Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 6 September 1897 — Page 3

THE DAILY BANNEK TIMES, GREENCASTLE, INDLANA

TALMAGE’S sermon.

a STORM AT DAY’S

SEA LAST SUBJECT.

SUN-

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IV. Veree 36,

ticns of beauty;

IBEUIAS, Galilee. Oennesaret —three names for the same lake. No other gem ever had so beautiful a setting. It lay in a scene of great luxuriance: the surrounding hills high, terraced, sloped, groved, so many hanging garthe waters rumbling

down between rocks of gray and red limestone, flashing from the hills, and bounding into the sea. On the shore were castles, armed towers, Homan baths, everything attractive and beautiful; all styles of vegetation in shorter space than in almost any other space In all the world, from the palm tree of the forest to the trees of a rigorous

climate.

It seemed as if the Ixn'd had launched one wave of beauty on all the scene, and it hung and swung from rock and hill and oleander. Roman gentlemen In pleasure boats sailing the lake, and countrymen in fish-smacks coming down to drop their nets, pass each other with nod and shout and laughter, or swinging idly at their moorings. Oh, what a wonderful, what a beautiful

lake!

It seems as if we shall have a quiet night. Not a leaf winked in the air; not a ripple disturbed the face of Gennesaret; but there seems to be a little excitement up the beach, and we hasten to see what it is, and we find it an embarkation From the western shore a flotilla pushing out; not a squadron, or deadly armament, nor dipper with valuable merchandise, nor piratic vessels ready to destroy everything they could seize: but a flotilla, bearing messengers of life, and light, and peace. Christ Is in the front of the boat. His disciples are In a smaller boat. Jesus, weary with ranch speaking to large multitudes, is put into somnolence by the rocking of the waves. If there was any motion at all, the ship was easily righted; if the wind passed from one aide, from the starboard to the larboard, or from the larboard to the starboard, the boat would rock, and by the gentleness of the motion putting the Master asleep. And they extemporized a pillow made out of a fisherman's coat. I think no sooner is Christ prostrate, and his head touching the pillow, than he is sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run their fingers through the locks of the worn sleeper, and the boat rises and falls like a Bleeping child on the bosom of a sleeping mother. The subject in the first place impresses me with the fact that it is very Important to have Christ in the ship; for all those boats would have gone to the bottom of Gennesaret if Christ had not been present. Oh, what a lesson for you and for me to learn! Whatever voyage we undertake, int« whatever enterprise we start, let us always have Christ in the ship. Many of you In these days of revived commerce are starting out In new financial enterprises: I bid you good cheer. Do all you can do. Do it on as high a plane as possible. You have no right to be u stoker In the ship if you can be an admiral of the navy. You have no right to be a colonel of a regiment if you can command a brigade; you have no right to be engineer of a boat on river-banks, or near the coast, if you can take the ocean steamer from New York to Liverpool. All you can do with utmost tension of body, mind and soul, you are bound to do; but oh! have Christ in every enterprise. Christ In every voyage, Christ in every ship. There are men who ask God to help them at the start of great enterprises. He has been with them in the past; no trouble can overthrow them; the storms might come down from the top of Mt. Hermon, and lash Gennesaret Into foam and into agony, but it could not hurt them. But here is another man who starts out in worldly enterprise, and he depends upon the uncertainties of this life. He has no God to help him. After awhile the storm comes, ancj tosses off the masts of the ship; he puts out his life boat; the sheriff and the auctioneer try to help him off; they can’t help him off; he must go down; no Christ In the ship. Here are young men Just starting out In life. Your life will be made up of sunshine and shadow. There may be in it arctic blasts or tropical tornadoes; I know not what Is before you, but I know if you have Christ with you all shall be well. You may seem to get along without the religion of Christ while everything goes smoothly, but after awhile, when sorrow hovers over the soul, when the waves of trial dash clear over the hurricane deck, and the bowsprit is shivered, and the halliards are swept Into the sea, and the gangway Is crowded with piratical disasters—oh, what would you then do without Christ in the ship? Young man, take God for your portion, God for your guide, God for your help; then all is well; all Is well for time, all shall be well forever. Blessed is that man who puts In the Lord his trust. He shall never be con-

founded.

