempting to command the attention of the world! As well some little fishing village on Long Island shore attempt to arraign New York. Yet no sooner does he set his foot in the towns or cities of Judea than everything is in commotion. The people go out on a picnic, taking only food enough for the day. yet are so fascinated with Christ that, at the risk of starving, they follow him out into the wilderness. A nobleman falls down flat before him, and says, “My daughter is dead.” A beggar tries to rub the dimness from his eyes and says, “Lord, that my eyes may be opened.” A poor, sick, panting woman pressing through the crowd, says, “I must touch the hem of his garment.” Children, who love their mother better than any one else, struggle to get into his arms, and to kiss his I'heek, and to run their fingers through his hair, and for all time putting Jesus so in love with the little ones that there is hardly a nursery in Christendom from which he does not take one, saying, “I must have them; I will fill heaven with these; for every cedar that I plant in heaven I will have fifty white lilies. In the hour when I was a poor man in Judea they were not ashamed of me, and now that I have come to a throne I do not despise them. Hold it not back, oh, weeping mother; lay it on my warm heart. Of such is the kingdom of heaven.” What is this coming down the road’ A triumphal procession. He is seated, not in a chariot, but on an ass; and yet the people take off their coats and throw them in the way. Oh, what a ^me Jesus made among the children, among the beggars, among the fishermen, among the philosophers! You may boast of self-control, but If you had seen him you would have put your arms around his neck and said, “Thou

art altogether lovely.”

Jesus was wonderful in the opposites and seeming antagonisms of his nature.

You want things logical and consistent, and you say, “How could Christ be God and man at the same time?" John says Christ was the Creator: “All things were made by him, and without him was nm anything made." Matthew scys that he was omnipresent: "Where two or three are met together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." Christ declares his own eternity: "I am Alpha and Omega.” How can he be a lion, under his foot crushing kingdoms, and yet a lamb licking the hand that slays him? At what point do the throne and the manger touch? If Christ was God, why flee into Egypt? Why not stand his ground? Why, instead of bearing a cross, not lift up his right hand and crush his assassins? Why stand and be spat upon? Why sleep on the mountain, when he owned the palaces of eternity? Why catch fish for his breakfast on the beach in the chill morning, when all the pomegranates are his. and all the vineyards his, and all the cattle his, and all the partridges his? Why walk when weary, and his feet stone bruised, when he might have taken the splendors of the sunset for his equipage, and moved with horses and chariots of fire? Why beg a drink from the wayside, when out of the crystal chalices of eternity lie poured the Euphrates, the Mississippi, and the Amazon, anil dipping his hand in the fountains of heaven, and shaking that hand over the world, from the tips of his fingers dripping the great lakes and the oceans? Why let the Roman regiment put him to death, when he might have ridden down the sky followed by all the cavalry of heaven, mounted on white horses of

eternal victory?

You can not understand. Who can? You try to confouud me. 1 am confounded before you speak. Paul said it was unsearchable. He went climbing up from argument to argument, and from antithesis to antithesis, and from glory to glory, and then sank down in exhaustion as he saw far above him other heights of divinity unsealed, and exclaimed, “that in all things he might have the pre-eminence." Again: Christ was wonderful in his teaching. The people had been used to formalities and technicalities; Christ upset all their notions as to how preaching ought to lie done. There was this peculiarity about his preaching, thcpeople knew what hr meant. His illustrations were taken from the hen calling her chickens together; from salt, from candles, from fishing tackle, from tlu hard creditor collaring a debtor. How few pulpits of this day would have allowed him entrance? He would have been called undignified and familiar in his style of preaching. And yet the people went to hear him. Those old Jewish rabbis might have preached on the sides of Olivet fifty years and never got an audience. The philosophers sneered at his ministrations and said, “This will never do!” The lawyers caricatured, but the common people heard him gladly. Suppose you that there were any sleepy people in his audiences? Suppose you that any woman who ever mixed bread was ignorant of what he meant when lie compared the kingdom of heaven with leaven or yeast? Suppose you that the sunburned fishermen, with the fishscales upon their hands, were listless when he spoke of the kingdom of heaven as a net? We spend three years In college studying ancient mythology, and three years in the theological seminary learning how to make a sermon, and then we go out to save the world; and if we can not do it according to Claude's “Sermonizing,” or Blair’s “Rhetoric," or Kamos' "Criticism,” we will let the world go to perdition. If we save nothing else, *e will save Claude and Blair. We see a wreck in sight. We must go out and save the crew and passengers. We wait until we get on our fine eap and coat, and find our shining oars, and then we push out methodically and scientifically, while some plain shoresman, in rough fishing smack, and with broken oar lock, goes out and gets the crew and passengers, and brings them ashore in safety. We throw down our delicate oars and say, "What a ridiculous thing to save men in that way! You ought to have done it scientifically and beautifully.” "Ah!” says the shoresman, "if these sufferers had waited until you got out your fine boat, they would have gone to the

