Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 October 1895 — Page 3

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

HE PREACHES ON THE SACRIFICE OF ABRAHAM. "The Lamb of God Who Takes Away the Sine of the World”—A Remarkably Powerful and Clear Bible Story —Abraham and Isaac. Leeson of a Rescue. In his sermon last Sunday Rev. Dr. Talmage chose for his subject Abraham’s supreme trial of faith and the angelic rescue of Isaac from being offered by his father as a sacrifice. The text was Genesis xxii., 7, “Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?' Here are Abraham and Isaac, the one a kind, old, gracious, affectionate father, the other a brave, obedient, religious son. From his bronzed appearance you can tell that this son has been much in the fields, and from his shaggy dress you know that he has been watching the herds. The mountain air has painted his cheek rubicund. He is 20 or 25, or, as some suppose, 33 years-of age, nevertheless a boy, considering the length of life to which people lived in those times and the fact that a son never is anything but a boy to a father. I remember that my father used to come into the house -when the children were home on some festal occasion and say, '"Where are the boys?” although “the boys” were 25 and 30 and 35 years of age. So this Isaac is only a boy to Abraham, and this father's heart is in him. It is Isaac here and Isaac there. If there is any festivity around the father’s tent, Isaac must enjoy it. It is Isaac’s walk and Isaac’s apparel and Isaac’s manners and Isaac’s prospects and Isaac’s prosperity. The father’s heartsti-ings are all wrapped around thqt boy, and wrapped again, until nine-tenths of the old man’s life is in Isaac. I -can just imagine how lovingly and proudly he looked at his only son. A Burnt Offering. Well, the dear old man had borne a great deal of trouble, and it had left its mark upon him. In hieroglyphics of wrinkle the story was written from forehead to chin. But now his trouble seems all gone, and we are glad that he is very soon to rest forever. If the old man shall get decrepit, Isaac is strong enough to wait on him. If the father gets dim of eyesight, Isaac will lead him by the hand. If the father become destitute, Isaac will earn him bread. How glad we are that the ship that has been in such a stormy

sea is coming at last into the harbor. Are you not rejoiced that glorious old Abraham is through with his troubles? No, no! A thunderbolt! From that clear eastern sky there drops into that father’s tent a voice with an announcement enough to turn black hair white and to stun the patriarch into instant annihiliation. God said, “Abraham!” The old man answered, “Here I am.” God said to him, “Take thy son, thy only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah and offer him there as a burnt offering.” In other words, slay him, cut his body into fragments, put the fragments on the wood, set fire to the wood and let Isaac’s body be consumed to ashes. “Cannibalism! Murder!” said some one. “Not so,” said Abraham. I hey him soliloquize: “Here is the boy on whom I have depended. Oh, how I loved him! He was given in answer to prayer, and now must I surrender him? O Isaac, my sen! Isaac, how shall I part with you? But, then, it is always safer to do as God asks me to. I have been in dark places before, and God got me out. I will implicitly do as God has told me, although it is very dark. I can’t see my way, but I know God makes no mistakes, and to him I commit myself and my darling son ” Early in the morning there is a stir around Abraham’s tent. A beast of burden is fed and saddled. Abraham makes no disclosure of the awful secret. At the break of day he says: “Come, come, Isaac, get up! We are going off on a two or three days’ journey.” I hear the ax hewing and splitting amid the wood until the sticks are made the right length and the right thickness, and .then they are fastened on the beast of burden. They pass on—there are four of them—Abraham, the father: Isaac, the son, and two servants. Going along the road, I see Isaac looking up into his father’s face and saying: “Father, what is the matter? Are you not well? Has anything happened? Are you tired? Lean on my arm.” Then, turning around to the servants, the son says, “Ah, father is getting old, and he has had trouble enough in other days to kill him!” The Day of the Tragedy. The third morning has come, and it is the day of the tragedy. The two servants are left the beast of burden, while Abraham and his son Isaac, as was the custom of good people in those times, went up on the hill to sacrifice to the Lord. The wood is taken off the beast’s back and put on Isaac’s back. Abraham has in one hand a pan of coals or a lamp, and in the other a sharp, keen knife. Here are all the applicance for sacrifice, you say. No, there is one thing wanting—there is no victimno pigeon, or heifer or lamb. Isaac, not knowing that he is to be the victim, looks up into his father’s face and asks a question which must have cut the old man to the bone—“My father!” The father said, “My son Isaac, here I am.” The son said, “Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?” The father’s lip quivered, and his heart fainted, and his knees knocked together, and his entire body, mind and soul shiver in sickening anguish as he struggles to gain equipoise, for he does not want to break down. And then he looks into his son’s face, with a thousand rushing tendernesses, and says, “My son, God will provide himself a lamb." The twain are now at the foot of the hill, the place which is to be famous for a most transcendent occurrence. They gather some stones out of the field and build an altar three or four feet high. Then they take this wood off Isaac’s baek and sprinkle it over the stones, so as to help and invite the flame. The altar is done —it is all done. Isaac has helped to build it. With his father he has discussed whether the top of the table is even and whether the wood is properly prepared. Then there is a pause. The son looks around to see if there is not some living animal that can be caught and butchered for the offering. Abraham tries to choke down his fatherly feelings and suppress his grief, in order that he may break to bis son the terrific news that he is to be the victim. Ah! Isaac never looked more beautiful than on that day to his fathet. As the old man ran his emaciated fingers through his son's hair he said to himself: “How shall I give him up? What will his mother say when I come back without my boy? I thought he would have been the comfort of my declining days. I thought he would have been the hope of ages to come. Beautiful and loving and yet to die under my own hand. O God, is there not some other sacrifice that will do? Take my life and spare his! Pour out my blood and save Isaac for his mother and the world!” But this was an inward struggle. The father controls his feelings and looks into his son’s face and says, “Isaac, must I tell you all?” His son said: “Yes, father. I thought you had something on your mind. Tell it.” The father said, “My son Isaac, thou art the lamb!” “Oh,” you say, “why didn’t that young man, if he was 20 or 30 years of age, smite into the dust his infirm father? He could have done it.” Ah! Isaac knew by this time that the scene

