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Damaging Evidence Brought Outatthe Jackson Trial.

DETECTIVES AND REPORTERS.

Vliat Jackson .and Walling Said AV hen They Were First Arrested Accused Each Other of the Terrible Crime—Will

Wood'* Letters Introduced, but Their Contents Will Never Reach the Public. CINCINNATI, April 28.—The second

week of the trial of Scott Jackson for the murder of Pearl Bryan began yesterday morning in the Campbell county courtroom. There was present a large gathering of attorneys, local and foreign newspaper men, and as many men and women as the small courtroom would hold.

The first witness called by the state was Cal Crim, the detective. In response to who was 011 the witnes stand nearly all morning. He described the scene where the body was found, spoke of the search of the room, and, interrupted by numerous objections by Attorney Crawford, was allowed to tell of some of the statements made by Jackson and Walling to the police authorities after the arrest.

The witness said: "Jackson said that lie believed that Walling had killed the girl. He said that he had promised Walling $50 to perform an operation on Pearl Bryan, and he sent for the girl. He believed that Walling killed her. To this Walling replied in Jackson's presence: 'You know you lie. You know you killed the girl yourself.' Walling also said that Jackson had given the girl cocaine, and he told us where we could go and find the druggist who sold the drug. Walling said that he met Jackson a few days before their arrest. Jackson had a paper in his hand, and said: 'I see these d—d detectives are working 011 those shoes. They will get us into trouble yet.' He said that next day he saw Jackson, who said: 'Those detectives have gone to Greencastle. Things are looking d—d blue for us.1 To this statement of Walling's, .Jackson replied: 'That's a -lie you know its a lie.' "Jackson said that he and Walling 3iad thrown away Pearl Bryan's clothing, and a .skirt and a pair of curling Irons in A coat, and Walling wrapped tip the underclothes. He said they went to the Newport bridge and threw the things over. They made two trips to the river. I heard the conversation next morning. We did" nothing to make Jackson talk."

The witness then said: "Jackson And Wallingjwere brought into the presence of the headless woman brought from Fort Thomas. Walling said: 'I -have every reason to believe that Jackson killed her..' Jackson said: 'I be---lieve that body is that of Pearl Bryan. gness it is because I can see her relative here.' He also said: I believe Walling killed her.'

The witness then gave a detailed account of the conversation overheard by 4hft polio* over the telephone line connected with the "fly" or sensitive cell, ,4m which the two prisoners were placed W$ietfc brought back to Central police 4tetfon from the Hamilton county jail, during the course of which Jackson -4utd walling that he had played his jprt well and cautioned him to ".stand {Hit** when they got over the rivet, ^...fi^opaist John Legner was next examined ftnd teld of Jackson leaving a j«altas at ids place.

Detective Jaek McDermott was itha -jflrst witness at the afternoon session, fie said that .the marks on the ground JtM the aeene of the murder would inJtlcate tifcat Pearl had been violently jttixown down an the bank. He also related circumstances of the conversations in the sensitive cell.

The next witness was J. E. Grillo, a reporter of Cincinnati. He testified that he was present when the prisoner was searched. He was shown Pearl Bryan's handkerchiefs, and identified them as having been found on Jaokson when he was searched. Grillo asked Jackson where he got them. Jackson replied that he had found them on a Oumminsville car the Sunday preceding his arrest. Two bridge tickets were also found on Jackson. The ticket he read was a carriage ticket, and read •'.horse and vehicle."

Charles Rogers of Heider's hotel testified to Walling coming in at 8 o'clock of the morning Pearl Bryan's body was found and staying at the hotel for the remainder of the night. Walling's clothes were wet. His testimony was corroborated by William .C. Martin of the same hotel.

Harry Hays, who is connected with the firm of Louis & Hays of Greencastle, Ind., was the next witness. He knew Pearl Bryan very well all her life. He told about Pearl Bryan buying a pair of shoes at Louis & Havs' on Nov. 18. Tliey are the shoes thatf'were found on her dead body. Mrs Stanley was present at the time of the sale. The witness identified the shoes found on the dead girl. He also corroborated Shoe Dealer Poock's story about the shoes having been manufactured in Portsmouth, O. They were the only pair of that style and size in the store.