But my subject also impresses me with the fact that when people start to follow Christ they must not expect smooth sailing. These disciples got Into the small boats, and I have no doubt they said, "What a beautiful day this is! What a smooth sea! What b bright sky this is! How delightful

Is sailing in this boat; and as for the waves under the keel of the boat, why, they only make the motion of our little boat the more delightful.” But when the winds swept down, and the sea ^-as tossed into wrath, then they found that following Christ was not smooth sailing. So you have found It; so I have found it. Did you ever notice the end of the life of the apostles of Jesus Christ? You would say that if ever men ought to have had a smooth life, a smooth departure, then those men. the disciples of Jesus Christ, ought to have had such a departure

and such a life.

St. James lost his head. St. Philip was hung to death on a pillar. St. Matthew had his life dashed out with a halbert. St. Mark was dragged to death through the streets. St. James the Less was beaten to death with a fuller's club. St. Thomas was struck through with a spear. They did not find following Christ smooth sailing. Oh. how they were all tossed in the tempest! John Buss in the fire; Hugh McKail in the hour of martyrdom; the Albigenses, the Waldenses, the Scotch Covenanters did they find it smooth

sailing?

My subject also impresses me with the fact that good people sometimes get very much frightened. In the tones of these disciples as they rushed into the back part of the boat, 1 find they are frightened almost to death. They say: "Master, rarest thou not that we perish?" They had nt reason to be frightened, for Christ was in the boat. I suppose if we had been there we would have been just as much affrighted. Perhaps more. In all ages very good people get very much affrighted. It is often so In our day, and men say. Why, look at the bad lectures; look at the Spritualistic societies; look at the various errors going over the Church of God; we are going to founder; the Church Is going to perish; she is going down.” Oh, how many good people are affrighted by triumphant iniquity in our day, and think the church of Jesus Christ and the cause of righteousness are going to be overthrown, and are just as much affrighted as the disciples of my text were affrighted. Don’t worry, don’t fret, as though iniquity were going to triumph over righteousness. A lion goes into a cavern to sleep. He lies down, with his shaggy mane covering the paws. Meanwhile the spiders spin a web across the mouth of the cavern, and say, "We have captured him.” Gossamer thread after gossamer thread is spun until the whole front of the cavern is covered with the spiders' web, and the spiders say, "The lion is done; the lion is fast.” After awhile the lion has got through sleeping; he rouses himself, he shakes his mane, he walks out into the sunlight; he does not even know the spiders' web is spun, and with his voice he shakes the moun-

tain.

So men come, spinning their sophistries and scepticism about Jesus Christ; he seems to be sleeping. They say, "We have captured the Lord; he will never come forth again upon the nation; Christ is captured, and captured forever. His religioa will never make any conquest tynong men." Bat after awhile the Lion of the tribe of Judah will rouse himself and come forth to shake mightily the nations. What is a spider's web to the aroused lion? Give truth and error a fair grapple. and truth will come off victor. But there are a great many good people who get affrighted in other respects; they are affrighted in our day about revivals. They say, “Oh! this is a strong religious gale; we are afraid the Church of God is going to upset, and there are going to be a great many people brought into the Church that are going to lie of no use to It;" and they are affrighted whenever they see a revival taking hold of the churches. As though a ship captain with five thousand bushels of wheat for a cargo should say, some day, coming upon deck. "Throw overboard all the cargo;” and the sailors should say, "Why, captain, what do you mean? Throw over all the cargo?” "Oh," sajs the captain, "we have a peck of chaff that has got Into this five thousand bushels wheat, and the only way to get rid of the chaff is to throw all the wheat overboard.” Now, that is a great deal wiser than the talk of a great many Christians who want to throw overboard all the ttousands and tens of thousands of souls who have been brought in through great awakenings. Throw all overboard because there is a peck of chaff, a quart of chaff, a pint of chaff! I say. let them stay until the last day; the Lord will divide the chaff

from the wheat.