was typical of a Messiah who was to come, and so he made no struggle. They fell on each other’s necks and wailed out the parting. Awful and matchless scene of the wilderness. The rocks echo back the breaking of their hearts. The cry: “My son! My son!” The answer: “My father! My father!" TBs Arm of God. Do not compare this, as some people have, to Agamemnon, willing to offer up his daughter, Iphigenia, to plase the gods. There is nothing comparable to this wonderful obedience to the true God. You know that victims for sacrifice were always bound, so that they might not struggle away. Rawlings, the martyr, when he was dying for Christ’s sake, said to the blacksmith who held the manacles, “Fastens those chains tight now, for my flesh may struggle mightily.” So Isaac’s arms are fastened/ his feet are tied. The old man, rallying all his strength, lifts him on a pile of wood. Fastening a thong on one side of the altar, he makes it span the body of Isaac, and fastens the thong at the other side the altar, and another thong, and another thong. There is the lamp flickering in the wind, ready to be put under the brushwood of the altar. There is the knife, sharp and keen. Abraham — struggling with his mortal feelings on the one side and the commands of God on the other—takes that knife, rubs the flat of it on the palm of his hand, cries to God for help, comes up to the side of the altar, puts a parting kiss on the brow of his boy, takes a message from him for mother and home, and then, lifting the glittering weapon for the plunge of the death stroke—his muscles knitting for the work —the hand begins to descend. It falls! Not on the heart of Isaac, but on the arm of God, who arrests the stroke, making the wilderness quake with the cry: “Abraham! Abraham! Lay not thy hand upon the lad nor do him any harm!” What is this sound back in the woods! It is a crackling as of tree branches, a bleating and a struggle. Go, Abraham, and see what it is. Oh, it was a ram that, going through the woods, has its crooked horns fastened and entangled in the brushwood and could not get loose, and Abraham seizes it gladly and quickly unloosens Isaac from the altar, puts the ram *on in his place, sets the lamp under the "brushwood of the altar, and as the dense smoke of the sacrifice begins to rise the blood tools down the sides of the altar and drops hissing into the fire, and I hear the words, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.” Well, what are you going to get out of this? There is an aged minister of the gospel. He says: “I should get out of it that when God tells you to do a thing, whether it seems reasonable to you or not, go ahead and do it. Here Abraham couldn’t have been mistaken. God didn't speak so indistinctly that it was not certain whether he called Sarah or Abimelech or somebody else, but with divine articulation, divine intonation, divine emphasis, he said, ‘Abraham!’ Abraham rushed blindly ahead to do his duty, knowing that things would come out right. Likewise do so yourselves. There is a mystery of your life. There is some burden you have to carry. You don’t know why God has put it on you. There is some persecution, some trial, and you don’t know why God allows it. There is a work for you to do, and you have not enough grace, you think, to do it. Do as Abraham did. Advance, and do your whole duty. Be willing to give up Isaac, and perhaps you will not have to give up anything. ‘Jehovah-jireh’—the Lord will provide.” A capital lesson this old minister gives us. God Will Provide. Out yonder in his house is an aged woman. The light of heaven in her face, she is half way through the door; she has her hand on the pearl of the gate. Mother, what would you get out of this subject? “Oh,” she says, “I would learn that it is in the last pinch that God comes to the relief. You see, the altar was ready, and Isaac was fastened on it, and the knife was lifted, and just at the last moment God broke in and stopped proceedings. So it has been in my life of seventy years. Why, sir, there was a time when the flour was all out of the hoiise, and I set the table at noon and had nothing to put on it, but five’ minutes of 1 o’clock a loaf of bread came. The Lord will provide. My son was very sick, and I said: ‘Dear Lord, you don’t mean to take him away from me, do you? Please, Lord, don’t take him away. Why, there are neighbors who have three and four sons. This is my only son, this is my Isaac. Lord, you won’t take him away from me, will you?' But I saw he was getting worse and worse all the time, and I turned round and prayed, until after awhile I felt submissive, and I could say, ‘Thy will, O Lord, be done!’ The doctors gave him up, and we all gave him up. And, as was the custom in those times, we had made the grave clothes, and we were whispering about the last exercises when I looked, and I saw some perspiration on his brow, showing that the fever had broken, and he spoke to us so naturally that I knew he was going to get well. He did get well, and my son Isaac, whom I thought was going to be slain and consumed of disease, was loosened from that altar. And, bless your souls, that’s been so for seventy years, and if my voice were not so weak, and if I could see better, I could preach to you younger people a sermon, for though I can’t see much I can see this: Whenever you get into a tough place, and your heart is breaking, if you will look a little farther into the woods you will see, caught in the branches, a substitute and a deliverance. ‘My son, God will provide himself a lamb.’ ”

