Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 35, Number 19, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 June 1889 — Page 6

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THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. .WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26, 1SS9.

THE TABERNACLE PULPIT.

JOURNEY OF HAGAR AND ISHMAEL People's Tronbl In Tbl World Ar Oft a Caused by Not Keeplnj la Thlr I'roper X;ee Vol Crts Mas For Crtala Thing. The Hev. T. De "Witt Talmago, D. IX, f-reacheJ at tho Tabernacle last Sunday. A vast congregation filled the spacious building to overflowing. After making en exposition of scripture the pastor gave vjt the hymn lioginning: Olory to OoJ on high, Let heaven and eurtU reply, which the great body of worshipers sang w ith majestic ciTect. The subject of Dr. Tal mage' discourse was: "People Who Have Loot Their War." He took for his text: "And God opened Ler eyes and i-he saw a well of water and the went and rilled the bottle with water and gave the lad drink." Genesis xxi, 19. The eloquent preacher paid: . Morninsr breaks upon Bcer-sheba. There, is an early etir in the house of old Abraham. There has been trouble aruong the domestics. IIa ear, an asf,i-tact in the household, and her son, a brisk lad of sixteen years, have become impudent and indolent, and Sarah, the mistress of the household, put her foot down very hard, and siys that they will have to have the premises. They are parkin? up now. Abraham, know ing that the journey before his servant and her eon will be very long and across desolate places, in the kindness of Iiis heart sets about putting Tip some bread and a bottle with water in it. It U a very plain lunch that Abraham f:roviics, but I warrant von there would iave bo n enough of it had they not lost their way. "GM b with you!" said old Abraham, a ho pave the Inr.ch to Ha jar, and a pool many charges us to bow she should conduct, the iournev. Ishmael, the tiy, I s'ippo? bounded aray in the morninsr lifftt. J'.oys alwa-s like a ch. nitre. Poor I.-hmael ! Ho has no idea of the disasters thnt are ahead of him. Hamr gives one lori.r, lingering look on the faraiijjr place w here she had spent so inanv i happy das. each scene associated with ! tee pride sr.djoy of fcer heart young Ijlimatl. The scorching noon comes on. The air is stifling snd moves across the desert with ;r.uf!erab!o suffocation. Ishmael, the boy, begins to complain and lies down, but Ha.ir rousej him up, saving nothing about h r own weariness or the sweltering itfut; for mothers can endure anything. Trudge, trudge, trudge. Crowing the d-nd lev 1 of th d-.-rrt how wearilv and lowly the miles 1 i p. A tamarind that teemed bourn ago to stand only jut a litt!o ahead, inviting th" travelers to come under its shadow, row is as far off as ever, or B'rriniy so. Niht drops upon tin 'Wert, and the travelers nro pillow less. Tshmtel, very weary I suppose, instantly fills aleep. flagarj as the shadows of the. night rxgiu to lap ovr each other linear bu2 hr weary bov to her bosom and thinks of the fact that it is her fault that they are in the desert A Mar looks out, ar.d every falling tear it kisses with a eparkle. A v inir tf wind comes over the hot earth and lifts the locks from the fevered brow of the hoy. Hafj.ir !-eps f.tfully, and in her dreams traol over the weary day, and half awakes her son t y erving out in he r sleep, "I.shmael! Ishmael I' And to thev go on, day after day and nijht after nicht, for thev have lost their way. No path in tho shifting sands, no sign in th burning sky. Tho ark empty of Hour, tho water gone from the bottle. What shall she do? As she puts her fainting Ishmael under a stunted shrubof the and plain she ses tho bloodshot eyo and feels the hot hand, watches tho blood bursting from the crneked tonkin, and there is a shriek in th decrt f-t ler-sheba: "We shall die! wc shall die!" Now, r.o mot her was ever made strong enough to heur her son cry in vain for h dnn!;. Heretofore she had cheered her boy by promising a rpfedv end f.f the journey, even siniltf.J upon hiia when be lelt dejierately ?