bottom.”

The work of a religious teacher is to save men; and though every law of grammar should be snapped in the undertaking, and there be nothing but awkwardness and blundering in the mode, all hail to the man who saves a

soul.

Christ, in his preaching, was plain, earnest and wonderfully sympathetic We cannot dragoon men into heaven. We cannot drive them in with the buttend of a catechism. We waste our time in trying to citch flies with acids instead of the sweet honeycomb of the Gospel. We try to make crab-apples do the work of pomegranates. Again: Jesus was wonderful in his sorrows. The sun smote him, and the cold chilled him, the rain pelted him. thirst parched him, and hunger exhausted him. Shall I compare his sorrow to the sea? No; for that is sometimes hushed into a calm. Shall I cornpar it with the night? No; for that sometimes gleams with Orion, or kindles with Aurora. If one thorn should be thrust through your temple you would faint. But here is a whole crown made from the Rhamnus of Spina Christl—small, sharp, stinging thorns. The mob makes a cross. They put down the long beam and on It they fasten a shorter beam. Got him at last. Those hands,that have been doing kindnesses and wiping away tears—hear the hammer driving the spikes through them. Those feet, that have been going about on ministrations of mercy-

battered against the cross. Then they lift it up. Look! look! look! Who will help him now? Come, men of Jerusalem—ye whose dead he brought to life; ye whose sick he healed; who will help him? Who will seize the weapons of the soldiers? None to help! Having carried such a cross for us, shall we refuse to take our cross for him? Shall Jesus bear the cross alone.

And all the world go free?

No; there's a cross for everyone,

And there's a cross for me.

You know the process of Ingrafting. You bore a hole in a tree, and put In the branch of another tree. This tree of the cross was hard and rough, but into the holes where the nails went there have been grafted branches of the S Tree of Life that now bear fruit for : all nations. The original tree was bitter, but the branches ingrafted were ; sweet, and now all the nations pluck 1

the fruit and live for ever.

Again: Christ was wonderful in his

victories.

First—over the forces of nature. The sea is a crystal sepulchre. It swallowed the Central America, the President, and the .Spanish Armada as easily as any fly that ever floated on It. The Inland lakes are fully as terrible in their wrath. Galilee, when aroused in a storm is overwhelming, and yet that sea crouched in his presence and licked his feet. He knew all the waves and winds. When he beckoned they came. When he frowned, they fled. The heel of his foot made no indentation on the solidified water. Medical science has wrought great changes in rheumatic limbs and diseased blood, but when the muscles are entirely withered no human power can restore them, and when a limb is ore’ dead, it is dead. But here is a paralytic his hand lifeless. Christ says to him, "Stretch forth thy

hand!” and he stretches it forth.

In the Eye Infirmary, liow r many diseases of that delicate organ have been i cured! But Jesus says to one born blind, "Be open!" and the light of heaven rushes through gates that have never before been opened. The frost j or an axe may kill a tree, but Jesus

smites one dead jvith a word.

Chemistry can do many wonderful things, but wli it chemist, at a wedding, when the refreshments gnve out, could change a pail of water into a cask of

wine?

