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1H£ GREENFIELD REPUBLICAN

PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.

Voix 16. No. 33-Entered at lae Po«toflloeM «oond-olua mail mattwr. W. S. MONTGOMERY,

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Circulation This Week, 2,725.

Beadstreet's report say that bicycies gave reduced the price of every horse in igfee country $11.

In "Wyoming horses are selling from ffS.QO to $4.00 a piece but when canned ti*sy bring about $30.00 or $35.00. The «S8flinft.Dg of horse meat is getting to be «j uite an industry.

Those people who talk so glibly abou jam international agreement on the money question should remember that there g*£\ier has been an international currency and there probably never will be.

jStorwiTHSTaNDiNG the enormous corn oroj? promised, corn is raising in price, farmers are among the chosen people, stcui especially so in Hancock county where our corn crop will be unusually SLi'ge.

ONE county in Missouri has anew sheriff in the person of the widow of the Is. be sheriff. Mrs. Helen Stewart has iijeeii appointed by the county commisstauers to fill out the unexpired term of fear husband, and thus becomes the first woman sheriff in the United States.

China shoots down American missionaries, Japan insists on the right of search, Sfcaaoe imprisons an American in violaixsii of law, Spain shoots at the stars and stripes and refuses to pay a debt long ago

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against the rich, the rights of man liberty in employment and in pursuit rti happiness. He held that men had «:\-ial rights with corporations, and for :-,t !. k/lation of the same law, a corporaTxit- 'u should not go scot free and the man E*: punished.

"Tim Shelbyville Democrat is of the mion that there is an aroma clinging t:*• the political garments of Wm. C. %1'hifcney that is somewhat offensive to tJiv average Shelby county Democrat, and t&s'Democrats of the West and South jg eixerally. The Democrat moves to lay WMtney on or under the table. Next 3pear when the people get a chance at the Democratic candidate, no matter whether be Whitney, Cleveland, Carlisle, Mor EtssK, Hill, Altgeld, or any other Demo(srat, they will lay said nominee on the £a&le in glorious style.

Tx is a little peculiar that the big daily gja^rers that ridiculed Coin's Financial School and its arguments are also unaniaeoiis in ridiculing the Harvey and Horr eiebate. They try to belittle it so that xzo one will read, the book. The facts are that Coin (Harvey) and his facts jgwxaved to be too much for Horr, and a esaiidid reading of the debate will prove

The gold men could get no better man •&ha,n Horr to defend them or they would l&ave done so. Mr. Horr was able enough

facts, reason and justice are ou the side of silver and against the gold shylocks, who are united in their efforts to grind the people down.

Considerable is heard of the work of tihe Humane Societies in various parts of t,h& country. It is doing an excellent work calling attention to aad preventing cruelty to children and dumb animals. 1?fae£?s was once a Humane Society in Greenfield. About all they ever did, Btowever, was to contribute $1 per memftex to the organizer. We do not know Whether the society is to continue in a state of "innocuous desuetude" or whether it will be reorganized, revived and have new life and vigor instilled into fefc. There is possibly a good work for the society right here in Greenfield.

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excursions at the rate of half a cent per I mile and apparently making good big money out of the same. It looks like then they could make their local rate a eeaifc and a half or two cents a mile and make big money on the same. Comzuercial men and others by buying mile»ge books, family tickets and trip tickets good for a month, ^eo ran- rates out it is still held up to three cents a mile for the zuan who only goes occasionally or one who can not get money enough to buy a 2tOOO mile ticket. The time of cheaper tares is coming.

TH E brewers are 'very determined in their war against the Nicholson law. The vecy arguments they use against it furnish. splendid reasons why it should be enforced. Albert Leiber, of Indianapolis, president of the Brewers' Association, mmp&i There were 10,000 saloons in Indiana when the Nicholsou law was passed Butt by Sept. 1, 2,500 will have ceased operations because of the enforcement of tike law making their business unprofltatrie or inability to secure license. As «acb of these sold on an average two kegs of. beer a day, it me ins a reduction of 6^000 kegs a day, or over 1,500.000 each jpsar. -As each keg brings about $7.00 or no re at retail, that means a saving of beat $11,000,000 annually to the woikgiBgtnen of the State. Does that help or hmrm them or their families?

