Indianapolis Sentinel, Volume 34, Number 39, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 February 1885 — Page 9

TWELVE PAGES. INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 8, 1885. PAGES 9 T( 12

TALHAÜE.

Sabjrct fur Ills Sunday Sermon Dr. Talmage Chooses the Old Folk Visit. Iht Serenoa Fonndd on the Baottfal B to rj of Joseph' Deration to J ocob A Lesion Rich Sos. 'Of 1 Broozltj, Feb 1 Quit a revolution n the Brooklyn Tab? rnacle bu taten plac in conaequsace of the receat public rental of l-ewf, and the audience ire to-day for the first time in their new place?, the pew-hold-era admitted by cards. While in other ehnreh the finances hare been depressed by hard times, the pews in this chnrch have brought higher prices than ever before. Dr. Harrison A. Tucker pays this year $810 for' his pew, end others in proportion. Bat the free principal is combined with this rental, and seats are reserved for thousands of peo ple who par nothing. Dr. Talniagc- read an other long list of new member!, making 130 received at recent meetings of session. The snbject of the sermon was: "The old folks' visit," and the tert Genesis xiv.. "I will go and see him before I die." Dr Tal mage said: Jacob bad long since passed the hundredyear milestone. People had In those days wonderful longevity, but we hare had In later ceoturies Tery aged persons. Galen, the moit celebrated of ancient physicians, took so little of his own medicine that he 11 Ted to bs 140 j ears eld. A. trustworthy man on a witness stand in England on oath declared he remembered 150 years. Lord Btcou speaks of a Countess who bad cat three sen of teeth and was 140 years old. Joieph Crele, of Pennsylvania, died a: 110. In a book published In 1S57 arc tue names of thlrty-evea peopie who lived to be years old and of eieren who reached 150. AMOSd TSK Q RAM) ESC OLD MtH that we have any record of is Jacob, the patriarch of the text. But he had a bad lot of bays The most f tbeoo were crnel, jealous and unprincipled. Iiis son Joseph was an exception, but he had not bee a heard from foralog white, and the probability was that he was dead. But, as it Is the custom in some houses now to keep a vacant place at the table with plate and knife and fork and chair, for a df cessed member of the family, eo h td there always been In old Jacob's heart a place for his depertt d son Joseph There sits the old man, the flock of 145 years having al'ghted lorg enough to leave the marks of their claws on his forehead and cheek and temples. The lovp. white beara sqows down upon his chest. Iiis e es, somewhat dim, ctn see further when they are shut than when they are odco, for he tees clear back to the time when Kachel, his beautiful wife, wasiivicg, and the children shook the oriental abode with their merriment While the centenarian sits there brooding over the past there is a rumbling of heavy wagons at th door, and the old man gets ud and goes to the door to see who has come; and nis sons, returned from Egypt, ruth in and tell him that his son Joseph, instead of being dead, is livlrg in the Egyptian palace, and is next to the Kitg having all the investiture of Prime Minister in the greatest empire of the world, and h's cheeks gt white and he drops his staff, and he would have fal'en flat had not his boys caught him and helped him on a loncge and put some water to his face and fanned him a little. Coming to." he begins to mumble some words aoont Jissph: "What did you say about my Joseph? You did not cat an my dear son Joseph did you? He haa been dead manv years. You did not mean him, did youT' Bat, fully rejutcttated from ths nervous shock, and assured that the g:od news is true, the tears begin their winding way dawn the crossroads of the wrinkled facs, and the innken lips of the old man quiver and he clasps his bent firgsrs together and says: "Joeph, my son is yet alive; I will go and see him before I die." It did not take tbe old nan lone to get ready. I warrant you. He put on the best robes a shepherd's wardrobe coold afTdrd and got into a wagon, and when that wagon and tbe old man met Joseph's chariot comirjg down to meet him. it was an antithesis of r laticity and royalty, simplicity and pomp, filial affection and parental love. leaving as so mach in doubt about whether we had better laugh or cry. that we do both. 6o Jacob carried out the resolution of the text: 'I will go and see him before I die " Hour friends, the reporters, want an appro priate titie for this sermon. I suggest that that they call it -Tbe Old Folks' Vi.it." What a strong and lasting thing is parental attachment! Was it not most time thvt Jacob forgot Jos ph 7 Many years had come and gone. The not sunt ox many summers had blasted upon the heath. The Nile again and again had overflown. H arrest had been sown and reaped. Stan risen and set. Years of plenty. TKAKS Or VA.UIKI Bat the Intens attachment ot the patriarch for his long absent son is in the text overwhelmingly dramatis. Oh, that is the cord that can not be snapped though it be pulled on or tbe whole decades of years. tVhen the child disappeared from this life the par ents may have been but twenty-five years ot age and now they may be seventy-five, but the yision of cradle and childish face and tbe first utterances of the young lips are f rest to day in spite of the passage of half a century. Joseph is as frest in Jacob's heart as on the dsv when at seventeen years of aire he dis appeared from the homestead. Finding in our family record the story of an in rant who died fifty years before, I asked my parents aomethins! about it. bat thsy cniefly ans wered by a long, deep sigh; it was a subject vit of unbarahle tenderness All this means that however long our children are gone away they are part ot us. and the cord of edsarraent that reached across the years will continue to bo'd us until It brings ns together in the palace, as it did Jasob and Joseph. Tnat is one thing that helps old peopl-to die happy. They 9 realize it is reunion with those from whom they have long been separated. The question is often eased: "Will my children in Haaren always be ch ldren?" You want to get them back a they were when they left you. Well, Joseph must have been very much changed between the time that Jacob lost him and the time he found him a ruddv lad at seven teed, now a middle-aged man, nil forehead developed with the great business of state. But it was enough for the father that he had got his son back again, and of but li'tle importance whether he looked younger or older. And parents will be satisfied if their son greet them at the door of tb KiDe's palace whether their nature b cherub or full grown angelhood. I think that celestial clime and the roll of thecs tuptrnal years matt make a change, but only from loveliness to more loveliness and from health to more radiant health. Yea nrsd not expect that tha darling that) a . a . . izj wait ana panusj wiu Otobranousi t