What human voice could command a school of fish? Yet here is a voice that marshals the scaly tribes, until in the place where they had let down the net and pulled it up with no fish in it, they let it down again, and the disciples lay hold and begin to pull, when, by reason of the multitude of fish, the net brake. Nature is his servant. The flowers— he twisted them into his sermons; the winds—they were his lullaby when lie slept in the boat; the rain—it hung glittering on the thick foliage of the parables; the star of Bethlehem—it sang a Christmas carol over his birth; the rocks—they beat a dirge at his

death.

Behold his victory over the grave! The hinges of the family vault become very rusty because they are never opened except to take another in. There is a knot) on the outside of the sepulchre, but none on the inside. Here comes the Conqueror of Death. He enters that realm and says. "Daughter of Jairus, sit up;” and she sat up. To Lazarus. "Come forth;” and he c.nne forth. To the widow's son he said, "Get i up from that bier," and lie goes home with his mother. Then Jesus snatched up the keys of death, and hung them to his girdle, and cried until all the grave-yards of the earth heard him, “O Death! 1 will be thy plague! O Grave! I will bo thy destruction!”

It is a beautiful moment when two persons who have pledged each other, heart and hand, stand in church, and have the banns of marriage proclaimed. Father and mother, brothers and sisters stand around the altar. The minister of Jesus gives the counsel; the ring is set, earth and heaven witness it; the organ sounds, and amid many congratulations they start out on the path of life together. Oh that this might be your marriage day! Stand up, immortal soul. The Beloved comes to get bis betrothed. Jesus stretches forth his hand and says, “I will love thea with an everlasting love," and you respond, “My Beloved is mine, and I am his.” I put your hand in his. henceforth lie one. No trouble shall part you —no time cool your love. Side by side on earth—side by side in heaven! Now le» the blossoms of heavenly gardens fill the house with their redolence, and all the organs of God peal forth the wedding march of eternity. Hark! “The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills." A Iiiiiii Game in Ohio, The latest advertising “fake" to strike this city, says the Ashtabula. Ohio, News, is the chewing gum game. The makers of this gum put a coupon bearing one letter of the alphabet in each 5-cent package of the gum, and advertise that as soon as any one gets the letters that make certain words they will give him a present of a watch, bicycle or something of that kind. L. H. Smith, the teamster for Messrs. Richards Bros., wholesale grocers, is the first lucky purchaser of this kind of gum so far, for he has succeeded in acquiring the letters that make the words that entitled him to any $10u bicycle in the market. He has more than enough of the letter “s” to win the bicycle, and if he had one “k” would be entitled to ?200 worth of diamonds. So intense is the interest manifested by some of the gum ehewers that one of the trolley ear conductors is said to have offered $25 for the letter “w," which he needs to complete the words necessary to win a prize. Th w's, d's and e’s seem to be the scarce letters.

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RACING IN MOSCOW.

Trotting la

Sport

It was long thought that the Physalia Was an isolated individual. But, according to recent researches, they form, like the Praya, an animal republic. Sailors call it a sea bladder, from Its resemblance to that organ. It is also known as the “Portuguese man-of-war,” from its fancied resemblance to a small ship as it floats along under its tiny sail. Let us imagine a great cylindrical bladder dilated in the middle, attenuated and rounded at its extremities, of eleven or twelve inches in length, and from one to three broad. Its appearance is glassy and transparent, its color an imperfect purple, passing to a violet, then to an azure above. It is surmounted by a crest, limpid and pure as crystal veined with purple and violet, in decreasing tints. Under the vessel float the fleshy filaments, waving and contorted into a spiral form, which sometimes descends perpendicularly, like so many threads of celestial blue. Sailors believe that tfie crest that surmounts the vesicle performs the office of a sail, and they tell the navigator how the wind blows, as 1 they say. Dentertre, the veiacious historian of the Antilles, tells the follow- [ ing story. This "galley over Physalia,” however agreeable to the sight, [ is most dangerous to the body, for [ I can assert that it is freighted with 1 the worst merchandise which floats on the sea. One day, when sailing in a small boat at sea, 1 perceived one of these curious animals and was curious to see its form, but 1 had scarcely seized it when all its fibres seemed to clasp my hand, covering it as with bird lime, and scarcely had I felt it in all its freshness, for it was very cold to the touch, when it seemed as if I had plunged my arm up to the shoulder in a caldron of boiling water. This