öngh. Now there is nothing to do but place him under a shrub and let him die. She had thought she would it there and watch until the spirit of her boy would ro away forever and thea she would breath out her own lifo on his silent heart, but as the bov begins to claw his tongue in Bgny of "thirst and strudle in distortion ar.d b'-g hi-? mother to slay him she can not endure the spectacle. M.A puts him und.r a shrub and goen otT r bow shot and begins to weep until all tlio desert seems sobbing and her cry strikes clear through thy heavens and an angel of Go comes out on a cloud and lorksdovn upon the appalling grief und cries: "fl.igar. what ailcth thee?" She looks up arid he sees the ang-d pointing to a w-ll of wat"r, where she tills the bottV f, r the lad. Thank God! Thank God ! i learn froin this oriental scene, in the frtt place, w hat a sad thing it is when re'pledo not know their placo and get too proud of their business. Ilagar was an .is-.MU.Tnt in that household, but she want'-d to rule tht-re. he ridiculed and j-ered utril her son, Ithmael, got thesamo tri-'Ls. She dashed out Lor own happires r. l threw Sarah into a great fret; and if !: had staid much longer in that hou-eh':d she would have up?et Abraliarn' 44iiililTiun). My friends, one-half of the trouble in the world to-day comes f rem th? fact that people do not know thtir place, or, Unding their place, will i.ot t tay in it. When we come into the world there is always a place ready for us. A place- for Abraham. A place fur Sarah. A place for Hagar. A place for r.ht;2ael. A place for you and a place fur me. Our tjrt duty is to tind our "pbere; our second "is to keep Jt. We may be Dorn in a sphere far o$T from tho o:io for which God finally intends us. extus V tu horn on low vround and was a swineherd; (iol called him up to wave a scepter. Ferguson spent fcis early dfiys in looking after the sheep; God called him up to look after stars and be a shepherd watching the Jiocks of Iizht on the hillsides of heaven. Hogarth begaa by engraving pewter pots; Gcd raised him to stand in the enchanted realm of a painter. The fcho-'maker's bench held I;ioomt:elJ for a little while, but God cal'ed him to sit in the chair of a philosopher and. Christian scholar. The op-&..,i!9r of London could not keep his sou in that business, for God had decided that IIaw!ey wis to be one of th greatest n.-trori'.mers of Inlnnd. On the other Iiand, we msv be born in a sphere a little lii-.h.-r than that for which God intends us. Ve may be born in a cp.at'e, and play in n ro.-tly conservatory rnd feed high-bred T-ointfn and angle for gold fish in artificial ponds and be familiar with princes; yet od miy have fdted us for a carpenter fLoo or a dentist's forceps or a weaver's Khu'ttlo or a h!ack.raith'a force. The r at thin;: U f.r.'l just the ?nr4 re for u hicli Jol intended us, and then to occtipv tl:r.t I fphere ami cupy it forever. 1 lese" is ii i ir.,in Goi iij'nior.ed tottake arlo;v. There is ä man God fashioned to mak a constitution. Th raan who makes the plow is jitas honorahl.j as the man who makes the conetityMoii, provided he makes the plow u wt II üj the other tnaa makes the ronstitiitioo- There is a woman who was made to fashion a robe, and yonder is one intended to be a queen and wear it. It 3ms to me that in tho ns' ca.v aa in tho other God ap