He also identified rubber shoes found on the dead girl's feet. He remembered that she had a pair of rubbers at 4he time she bought the shoes. The rubbers were not narrow enough to fit the shoes, which are known as "the ueedle toe." He advised her to get a pair of rubbers to fit the shoes and she answered, "No, I'll make the old rubbers do awhile.''

William L. Finch, a newspaper reporter, next testified to the finding of Jackson's coat in the sewer at the corner of Richmond and John streets. He .saw detective Witte search the coat and saw him take out a small handful of Slaves from the upper outside pocket nd also a leaf from a lower ppeket. -"'iVill Wood was then recalled and said was at Plymouth, Ind., on Feb. 1, isiting from Friday noon to Monday oon.i He wrote to Scott Jackson from iopth on Sunday, on a typewriter, signed it with a "B." Attorney 40rawford produced a letter which the witness identified as the one he had cent. He also identified as his own the interlineations with a lead pencil. He I was at the Oliver house in South Bend r,' Feb. 3, and wrote Jackson a letter on -that day with a pen, signed "B." vat Crawford produced another letter, tei whi' the witness also identified as the ,4ne he had written. These are the let«

ters which were nnprintable and which had been missing for several days. Judge Helm glanced at the letters and then asked all the women present to retire. There were about two dozen women present and they all retired.

Colonel Crawford then read the letters. They told of some of Wood's escapades, and retaliated the fact that he, the writer, had to play the part of a hypocrite. He was tired of keeping so straight-laced and if Jackson wanted him to come to Cincinnati lie would do it. The letters were full of allusions of the most filthy character.

In answer to questions Wood said that Jackson had had a most degrading influence over him since he was 17 years old. He would always do what Jackson told him.

This testimony was objected to by Attorney Crawford, and after hearing arguments on the point, Judge Helm adjourned court.

ORDERED OUT.

Report of the Ohio Food and Dairy Department Investigation. COLUMBUS, O., April 28.—The joint

legislative committee appointed March 9 to investigate the charges against the state food and dairy department, reported yesterday morning. They find that the preponderance of evidence is on the side of Dr. A. J. White of New York, in his charge that he paid Judge Amos Dye of Cincinnati five $1,000 bills in consideration of an agreement that 110 further prosecution should be made against Pascola. They do not go to the extent of a conviction, however, but recommend the dismissal of Dye from the department.

Mr. McNeal, food and dairy commissioner, is completely exonerated, but in order that hardships in special cases may be avoided, it is recommend that the commissioner survey all cases with the greatest scrutiny.

Dr. C. P. T. Fennel of Cincinnati, a chemist Deputy Commissioner Luebbing of Cincinnati and Dr. J. A. Sterritt of Troy, drug deputy, will also be dismissed from the department if the committee's recommendation is acquiesced

ON RUSSIAN SOIL.

Hung Chang Reaches Odessa on|Hia Way to Moscow. Odessa, April 28.—Li Hung Chang

arrived here yesterday on his way to Moscow to attend the coronation of the czar as the representative of the Emperor of China. The distinguished Chinese statesman was received by the civil and military officials and a guard of honor.

The mayor of the city presented him with bread and salt, according to the Russian custom, as a symbol otf welcome and hospitality on Russian soil.

The port is gayly decorated and the city has put on holiday attire in honor of the visitor. It was expected that Li Hung Chang would remain several days in Odessa, but he has decided to start for St. Petersburg at once. He has in his possession a letter from the Emperor of China to the czar and a number of magnificent presents.

ANOTHER PFEARL BRYAN CASE.

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BJP^falp, April 28.—Buffalo now has a Pearl Bryan ease. The head of a woman was fovnd on the farm of ..John Hoag, near Orchard Park, late Saturdaj afternoon. The fact was reported to Coroner Tucker yesterday afternoon. Hoag had been drawing manure from the city, and white spreading it. out discovered the head. It was wrapped in a Buffalo newspaper, and had a ballet hole in the oocipltal region.

It seems impossible to trace the head definitely Hoag had been drawing manure from, several livery stables in this city. Dr. Tweedy, the postmortem examiner has the member to examine and ascertain if possible if death was due to the decapitation or the hole in the skull. Meanwhile the police are trying to find a body to fit.