croup could live without glorious better

ment in a land where there has never been a death and all tbe inhabitants shall live as long as God. But Joseph wss Joseph, not withstanding the palace, and your chil dren will be your ch'ldren, notwlthstand log tne raining splendors of an everlasting noon. HAT A THRILI.IKU OCCASION was the visu of tbe old shepherd to his son. the Prime Minister. As the aged country m n kite In tha -n 1 rn nrl lrvtL-a mnnn m.i 1 Ki a riilrrnpQ n r4 Id. -n rl 111. .nH f Ka p.rv.H pillars, be wishes that Kachel, his wife, could have lived to come with him, and visited their son in his great home. "Oh." he 815s. "if Rachel coma only have seen ail this!" Well, that is a good tim when the old folks come to se you Your little children stand 'round with eyes wide open and wonder how peodle ein be 8j very old. Perhaps the old people stay only a few weeks for sometimes they feel a little restle&r. especially when night CDmes on, for they s'eep better in their own beds But while they are with you you feel somehow that there is A BENEOICTION. n every room of the house. They are quite fetb'n and von make it as easy for them as you can. and realtzs thev will not visit you very often aud perhaps never again. You go to their room alter they have retired to see if their lights are properly put out, lor they understand candle and lamp better than they do modern apparatus for illumination. ca ak them in the morning With iKsitive interest how they rtsted. Joseph thought ne more of aged Jncb when on the histori cal Tsit than jon thought of the old people who visited you. Before they left yonr house I should not wonder if the half epoitedyour children with kiodness, for grandfather and grandmother are more lenient and indulgent with their grandchildren than tbey were with you, and what wonders of revels tion unroll from the bombazine side-pocket of the one and from the tdeeve of the other. Bleated is that home which the Chris titn eld folks come to visit Whatever it may be for architectute, before tbey leave it Is a palace. Though they come filtv Units, the two most memor bie visits are the first and the last. Those twe pictues will hang in ths hall of your men ory as long as memory lasts, and you will often thins: where they eat and how they looked and at what figure of the cirprt and at what doorsill they gv you the final good-by. Be notaahamtQ to introdece your father when he comes to tor though hia man lers re those of a srepherd, or your mother though her hat bespeak no ccs ly millinery. Joseph Introduced his father in homespun to Pharaoh, the King Good alvice the wife of Theodosius. tue Emperor, irave him: "Remember. O husband, wbaT lately yon wie, and what now you are!" By this time yon notice what kindly provision Joseph rat de for his father's comfort He did net siy: "I can not be bothered with having tbe old man around here. How awk ward ne would look, climbing these marble s lairs and walkir g these monies. He would be putting his haucs on the frefoo. Pec pie would aek: 'Where did that greenhorn come from?' His rnanuers at t&bie would fhock all the Egyptian court. Besides that, he might gat sick on my hards, and he mfght be querulous aid trett me as a nere boy when I am next to Pharaon iv power. Of course he mus: liot tuffer. and H they have a limine in his country 1 will f-vua a few provisions down. But don't tatk to me about fetching a man from Padea-Araru into the polite society of this great capita?. WHAT A MI8ANCK it is to have so many poor relations." But not to said Joseph. He goes out to meet his old thepberd father with perfect abandon of aUection. and brir him to the palace and in trod u e him to i'haroali. and makes provision for the rest of his fatbtr a days, and nothing was to j g jod for tbe old man llvii g and after his death Joseph, with magnificent military escort took hU father's remain to ttte family cemetery at Ma?phelsh ard lid him tenderly down beside llachtl, Joseph's mother. Would to God that all sons treated thei r parents as well as Joseph treated his. If pare ots have large fortunes and are wise eaongh to keep thtir property in their o wn name, the heirs are resprctful in their be ha vi or. But if the parents are in famine, aa Jacob was when Joseph sent for him, how they crowd the old man. How mortified they are because he will eat with his knife instead of his fork ! How they are di?g isted with his antediluvian habits! How tbey are provoked because he can not hear distinctly what they lay ! How long they will let hiin wear the old coet or hat before they get him a new one! How chagrined they are at bis independence of English grammar! Seventy, aud not coo yet! 8 vent 3- are, and not gonye! Etghry, and not gone yet! Will he ever go? Tbey d.-n'tste anyntedof adoc t&r in his last illoets. and po np to tbe drag store and buy htm a dos of something thai males him worae and they economize on a colfin, beaticg tbe uader taker down to tbe last point of chrrges, andgiviBgs note for that redoced amoant.which they never pay. I have officiated at the obsequies f aged people, where the family wereeo iuordi natel resigned tl at I have been tempted to take my text from Proverbs: "The eye that mockein at its father and refueeth to obey its mother, the ravens of tbe valley shall pick it out and tha young eagles shall eat it" I congratulate those cf you who have tie honor ot providing f.raed parents. Tbe bleesingo! the Lord Go J ot Jaoband Jo?eph will be upon you foraver. 1 rejoice to say that though my father lived in a plain house the most of his days, be died in a mansion provided by the filial piety of one of his s cs who had achieved a fortune, with servants to wait on him and carriages and horses to carry him whither he would go, arbra in which to sit during the long eamnaer eveningd and dream over the past, mnsi cal instruments to cheer him, and in any room of that mansion he was welcome, aud when life was over, with all the honors that nls neighbor could exprs, be was carried out to the village Macpelah to rest bside his Rachel, whw, for more than tiftv years had been his companion. After you have earned a fortune, share it with the old people. They probably incnlcated the priociples through which you achieved your tuccesL Pay them back a Christian percentage in kindly contideration. Let Joseph share with his father Jacob the pasture fields of Goshen and tbe glor es of the Egyptian CDUt. And here I sound the praises of that sis' erhood who have remained unmarried that they might administer to aged parents. TBI BRUTAL WORLD sometimes calls these self sacrificing ones by ungallant names, and they are said to be Erecise and augu'ar and queer. Bat if yon ad had one half of the annoyances they htve had. Xtntippe would have been an angel compared to you. It is easier to take care of five romping, rollicking children tban one childish old man. Among the litest specimens of womanhood in Brcoklyn aud in yonder transpontine city are thse who allowed the bloom of girlhood to pass in ministries to their parents. While other maidens were asleep they were soaking the old man's feet or tucking the coverlids around an invalid mother. While others were at the cotillion they were dancing attendance of rheumatism or spreading plasters for the lame back of the septuagenarian and heating catnip tea for insomnia. In all our circlet of kindred there was at least one