Thank you, mother, for that short sermon. I could preach back to you for a minute or two and say, never do you fear. I wish I had half as good a hope of heaven as you have. Do not fear, mother. Whatever happens, no harm will ever happen to _you. I was going up a long flight of stairs, and I saw an aged woman, very decrepit and with a cane, creeping on up. She made but very little progress, and £ felt very exuberant, and I said to her, “Why, mother, that is no way to go up stairs,” and I threw my arms around her and carried her up and put her down on the landing at the top of the stairs. She said: “Thank you, thank you. lam very thankful." Oh, mother, when you get through this life’s work and you want to go up stairs and rest in the good place that God has provided for you, you will not have to climb up—you will not have to crawl up painfully. The two arms that were stretched on the cross will be flung around you and you will be hoisted with a glorious life beyond all weariness and all struggle. May the God of Abraham and Isaac be with you until you see the Lamb on the hilltops. Typical of Jesus. Now, that aged minister has made a suggestion and this aged woman has made a suggestion. I will make a suggestion—lsaac going up the hill makes me think of the great sacrifice. Isaac, the only son of Abraham. Jesus, the only son of God. On those two “onlys” I build a tearful emphasis. O Isaac! O Jesus! But this last sacrifice was a more tremendous one. When the knife was lifted over Calvary, there was no voice that cried “Stop!” and no hand arrested it. Sharp, keen and tremendous, it cut down through nerve and artery until the blood sprayed the faces of the executioners and the midday sun dropped a veil of cloud over its face because it could not endure the spectacle. O Isaac of Mount Moriah! O Jesus of Mount Calvary! Better could God have thrown away into anihilation a thousand worlds than to have sacrificed his only Son. It was not