Ik their speeches over this county, W. D. Bynum and other Democratic orators would hold up their hands in holy horror and depict the foulness and fllthiness .of shoddy used in making clothes. They claimed the McKinley law encouraged the use of shoddy, when the facts is, it discouraged and prevented much of it. It belongs to the junk shop and disease microbe department of trade. The Republican policy was to shut the stuff out, but how is it under the Gorman-Wilson tariff? In the past seven months the shipments into this country have increased 1,000 per cent. Which policy favors the people with disease breeding clothing?

On account of the enforcing of the law and preventing sales after 11 o'clock and on Sundays another big loss is brought upon the poor brewers and men who cannot make a living in a saloon unless they do it unlawfully. A business that cannot be run unless run unlawfully ought not to run. Laws are made to obeyed and enforced. Mr. Leiber, who is a leading Democrat, claims that the saloon vote of the State will be solid against the Republican party. How about the people for whom all this money has been saved, which will now go for bread and meat, groceries and clothing. How will they feel? They indeed have cause for rejoicing and gladness.

•Now thit the contractors for the schoil Louse and Masonic Temple are making arrangements to ship in their stone and^ iron for those structures, we feel the ne­

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-.sshout it? Well, what? Nobody seems he afraid of Uncle Sam.—Inter Ocean.

^'rof. Edward W. Bemiss, of tlie chair Political Economy in Chienjo Univerwas recently compelled

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system. With one railroad they can be more deliberate about getting material in on time and also charge somewhat higher freight rates. The Pan-Handle is without doubt the best single railroad system in the world, but the Pan-Handle and another would be much better. The business men of Greenfield owe it to themselves to take some steps whereby vre could secure across railroad. If we coukl only get a short branch from Maxwell to Fountaintown, it would give us east and we&t competition and al&o north and south. A hundred thousand dollars or less would build that much of a road, and in a few years Greenfield would reap a much greater benefit than that. Let the Board of Trade call a meeting to appoint a committee to push the matter at once.

THE liAHKETT KliUMOX.

A Large Attendance and a Pleasant Time

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The general reunion of the Barrett family and relatives was held at the Fair grouuds yesterday. There were 411 in attendance and all had a good time. A most bounteous and elegant dinner was spread and was enough for twice as many. After dinner a welcome address was made by the president, Asa M. New, and speeches followed by George W. Williams, of Knightstown, George W. New, of Boone county, D. Caldwell, of Hartord City, Robt. Barrett, of West Virginia and others. Robt. Barrett and wife received their invitation Tuesday, got up early Wednesday moraine:, rode 25 miles over the mountains on horseback, took the train and arrived here at 5:0S Thursday a. m. After spending the day in the happiest possible way they eft for home at 9:25 p. ra. In the evenng cake and ice cream were served. George W. Willians and all were loud in their praise of the way the reunion was managed, as nothing WMS left undone to make it pleasant. Mrs. H. L. Strickland, the Secretary, wa~ assis3ed by her sister, Miss Tillie New. In addition to the regular bill of fare, 35 gallons of ice cream, 60 water melons and four barrels of lemonade were disposed of as aside line and an evidence of good faith. Dr. S. S. Boots of the Herald and the edito.i of the REPUBLICAN were invited and taken to the reunion by President New and H. L. Strickland, but they had not recovered sufficiently from their Day ton trip to do the subject justice, but appreciated the courtesy just the same. The next meeting will be held at Foxworthy's Grove. Knightstown, August, 1896. The following officers were elected:

President, George W. Williams: secreretary, Minnie Barrett treasurer, Asa E. Sample, all of Knightstown.