snch queen of self-sacrifice who had jeweled hand after jeweled hand offered her in marriage, and yet by sense of filial obligation

was kept on tbe old place until health was worn out and the attractiveness of personal presence had vanished. The world may giye such a one a nickname, hut God calls her his daughter, and Heaven cills her a saint, and I can her a domestic martyr. A dozen ordinary married women have not as much nobility of character as the smallest joint of the little firger of her left hand. Yet. though the world is six thousand years old, this is the first apotheoiis of manhood, though in that group of thoen who have declined marriage that they might execute a special mission were Aura Ross and Margaret Breckenndge and Mary Sheltou and Anna Etheridge and Georelna Will ets, the angels of the battle fields of Fair Oaks and Blackourn 8 Ford and Chancellors rille and Cooper's 8hoo Hospital. and though single life has been honored by the fact that the three grandest men of the Bible, John nd Paul and Christ, were celibates. Let the ungrateful world sneer at the maiden aunt, but God has a throne in heaven already tarnished lor her ascent, and in the vase that standi on tne side ot tnat tnrone are two jewels, the one large as the Koh Inoor ot the London tower, and the otheg like the largest diamond of Golconda; the one cut by the lapidary of the palace with the words, "Inasmuch as ye did it to father," and the other cat with the words, "Inasmuch b? ye did it nnto mother,' WThile we see all around us ontraeeou? be havior toward aed parents, and we have let forth in the Bible the unfilial demeanor of Miceh, the epbromite. who stole 1,100 shek e!s from his mother, and AF'OLOM'r L'NNATfRAl. SCHKMINO to dethrone David, nis rather, history is agios with many stories of filial fidelity. h.pa nninodas. tbe warrior, found bis great est j iy in entertaining his parents by tbe recital of his victories. Look there at Aeneas, (lying from burning Troy, his old father A.nchises on his shoulder. Death was the pen alty inflicted by the Athenians upon unfilial conduct. See young Kuth escorting across the wilderness venerable Naomi. See John Lawrence burned at the stake in Colchester, hue bis children encouraged him. crying: "Lord, strengthen thy servant and keep thy promise!" Christ, while yet sus pended in excruciation, provided for the old age of his mother. ' Over the Hills to the Poorhouse" is the exquisit ballad by Will Carleton, who had talked wdh an old wman turned off by her prosperous sons, but I am glad that in my text it is over the hills to a palace. "I will g 1 and see him before I die" refcolved Jacob, and in a little while tbe de crepit shepherd is treading the teseelated corridors or an emperor. For the most of you the old folks have made their last visit to your house or eoon will make it. and I am wondering if they will ever visit you at the King's palace I hope so. Al' the provision has been made for your arrival at thti shining habitation of tbe King. "But," you say ; "lam yet in tbe pit of sin." So wss Joseph once in a pit. 'But," yon say, "1 am lu a prison of iniquity." Sowas Joseph once in a prison. But," you lay. "1 had grown up without a mother's care " So had Joseph been de nied maternal attentions. "But," you say. 'I am not in the land of my nativity." So was Joseph far away from home. "But," you say, "I have been exasperated by be trayal." Did not Joseph's brothers sell him to a passing Ishmaelitish caravan, but God brought him to emblazoned residence and if you will trust in Christ Jesus yon all will be empalaced. Oh, what a day that will be when the old folks come from the neighboring mansion to see you amid the alabaster pillars of tbe throne-room and find you living with the King. They are coming up the steps, aud the epauletted guards of the palace rush in and say: Your father has come! Your mo'her has come!" And when you meet them under the arches of precious stone and on the pavement of porphyry the scene will eclipse the meeting on the Goshen highway when Jacob and Joieph fell on each other's necks and wept a good while. Bat how changed the old folks! Their cheeks smoothed into the flesh of a little child, their bent backs straigetened into immortal sym metry and their step fleet as that of the roe on tbe mountain as they say: "We heard by a spirit passing this way from earth that you were dissipated and wayward after we left the world, but God has heard our prayer and now we are here, and, as we went to tee you before we died, now we come to see you after our ascension. And father will eay: "Mother, Joeph is yet alive;" and mother willey: "Yes, lather, Joseph is yet alive;" aud then they will recall all their earthly anxieties in regard to you and their midnight supplications in yonr behalt, and they will recite the old passage with which on earth they cheered their staggering faith: "I will be a God to thee and thy eeed after thee." Oh, the palace! the palace! That is what Baxter called "The Saints' Everlastiig Rest." That is what John Banyan called "The Celestial City." That is 4 Young's Night Thougats" turned into morning exultations. Tbat is "Gray's Elegy in a Churchvard" bcjme a resurrection specta cle. That is "The Cottar's Saturday Night" changed into Cottar's Sunday mormne. That is "The Shepherd of Sali bury Plain" amid the flocks On heavenly hills. Tbat Is famine-struck Paden-Aram xebanged for tbe pasture fields of Goshen. That is Jacob viel ling Joseph at the Emerald Castle. Longfellow in Westminster Abby. Ere'onn I paced those clolsteral hells, erelonz 1 moved where pale memorial aba pes convane, unere poet, warrior, statesman, tine or queen In one great eli'gy of sculpture tbronj, When suddenly, with fieiri-beats glad and . strong, I saw tbe face of that lost friend serene Who robfd Hiawatnaand Evangeline In iucü benimm simplicity of song I Then, swiftly as light mists on morning less. All history, legend, Kngiand, backward drawn. Vanished like vision to Incorporate air. And in one sweet colonial borne o'er seas 1 saw the lamp ihlne oat across the lawn, I heard the old clock llctlnz on the italr! Kagar Fawcelt in Midwinter Century. Evils of Children's fartles Dr. Culhmore, of London, haa published a proteit against children's parties in winter. His objections apply to the ollection of children under seven ytai of age on snch cc-asions. The Lars c et would extend them to children under twelve. They apply prin c'pally to ths general effects upon the health of he children, amorg which are those to which the excitement they have to endure before and after ths event renders them lia b e, ths exposure to the dmgr of chill, and to improper food and drink, and other in flu ences that wear upon the organism at this most tender perlo 1 of life. Besides these are injuries to the mind and nerves: "A perfect storm ot excitement rages ia ths little brain from the moment the invitation has been received, and the affair is talked about in the nursery until after ths evening. Sleep is disturbed by dreams, or, in some cues, prevented by thinking of the creation, and afterward the excitement does not sub side until days have elapsed, perhaps not before another invitation Is received," The amusements of young children ought to be siuipie, uucgiujj, su irre itvui saiiunaiiy. "Parties" are In no way necessary to the happiness of child-life.