one of ten sons—lt was his only Son. If he had not given up him, you and I would have perished. “God so loved the world that he gave his only”—I stop there, not because I have forgotten the quotation, but because I want to think. “God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Great God, break my heart at the thought of that sacrifice. Isaac the only, typical of Jesus the only. You see Isaac going up the hill and carrying the wood. O Abraham, why not take the load off the boy? If he is going to die so* soon, why not make his last hours easy? Abraham knew that in carrying that wood up Mount Moriah Isaac was to be a symbol of Christ carrying his own cross up Calvary. Ido not know how heavy that cross was —whether it was made of oak or acacia or Lebanon cedar. 1 suppose it may have weighed 100 or 200 or 300 pounds. That was the lightest part of the burden. All the eins and sorrows of the world were wound around that cross. The heft of one, the heft of two, worlds—earth and hell were on his shoulders. O Isaac, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Moriah. O Jesus, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Calvary’, the agonies of earth and hell wrapped around that cross. I shall never see the heavy load on Isaac’s back that I shall not think of the crushing load on Christ’s back. For whom that load? For you. For yon. For me. For me. Would that all the tears that we have wept over our sorrows had been saved until this morning, and that we might now pour them out on the lacerated back and feet and heart of the Son of God. You say: “If this young man was 20 or 30 years of age, why did not he resist? Why was it not Isaac binding Abraham instead of Abraham binding Isaac? The muscle in Isaac’s arm was stronger than the muscle in Abraham’s withered arm. No young man 25 years of age would submit to have his father fasten him to a pile of wood with intention of burning.” Isaac was a willing sacrifice, and so a type of Christ who willingly came to save the world. If all the armies of heaven had resolved to force Christ out from the gate, they could not have done it. Christ was equal with God. If all the battalions of glory had armed themselves and resolved to put CJwist forth and make him come out and eave this world, they could not have succeeded in it. With one stroke he would have toppled over angelic and archangelic dominion. A Willing Sacrifice. But there was one thing that the omnipotent Christ could not stand. Our sorrows mastered him. He could not bear to see the world die without an offer of pardon and help, and if all heaven had armed itself to keep him back, if the gates of life had been bolted and double barred, Christ would have flung the everlasting doors from their hinges and would have sprung forth, scattering the hindering hosts of heaven like chaff before the whirlwind, as he cried: “Lo, I come to suffer! Lo, I come to die!” Christ—a willing sacrifice. Willing to take Bethlehem humiliation and sanhedrin outrage and whipping post maltreatment and Golgotha butchery. Willing to suffer. Willing to die. Willing to save. How does this affect you? Do not your' very best impulses bound out toward this painstaking Christ? Get down at his feet, Oye people. Put your lips against the wound on his right foot and help kiss away the pang. Wipe the foam from his dying lip. Get under the cross until you feel the baptism of his rushing tears. Take him into your heart, with warmest love ahd undying enthusiasm. By your resistances you have abused him long enough. Christ is willing to save you. Are you willing to be saved? It seems to me as if this moment were throbbing with the invitations of an all compassionate God. I have been told that the cathedral of St. Mark stands in a quarter in the center of the city of Venice, and that when the clock strikes 12 at noon all the birds from the city and the regions round about the city fly to the square and settle down. It came in this wise: A large hearted woman passing one noonday across the square saw some birds shivering in tho cold, and she scattered some crumbs of bread among them. The next day at the same hour she scattered more crumbs of bread among them, and so on from year to year until the day of her death. In her will she bequeathed a certain amount of money to keep up the same practice, and now, at the first stroke of the bell at noon, the birds begin to come there, and when the clock has struck 12 the square is covered with them. How beautifully suggestive. Christ comes out to feed thy soul to-day. The more hungry you feel yourselves to be the better it is. It is noon, and the gospel clock strikes 12. Come in flocks! Come in droves to the window! All the air is filled with the liquid chime: Come! .Come! Come!

THE SUMMER OF 1816.

A Sharp Frost Every Month—lce in This State in July. We continue to receive occasional inquiries concerning the “year in which there was no summer.” Some persons appear to have a wrong idea as to the time. It was the year 1816. It has been called “the year without a summer,” for there was a sharp frost every month. There are old farmers living in Connecticut who remember it well. The farmers used to refer to it as “eighteen hundred and starve to death.” January was mild, as was also February, with the exception of a few days. The greater part of March was cold and boisterous. April opened warm, but grew colder as it advanced, ending with snow and ice and winter cold. In May, ice formed half an inch thick, buds and flowers were frozen and corn killed. Frost, ice and snow were common in June. Almost every green thing was killed, and the fruit was nearly all destroyed. Snow fell to the depth of three Inches in New York and Massachusetts, and ten inches in Maine. July was accompanied with frost and ice. On the sth ice was formed of the thickness of witidoiv glass in New York, New England and Pennsylvania, and corn was nearly all destroyed in certain sections. In August, ice formed half an inch thick. A cold northern wind prevailed nearly all summer. Corn was so frozen that a great deal was cut down and dried for fodder. Very little ripened in New England, even here in Connecticut, and scarcely any even in the Middle States. Farmers were obliged to pay $4 or $5 a bushel for corn in 1816 for seed for the next spring’s planting. The first two weeks of September were mild, the rest of the month was cold, with frost and ice formed a quarter of an inch thick. October was more than usually cold, with frost and ice. November was cold and blustering, with snow enough for good sleighing. December was quite mild and comfortable.—Hartford Times. Surveys and examinations of the bituminous coal beds of Pennsylvania have led the Government experts to announce that at the present rate of con* sumption the supply will hot be exhausted for 800 yeatrs to come.