Oh, that these gales from heaven might sweep through all our churches! Oh. for such days as Richard Baxter saw in England and Robert McCheyne saw in Dundee! Oh, for such days as Jonathan Edwards saw in Northampton! I have often heard my father tell of the fact that in the early part of this century a revival broke out in Somerville. N. J., and some people were very much agitated about it. They said, “Oh, you are going to bring too many people Into the church at once;" and they sent down to New Brunswick to get John Livingston to stop the revival. Well, there was no better soul in all the world than Jonn Livingston. He went up; he looked at the revival: they wanted him to stop It. He stood In the pulpit on the Sabbath, and looked sver the solemn auditory, and he said: “This, brethren, Is In reality the work of God; beware how you try to stop It.” And he was an old man. leaning heavily on his staff—a very old man. And he lifted the staff, and took hold of the small end of the staff, and began to let It fall very slowly through, between the finger and the thumb, and ho said: "Oh. thou impenitent, thou art falling now—falling away from life, falling away from peace and heaven. falling as certainly as that cane is falling through my hand—falling cer-

tainly, though pe. haps falling very slowly " And the cane kept on falling through John Livingston’s hand. TBe religious emotion in the audience was overpowering, and men saw a type of their doom as the cane kept falling and falling until the knob of the cane struck Mr. Livingston's hand, and he clasped it stoutly and said, "But the grace of God can stop you, as I stopped that cane;” and then there was gladness all through the house at the fact of pardon and peace and salvation. “Well,” said the people after the service, “I guess you had better send Livingston home; he is making the revival worse.” Oh, for the gales from heaven, and Christ on board the ship. The danger of the Church of God is not in

revivals.

Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that Jesus was God and man in the same being. Here he is in the back part of the boat. Oh, how tired he looks, what sad dreams he must have! Look at hts countenance; he must be thinking of the cross to come. Look at him. he is a man—bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep; he is a man. But then I find Christ at the prow of the boat; I hear him say, "Peace, be still;” and I see the storm kneeling at his feet, and the tempests folding their wings in his presence; he is a God. If I have sorrow and trouble, and want sympathy, I go and kneel down at the back part of the boat, and say, "0. Christ! weary one of Gennesaret, sympathize with all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man of the cross." A man, a man. But if I want to conquer ray spiritual foes, if I want to get the victory over sin, death, and hell, l coma to the front of the boat, and I kneel down, and I say, "O, Lord Jesus Christ, thou who dost hush the tempest, hush all my grief; hush all my temptation, hush all my sin." A man. a man; a

God, o God.

I learn once more from this subject that Christ can hush a tempest. It did seem as if everything must go to ruin. The disciples had given up the idea of managing the ship; the crew were entirely demoralized; yet Christ rises, and he puts his foot on the storm, and it crouches at his feet. Oh. yes! Christ can hush the tempest. You have had trouble. Perhaps It was the little child taken away from you—the sweetest child of the household, the one who asked the most curious questions, and stood around you with the greatest fondness, and the spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an only son, and your heart has ever since been like a desolated castle, the owls of the night hooting among the falling rafters and the crumbling stairways. Perhaps it was an aged mother. You always went to her with your troubles. She was in your home to welcome your children into life, and when they died she was there to pity you; that old hand will do yon no more kindness; that white lock of hair you put away In the casket, or in the locket, did not look as well as It usually did when she brushed it away from her wrinkled brow in the home circle or in the country church. Or your property gone, you said, "I have so much bank stock, I have so many government securities, I have so many houses, I have so many farms"—all gone, all gone. Why, all the storms that ever trampled with their thunders, all the shipwrecks, have not been worse than this to you. Yet you have not been completely overthrown. Why? Christ hushed the tempest. Your little one was taken away. Christ says, "I have that little one; I can take care of him as well as you can, better than you can. O bereaved mother!” Hushing the tem pest. When your property went away, God said. "There are treasures In heaven. in banks that never break.” There is one storm Into which we will all have to run. the moment when we let go of this life, and try to take hold of the next, when we will want all the grace we can have—we will want it all. Yonder I see a Christian soul rocking on the surges of death; all the powers of darkness seem let out against that soul—the swirling wave, the thunder of the sky. the screaming wind, all seem to unite together; but that soul Is not troubled; there Is no sighing, there are no tears; plenty of tears In the room at the departure, but he weeps no tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful; all is well. Jesus hushing the tempest. By the flash of the storm you see the harbor just ahead, and you are making for that harbor. Strike eight bells. All fs well.