Executive committee—Robert Barrett, W. V. D.C.Caldwell, Hartford City Wm. E. Barrett, Newton, III. Haivey Barrett. Tillie New, Minerva Bartlow, Greenfield Charles Barrett, Indianapolis George New, Boone county Benton Barrett, Eden Temp Barrett, Maxwell Allen Barrett, Arthur Foxworthy, Mrs. G. W. Williams, Mrs A. E. Sample, Flora Kirkpatrick, Knightstown.

Oreeuilel'l to Have New Orchestra.

Prof. J. E. Mack, who has moved her from New Castle and will have charge of the music in our city schools again next term, is a well equipped all around musical instructor. He teaches vocal mu-i sic and gives instruction on the violin, piano, cornet and mandolin. He has also had experience as director of and orchestra and tonight will organize one at the Red Men's hall. The orchestra will be composed as follows: J. E Mack, 1st violin and leader John Rhue and Sam Offutt, 2nd violins Hiram Weed, baes viol Alvyn Johnson, ccllo John Middle hurst and Theodore Jeffries, clarionet Will R. White and Homer Carr, corrtet John H. Felt, trombone. The above are well known performers on tbelr various instruments, and Greenfield will ro doubt soou have a eplendld orchestra.

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GOD WIPES AWAY THE TEARS OF THE AFFLICTED CHRISTIAN.

Dr. Talmage Preaches on the Uses of Bereavement as a Preparation For the Fatare Life—God's Loving Kindness and

Tender Sympathy.

New Yosk, Aug. 18.—Rev. Dr. Talmage could not have selected a more appropriate subject than the one of today, considering the bereavement that has come upon him and his household. lie had already prepared his sermon for today, selecting as a topic "Comfort," and taking as his text, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes," Revelation vii, 17.

Riding across a western prairie, wild flowers tip to the hub of the carriage wheel, and while along distance from any shelter, there came a sudden shower, and while the rain was falling in torrents, the sun was shining as brightly as I ever saw it shine, and I thought what a beautiful spectacle this is! So the tears of the Bible are not midnight storm, but rain on pansied prairies in God's sweet and golden sunlight. You remember that bottle which David labeled as containing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tears, and Christ's tears, and the harvest of joy that is to spring from the sowing of tears. God mixes them. God rounds them. God shows them where to fall. God exhales them. A census is taken of them, and there is a record as to the moment when they are bom and as to the place of their grave.

Tears of bad men are not kept. Alexander in his sorrow had the hair clipped from his horses and mules arsd made a great ado about his grief, but :n all the vases of. Leaven there is not one of Alexander's tears. I speak of- the tears of God's children. Alas, me, they are falling all tiie time In summer you sometimes hear the growling thunder, and you see there is a storm niiles away, but you know from the .drift of the clouds that it will not come anywhere near 3-011. So, though it may be all bright around about you, there is a shower of trouble somewhere all the time. Tears! Tears!

Te.irs a ml Laughter.

What is the use of them anyhow? Why not substitute laughter? Why not make this a world where all the people are well and eternal strangers to pain and aches? What is the use of an eastern storm when we might have a perpetual nor'wester? Why, when a family is put together, not have them all stay, or if they must be transplanted to make other homes, then have them all live— the family record telling a story of marriages and births, but of no death? Why not have the harvests chase each other without fatiguing toil? Why the hard pillow, the hard crust, the hard struggle? It is easy enough to explain a smile, or a success, or a congratulation, but. come now and bring all your tionaries, and all your philosophies, and all your regions, and help me explain a tear. A chemist will tell you that it is made up of salt and lime and other component parts, but he misses the chief ingredients—the acid of a soured life, the viperine sting of a bitter memoiy, the fragments of a broken heart. I will tell you what a tear is. It is agony in solution. Eear, then, while I discourse of the uses of trouble:

First, it is the design of trouble to keep this world from being too attractive. Something must be done to make us willing to quit this existence. If it were not for trouble, this world would be a good enough heaven for me. You and I woxild be willing to take a lease of this life for 100,000,000 years if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and upholstered and pillared and cliandeliered with such expense, no story of other worlds could enchant us.