HELPFUL FARM HINTS

SUGGESTIONS FOR THE AGRICULTURIST AND STOCKMAN. Borne Handy Wrinkles in Loading Corn Fodder—How to Repair Broken Wail Plaster Causeways Can Be Built of Wood—Farm Notes. Loading Bulky Forage. The device shown in Fig. 1 represents the front part of the running gear of a common farm wagon to which is attached a sort of fodder or brush frame. This frame is constructed as follows: Take two 3x3-lnch poles, 12

FIG. 1.

feet long, place them in position as shown at Fig. 1; a a a are hardwood boards 8 inches wide. The last one Is 8 feet long, with the other two to correspond! These arc nailed ts the poles. At b b are holes in which stakes are placed to prevent fodder or brush slipping off.. The upper ends of the poles are placed on the bolster of the wagon; the lower drag on the ground. A coupling pole runs from the axle to the crosspiece, c. This attaches the fodder drag securely to the wagon and permits of turning, etc. The figure shows the drag in position as seen from above. As no iron work Is necessary, any farmer can easily construct one himself. The illustration renders its building perfectly easy. The drag is not only useful for hauling fodder, but comes handy in disposing of brush or any bulky material which is difficult to load upon wagons, A variation of this device, made specially for loading corn fodder, Is shown In Fig. 2. Cut a 10-foot, 2-inch board 12 inches wldo Into two equal lengths. Place those side by side flatwise, a a, and secure firmly by means of 2x2-lnch cleats, b. Bore an auger hole near the upper end of each board, and with stay chains fasten this ladder to back end of the rack.

FIG. 2.

Take up an armful of fodder, walk up the ladder and deposit it on the front of the rack. Continue piling as high as desired until the load is complete.—American Agriculturist. A Billy an a Bulldozer. The worst bull I ever had or saw—and I have had an average of twenty bulls for the last fifteen years—was tamed by reaching over a board fence and striking his horns while he was pawing and bellowing during his efforts to reach us through or over the fence. This bull would chase a man out of a large field, and surely kill him, if reached. But he was subdued with a small, round, hardwood stick in the hands of a butcher who came to my place to buy him, which he did and took the bull away, on foot, singlehanded, and drove It before him two miles without assistance. » Building Causeways of Wood. In some regions stone suitable for building causeway walls is not at hand. In such case a passageway for cattle may be made under a road by using wooden timbers for the sides, as shown In the accompanying illustration. The

CAUSEWAY OF WOOD.

timbers are spiked or trenalled together to keep firmly,in place. Cross pieces at the bottom hold the sides from pressing together, while the timbers at the top serve the same purpose. Such a wall is much more easily constructed than one made of stone.—Orange Judd Farmer. Bleached Celery. Celery bleached in this weather must be used at once. About a week’s time, according to the Philadelphia Ledger, is required. In cold weather It takes longer. At this season many growers use boards, held the proper distance apart at the top by triangular-sbaped boards, nailed to the ends of the board of one side, the other board resting up against the opposite side of it. Another contrivance to keep the boards the proper distance apart is a strip of tin a half inch wide, straight at the top, but with two half circles, an eighth of an Inch wide, cut In the bottom side, near the ends, to fit over a nail driven in the end of each board, near the top. The tin should be only long enough to keep the boards the right distance apart at the top. The boards should hold the top of the stalks fairly dose, but not bind them. Care of Young Pigs. If the pigs scour at three or four weeks old, It is in most cases on account •f an overloaded stomach. They begin