was accompanied with a pain so strange that it was only with a violent effort that I could restrain myself from crying aloud. A friend of mine tells the following interesting story: One day while I was bathing with some friends in a bay In front of the house where I dwelt while my friends fished for some sardines for breakfast, I amused myself by diving in the manner of the native Carribbeans under Jhe wave about to break. Having reached the other side of a great wave I gained the open sea and was returning on the top of the next wave toward the shore. My rashness nearly cost me my life. A Physalia, many of which were stranded on the beach, fixed itself upon my left shoulder at the moment the wave landed me on the beach. I promptly detached it. but many of its filaments remained glued to my skin, and the pain 1 experienced immediately was so intense that I nearly fainted. I seized an oil flask, which was at hand, and swallowed one-half, while l rubbed my arm with the other. This restored me to myself, and I returned to the house, where two hours of repose relieved the pain, which disappeared altogether during the night. The Physalia lives in the sea between the tropics in both oceans. A Physalia the size of a walnut will kill e fish much stronger than a herring. The flying fish and polypus are the habitual prey of the Physalia. Mr. Bennett describes them as seizing and benumbing them by means of the tentaeles, which are alternately contracted to half an inch, ami then shot out with amazing velocity to the length of several feet, dragging the helpless and entangled prey to the sucker mouths and stomach like cavities concealed among the tentacles

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It is a racing day in Moscow. The course is swept free from snow and follows the wooded shores with red- I painted railings on each side, says the Badmington Magazine. On one side is a stand, with seating room for several thousand people,and a special box with tent hangings for the governor general, surmounted by the imperial eagle in gold. In front of this box, lower down, you see the prizes, consisting of gold and silver cups, vases and ornamental pieces, all in Russian style and taste. A bell rings, the course is cleared by mounted gendarmes, and the competitors in due order take their places in front of the stand, hut not side by side, as they always start from opposite sides of the course, with heads also turned in opposite directions. The usual racecourse hum and noise of the betting men are heard and increase in volume as the tiell rings the second time. They are off! and the fascination of rapid motion, open air and strenuous exertion throws its spell over the assembly, higli and low. for trotting is certainly the most fashionable and beloved sport in Russia. You cannot recognize people just yet; the great fur collars are raised and reach over the fur caps,leaving only red-tipped noses, beneath which appear never missing cigarettes. The ladies' heads are almost entirely covered by woolen wraps, so here again you eau only guess who is who. To a stranger not investing his money in backing his opinion as to winners the game might seem monotonous enough, as the horses do not finish side by side, but in the way they started. Yet the Russians think differently—and, besides, is there not plenty of wodka and caviar to be had between the raees. Single horses are pitted against each other drawing light little sleighs in which the driver is seated very low down and far away from the horse, owing to the long shafts. Intended to give the horse perfect freedom of action. A whip is not used, but on the reins are metal buckles over the quarters, which are employed instead, and almost all

horses run without blinkers.

Sometimes a horse is attached to the

FUTURE PROJECTILES

ONLY THICK ENOUGH TO

CARRY EXPLOSIVES.

S>w System of Ksplodlng Them IIn«lnon Muslin Declare* That the Torpedo Boat Will Be the lireatest Agent of

War.