A Millie* Dollar Gift,

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Bradley, one of the wealthiest residents •of Peoria, has just made known, her intention of building a polytechnic institute, which, with the endowments, will .amount to a gift of $1,000,000. It will be in charge of the board of school inspectors and have accommodations for .750 pupils. There will be a series of buildings. Mrs. Bradley has already given the city a hospital, a church, a public park of 145 acres and a home for aged women.

Cnllom Still in the Fight.

SPRINGFIELD, Ills., April 28.—Senator Shelby M. Gullom is in the fight for the presidential nomination to stay. He said so himself today. "I have written no letter of withdrawal and shall write none," he said. "I am in the struggle to win or lose and desire that my friends of this state and others clearly understand my position."

Italy Hacking Down.

LONDON., April 28.—A dispatch from Rome to The Chronicle says: "The report is confirmed that the Italian government has given general Baldis sera the commander of the Italians in Abyssinia, full liberty to evacuate Cassala. The semi-official Corriere Napoli, declares that the evacuation is perhaps only a question of days."

State Ulilitia Ordered Out.

New Orleans, April 28.—The governor has ordered two companies of militia from this city to Natchitoches. Trouble is threatened there on account of the refusal of Democrat election officials to proclaim the result of the election according to the ballot cast by Populists, but which the Democrats claim were fraudulent.

Revolting Indians Dispersed.

On OF Mr.xico, April 28.—A telefmni Oaxaca reports that the •:u. fit revolting Indians have been ,vlv .aspersed and their, leader ar-i-t-o 11-.. it appears some Indian coffee •growers had been informed they would have to pay 50 cents annual tax on each tree while the new state tax was merely nominal.

Insanity Defense.

DES MOINES, April 28.—*8. R. Dawson, for the murder of his son-in-law, Walter Scott, is on trial in the district court here. The old man shot Scott 15 minutes after the latter had married Clara Dawson.

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THE CHUBCH GARDEN

REV. DR. TALMAGE DESCRIBES MANY BEAUTIES.

Closing Words.

The Bible is a great poem. We have in it faultless rhythm and bold imagery and startling antithesis and rapturous lyric and sweet pastoral and instructive narrative and devotional psalm, thoughts expressed in style more scl&ain than that of Montgomery, more bold than that of Milton, more terrible than that of Dante, more natural than that of Wordsworth, more impassioned than that of Pollock, more tender than that of Cowper, more weird than that of Spenser.

This great poem brings all the gems of the earth into its coronet, and it weaves the flames of judgment into its garlands, and pours eternal harmonies in its rhythm. Everything this book touches it makes beautiful, from the plain stones of the summer thrashing floor to the daughters of Nahor filling the trough for the camels, from the fish pools of Heslibon up to the psalmist praising God with the diapason of storm and whirlwind, and Job's imagery of Orion, Arcturus and the Pleiades.

The Charch.

My text leads us into a scene of summer redolence. The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne added to the glory of his reign by decreeing that they be established all through the realm, deciding even the names of the flowers to be planted there. Henry IV at Montpellier established gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French plants. One of the sweetest spots on earth was the garden of Shenstone, the poet. His writings have made but little impression on the world, but his garden, 'The Leasowers," will be immortal. To the natural advantage of that place was brought the perfection of art. Arbor and terrace and slope and rustic temple and reservoir and urn and fountain here had their crowning. Oak and yew and hazel put forth their richest foliage. There was no life more diligent no soul more ingenious, than that of Shenstone, and all that diligence and genius he brought to the adornment of that one treasured spot. He gave £300 fox it. He sold it for £17,000. And yet Lam to .tell you today ofa rtchergqrdenfhan any I have mentioned. It is the garden spoken of in my text the gavdan of the church, wMon belongs to Christ. He bought it, he .planted it, beowns it, and he shall hare H. Walter flewttt in bis outlay at ^^botprfcpKl, i?fn«t ,, (Jarfcane, and tasty* &***> guttem, yon epa almost t^k or imagina thai yon mm fbe Wpod jot tint old nai'g broken heart. The payment of tfel kMt IftOOkOO* eearMtoea hint But I hove to tell' yon tbat Cbsftsf life and Christf* Aeetil tow* ft* ,entity of thb

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WASHINGTON, April 26.—As the parks in Washington are abloom with hyacinths and the gardens are being made the simile dominant in this subject is very suggestive and practical. Dr. Talmage's text was Isaiah lviii, 11, "Thou shalt be like a watered garden."