to feed heartfly at about three weeks old, and, if fed liberally, they will gorge themselves. The rtfifiedy is simple If taken in time. If they have been fed slop, cut down the amonnt. If they have been allowed a full feed of corn, limit them in thia Scorched flour of a cheap grade, fed dry, will aid in checking the trouble. It la well to remember that the sow must be put under the same treatment as the pigs. It is useless to try to check the trouble in the pigs, and continue to crowd the aow with rich rations. When the trouble commences in a litter, all the litter are apt to be affected. When bnce they are taken with this trouble the difficulty in getting all to going again does not He so much in checking it as in feeding up to full rations again with recurrence of the trouble. With continued recurrence the trouble becomes chronic. When It reaches this stage, the pigs are of little value, as it is almost impossible to get them back to their former thrifty condition.—National Stockman. Calf-Feeding Arrangement. A practical old farmer, who Is all the time studying how to improve his farm methods, gives the following simple device for holding a pail when feeding the calves: First, make a frame out of plank a foot wide, and long enough to accommodate the number of calves to be fed, leaving the bottom open. Take a board a foot wide; with a keyhole saw cut holes large enough to take a pall in half way up the sides, in number equal to the number of calvesi Nall this on the top of the plank frame. Fasten the whole to the side of the barn, or if It be used out of doors, to the fence, so It can be moved away. When the time comes tp feed, set the palls along in the holes and pour the milk in. By this means each calf Is given Its own mess, and the palls cannot be tipped over.—Dairyman. Repairing Broken Wall Plaster. Always In repairing bits of wail or celling remove all the adjoining portion of plaster that Is loose, then Industriously brush the exposed lath until not a particle of plastering remains. Now carefully wash with a hand broom. This will swell out the fiber of the lath. Let dry for one day, again brush and

REPAIRING BROKEN WALL PLASTER.

either make half-inch boles In the lath as at a, or drive iq plenty of %-Inch wire nails to about half their length as at b, or Insert small screws left projecting a little less than the thickness of the wall as at c. The object of all of these plans Is to hold the plastering firmly in position. When patching a wall It is best to put In more hair than usual and be certain to press the plaster Into every crevice, using none but well-made mortar. Do not mix and apply the same day, but let it season or ripen as masons do. Better still, where but a bushel or so 1* needed, go to some place where building Is going on, or to a mason who keeps it ready-made, and obtain a better article than you can possibly make and at a trifling expense.—Farm and Home. How to Tighten Wagon Tire*. Wagpn tires will become loose in dry weather, and some owners think the remedy Iles in having them cut and reset. A better way is to soak in water until tight, and then soak in boiling oil. A Bucks County farmer fixing his wagon wheels one day last week had an iron pan, six inches deep, the bottom slightly rounded—that Is, deeper In the middle than at the ends. This, half full of linseed-oil, was resting its ends on two stones over a fire. When the oil was at boiling heat, a wheel, raised by a Jack .to be Just the right height, was placed over the pan so the rim would be covered by the oil, and was run through the oil until every part of the rim was saturated. This, the owner said, fastened the tire permanently, and preserved the wood of the wheel.—Philadelphia Ledger.

Time of Seeding Crimson Clover. In experiments in New Jersey, according to the station record, it was found that where the soil was not reasonably good it was necessary, In order to secure a good stand, to delay sowing until September. On poor soils excellent crops were secured when the seed was sown even as late as October. For good lands the author recommends that seed be sown between July 15 and September 15. It was found that In New Jersey spring seeding either alone or with oats gave disappointing results. To Keep Harness from Kipping. To prevent splices in lines or other parts of harness from ripping, says the Massachusetts Ploughman, use car, pet staples (double-pointed tacks), drive through the points of the splice and clinch on opposite side. I drive one on each side of the loop in the billet (the part that buckles into the bit), and use them in various parts of my harness and often make splices with them. t Gum on Cherry Trees. Excessive gum on cherry trees seems to be due to lack of potash. At least a bushel or so es unleached wood ashes worked well into the soil about the roots of a tree that was badly affected caused it to heal over smooth,, gro.W vigorously and bear abundantly. 0 Winter Rye. It will pay to sow more rye for winter pasture and as a green crop to turn under; one and one-half bushels.of rye and six quarts of red clover seed to the acre, if sown by the Ist of September, will afford plenty of winter and spring pasturage. Pedigree Pigs. Well-bred pigs that are kept growing are ready for the market all the time. Scrub hogs de hot begin to get fat until they have got age on them.