A BIG PILGRIMAGE.

TO ebbsfleet.wherest.auCUSTINE LANDED. A Chapter from the lltatorj of Early Saxon Christianity -The MUsion of St. Augustine to F.nglaud and Its Wonderful Result—Their St. Patrick.

(Special Letter.) OT the least interesting feature in the programme of the recent Great Pan Anglican meeting, England, at which over one hundred American and colonial Bishops were present, was a pilgrimage to Ebbsfleet

where St. Augustine first landed in England and Ebbsfleet is thus described: Half way between Minster and Ramsgate, In the Isle of Thanet, the traveler may chance to notice a tall stone cross standing at the corner of a field, not far from a grove of gnarled old elms. An inquiry of his fellowpassengers will probably elicit the vague information that "Somebody landed there;” but It is quite a chance whether any one will know that the "somebody” was St. Augustine, and that the cross marks the beginning of the Church of England, as at present

existing.

The scenery has changed since Tdl. Then, though the chalk cliffs of Ramsgate made a white line <m one side as s they still do, Pegwell Bay was all water, and the estuary of the Stour, and 1 the wide tidal channel called the Wantsuni, which made Thanet a real Island, was not silted up. but was the usual waterway for ships bound to | London, which thus avoided the dangerous North Foreland. Now the greater part of the estuary has become

was not tfTl ten years after that scene In the Roman slave market that the way was opened for St. Augustine's coming, and even then he shrank from the dangerous journey and from the wild warriors of England, and twice Implored Gregory to let him return. But Gregory stood firm, and bade Augustine go forward, trusting to God, and win the new country to the

Church.

Richborough had been the Roman fort and garrison town, and was probably still the usual landing-place, as It protected the Roman road to Canterbury; but Augustine preferred a safe position on the Island of Thanet, until he knew how the Kentish king would receive him. But the king was willing to give the monks their opportunity. Ethelbert had married a French Christian princess, who had probably smoothed the way for the missionaries; and though he feared to meet Augustine under a roof, lest enchantment should trouble him, he was willing enough to have an interview with him in the open air. According to Dean Stanley, the meeting between Augustine and Ethelbert took place in Thanet, possibly near Ebbsfleet. though more probably under an oak which grew in the centre of the island. Here the monk, speaking through an interpreter, explained his mission to the king, who gave him permission to , teach and preach, and make converts. I If he Could. It is likely that it was Queen Bertha's Influence which made her husband so ready to listen to Christianity, and after that interview the way was clear for the missionaries. They were allowed to go to Canterbury, where lodgings were provided for them, and where the tiny church of St. Martin outside the walls served them for a place of worship. Before very long the king was converted and baptized. and before the year was out his example was followed by some 10,000 of his warriors. Ebbsfleet was only a halting place, and the story soon moves on to more populous places; but the rock on which St. Augustine

bad had a Christian Bishop perform- | k ing Christian services for her In » “ church preserved from British times. Thus the first seed of the conversion of the English was sown by the Church of Gaul. Further, the Kentish men had made application to Gaul for a supply of Christian teachers, but their appeals had been neglected. Things were certainly ripe for a general change of religion, and It came rapidly.

DREADFUL NIGHT.

THREE MEN ON RAGGED

OF NOTHING.