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and toaas and pap«rt and MSM ItoU me, jp women who saw hfra.hwngi me, ye executioners wholifted him fend let him down! Telia** son feat didst hftW T« rooks that fell! Christ loved the charch and gave himself for it. If the garden of the church belongs to Christ, oertainly he has a right to walk in it Come, then, O blessed Jesus, today, walk up and down these aisles and pluck what thou wilt of sweetness for thyself.

The church in my text is. appropriately compared to. a garden because it is the place of choice flowers, of select fruits and of thorough irrigation. That would be a strange garden In which there were no flowers. If nowhere else, they would be along the borders or at the gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate something,, if It be only the old fashioned hollyhock or, dahlia or daffodil, but if there be larger means then you will find the Mexican cactus, and blazing azalea, and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden, and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever flowered upon the world. Some of them are violets, inconspicuous, but sweet as heaven. You have to search and find them. You do not see them very often perhaps, but you find wh re they have been by the brightened face of the invalid, and the sprig of geranium on the stand, and the new window curtains keeping out the glare of the sunlight. They are perhaps more like the ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid the thorns and briers of life, giving kiss for sting, and many a man who has had in his way some great black rock of trouble has found that they have coveredit all over with flowery jasmine, running in and out amid the crevices. These flowers in Christ's garden are not, like the sunflower, gaudy in the light, but wherever darkness hovers over a soul that needs to be comforted there they stand, night blooming cereuses.

Thorny Plants.

But in Christ's garden there are plants that may be better compared to the Mexican cactus—thorns without, loveliness within, men with sharp points of character. They wound almost every one that touches them. They are hard to handle. Men pronounce them nothing but thorns, but Christ, loves them notwithstanding all their Bhaipnesses. Many a man lias had a.veryliard ground to cultiv^tq, and it basonfy been through severe ferial he, has raised even the smallest crop grace., Averyharslh minister was talking to a very placid elder, and the placid elder said to the harsh minister, "Doctor, I do wish you would control your temper." 'Ah," said the minister to the elder, "I control more temper in five minutes than you do in five years."

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It is harder for 6ome men to do right than for other men to do right. The grace that would elevate you to the seventh heaven might not keep your brother from knocking a man down. I had a friend who came to me and said, "I dare not join the church." I said, "Why?" "Oh," he said, "I have such a violent temper. Yesterday morning I was crossing very early at the Jersey City ferry, and I saw a milkman pour a large quantity of water into the milk can, and I said to him, 'I think that will do,' and he insulted me, and I knocked him down. Do you think I ought to join the church?" Nevertheless that very same man, who was so harsh in his behavior, loved Christ and could not speak of sacred things without tears of emotion and affection. Thorns without, sweetness within the best specimen of the Mexican cactus I ever saw.

There are others planted in Christ's garden who are always radiant, always impressive, more like the roses of deep hue that we occasionally find, called 'Giants of Battle,'' the Martin Luthers, St, Pauls, Clirysostoms, Wyclifs, Latimers and Samuel Rutherfords. What in other men is a spark in them is a conflagration. When they sweat, they sweat great drops of blood. When they pray, their prayers take fire. When they preach, it is a Pentecost. When they fight, it is a Thermopylae When they die, it is a martyrdom. You find a great many roses in the gardens, but only a few "Giants of Battle." Men say, "Why don't you have more of them in the church?" I say, "Why don't you have in the world more Humboldts and Wellingtons?" God gives to some ten talents to another, one.

In this garden of the church which Christ has planted I also find the snowdrops, beautiful, but cold looking, seemingly another phase of winter. I mean those Christians who are precise in their tastes, unimpassioned, pure as snowdrops and as cold. They never shed any tears they never get excited they never say anything rashly they never do anything precipitately. Their pulses never flutter their nerves never twitch their indignation never boils over. They live longer tliaji most people, but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to above the staff. In their music of life they have no staccato passages. Christ planted them in the church, and they must be of some service or they would not be there—snowdrops, always snowdrops. ........