We would say: "Let well enough alone. If you want to die and have your body disintegrated in the dust and your soul go out 011 a celestial adventure, then you can go, but this world is good enough for me!" You might as well go to a man who has just entered the Louvre at Paris and tell him to hasten off to the picture galleries of Venice or Florence. Why,'' he would say,'' What is the use of my going there? There are Rembrandts and Rubenses and Raphaels here that I haven't looked at yet." No man wants to go out. of this world, or out. of any house, until he has abetter house. To cure this wish to stay here God must somehow create a disgust for our surroundings. Iiow shall he do it? He cannot afford to deface his horizon, or to tear off a fiery panel from the sunset, or to subtract an anther from the water lily, or to banish the pungent aroma from the mignonette, or to drag the robes of tho morning in mire. You cannot expect a Christopher Wren to mar his own St. Paul's cathedral, or a Michael Angelo to dash out his own "Last Judgment," or a E^ndel to discord his "Israel in Egypt," and you cannot expect God to spoil the architecture and music of his own world. How, then, are we to bo made willing to leave? Here is whero trouble comes in.

After a man has had a good deal of trouble he says: "Well, I am ready to' go. If there is a house somewhere whose roof doesn't leak, I would like to live there. If there is an atmosphere somewhere that does not distress the lungs, I would like to breathe it.

If there is a society somewhere where there is no tittle tattle, I would like to live there. If there is a home circle somowhere where I can find my lost friends, I would like to go there." Ho used to read tho first part of the Bible chiefly, now he reads tho last part of the Bible chiefly. Why has he changed Genesis fpr Revelatioii? Ah, lie used to be anxious ehicfly to know how this world was made, and all about its geological construction. Now he is chiefly anxious to know how the next world waa made, aud how it looks, and who how they draw. He

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reads Revelation ten times now where he reads Genesis once. The old story, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth," does not thrill him half as much as the other story, "I saw a new heaven and a new earth.'' The old man's hand trembles as he turns over this apocalyptic leaf, and he has to take out his handkerchief to wipe his spectacles. That book of Revelation is a prospectus now of the country into which he is soon to immigrate the country in which he has lots already laid out, and avenues opened, and mansions built.

The Ministry of Tronble.

Yet there are people here to whom this world is brighter than heaven. Well, dear souls, I do not blame you. It is natural. But after awhile you will be ready to go. It was nut until Job had been worn out with bereavements that he wanted to see God. It was not until th« prodigal got tired of living among the hogs that he wanted to go to his father's house. It is the ministry of trouble to make this world worth less and heaven worth more.

Again, it is the use of trouble to make us feel our dependence upon God. Men think that they can do anything until God shows them they can do nothing at all. We lay our great plans, and we like to execute them. It looks big. God comes and takes us down. As Prometheus was assaulted by his enemy, when the lance struck him it opened a great swelling that had threatened his death, and he got well. So it is the arrow of trouble that lets out great swellings of pride. We never feel our dependence upon God until we get trouble. I was riding with, my little child along the road, and she asked if she might drive. I said, "Certainly. I handed over the reins to her, and I had to admire the glee with which she drove. But after awhile we meta team and wo had to turn out. The road was narrow, and it was sheer down..ou both sides. She handed the reins over to me and said, "I think' you had better take charge- of the horse.'' So we are all children, and on this road of life wo like to drive. It. gives, one such an appearance of'superiority and power. It looks big. But after awhile we meet some obstacle and we have to turn out, and the road is narrow, and it is sheer down on both sides and then we are willing that God should take the. reins and drive. Ah, my friends, we get upset so often because we do not hand over the reins soon enough.

After a man has had trouble, prayer is with him a taking hold of tho arm of God and crying out lor help. I have heard earnest prayers 011 two or three occasions that I remeraber. Once, on the Cincinnati express train, going at 40 miles the hour, the train jumped the track, and wo were) near a chasm 80 feet deep, and the men who, a few minutes before, had been swearing and blaspheming God, began to pull and jerk at the bell rope and got up on the backs of the seats, and cried out, "O God, save us!"