EDGE

Several flour* I’anifMl on

a Terrible Death Second Rolling

CHIT With

in I’roupeet Kvery llnwldert Flathlng

solid land, and grassy fields stretch

down to the shallow Mini ever-receding first set foot was long preserved and

CARRIER PIGEONS. r.Uro an Indiana Flyer Ha. Quit, a Reputation. (Mishawaka, Ind., Letter.) Pedro, the great homing pigeon which broke the world’s record for 1,000 miles in his swift Journey in the air from New Orleans to this city, Is the pride of the Mishawaka Homing Club. Pedro's superb race was made in seventy-five hours total, or In less than fifty hours of actual flying. Carrier pigeons never work after dark. Thus far In the schedule of races for 1897 the local homers have made remarkable records, and the club was tempted to try for the 1,000-mile mark. The birds were liberated at New Orleans at 9 o'clock on Monday morning by N. T. Brown, general manager of the American Express company, from the thirdstory window of the company's building at St. Charles and Union streets. A red-checkered bird was the first to get the points of the compass at disappear before the eyes of the 500 persons who had gathered to see the start. Eigh' other pigeons followed. Pedro, which was the first to arrive home, Is a grotty red pigeon, and is unquestionably the bird that was the first away in the start from the window In New Orleans, lie is three years old and is owned by Secretary Tallens of the club. Pedro is a brother of Lulu, the winner of the 500-mile race In Mississippi. Both are Imported birds. When Pedro arrived at Mishawaka ha flew straight to his loft, seeming non* the worse for the journey.

sea. Augustine brought Christianity to the English, hut not to Britain, as the runs of several Roman churches prove. St. Martin's at Canterbury, and St. Mary’s in Dover Caslle. both date back

venerated. But while Canterbury was the seat of the archbishopric, and while the two groat monasteries of Christ Church and St. Peter and St. Paul, generally known as St. Augustine's, were growing grander and bet-

Aii ItatlHii Solomon.

The Duke of Ossono, while Viceroy of Naples, delivered many quaint and clever judgments. The case Is related where a young Spanish exquisite named Bertrand Solus, while lounging around in the busy part of the city, was run against by a porter carrying a bundle of wood on his shoulder. The porter had called out, "Make way, please! several times, but without effect. He had then tried to get by without collision, but his bundle caught in the young man's velvet dress and tore it. Solus was highly indignant, and had the porter arrested. The viceroy, who had privately investigated the matter told the porter to pretend he was dumb, and at the trial to reply by signs to any question that might be put to him. Whsn the case came on and Solus had made his complaint .the viceroy turned to the porter and asked him what he had to say in reply. The porter only shook his head and made signs with his hands. "What judgment do you want me to give against a dumb man?” askeS the viceroy. "Oh, your excellency,” replied Solus, falling into the trap, “the man is an impostor. I assure you he is not dumb. Before he ran Into me I distinctly heard him cry out, 'Make way. Then," said the viceroy, stern ly, “if you heard him ask you to make way for him, why did you not? The fault of the accident was entirely with yourself, and you must give this poor man compensation for the trouble you have given him In bringing him here.

PEDRO.

to Roman time, and there was very probably some kind of a chapel at Richborough. But the wild Saxons worshipped Odin and Thor, and as they conquered the country drove the British Christians farther and farther west, till they found a resting-place in the mountains of Wales, or sailed across St. George's Channel to find refuge in Ireland. Hengist and Horsa are supposed to have landed in Thanet, very possibly at Ebbsfleet, which would he the most obvious landing place for any one en-

Into the harbor of heaven now we glide; We're home at last, home at last. Softly we drift on Its bright, silv'ry tide. We're home at last, home at last. Glory to God, all our dangers are o’er. We stand secure on the glorified shore: Glory to God, we will shout evermore, We’re home at last, home at last.