DOWN WITH ROBBERY

LITERAL TRANSLATION OF THE TERM ••PROTECTION." Its Whole Significance la Class Leg-islation-Contradictory Claims Made by Ita Worshipers—Some Plain Facta Concerning; Wages and the Tariff. Protection la Un-American. In a labored attempt to convince an advocate of Government bounties on farm products that the protection fraud benefits the farmer, the New York Press opposes the bounty system on the ground that it would be paternalism. Such a policy, it declares, “would simply be taxing American citizens to enable American farmers to undersell English farmers in England.’* This is quite true, yet the Press does not seem to see that its logic condemns the taxation of American citizens in order to enable American manufacturers to charge higher prices to American consumers. That this is the object and effect of a protective tariff is an established fact. The declarations of such eminent Republicans as McKinley and Harrison against cheapness proves that protectionists want to have goods dear. And the range of prices under various tariffs shows that increased protection always results in higher prices. If taxing the whole people to benefit the farmers would be paternalism, the Press would probably call the policy of taxing everybody to benefit a small class of manufacturers patriotism. That paper has for years supported a system by which the farmers were robbed through high taxation and high prices due to tariff monopoly. Now that the farmers have discovered the swindle which was steadily impoverishing them, and are demanding a share of Government favors, the protection organs shout “paternalism," and say the demand Is preposterous. It is true that the proposition to take money from one set of citizens to give It to another class Is paternalism, and that for that reason Democrats oppose the bounty system. On the same ground they condemn protection, which is tho assumption by the Government of the right to regulate production by compelling the whole people to pay more for the goods of certain manufacturers. If that is not paternalism of the rankest kind, there is no meaning in words. The Press knows well that the spirit of free American institutions Is opposed to paternalistic schemes. Hence, its desire to show that bounties on farm products would be paternalism. But in so doing It furnishes the best of reasons for rejecting the unjust meddling system of protection which it dally advocates.

Some Protection Benefits. Believing that in the discussion of such important Issues as the tariff question both sides should be given a hearing, the following brief arguments In favor of protection are published: 1. Protection shuts out foreign goods and thereby prevents competition and benefits manufacturers by raising the price of their goods. 2. A high tariff stimulates competition and thus cuts down prices of manufactured goods. 8. Under protection the burden of taxation falls on the foreigner who sells his products In our markets. 4. The tariff tax being al ways added to the price which consumers must pay for imported goods, the domestic manufacturer is enabled to pay his employes higher wages if he wishes to do so. B. As a protective tariff does not interfere with the free Importation of-labor, manufacturers can guard against excessive wages by employing foreign workingmen; 6. The protective duties levied on raw materials serve as a check on the too rapid growth of domestic industries. 7. Such raw materials as hides, which are largely produced by the American farmer, should be exempted from protective taxes and allowed to come in free. 8. Protection encourages manufacturers by cutting down the prices of goods and Increasing the wages of their employes. 9. A high tariff benefits workingmen by increasing the cost of all kinds of goods they buy, and by attracting to this country the unemployed labor of the rest of the world. 10. The protective doctrine, if adopted by all the commercial nations of the world, would enable each country to produce Its own goods, and thus do away with all International commerce. 11. By Its stimulation of home Industry a high tariff will enable the American manufacturer to sell his products in all the markets of the world. For these reasons and numerous others equally logical, protection should be favored by all who are Incapable of studying the question for themselves.

Pid Not Condemn the Administration. For the past six months the small-fry Republican argans have been shrieking against the iniquity of the bond sales by which this country was prevented from going onto the silver standard, and plunging again into panic and business depression. In the bitterness of their assaults op the integrity of the administration the Pennsylvania papers were especially prominent, surpassing even the Western Populists in their diatribes against “the men who issued bonds in a time of peace.” When the Republican State Convention of Pennsylvania met at Harrisburg it was expected that the alleged public indignation against the Democratic policy of maintaining the gold reserve would find vent in resolutions condemning the bond issues. But while the usual McKinley protest was made against the Wilson tariff, and the Democrats -blamed for all the evil results of protection, the convention said not a word about the sale of bonds. The natural inference is that the Republican leaders who controlled the convention realize that the action of the administtation is not unpopular, else they would have sought to gain votes by declaring against it. .When Republican conventions do not find it wise to disapprove of Democratic action in avoiding a disastrous panic, it is safe to assume that there is nothing to apologize for in connection with the recent Issue of bonds. Every Housewife Knows the Truth. There is not a housewife in the land who has not felt by experience the advantages of the Wilson law in the re-