But I have not told you of the most beautiful flower of all this garden spoken of in the text. If you see a century plant, your emotions, are startled. You say, "Why, this flower has been 100 years gathering up for one bloom, and it will be 100 years more before other petals will come out" But I have to tell you of a plant.thaLwas gathering, up from all ^eternity, and ^that ,1,90Q,. yea?* ago put, forth its, bloopi nevM to witfacpvIt is the passion plant of tb© cross I Proph^ts foretold jit, Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud, the rocks shook at its bursting, and the dead got up In their winding sheets to see ftte full bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood at the roots, blood on. the branobes, blood on all the leaves. Its perfume ^is to fill all.the .nations, ^lts breath.-. i& hemren. Come, winds

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ly compared to a garden because it is a plaqe of fruits* That would be a strange garden which had in it no berries* no plums or peaches or apricots. The ooarser fruits are planted in the orchard, or they are set out on the sunny hillside, but the choicest fruits are kept in the garden. So in the world outside the churoh Christ has planted a great many beautiful things—patience, charity, generosity, integrity—but he intends the choicest fruits to be in the garden, and if they are not there, then shame on the church.

Religion is not a mere sentimentality. It is a practical, life giving, healthful fruit—not posies, but apples. "Oh." says somebody, "I don't see what your garden of the church has yielded." In reply I ask where did your asylums come from, and your hospitals, and your institutions of mercy? Christ planted dvery one of them. He planted them in his garden. When Christ gave sight to Bartimeus, he laid the cornerstone to every blind asylum that has ever been built. When Christ soothed the demoniac of Galilee, he laid the cornerstone of every lunatic asylum that has ever been established. When Christ said to the sick man, 'Take up thy bed and walk,'' he laid the Cornerstone of every hospital the world has ever seen. When Christ said, "I was in prison and ye visited me,'' he laid the cornerstone of every prison reform association that has ever been or^mized. The church of Christ is a glorious garden, and it is full of fruit.

I know there is some poor fruit in it. I know th(T. are some weeds that ought to be thrown over the fence. I know thero are son'o crab apple trees that ought to be cut down. I know there are some wild graphs that ought to be uprooted, but are you going to destroy the whole garden boeav-e of a little gnarled fruit? You will find worm eaten leaves inFontainebleauand insects that sting in the fairy groves of the Champs Elysees. You do not tear down and destroy the whole garden because there area few specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit there are men and women in the church who ought not to be there, but let us be just as frank and admit the fact that .there are hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of glorious Christian men and women-—holy, biassed, useful, qonsecrated and triumphant There is lip grander, nobler collection in all the O^rth the oollection of Christiana

There are Christian men in this house whose religion is not a matter of psalm winging and church going. Tomorrow morning that religion will keep them just as consistent and consecrated in their worldly occupation as it ever kept

them at the communion table. There are women here today of a higher type of character than Mary of Bethany. They not only sit at the feet of Christ, but they go out into the kitchen to help Martha in her work that she may sit there too. There is a woman who has a drunkard husband who has exhibited more faith and patience and courage than Ridley in the fire. He was consumed in 20 minutes. Hers has been a 20 years' martyrdom. Yonder is a man who has been 15 years on his back, unable to feed himself, yet calm and peaceful as though he lay on one of the green banks of heaven, watching the oarsmen dip their paddle in the crystal river! Why, it seems tome this moment as if St. Paul threw to us a pomologist's catalogue of the fruits growing in this great garden of Christ—love, joy, peace, patience, charity, brotherly kindness, gentleness, mercy, glorious fruit, enough to fill all the baskets of earth and heaven.

Weil Irrigated.