Hurry uml Worry. We frequently hear of Christian workers breaking down from overwork, but nine times out of ten it was hurry and worry which brought them to tha state of enforced inaction which they regret. Hurry and worry, which usually go together, ruin more liven than any amount of regular systematic labor. Indeed, inconsiderate exertion is almost as bad in Its effects as Idleness. Why cannot we bear In mind that there !s always time enough to do well all that we are called upon to do? If we do more than this, we do injustice both to our work and to ourselves. On the other band, if we waste the time entrusted to us, it is useless to attempt to get it back by extra haste.

CROSS AT

terlng the bay. here, but gently

Good and Evil.—It Is an inherent and Inevitable neoessity that man be free to chouse or reject; that is human morality. Without the choice between good and evil we would be as the birds and the beasts.—Rev. R. Heber Newton. Episcojpalian, New York City.

EBBSFLEET.

There are no cliffs rising ground, and

Richborough Castle on the mainland is in full view, so that strange arrivals would he safe from surprise. If the Saxon chiefs brought the race which was to rule England and conquer half the world, the Italian monk brought learning, civilization, and Christianity, the forces that were to strengthen the wild iron of the Saxon invaders, and to turn it into the polished steel of the modern world. The story of Pope Gregory and the English slave-boys, “not Angles, but | angels,” Is known to every one, but It

ter every year, the landing-place was so nearly forgotten that the rock was called St. Mildred’s Rock, after a popular royal saint. A little chapel was built over it, and it became a place for pilgrimage, and retained its later name till the end of last century. By that time the chapel had disappeared and the place was marked by a very old tree; but it remained for our generalion to raise a lasting monument on the spot, which must be of deep interest to every English Churchman. A tall Iona cross, with figures In relief, was erected in 1S84. On the side facing the sea ate medallions of the Virgin and Child standing on a curiously twisted serpent, of the Crucifixion and Transfiguration, as well as various figures of saints and angels. On the other side are more single figures, some apostles, others the local saints, and the two sides are deco-

rated In the same style.

The Bishop of Stepney has told us the state of affairs when St. Augustine landed in 597. The general position of the several races in this island in regard to Christianity was roughly as follows: The Britons, who had been Christians for a long time, certainly 400 years, and probably in some parts of the island a good deal more than that, had been driven out of the eastern and central parts of what is now railed England, and occupied the southwest, west, and northwest. Tradition makes the British Bishops of London and York among the Lst to fly westward, and places the date of their flight a very few years before Augustine's arrival. It is certain that Wilfrith was able, in or about the year G75, to Identify the sacred sites in West Yorkshire deserted by the Britons when they fled before the sword of the Angles. There Is no evidence that the Britons at any time took any part In Christianizing the English invaders; the evidence Is all the other way. The English were Pagan in all parts which they occupied. But when Augustine came to Kent he found Christianity known and practiced in the capital city. The king had had for years Christian queen, the daughter of the Frankish king at Paris, and the uueeu

Relic of » Fad. (Special Letter.)

This building, which resembles a gigantic Norman keep, is one of England's bugbears, but nevertheless It rears Its ugly head on the top of Chatham hill and will not run down. It is "Jezreel s temple,” begun and never finished by the Jezreelltes, a sect if religious fanatics who followed the teachings of a eommon soldier named White who renamed himself James rshom Jezreel and set himself up as prophet. He married the daughter of a journeyman wheelwright and the pair set forth on preaching tours throughout England, gaining many converts to their new' faith and Inducing many people to contribute toward

S an illustration of the discomfort of a position "on the ragged edge of nothing,” the following story, from “Climbs in the New Zealand Alps,” is excellent. The author of the work, E. A. Fltz Gerald, F. R. G. S.. his guide, Zurbriggen, and Mr. Harper, were surprised by darkness in a position where it was impossible for them to advance. As it was equally impossible for them to spend the night where they were, hanging to narrow ledges of rook covered with thin ice, they were obliged to retrace their steps a slow and painful process. At last they reached a spot that might answer their purpose a ledge some fourteen feet long and eighteen inches broad, on which the three men could just manage

to sit.