duced cost of 25 per cent on woolen goods alone, and tae Republican Congress that attempts to restore the McKinley duties of 33 per cent on raw wool and 97 per cent on woolen fab* rics will only evoke ridicule and disgust. The Wilson law removed the tax one-half on woolen goods and altogether on raw wool. The compensatory balance in favor of the wool growers has been so remarkable tn better prices and demand as to make even the flockmaaters advocates of the new tariff. Reduced prices to purchasers who use about $800,000,000 worth of woolen goods a year, an average of sl2 per capita for the whole country, cannot be restored to, the McKinley figures, and the party that advocates It simply flirts with dlssolutlon.-rPhiladelphla Times. Down, Calamity Howler. Increase In wages is one of the most reliable signs of a reviving business, and judging from that standpoint there can be little doubt that we have reached the dawn of prosperity. Since the latter part of March, according to the New York Times, 230 employers of labor, whether as individuals or forming firms or corporations, have Increased the wages of their employes and these employes reach the very respectable total of 128,000. To substantiate its assertion or rather to afford an opportunity to all to prove its accuracy, the Times publishes a list of the individuals, Jirms and companies which have Increased wages, and a great variety ot industries these represent. Among those benefited by these increases in wages we note those who work In silk, woolen, cotton, linen, paper, flannel and knit goods mills; those engaged in coke, iron and steel Industries; employes in tube mills and boiler works rolling mills, foundries, tanneries, puddlers x coat-makers, garment workers and those following the oil well business in Pennsylvania. Employes in the cotton mills of Fall River, Mass., to the number of 25,000, have received an Increase of 12)4 per cent.; 25,000 cotton textile workers in New Bedford have got an increase of 5 per cent.; 15,000 men in the Western Pennsylvania coke district are benefited 15 per cent; 5,000 employes in the National'Tube Works and Rolling Mills at McKeesport, Pa„ 10 per cent.; 2,200 employes of the Riverside Iron Company, Wheeling, W. Va„ 10 per cent.; 5,000 garment workers In Philadelphia; and during last week 10,000 workers in tho vicinity of Pittsburg received an advance in wages. This Is only a partial list, but it lays low the calamity howler. Still Trying to Deceive. With the undentable facts of business prosperity and higher wages under the Wilson tariff making Democratic votes dally, the despairing New York Tribune resorts to the device of deliberate falsehoods about the condition of trade. Looking tearfully through blue ruin glasses at the country's industries, that paper whines that perhaps things are not so very prosperous after all, and ns proof of tho sad state of affairs it refers to “the great strikes In woolen and carpet mills which have foiled.” The Tribune does not give the names of the woolen and carpet mills where great strikes have failed. And for the very good reason that there were no such mills. Since the Wilson bill went In force there is not one single instance of a strike in.a,px-Unportant woolen or carpet mill which has failed to win substantial concession from employers. Many of the lending woolen mills voluntarily advanced wages from 5 to 25 per cent., a noticeable Instance being the woolen and worsted factories of Rhode Islnnd, which Increased the wages of all their employes 7)4 per cent, on Aug. 1. In some parts of the country there have been strikes, but they have practically all been successful. The great strike in the carpet Industry of Philadelphia; where 8,000 operatives demanded higher tvages, was won by the strikers, the last of the mills signing the increased wage scale last week. These facts wore,, of course, well known to the Tribune, but It would not have suited its partisan objects to have told the truth. But if that paper had any fair-minded readers they must be ashamed of its wilful refusal to publish the truth when it hurts the Republicans.

Advancc of Waxes in Woolen Mills. Last week the report of a voluntary advance in wages by the Providence, National, Saranac and Manton woolen mills at Olney ville, R. 1., was confirmed and n Providence telegram stated that an advance on light weight woolen goods had been made in the Farewell mills at Central Falls. At the same time an increase of wages was made at the Harris woolen, Lippitt woolen, Perseverance worsted, Simpson worsted and Prendergast's woolen mills. “Free wool" is surely working wonders for labor. Careful and conservative lists show that since the Wilson reduced tariff took effect last autumn there has been an increase of wages in fifty American woolen mills. This is quite phenomenal, and no logical explanation of the fact is possible save that the great boon of free wool which the Wilson bill gave Amep. lean woolen manufacturers has enabled them to expand and branch out as they have never before done. The woolen industries are placed by the new tariff on high vantage ground for obtaining satisfactory sales of their products both at home and abroad. Free trade in raw wools is a bonanza of untold value to them. This is the logic of the greatly improved and Improving situation in all American woolen mills.— New York Herald. " Yet McKinley’s Star Has Set. Recent reports from Fall River, Mass., show that 36 corporations, oj> eratlng 64 mills an®' representing an aggregate of $21,000,000 of capital, have paid out ss32,BZscdn dividends for the last quarter, this being an average of more than 2%per cent. Also it is stated that these dividends do not represent the phenomenal prosperity of those and other mills at the present time. “Nearly every corporation in town is so far freed from debt that its paper has an Al rating in financial circles,” and a new record is, bqlng made In the erection of cotton mills while several important additions are made or in process of being made to mills already in operation. A Point in Political Economy. Sooner or later Mr. McKinley’s demand for a tax on raw wool will puncture the tire of his boom. Put a tack there!