Again, the church in my text is appropriately called a garden because it is thoroughly irrigated. No garden could prosper long without plenty of water. I have seen a garden in the midst of a desert, yet blooming and luxuriant. All around us were dearth and barrenness, but there were pipes, aqueducts, reaching from this garden up to the mountains, and through those aqueducts the water came streaming down and tossing up into beautiful fountains, until every root and leiif and flower was saturated. That is like the church. The church is a giirden in the midst of a great desert of sin and suffering, but it is well irrigated, for "our eyes are unto the hills from whence cometh our help.'' From the mountains of God's strength there flow down rivers of gladness. "There is a river the stream whereof shall make glad the city of our God.'' Preaching the gospel is one of the aqueducts. The Bible is another. Baptism and the Lord's supper are aqueducts. Water to slake the thirst, water to wash the unclean, water tossed high up in the light of the Sun of Righteousness, showing us the rainbow around the throne. Oh, was there ever a garden so thoroughly irrigated! You know that the beauty of Versailles and Chatsworth depends very much upon the great supply of water. I came to the latter place, Chatsworth, one day when strangers are not to be admitted, but by an inducement which always seemed as potent with an Englishman as an American I got in, and then the gardener went far up above the stairs of stone and turned on the water. I saw it gleaming on the dry pavement coming down from step to step untiL it came so near I could hear the musical rush and all over the high, broad stairs it came foaming, flashing, roaring down, until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet So it is 3vith the church of God. Everything oomos from above-—pardon from above, joyjtrom above, adoption from above, sanctification from above.

Harfc! I hear the latch of the garden gate, and I look to see who is coming. I hear the voioe of Christ "I am come into my garden." I say: "Come in, O Jeso*J We have been waiting for thee. Walk all thro^h the paths. Look at thp Jlowtn, lookat, the fruit .pluck t^»t whidh thou wilt for thyself. Jesus eomes into the garden and up to that old man and touches him, and says: "Almost home, father not many more aakes for thea. I wUl nerer laave thee. Take courage a little longer, and. I will steady thy tottering steps, antf, I ..will, soothe tliy troubles and give the# reft .donrage, old man." Then Christ goes up another garden path, and lie oomes to a soul in trouble and says: "Peace! All is welL I have Been thy tsara. I have beard thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thee by day nor the moon by night The Lord shall preserve th«« from all evil. He will preserve thy soul. Courage, O troubled spirit!"

Plucking the Flowers.

Then I see Jesus going up another garden path, and I see great excitement among the leaves, and I hasten up that garden path to see what Jesus is doing there, and lo! he is breaking off flowers sharp and clean from the stem, and I say, "Stop, Jesus don't kill those beautiful flowers.'' He turns to me and says "I have come into my garden to gather liiies, and I mean to take these up to a higher terrace, for the garden around my palace, and there I will plant them, and in better soil and in better air they shall put forth brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and no frost shall touch them forever. And I looked up into his face and said: 'Well, it is his garden, and he has a right to do what he will with it. Thy will he done!" the hardest prayer ever man made.

It has seemed as if Jesus Christ took the best from many of your households the best one is gone. You know that she was too good for this world she was the gentlest i-11 her .ys, the deepest in her affections, and when at last the sickness came you had 110 faith in medicines. You knew that the hour of piu-ting had come, and when, through the rich grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, you surrendered that treasure you said: "Lord Jesus, take it. It is the best we have take it. Thou art. worthy!" The others in the household may have been of grosser mold. She was of the finest.

The heaven of your little ones will not be fairly bcgim until you get there. All the kindnesses shown them by immortals will not make them forget you. There they are, the radia»t throngs that went out from your homes. I throw a kiss to the sweet darlings. They are all well now in the palace. The crippled child has a sound foot now. A little lame child says, "Ma, will I be lame in heaven?" "No, my darling you won't be lame in heaven.'' A little sick child says, "Ma, will J, be sick in heaven?" "No, mr dear you won't be sick in heaven/" A little blind child says, "Ma, will I be blind in heaven?" "No, my dour you won't be blind,in .he^yezy They aSQ all well there.

I notice that the fine gardens sometimes have high fences around thein and you cannot get in. It is so with a king's garden. The only glimpse you ever get

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of such a garden is when the king rided out in his splendid carriage. It is not so with this garden, this King's garden. I throw wide open the gate and tell you all to come in. No monopoly in religion. Whosoever will, may. Choose now between a desert and a garden. Many of you have tried the garden of this world's delight. You have found it has been a chagrin. So it was with Theodore Hook. He made all the world laugh. He makes us laugh now when we read his poems, but he could not make his own heart laugh. While in the midst of his festivities he confronted a looking glass, and he saw himself and said: "There, that is true.. I look just as I am—done up in body, mind and purse." So it was of Shenstone, of whose garden I told you at the beginning of my sermon. He sat down amid those bowers and said:

'I have lost my road to happiness. I am angry and envious and frantic, and despise everything around me, just as it becomes a madman to do!"