GOTHAM GOSSIP.

Con ant, Clock and Levy, and Some Lea sous from Their Lire. Some tirlef Lut Pointed Lines Addressed tu tne Mlnlntara Calling; Out Uewher at a N w York ludiguatlon Meet-tea-PMiadeiptia. Pre. New I olh, Jaa. 31. The names and tacas of three men, each of whom I h3ve known for many yeare, have been before me all day, and I find it utterly impossible to divest myself of tbe thoughts, reflections and suggestions botn of them. I doubt if a greater trinity of variety coold be found than Stillman S. Con&nt, managing editor of Harper's Weekly, Jules Levy, the celebrated corn etil t, and Christopher Clock, a printer well known in the square, who died this morniog in deliriumistic convulsions. The sad story attending the disappearance, utterley inexpltcable as yet, of Conant, is doubtless known to all the readers of the Press, but I find a melancholy pleasure in adding a lea of conrteou? and affectionate remerabxanee to the jonmaiif tic and personal laure wrf ath placed upon his head, by thoe who knew him, rep?cted his abilities and es teemed him as a fellow worker. It may be tbat in a moment of eccentric ity, as a kind of incident to a physical acci dent, he took last Saturday's steamer, and will be heard of from the other side, but the lan e chances are that he wandered aimlessly awHy, mentally undermined, physique wear ied, spirits drooping, aud has joined in some wretched, tratnpian manner, the great army of tbe disappeared. My friend Clock watin my enjpioy, some years ago, a clever printer and a fair proof reader: but he stot pei thi morning, precisely at 10, and as the nurse v'.csed weary eyelids, turning to her, he said, "whisky did it" and it cid. The first drink poor Ch.is took wat in the great Times bar-room one bright Saturday afteruoon, way back in 1S&1. Un less I am mistaken, there were there at the same time Harry Clapp, king of Bohemia; George Arnold. Nat Shephard, Nat Urner, Harry Nell, Frank. Wood, Ned House. Char ley Seymour. Stillman Conant, Bill fiwmton, Thecdne Hogan, Van Buren, and one or tow others of tbe eame bright kidney. öj was 1. (Jlock was a clever young printer, who read proof, reported "lone hand." scanned foreign papers, laid manifold copy in order for the night editor, and made him self generally useful. He was fond of Jack. Jack's first name was Apple. Clock and Ap pie Jack were great friends, and they be came more ana more friends, and thev became more and more frenzied the better they knew each other. He ran down soon: not Jack, but Clock. He was out of ordor, and he seemed over-weighted. His hands trembled and his face grew pale. Some are red. Almost all of Apple Jack's friends have real red face), but poor Clock was as pale as a ghost, and as white as a sheet ought tj b9. TUET ALL TOOK SCTHIS'. I remember on the occasion referred to nearly every fellow took whisky, but Clock, and he toddyapple toddy. "This," said he, "this is bully." And bully it was. They tutsled long together, but bully beat htm in the end, and well, if you want to know what became of bim, gD to Greenwood next Wednesday, ask for tne strangers vault and you'll see his box. Bad box, isn't it? Somehow or other 1 don't think much of 185's ministers. They are good enough in their way, but they seem to be afraid of get ting in any other fellow's way. Wnat do they preach about? Whom do they hurt? They preach about sin in the abstract. And they hurt people wbe don't go to their church. 1 know lots of ministers. I know 'em like a book, and I don't know one who preaches straight at the people to whom he preaches. Queer, isn t it? Doctors don't practice for the mumps if a patient has the fever. Lawyers don't defend a man for forgery, if he's accused of murder. But ministers talk to their pew-holders about other people's sins, and hurrah for Gabriel, when tbey ought ti be Koing for Tom, Dick and Harry. As I said before or five what are the sins os to-day? Stealing, lving. profli gacy, intemperance. bbuw me, if yon phase, tbe first man who dares preach on any of these sins so that his people thinks he means them. ew lork has 10 000 grog shops. They are owned by the resectable, church-going Deo pie of the town, who go to the house of the Lord every Sunday, sing like cherubs, pray like Christians, and listen to sermons with the smile of appropriation and never hear a word about gin. Half tbe town is more or less drunk two-thirds of the time. I know it, and tell you of it. You kcow It, ac d don't eay a word about It. Why not? My friend Clock e topped this morning. because he drank too moch. And if you'll watch awhile you'll tee the other clocxs in the same fix. Never mind Zicchens. be Who tlnm a tree Bis Lord to see. Stop cudjelling your brains to find out whst Eve s apple was, and don t be so curious about the serpent. Ten to one be had lees and wore do?kln breeches Never mind Lucifer. Don't hesitate over Susannah and the elders. No, gentlemen, you may just as well stop bombarding the Garden of Edeu now as any time. Bay a Remington rifle, lead np with facts and open fire on the modern sinners. You daren't do it. It isn't your way. If I had a boy and I haven't, but 1 know a man who has two. and he'll lend me one who went about his marbles as you do atoat preaching, I'd take them away from him. JTOW THE TIME WAS PUT IN. This has been rather a busy week with me. I beat the pawnbrokers and their three bails, for I've had four. Not that I'm a dancist. Heaven fotb'd. But I am fond of hops, and now and then I take a turn for the sake of auld lang syne also my blood. I also went to the German opera. So did many others, mostly fools. If you want to see fair specimens of the?e go to the opera and observe the people in the boxes. Vulgarity and impertinence are hand in hand with-diamotds and fice laces. The women show their' bo8 rr.s and talk so loud they can be heard a :ross the circle, and the men ogle the ladiej In the house and stsre at the ballet girls. Now and then you see a lady in the boxes. but she is a marked exception. Occasionally a gentleman joins the throng, but he is a curiosity. This world is chock full of qieer people. And they all go to the opera. 1 hey are a nuisance. 80' a the man with the a m 9 aw w a cane. uos xnow nimr 1 dost. tie is a nuisarcs. To do him justice, he generally keeps pretty fair time, and only gets mixed in the recitatives, bot he needn't bs so ferruieaiy louu an out it. men the woman witn the high bat, who always sits in front of me Ua, hew I hate her. And the chatty .girl, who knows all the people in the drees circle, aud tells ma how Miss Squibb dressed what a ninny she is: And the Cuban gang. Wim jet-biacK nair, no pupued eyes, opera