UD80N Maxim declares that a complete revolution la the construction of ordnance and ships of war is inevitable. He alleges that in the future i heavy ordnance instead of being made as at present of small calibre, with thick and heavy walls, will be constructed of much greater calibre and with comparatively thin walls. The project:les of the future, Mr. Maxim says, will be a thin shell, simply thick enough to support the mass of contained explosive in its flight from the gun. A new system of throwing high explosives must he adopted, he believes, and he declares that this S> stem consists of a projectile, as stated, sufficient in quantity to work infinitely more destruction upon any target than our projectiles thrown from the heavy guns of the present. One of the requisites of primary importance to a system of successfully throwing high explosives in large masses rested upon the propelling charge—upon a suitable gunpowder— one which should give a sufficiently low initial pressure and maintain that pressure behind the projectile in its flight throughout the entire length of the gun, and a powder which would, with absolute certainty, burn alike at all times, under like conditions, in order that the predetermined pressure and velocities infght be depended upon. The value of high explosives th naval and military operations was becoming more and more to be recognized. One of the great advantages of high explosives as an agency of destruction

sleigh on one side of the trotter, which was the impossibility of opposing to

THE PHYSALIA CATCHING ITS PREY.

BEATEN AT HIS OWN GAME. A Loulsvlllo Attorney Who Tuuglit III« Client » Clever Trick. From the Louisville Courier-Journal: A barrister of the city court is very much chagrined on account of a trick pla>ed on him by one of his clients, thereby causing him to lose a fee of $25. Several days ago a man was arrested on a charge of “shooting at without wounding.” This picturesque figure of the city court, who brags that the rich coloring of his nose had cost him a small-sized fortune, was consulted and consented to defend the man. Before the trial came up the barrister called his client from the court room and said: "Now, the only way you can get out of this scrape is to play insane. Whenever a question is put to you, instead of giving an intelligent answer, just wave your hand in front of your face and whistle. The judge will at once adjudge you insane, and, of course, you will he all right. The man consented to play insane, and took his seat on the stand. “What Is your name?” asked one of the attorneys. The defendant looked idiotic, waved his hand and then whistled. Everybody in the court room began to laugh. Question after question was asked the man, but he answered all of them by waving his hand and whistling immediately afterward.

“I adjudge you insane,” said the

judge.

"Ah, what did I tell you,” said the barrister, walking over to his client and congratulating him. That was a mug nifleent play. 1 will charge tL'5 for de fending you and would like to have my money now." The alleged insane man looked worried and scratched his head. He never saitl a word, but waved his hand through the air. gave a short, shrill whistle, anti hade the attorney a fond

adieu.

Dozgcil. "They say Smith's wife treats him Pke a dog.” "No, regarding that report I was told by a relative of Smith's that Smith's wife never kisses him when he doesn't want to be kissed." The life of a dumb beast is not, it will he observed, necessarily happier than that of any other kind of a beast. —Detroit Journal.

is between the shafts; he is the pacemaker and gallops the whole course, whereas, it need not he said, the trotter must not break. Then follow pair horses, harnessed, and lastly troikas with three horses, sometimes four abreast. Troikas are very barbarously gaudy and clumsy thines to look at, but exceedingly comfortable all the

same.

A VIGILANT GUARD. tin* rollre to Capture a Man In 11 in Own House*. When the family next to us went away for the summer I promised to keep an eye on the place. It was arranged to have a man sleep in the house at night, hut there are a lot of daylight robberies, and as I'm around home pretty much all of the time I was to prevent them. “The other afternoon," continued the speaker, according to the Detroit Free Press. "I* noticed one of the windows up. While 1 was skulking around trying to see without being seen I heard what seemed a muffled noise of hammering. By climbing to my own room and hiding behind a chimney I could see through some of the upper windows, and finally discovered that there was a man moving about upstairs, it didn’t take me more than a second to decide that the plumbing was being cut out. I chased around the neighborhood in vain search for a man, and not feeling just like capturing a robber without any assistance telephoned police headquarters. In very brief time the wagon came tip with a rush and the policemen v/ere promptly deployed, so as to prevent an escape. With the house thus surrounded two of the blueeoata began crawling through the open window. 'What in thunder are you doing there?' came a voice from the head of the stairs. ‘Get out of that, or i'll

shoot.’

“But in they went, and I gallantly brought up the rear with a revolver that hadn't been fired in twenty years. Down the stairs, four or five steps at a time, came the owner, who had just taken a run into the city for a day. Everybody seemed to think the laugh was on me, but all I did was to resign my custodianship.”