There was another time, about 800 miles out at sea, ou a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split fiuer than kindling wood. They prayed then. Why is it you so often hear people, in rt'citi]jg the last experience of some friend, say, "He made the most beautiful prayer I ever heard?" What makes it beautiful? It is the earnestness of it. Oh! I tell you, a man is in earnest when his stripped and naked soul wades out in hc soundless, shoreless, bottomless ocean of eternity.

A Helpful Father.

It is trouble, my friends, that makes us feel our dependence upon God. We do not know our own weakness or God's strength until the last p]ank breaks. It is contemptible in us when there is nothing else to take hold of that we catch hold of God only. Why, you do not know* who the Lord is! He is not an autocrat seated far up in a palace, from which he emerges once a year, preceded by heralds swinging swords to clear the way. No. But a Father willing, at our call, to stand by us in every crisis and predicament of life. I tell you what some of you business men make mo think of. A young man goes off from home to earn his fortune. He goes with his mother's consent and benediction. She has large wealth, but he wants to make his own fortune. He goes far awray, falls sick, gets out of money. lie sends for the hotel keeper where ho is staying, asking for lenience, and the answer he gets is, "If you don't pay up Saturday night, you'll be removed to the hospital."

The young man sends to a comrade in tho same building. No help. Ho writes to a banker who was a friend of his doceased father. No relief. Ke writes to an old schoolmate, but gets no help. Saturday night comes, and he is moved to the hospital.

Getting there, he is frenzied writh grief, and he borrows a sheet of paper and a postage stamp, and he sits down, and he writes home, saying: "Dear mother, I am sick unto death. Come." It is ten minutes of lCdi'clock when she gets tho letter. At 10 o'clock the train starts. She is five minutes from the depot. She gets there in time to have five minutes'to spare. She wonders why a train that can go 00 miles an hour cannot go 60 miles an hour. She rushes into the hospital. She says: "My son, what does all this mean? Why didn't you send for me? You sent to everybody but me. You knew I could and would help you. Is this the reward I got for my kindness to you always?" She bundles him up, takes him home and gets- h.m well very soon. Now, some of you treat God just as that young man treated his mother. When you get into a financial perplexity, you call on the banker, you call on the broker, you call on your creditors, you call on your lawyer for legal counsel you sail upon everybody, and when you cannot get any help, then you go to God. You say: "O, Lord, I com© to thee.. Help me now out of my perplexity." And the Lord comes, though it is the 9leventh hour, fie says: "Why did you not send for me before? As one whom tats jnother comforteth, so will 1 comfort

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you." It is to throw us back upon God that we have this ministry of tears The Office of Sympathy.

Again, it is the use of trouble to capacitate us for the office of sympathy. The priests, under the old dispensation, were set apart by having water sprinkled upon their hands, feet and head, and by the sprinkling of tears people are now set apart to the office of sympathy. When we are in prosperity we like to have a great many young people around us, and we laugh when they laugh, and we romp when they romp, and we sing when they sing but when we have trouble we like plenty of old folks around. Why? They know how to talk.

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Take an aged mother, 70 years of age, and she is almost omnipotent in comfort. Why? She has been through it alL At 7 o'clock in the morning she goes over to comfort a young mother who has just lost her babe. Grandmother knows all about that trouble. Fifty years ago she felt it. At 12 o'clock of that day she goes over to comfort a widowed soul. She knows all about that She has been walking in that dark valley 20 years. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon some on9 knocks at the door, wanting bread. She knows all about that. Two or three times in her life she came to her last loaf. At 10 o'clock that night she goes over to sit up with some one severely sick. She knows all about it. She knows all about fevers and pleurisies and broken bones. She has been doctoring all her life, spreading plasters and pouring out bitter drops and shaking up hot pillows and contriving things to tempt a poor appetite. Drs. Abernethy and Rush and Hosack and Harvey were great doctors, but the greatest doctor the world ever saw is an old Christian woman. Dear me! Do we not remember her about the room when wTe were sick in our boyhood? Was there any one who could ever so touch a sore without hurting it?