An Invitation.

O ye weary souls, come into Christ's garden today and pluck a little heartsease. Christ is the only rest and the only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do you not think your chance has. almost come? You men and women who have been waiting year after year for some good opportunity in which to accept Christ, but have postponed it 5, 10, 20, 80 years—do you not feel as if now your hour of deliverance and pardon and salvation had come? O man, what grudge hast thou against thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved? I feel as if salvation must come today in some of your hearts.

Some years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In that lifeboat the passengers and crew were getting ashore. The vessel had foundered and was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one boat could not take the passengers very swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck waiting for her turn to get into the boat. The boat came and went, came and went, but her turn did not seem to come. After awhile she could wait no longer, and she leaped on the taffrail and then sprang into the sea, crying to the boatman 'Save me next! Save me next!" Oh, how many have gone ashore into God's mercy, and yet you are clinging to the wreck of sin! Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, but you are in periL Why not this moment make a rush for your immortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall hear you and heaven and earth ring with the cry: "Save me next! Save me next!" Now is the day of salvation! Now! Now!

This Sabbath is the last for some of you. It is about to sail away forever. Her bell tolls. The planks thunder back in the gangway. She shoves off. She floats out toward the great ocean cf eternity. Wave farewell to your last chance for heaven. "Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thee as a hen gathereth her brood under her wings, and ye would not! Behold your house is left unto you desolate. Invited to revel in a garden, you die in a desert! May God Almighty, before it is too late, break that infbtoation.

•Are, Marti Stan*."

Slowly tho prooawion moves on till reaohes an altar. built, qp against .(the rampftrto of Bt Mala, a mass of rock\ a boat up apalnrt them, the foot draped with lo&g grass like seaweed and cm ,.ti»e rock the virgin standing vrith hands outstretched, tus if In greeting. The boat is filled with tiny boy% dressed like the othem in white and blue as sailors, and as the crowd presses up and the procession pasnes along slowly the boys in the boat kneel, and lifting their hands toward the Virgin they begin to. sing, "Ave, Maris Stella, Dei Mater Alma!"

The sun shines brilliantly on the white veils of the girls, on the banneret the statuettes, on the tall crucifix. It shines on the upturned faces of the crowd, on the rocks and the boat, on the white Virgin and the little children that kneel and sing to her. And beyond it shines on the sea, so blue today, so infinitely calm.

There was a schooner came home lately bringing with it some men from a goelette wrecked in a storm off the Newfoundland Banks. They had been picked up half dead floating on spars, and they said that in the storm, themselves beyond hope, they fiad seen another boat sink near them. She had gone down with her crew kneeling on her deck and singing: "Ave, Maris Stella! Hail, Star of the Sea!" The name of her was not known. Only she was lost, she and her crew that sang as these children were singing now, and who, perhaps long ago, when they were little lads, had themselves been chosen to sing and kneel in the boat dashing upon the mimic rocks at the feast of the Rosary. She was lost, she and her crew. These are tho Terreneuvas, or Newfoundland fishermen, who do not come home.—Macinillan's Magazine.

A 31011 to Carlo Incident.

A correspondent at Monte Carlo describes an amusing scenq the other day. An American woman was making a great noise because tho manager declined to pay lier more than £10, wThile they had given a French lady £12 with which to return to Paris. "Why, I have spent thousands of dollars here,/' she said, "while this lady came to Monte Carlo with about a louis in her pocket, and has been living upon you ever since. I want £40 to take me back to New York, and I will make a row until I get it" The Casino people detest a scene in or about the rooms, and the manager endeavored to pacify her with an offer of £10, under the plea that this sum would take her to London, where she could then communicate with her frienda ^9. She, did not intend to go tponglng qa her friends in London. The gambling tables had taken from her the whole or the funds which she brought with her for. a tour in Europe. Unfortunately shs had stopped too long at Monte Carlo. Now the bank must back her again. And she succcedoa in getting her £40.

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