Also Queer. A woman's w ay is a puzzling one And past all finding out, For when she’s 18 she will claim She’s 20—with a pout. But when she’s 30—lo! behold. To questions she'll stand pat; And claim she’s 18—so a man Can't tell just where she’s aL

Went Them «,XO lift ter.

A few nights ago a miner from the north, who had lately sold a claim, had money to burn and was in an incendiary mood, came down to Spokane to make the currency bonfire, says the Spokane Review. He was rather rusty looking when he struck Spokane, but he was hungry, and, before going to a barber shop or hath, dropped into an uptown restaurant to get something to eat. There was but one waiter, and he, busy carrying champagne to a party at another table, paid little attention to the hard-looking miner. Finally the waiter was called over,

when the miner said; “See here, kid! Do I eat?”

“Sorry 1 can’t wait on you now,” was the prompt reply, “but that gentleman there has just ordered a $50

dinner.”

“Fifty-dollar dinner be hanged! Bring me $100 worth of ham and eggs and be quick about iL Do I look like like, a guy who can be bluffed by a

mess of popinjays?”

He was waited on promptly.

them any efficient means of protection when applied in large quantities. By the subdivision of the hull of the modern battleship into a honeycomb of water-tight compartments and by surrounding it with torpedo netting, some protection was secured against attack from even the largest of present forms of torpedoes such as the Whitehead. The largest and latest type of these most up-to-date torpedoes will carry about 200 pounds of gun cotton. It therefore remains, Mr. Maxim states, i lily to be able to attack with a sufficiently large quantity of explosives in order to render absolutely useless as a means of protection all precautions in the form of network and watertight compartments. Five hundred pounds of gun cotton exploded against the torpedo netting surrounding a modern battleship, Mr. Maxim states, would insure her destruction, to say nothing of what would result from the explosion of still larger quantities. How often, Mr. Maxim says, in the history of war lias speed been sacrificed for the sake of strength, but with the advent of the system of throwing high explosives in sufficiently large masses to render armor absolutely useless, navies will discard their armor and everything will be made subservient to speed and nobility. According to Mr. Maxim's system, the torpedoboat will be the boat of the future, and particularly the sub-marine variety, for that craft will be enabled to approach sufficiently close to throw such a tremendous charge of high explosives that no matter how great the vessel may be, or how well protected from assaults of the enemy, she will surely fall a victim to the frightful concussion of gun cotton or whatever explosive may be used. Mr. Maxim declares that it will be utterly useless in future to erect such monster battleships as the Oregon, just ordered to Hawaii, or the Indiana and the Massachusetts, of the North Atlantic squadron. A torpedoboat of the first class, following the system of throwing high explosives that he suggested would, he declares, be able to, unseen and unsuspected, blow any of the three ships mentioned almost to fragments and itself escape uninjured. The torpedoboat, then, will be the battleship of the future, and what better defense could a harbor have than two or three of these submarine craft, which would he more fatal to the enemy than any broadside from the biggest ship that ever flew a pennon. As a matter of fact, Mr. Maxim says, it is more than probable that in the ships of the near future little attention will he paid to armor, for it is of small advantage anyway, he believes, and that in view of the fact that the penetrating power of projectiles is conslantly increasing, it will bo a waste of money to add the huge plates of steel to the tonnage of the battleship or to cruisers. Mr. Maxim says also that by his system of throwing high explosives such boats as are known as monitors would be practically useless, and as for rams they will merely be playthings for the enemy in the way of a target. Altogether, Mr. Maxim thinks that the navy of the future will be of small consequence. The sea will he ruled by sub-marine torpedoboats, using his system of throwing high ex-

plosives.

1’aim'fl Definition. Young Chip.—“What’s a grass wid ow, pa?” Old Bloek.—“A lady that makes hay while the sun shines, my boy,”—Town Topics.

' Good I’rlro for Grinder*. A Madras dentist has. it U announced, received a sum of $3,500 for supplying his highness the nizam of Hyderabad with a row of false teeth. No. 1—The second time I saw him I was engaged to him. No. 2—what caused the delay?—Life