hats, curled moustaches, fire and fervor and wrinkled foreheads, patriotic and safe how

positively sicxenmg they are. lint the so ciety leaders in the boxes are my favorite, They are the ones to back their gaucheries on tne other side. But I forget. THETHIKU MAN IN THE LIST. The third man of whom 1 have heard and thought to-day is Levy, the blower. I heard to-day tbat it is in contemplation to engage him for the season at a great seaside resort, and to pay him JsOO a week. He ia an expert manipulator if ever there was cue He is a great idoL An Idle idol much of his time, but for all tbat a success in his way. Levy is an Lngllsh Jer short. stouUat and . 1 .U .1 lUBsjr 1 wiiu a corasirew mousiacne and the largest wind power on record. No niu sen m ever owned a greater curiosltv than Levy s lungs According to this new ar rangement tnat portion of nis anatomy IB worth $S00 a week $40,000 a year, twice ae much as the Right Reverend Rector of Trin : a. sn : a 1 1 1 uy t ansa is paia, iorty times as much as many of the best clerks in our chief mer can tile bouses get for all their time and services. Evidently it pays to be a blower Levy is about forty-eight years of age waen 1 nrst knew him he was cornet chie In the famous Grenadier Band of the British armv. He was just the same then as now, eyeglass, waxed hair, white coat and lungs xiis air 01 - uoa cave tne vaeen nas many times announced the coming of her Gracious Mbs Victoria, and "Hail to the Chief," from Levy's little silver bncle. has been the sig nal a thousand times for "three cheers for the Duke of Well'ngton." I don't know bow he drifted into the band of a theater, but be did, and his encores played the very mucniet with tbe regular performance Every one was charmed, and tbe bays in the gaiiery net peanuts on nis staying power, woich was, and is, simply immense. THE GREAT FLOWER. The United States first knew Levy twenty years ago, when Papa Bateman escorted the superb Parepa to our shores. In her sweep Ing train were two little men Carl II eaand Levy. She liked them both. Lew acsom panted her ob his cornet, aud sent his dar ion tones, sweet and full and round, to tha heart of every hearer, the echoes of her glor ions voice. But iiosa accompanied her to and from the concert hU. and fastened his tender grapnels about her lovinz heart, car) less of what auditors heard or gos&ips said. Triumph succeeded triumph. Art s.s struck the bow of praise on the fiddle back of com pllment, until Levy be.an to believe he was really an artist. Then Jim Fisk went and saw and conquered him Jim was a princely ello w. There was nothing small about Jim. and. when Levy hesitated, he simply called for a contract, offered htm SIO 000 a vear to play for him. whenever and whatever he Jim) pleased, and it was signed then and here. It might not be fair to tell just whe re Fisk took him to play, but it would be very fun ny. But let that pass. Sufhce it that he thoroughly earned his large salary, and when rise cued he put a little black rim around one of his cornet keys, and refused to be comfort sd for several hours, After a series of mps and downs, Mr. Levy was engaged by Menra. Shook it Palmer not as a member of Gilmore's band as a star feature at the Gar nen. He has played there fat $350 a week steadily Hundreds of people went simply to hear him. He has the most wonderful power of sostennto ever known. He can go up higher aud stay there longer than anv cornet player living or dead. Ditto lower. mat's his strength. Of late years matrimony, off and on, has been his chief occupation. He has haa three wives in as manv years one in England. Minnie Conway and tne present cuarmer. What next and who next ne one just yet can