It seemed to ns as sheltered a place as any upon the slope, but should there be any great fall of stones in the night, I feared that we should have but a small chance of escape. No sooner had we seated ourselves than wo heard the omnious whiz of falling stones. This was but the romraencement of a cannonade that was kept up at intervals throughout the night. The rocks flew past us so close that at times we could almost feel the wind on our faces. We never dared so much as to close an eye all night for fear of slipping into the abyss

below.

The cold became Intense, the thermometer dropping twenty-five degrees, and as most of our garments had been soaked in wading through the melting snow, they fro'.e hard. Harper took off his boots and placed his feet in his knapsack, so that, had he fallen, he could not possibly have recovered him. elf. Zurbriggen also took off his boots and sat upon thepi to keep them warm for the morning, lest they should be frozen, and he should find himself unable to get Into them

again.

We did our best to keep up our spirits by singing songs, the most appropriate of which seemed to be, “Wo Won't Go Home Till Morning.” There was no moon, and the ntffht was intensely dark, though the weather was clear, while the slight breezes from the southwest Seemed to chill us to the bone. After midnight we gradually fell silent, and did not even talk, while Harper dozed for a moment rr two and nearly tumbled off. I had to catch hold of him and retain my grip till he could regain his balance. It then occurred to us that if wo spread one of the pieces of mackintosh sheeting over our heads and lighted some candles beneath it, we should be warmer. We found the plan successful, and kept on lighting candles, so that wa could W'arm our fingers at them and still remain seated in our cramped position. Luckily we had an ample supply, and could continue to burn them till the dawn began to appear. It seemed to us as if we had been seated for weeks os this ridge; and when at last it became light eno for us to move, we were so stiff that it was with difficulty that we gained our feet. Wo now began making preparations for departure. The rope was like an iron bar. and our frozen clothes would not give to our motion. Harper's boots were frozen so stiff that ho was obliged to cut them open and burn innumerable candle-ends inside of them befora he succeeded in getting them on. I had kept mine on all night, as I knew how much trouble I should have in putting them on again in the morning if I took them off. Zurbriggen, however, was the very best of us all, for his scheme of sitting on his boots and warming them had worked most admirably, though during the night ho complained several times that tho nails in them were rather hard. We were extremely stiff, all of us, and for some distance literally limped along. However, when the sun rose it gradually thawed us, and we were able to make better time.

"JEZREEL’S TEMPLE.” the building of a temple for the 144,000 of the lost tribes of Israel, who were to be gathered together on Chatham hill. Vast sums poured into the coffers of Jezreel and his wife, who modestly took the title Queen Esther. A settlement of fanatics was formed at the hill and all professed to believe in their leader’s Immortality. Jezreel died, however, many years ago. Then "Queen Esther” also died and the sect dwindled away. The Jezreel printing press ceased its work and the temple, in whose huge shell $150,000 had been sunk, was left unfinished. It was put up at auction a few weeks ago, but was withdrawn, as no one would give more than $30,000 for it.

A Larky Klomlyke Woman. Luck, like lightning, strikes in curious places. It is so in the Klondyke. Mrs. J. T. Willis was less than threa months ago a poor washwoman, living in Dawson City. She set out alone for the gold fields of the frozen north from Tacoma, Wash., about two years ago. She was aot successful in her prospecting, but she managed to make a fair living as a laundry woman in Dawson City. When the news ef the Klondyke discoveries ef geld reached that place she joined a party of cattlemen and went at once t« the new diggings. She staked out a claim as soon as she got • here, and it turned out to be a good one. She is now worth at least $250,0«0. Mrs. Willis has a husband living lu Tacoma. He is a blacksmith and a great sufferer from rheumatism. It was bis Inability to work that caused her to start out for the gold-mining country, resolved to return rich or not at all. Incidentally she has the fame of introducing the first "boiled shirt” among the Yukon miners. She paid $2.50 for a box of starch with which she starched It *nd paid $t a day and board to the Indian squaw who wag her first assistant in the laundry.