Where did -Pan1 get the ink with which to write his comforting epistle? Where did David get the ink tow rite his comforting Psalms? Where did John get the ink to write his comforting Revelation? They got it out of their own tears. When a man has gone through the curriculum and lias taken a course of dungeons and imprisonments and shipwrecks, he is qualified for the work of sympathy

When I began to preach, my sermons on the subject of trouble were all poetic and in semiblank verse, but God knocked the blank verse out of me long ago and I have found out that I cannot comfort people except as I myself have been troubled. God make me the son of consolation to the people! I would rather be the means of soothing one perturbed spirit today than to play a tune that would set ail the sons of mirth reeling in the dance.

I am an herb doctor. I put into the caldron the root out of dry ground, without form or comeliness. Then I put in the rose of Sharon mid the liiy of the valley. Then I put into the caldron some of the leaves from the tree of life and the branch that was thrown into the wilderness Marah. Then I pour in tho tears of Bethany and Golgothc then I stir them up. Then I kindle under the caldron a lire made out of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that potion will cure the worst sickness that ever afflicted a human soul. Mary and Martha shal] receive their Lazarus from the tomb. The damsels shall rise. And on the darkness shall break the morning and God will wipe all tears from their eyes.

Jesus had enough trial to make him sympathetic with all trial. The shortest verse in the Bible tells the story, "Jesus wept. The scar on tho back of his either hand, the scar on the arch of either foot, the row of scars along the line of the hair, will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that Great Weeper is just the one to silence all earthly trouble, wipe out all stains of earthly grief. Gentle! Why, his step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not be a tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a father who will take you on his left arm, his face beaming into yours, while with the soft tips of the fingers of thjS&right hand ho shall wipe away all teafs'from your eyes.

Homesick For Heaven.

Friends, if we could get any appreciation of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick wo would be unfit for our everyday work. Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa university, put in my hand a meteoric stone, a stone thrown off from some other world to this. How suggestive it was to me! And I have to tell you the best representations we have of heaven are only aerolites flung off from that world which rolls 011 bearing the multitudes of the redeemed. We analyze these aerolites and find them crystallizations of tears. No wonder, flung off from heaven "God shall wipe away all tears from thoir eyes."

Have you any appreciation of the good and glorious times your friends aro having in heaven How different it is when they get news there of a Christian's death from what it is hero! It is the difference between embarkation and coming into port. Everything depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of a Christian's death. If you stand on this side of the river, you mourn that they go. If you stand on the other side of the river, you rejoice that thoy come. Oh, tlie difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven—between requiem here and triumph there—parting here and reunion there! Together! Have you thought of it? They are together. Not one of your departed friends in one land »nd another in another land, but tolethor, in different rooms of the same aouso—the house of many mansions. Together!'

I never more appreciated that thought thaa when we laid away in her last slumber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the villago cemetery, I Woked around and Baid, "There is father, thero to mother, there is grandfather there ..is grandmother, there are whole circles of kindred, "audi thought to myself, 'To­

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gether in the grave—togetherin glory. I am so impressed with the thoughtthat 1 do not think it is any fanaticism when some one is going from this world to the next if you make them the bearer of dispatches to your friends who are gone, saying, "Give my love to my parents, give my love to my children, give my love to my old comrades who are in glory, and tell them I am trying to fight the good fight of faith and I will join them after awhile." I believe the message will be delivered, and I believe it will increase the gladness of those who -z'"t are before the throne. Together are they,, all their tears gone.

My friends, take this good cheer home with you. These tears of bereavement that course your cheek, and of persecution, and of trial, are not always to be there. The motherly hand of God will /v^ wipe them all away What is the use, on the way to such a consummation— 11 what is the use of fretting about anything? Oh, what an exhilaration it ought to be in Christian work! See you the pinnacles against the sky It is the city of our God, and we are approaching it. Oh, let us be busy in the days that remain for us!