say. ion ought to see Levy on Broadway. His vanity outstrips that of any mau or woman on the orthodox footstool. It does. odeed. Does a woman stop to look in a window. He is certain she desires to catch look at him. But after all. Lew has made his mark in the world, and that's more than many of us can say. He's everywhere known as the best of his tribe, and that's saying a great deaL He was walking with me on Broadway one oay, and, In return for little fayor, said: "See here: I tell you what I'll do. I promise to Dlav an 'Aye Maria' at your funeral that will make every body In the church cry. I will, honest and true." And he meant iL THE LOST XDIT0E. I have taken a thousand walks on Broad way with Btui conant too. In 18G4 we walked from the Times office every after noon as far np as tne old clock in front of the Fifth Ayeone Hotel, and a mprrr time we had. We nsed to meet Prince Jo tin Van liuren eyery day at the corner of BroadWay and Prince, and many a pleasant chat we had with him, too. I remember vividly the first time I saw John Van Buren and William IL Eyarts. It was when I was a little shaver in school. Charles Sumner had been beaten in the Senate Chamber by Preston Brooks, and the Nation was wild with rage. The Silver Gray Conservatives of the city called a meeting in toe Broadway tabernacle to protest against it air. Beecher was then a newcomer in Brook lyn. That day he dined with my father. and with him came to New York to hear the speakers, I tagged on, of course. The great building was packed. Daniel Lord, Jr. (he nsed the junior to distinguish him from tbe other Lord), presided, ' and speeches were made by him, Evarts Van Buren. O'Connor and other eminent professionals. But their eloquence was turgid and not sufficiently 1 reed to suit my youthful ears. I went to the reporters' table. where Taeodorde Tilton. In lone hair and a short jacket, was reporting for the Tribune, helping Ned Underhill. the most rapid stenographer then known I told them Beecher was there, and it they would call for him, I would. It was agreed. I went to the rear end of the hall aud yelled "Beecher, Bsecher!" Tilton and Underhill did the same, and the audience, to whom tbe name was becoming familiar, echoed the cry. Mr. Eyarts advanced to the front and explained that as Mr Beecher was lecturing in Philadelphia, it would be impossible for them to hear him. With this I called ont, "No, he isn't in Philadelphia; there he is, b-hind tie pillar!" The idea that Henry Ward Beecher could be hid in any audience now adays strikes you as absurd, of course, but this was somewhere In the fifties 1SÖ1. or later, perhaps. Instantly Mr. Eyarts pro nonnced the meeting adjourned, and, with the other platformities, turned to leaye. THET WOCLPs't ADJOURN. The audience screamed for Beecher. and hd was literally forces upon the stage E v arts pulled his hat on the back ot his head and walked off. Lord and O Connor did the Bauje, out mum oi uouiesse ooiige was m a ava a w . . a. 1 1 . strong in i'rince John Vau Boren, and. in his most cartly manner well, Imagine Dick v aux at nis nest, ana you nave it greeted tne young Brooklyn preacher and presented h.m to the people. Beecher made one of the moat tery, most successful. hariesL anti slavery, iree speech, free men speeches, and won nis spurs at once. The next day tbe papers gave a verbatim report of Beecher and crammed all the others in a paragraph I always liked Van Baren for that.forBeecher was at distasteful to him as to the others, but he was a gentleman from the top of his shapely head to the callous of his heels, and acted as became a gentlemin. In these Broadway walks with conant I became very fond of him. Ha knew Tery little about

men, but books and pictures be could talk of

with entertainment and instruction. If he is gone he'll be missed awhile. If he is only (hiding, hia return will be warmly welcomed r"oor Clock Is run down for the last time and no weight can easily rest him. As for Levy he bids fair to live forever. Howard. The Frosted I'ane. She stood and wrote, Mt do not love;" She stood and taought perhaps the same; Yet while her hand the sen tenet wove Her blushes went and t ame. Her brc&th came sweet and warm and fell Upen the hopeless words that wept The g. Am our from an olden spell That o'er my boj hood crept. I loo ted, and lo ! the hopeless words. Cold as the frost whereon tbey lay, That pierced my startled heart like awords, rhenueiTes were swept away. "And sball thoie words remain effaced!" 1 akei. "1 can rot write Spain The words my hand alone has traced Cpon the frosted pane " New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Orandee in III Glory. .Mexico Letter in the Chicago Inter Ocean J A Mexican grandee in equestrian costume is the most stunning sight to be seen in the entire country. He often, including his saddle, wears a thousand dollars worth of clothes and things. From the crown of bis head to the soles of his feet he is a thing to admired and wondered at Beginning at the t'jp; nis eomorero costs any wnere from J 59 to 5150. No thoroughbred gentleman ever weirs one worth less than $2! and even the man who blacks his boots bm as much and sometimes more than tbat invested in bis hat A friend of mine who has been away an an summer paid his footman, or portero. fi'2 back wageson his retnrn. The fellow spent $35 for a sombrero and gave the bal ance to h8 family. Then the equestrian has a handsomely embroidered velvet or casaimere iackeL a paie pink sash, a silver-mounted revolver in a silver-mounted belt, a sword that is worth 50 or t5. solid silver buttons, sometimes in double rows, with loops or chains down the seams of nis trousers, which are often of leather. Then his silver spurs and patentleather boots sit gracefully upon a silverplated stirrup, which is attached to a saddle thdt may be worth anywhere from 50 to $500. 8uita for boys ten and twelve years of agn, with a full outfit, from sombrero to swjrd, can be purchased and are often to be seen on dusky youngsters riding out with their papas or grooms. TDK LIKE CK THE FIELDS. A Iteautlful Word Picture of m Country Scene at Harvent Time. fKnglish Illustrated Magazlne.1 So Guido stooped to see how nicelv he could hide himself, then he knelt, and in a moment eat down, so that the wheat rose no high above him. Another humble-bee went over along the tips of the wheat bur-rr as he passed ; then a scarlet fly, and next a bright yellow wasp who was telling a friend filing behind him that he knew where there was buch a capital piece 01 wood to bite up nio uny pieces ana make into Dauer for the a. a. x 7 . nest in the thatch, but his friend wanted to go to the house, because there was a Dear quite ripe there on the wall. Next came a moth, and after the moth a golden fly and three gnats, and a mouse ran along the dry ground with a curious saifQing rustle close to Guido. A shrill cry came down out of the air, and looking up he saw two swifts urning circles, and as they passed each other they shrieked their voices were so shrill tbey shrieked. They were only saying that in a month heir little swifts in the slates would be able to fly. While he sat bo quiet on the ground at d hidden by the wheat he heard a cuckoo such a long way off it sounded like a watch when it is covered np. "Cuckoo" did not come full and distinct it was such a tiny ittle "cuckoo" caught in the hollow of Guido's ear. The cuckoo must -have been a mile away. Suddenly he thought something went over, and yet he did not see it perhaps it wss the shadow and he looked up and saw a large bird net very far ud. not farther tban he could fline or shoot his ar. row, and tbe bird was fluttering his wings, oui uiu nui move away jariner. as 11 he had been tied in the air. The hawk was atavln? there to see if there was a mouse or a little bird in the wheat. After a minute tbe hawk stopped flattering and lifted his wings together as a butterfly does when he shuts his. and down the hawk came straight into the corn. "Go away!" ßhoated Gnido, jumping np and flinging his cap, and the hawk. dreadfully frightened and terribly cross, checked himself and rose again with an anerv rash. And bo the mouse escaped. Samuel Johnson. I Fortnightly Review. It is 100 years ago since Dr. Johnson wrote his last letter to Lucy Porter, in which he announced to her that he was very ill, and nat ne aesirea ner prayers. Less than a ortnight later, on the 13th of December. 1781, he was dead. All tbroueh the vear nisconauion naa given nis friends more then anxiety. Tne winter of 1783 had been marked by collapse of the constitution: to he cesseless misery of his skin was now ad. ded an asthma that would not Buffer him to recline in bed, a dropsy made hia legs and fet useless through half the weary day. It is ion- e what marvelous that he got through this terrible winter, the sufferings of which are painfully recorded in his sad correspond ence. Jt is dimcult to naderstand why. inst when he wanted companionship mott, his friends teemed all to have happened to de sert him. Of the quaint group of invalids n mind and body to whom his house had been a hospital, all were gone except Mrs. Desmoulins, who was bedridden; and we may believe that their wrangling company uu ut-vej- ueeu bu uistaaieiUl to himself as o h's friends. Boswell and Mrs. Thrale. we know, had more or lets valid reasons fnr absence, and Boswell, at least, was solicitous n inquiry, we mnet, however, from what ever cause, think'of Johnson, wha drartH solitude, as now almost always alone, mortinea me spiritual pains no less acute than his pavsical ones, tortnrinr his nh.fri ones, torturing lis wretched nights with . . . , " O mmm M J "1VV Baxter s "Call to the Unconverted nd with laborious and repeated dia?nrM nf hi own bodily symptoms It is strange to tninx tnat although he was tha leadln? man ef letters in England, and the centre of a noie society, his absence from the meetings of his associates seems scarcely to bave a ar. oeen noticed, it was not until m Febuarv. when he was relieved.thatheallowed himself to speak 01 the danger he bad passed ti rough. Then he confessed his terror to Lucy l'orter in the famous words: "Pray for me; death, my dear, is very dreadful; let ns think nothing worth our care but how to prepare for It." and asked Boswell to con suit the venerable physician, Sir Alexander Luck, as to the best way of avoidine? are lapse. Boswell felt it a duty to apply not to luck oniy out to varioas leading doctors. In doing so he reminded them, with bis extra ordinary foppishness, of "the elegant com pnment" which Johnsen had paid to their profession In hia "Life of Garth," the poet pnysician. ihe doctors, with one accord. and thinking without doubt far more o Johnson, himself than of Garth, clustered around him with their advice and their pre scrlptions, and the great man eartainlT re ;ceivea ror tne Drier remainder ot hia deys