I put this balsam on the wounds of your heart. Rejoice at the thought of what your departed friends have got rid of, and that you have a prospect of so soon making your own escape. Bear cheerfully the ministry of tears, andexult at the thought that soon it is to be ended. There we shall march up tho heavenly street And ground our arms at Jesus' feet..

He Doesn't Like BIoojtk-ts.

A farmer in Delaware county has put his conservative sentiments on record by affixing to a tree on his premises a notice that "any idiot of the new woman species found riding or walking on these premises will be arrested. Interviewed as to his precise meaning, Agricola declares that by "any idiot, of the new woman species" he means "one of these fools in bloomer costume on a wheel." Three things, then, are necessary to expose a woman to his menace: (1) She must be a fool, (2) in bloomers, (3) on a wheel. It will be open to any woman against whom the rustic undertakes to operate his terrors to plead that she was not intended by the injunction, because she was not on a wheel, was not in bloomers or was not .a' fool, and the burden of proof will then rest upon the farmer. It seems that his specific grievance against the new woman is that she scares his horse, but it would not be practicable to produce the horse before the justice of the peace and to note the effect on him of the culprit. Meanwhile the best course of a woman who doubts whether she is an idiot of the new woman species is to keep off the old man's land.—New York: Times.

Eiuff of Dahomey In Exile.

That interesting king in exile, Behanzin of Dahomey, seems to accommodate himself fairly well, by all accounts, to, circumstances in his enforced residence at Fort do France in tho French possession of Martinique. A traveler who visited him only the other day describes him as having been surrounded by his wives and daughters, according to the etiquette of his country. He stood in the highroad and was about to return to his quarters. In answer to a salutation from his visitor tho black monarch made a profound bow. Up to tho present time, it seems, he has learned very little of the language of his captors. He only knows a dozen words or so of French. However, he contrived to convey the informa-1 tion that he considered the surrounding~ country very pretty and that he and hissuit were in good health and spirits. Ho is extremely fond of European music and never neglects an opportunity of listening to the playiug of the band of French marines. Tho road to his resi dence is a steep one and covered with loose stones. It is about 20 minutes', walk from tho harbor, where a Frenchman of war, the Duquesne, is stationed. —London Nows.

Cheating In Urielge Rmlclins.

A surprising discovery has resulted from the investigation made of the piers of the aqueduct bridge over the Potomac river, which is crossed daily by people from all parts of the United States 011 their way to the National cemetery at Arlington. While making excavations down to solid rock, with a view to improving tho defective pier, it was found tho old masonry had not started from solid rock, but upon rip-: rap stone, apparently thrown in withont removing the debris upon this rock. Above this insecure foundation the masonry wa" of the poorest, quality imaginable, and the wonder is that the bridge did not collapse years ago. Stones were apparently put in as they came from the quarry, without the slightest: reference to being set on end, and few traces of mortar or cementing material were found. A project for removing aJ. defective parts of the pier will bo prepared, with an estimate of cost, which will bo submitted to the Fifty-fourth congress.—Washington Letter.

A Bicycle Tragedy.

Battersea park was last week the scene of a bicycle tragedy unsurpassed in its cycling annals. A lady, famous for the smartness of her appearance, rode into tho park behind an L. C. C. water cart, and, finding the road inconveniently crowded, continued to pedal slowly along behind that vehicle, which, it is needless to say, was not in active operation. Suddenly tho driver applied his foot to the lever, and out spouted the water. The lady tried to turn quickly, but her bicycle slipped on the wet road, and down sho came in such a position as to obtain the full benefit of the cold water douche. A pedestrian, horrified at the accident, shouted to the driver, who at once brought the cart to a standstill. This only made matters worse, for, being absolutely unconscious of what had happened, he continued to keep the water pouring on his ^ictim^ ind several seconds elapsed before^ Ufe| Bnormify oil his offende cottld be plained to him.—-London World.

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