sich alleviation as sirup of poppies and via-

egar of equills could give him. Mrs. Boawell, encouraged by a more iavcrable account of his health. Invited him down to Auchinlech in March. He could not venture to accept, but he was pleased to be asked, aud recovered so much of his wonted fire as to fancy, in a freak of etrai ge inconsistency, that he would amuse himself by decorating his London study with the heads of "the fathers of Scottish literature." To Langton. who as Johnson justly thought, with unaccountable "circumduction" bad made inquiries about his old friend through Loid Pormiore. he ex preyed a hop of pelting on to ninety, and said tliSt ' God, who hhs si wor.derfnlly restored m, cm pre serve m in a'l seasons." it is yery pathetic to follow th old man through the desolate and wearisome months; nor can we eaaily understand, iioru any cf tbe records we pos sess. ny he was ainwedto be so much alone. Oo Faster Monday, after recording without petulance that his great bore of be ing able to go out on the preceding day hsd been doomed to disapiointment, ne goes on to ay: "I want every comfort. My life is very solitary and very cheerless. I am very weak, and have not passed the door since the 13th of Dfcember." Itemtnded. AU heedle of the world, in its own ill Absorbed and dumb, tbe heart lira, while the day And drk Mem tnt alike, no single ray Of hopeful br-skt trro"b, it erief to atdl. It lies alonr and hdp!e : erery thttH Of Mtter pain vh!ch noMs in It rt may -ecn3s a swtct nign that death will notaela.; But lite holds urong, sod with unconscious Fklil The nlad tekep note of all. KeenlT the ear Utara exery lignteit noKe, tn hsif cloed ye Pees every pattern on the wall, each line Ia cut upon the brain In figures fine. Long yvars elapse, one thinks the grief laid T. A light, a sound, the old hard pain la hre. Harper's Magazin. Heliotrope the Fashion. lLondon Truth Hllotrope is the fashionable flower, tia ashionab.e perfume and the fashionable color. Perbat s I ought to eav colars. for there are are three or four dlüerent sad and tender shades of mauve In tbe blossoms o tbe delicious flower. I have seen a lovely ea-gown made of heliotrope pi usa. lined with pale blue Batin. acd an opening over a plastron of palest blue creie de Chine, tha soft folds of which were all drawn toward he left side of the tablier. where thev were held by loner loops and ends of heliotronecolored velvet ribbon, pale blue on the reverse side. With this becoming gown a bunch of heliotrope flowers was worn which thought real, especially when I found the vicinity of the wearer, and Indeed the whole room, impregnated with the penetrating. delicious odor Deculiar to tbe flower. I am peculiarly susceptible to this sweetest of natural perfumes. It seems to bnrhten all my thoughts. 80 I soon asked mv hostess where the had been able to get 6uch magnificent flowers at this season. Oh," she replied, "I am delighted von are taken In too. Every one who sees them thinks them real. Look!' And unfastening the clasp that held them too her dress, ehe laid the flowers in my hand. They were artificial, though so beautifully made end so fragrant of their prototypes that the Qneen of Sheba'a bees would be the only critics who could detect the difference. 'But the perfume?" I asked, bewildered. Here it is," she said, producirg a bottle of Gosneil's Cherry Blossom, which is so strong an extract that it was sufficient to place the flowers in the same drawer with it. WKALTHT CHURCH GOERS. Mew York Millionaires and Their Pwa Wealthy Female larlshiouers. NewYork Comapondsace Troy Timet. William H. Vanderbilt Davs io90 a vear for a pew in St. Bartholomew's church, but mis aoe a not impiy regular attendance. The Astora are also Episcopalian and attend Trlnnity chapel, which ia an UDtown branch of Trinity church. John Jacob, sr., is a mem ber of Trinity corporation, which is the highest honor this church can confer on a layman. The Ciscos are in the earae church communion, and the founder of the house was also a member of Trinity corporation. Rusell Sage calls himself a Presbyterian and attends John K. Paxton's church, which by the way contains a number of rich families. Horace B. ClalMin is one of Beecher'a best supporters, but does net pay as heavy a pew rent as in former days. Cyrus W. Field and all tbat family are supposed to hold to oldfashioned orthodoxy, of which their father was a preacher, but their residence in this city has not strengthened the re1'gioas character of the family. The Harpets are faehionable Methodists, and so was Daniel Drew, who was a liberal contributor until he got cleaned ont, and then his broken prom it es led to great disappointments. Jay Gould's folks are also of Methodist torn, but Jay Gould himself has no time to waste In chnrch-goirg. He showed his idea of improvv . 1 . . ngine naoDatn Dy calling oa William H. anderbilt one Sunday evenimr to arrange or mutual co-operation in the Western Udon movement. General Grant vm one nf Newman's pillars, and his illness haa been a. serious injury to that disappointed pastor. airs. i,ommnaore anderbut attends tbe hurch o tha Stran Deems) owes his present independent doition to her patronsge. She was the means if his acquaintance with theCommodore. who bequeathed him ?20,000 in cab aad alio a fe use of the chnrch in which he now preaches. Mrs. E. I). Morgan is a member of the Brick church (Preibjterian) in which her husband was for some year, the chief pillar. Mrs. A. T. Stewart ia a member of St. Mark's (Eoisconan ch nrrh where her three children are buried. Her Hnsband'a remains were stolen frem the am vanlt nine yeais age ard have never been recov ered. A saicjphagnes however, of grc.it beau. iy ana con, nas been pla?d in the b!ewart Memorial church at Heninstead far the merchant prince, and it i-a small maltr hether his bone are there or not. Mrs. biewart will eventually be buried in the same place with similar honors. Miss Kitty one, wno is also immensely rich and liberal to a corresponding degree. Is a member 0t Grace Church, which has enioved be benefactions In an unstinted ronnaer. Miss Harriet Lenox is a rr.emher of the Presbyterian Church, of which her father was an elder and her brother James a trustee. She Is the sole legatee of the eitate. and keeps up her brother's method ot silent and hidden charity. Mra. Kobert L. Stuart s aiso a Presbyterian, her Daitor wing the eloquent John Hall, who has the ricbeet congregation in America. Mra. Stuart in herited, without restriction, the entire wealth accumulated by her husband and his brother Alexander, and hence it is ex pected toat she will make some very liberal oequeata. While mentioning ttese names as noted for wealth I would caution the reader against making any solicitations through the ma iL Tha rich people of this city are constantly pestered with letters. which are only a waste 01 paper and postage. People 0! wealth do not lack for opportunities of beneficence, and they generally prefer their own methods. These rich ladles have experience and judicious managers to assist in charities as well as in business matters, and this class pay but little attf n tion to begging letters.