points the sphere; and the needle is just as respectable in his sight as the scepter. 1 do not know but that the world would long ago have been saved if some of the men out of the ministry were in and some of those who are in it were out of it. I really think that one-half of the world may be divided into two quarters those w ho have not found their sphere, and those who, having found it are not willing to stay there. How manv are struggling for a position a littlo higher than that for which God intended them. The bondswoman wants to be mistress. Hagar keeps crowding fcarab. The small wheel of a watch which beautifully went treading its golden pathway, wanta to be the balance wheel, and the sparrow with chagrin drops into tho brook because it cannot, like the eagle, cut a circle under the sun. In the lxrd' armv we all want to be brigadier-generals. The sloop says: "Moro mast more tonnaae, more canvas. Oh, that I were a topsail schooner, or a full-rigged brig, or a Cunard steamer!" And so the world is filled with cries of discontent because we are not willing to stay in the place where God put us and intended us to be. 3Iy friends, bo not too f rond to do anything God tells you to do. or the lack of a right disposition in this respect the world is strewn with wandering Hagar and Ishmaels. God has riven

each one of uj a work to do. You carrv a scuttle of coal up that dark allev. You distribute tho Christian tract Yougivo SI 0,(100 to the missionary cause. You for fifteen years sit with chronic rheumatism, displaying the beauty of Christian subnotion. Whatever God calls vou to do, whether it win hissing or huzza, whether to walk under triumphal arch or lift the sot out of the ditch; whether it be to preach on a Pentecost or tell some wanderer of the street the mercy of the Christ of Mary Magdclone; w hether it bo to weave a garland for a laughing child on a spring morning, and call her a May queen, or to comb out the tangled locks of a waif of the rtreet, and cut up one of your old dre.sfes to fit he,r out for the aanctuarv do it and do it right away. Whether it is a crown or i rake, do not fidget, l'verlasting honors upon those who do their work, and nre contented in the sphere in which God has put them ; while there is only wandering and exile and desolation and wilderne.-B for discontented Hagar and Ifhmael. A cain, I find in this Oriental scene a ! on. of s.ympathy with woman when sbo es forth "dii-ging'in the desert. What a great change it wns for this Ungar. There was the, tent and all the surroundings of Abrahom's house, beautifnl and luxurious, no doubt. ow she is going oat into the hot sands of the desert Ob, what a change it wns! ind in our day wo often n- e the wheel of fortune turn". Here is some one w ho lived in the very bright home of her father. She had everything possible to administer to her happiness. Plenty nt the table. Musio in the drawing-room. Welcome at tho door. rhe is led forth into lifo bv some ono who can riot nnpr.-ciafe her. A dissipated soul mrnen and takes her out in the desert. Iniquities blot out all tho light of that horn rire'e. Harsh words wear out her spirits. Tho hih bone that shown out over the marriage altar while the ring was being set and tho vows given an 1 the bene.lietion oronotuieed have alt faded with the orange blossoms, and there the is to-day, broken-hearted, thlnlln? of past joy and present desolation and coming anguish. Hspar in the wildern. Here is a beautiful home. You cannot think of anything that can be added to it. For years there Iihs not been the suggestion of n single trouble. Urishtand happy children till the house with laughter and song. Poolts to read. Pictures to look at. Imngcs to rest on. Cup of domestic jov full and running over. Dark niht drops. Pillow hot. Pulse flutter. I'.yes close. And the foot whose welbknown step on the door-sid brought the. w bole household out ateventidecrving 'Tuther's coming.' will never sound on tho doorsill again. A long, deep grief plowed through all that libtncss of domestic life. Paradise In t! Widowhood! Ungarin the w ilderness. How often It is we see the weak arm of woman conscripted for this battle with tho rough world. Who U she, going down the Mrc t in the early morning, pale with exhausting work, not half tdepi out with the slumbers of lat night, tragedies of suilering written all over her fare, tier lusterless eyes looking far ahead, ns though for the coming of some other trouble? Ifor parents called her Alary or Pi rtha or Agne.son the day when they held her up to the font, and the Christian minister sprinkled on the infant's face, the waMhings of a holy baptism. Her iiame is changed now. I hear it in tho shuflie of the worn out shoes. I see it in the figure of the faded calico. I find it in tie lineament of tho woe-begono countenance. Not Mary ror Perth.! nor Agnes, hut Ungar in the "wilderness. May Jod have mercy upon woman in tier toils, her struggles, her hardships, her desolation, and may the great heart of divine svmpathy inclose her forever. Aain: I tind in this oriental scene the fact that every mother leads forth tremendous destinies. You say: "That isn't an unusual scene, a mother leading her child by the hand." Who is that she is leading? Ishmael, you say. Who is Ishraael? A great nation is to bo found; a nation bo strung that it is to stand for thousands of years against all the armies of the world, i'gypt and Assyria thunder against it, but in vain. Gaulus brings up his army and his army is smitten. Alexander decides upon a campaign, brings up his hosts, and dies. For a long while that nation monopolizes tho learning of the world. It is the nation of the Arabs. Who founded it? Ishmael, the lad that Hauar led into the wilderness. She had no idea she was leading forth such destinies. Nor does any mother. You pa?s along the street and see pas boys and girls who will yet make tho earth quako with their influence. Who isthat boy at Sutton Pcol, Plymouth, England, barefooted, wading down into the slush and sli:ne until his bare foot comes upoa a piece of glass, and ho lift it, bleeding and paiu-f truck? That wound in the foot decides that ho be sedentary in his life, decides that ho be a student. That wound by the glass in the foot decides that he shall be John Kitto.who shall provide the best encyclopedia the world has ever had provided, and, with his other writings as well, throwing a light upon the word of God such as has come from no other man in thti century. O mother, mother, that little hand that wanders over your face may yet be lifted to hurl thunderbolts of war or drop benedictions. That little voico may blaspheme God in the grogshop or cry "Forward!" to the Ixml's hopts as they go out for thoir last victory. My mind to-day leaps thirty years ahead,' anil I seo a merchant prince of New York. One stroko of Lis pen brings a ship out of Canton. Another stroke of his pen brings a 6hip into Madras. Ifo is mighty in all the money mr.rkeU of the world. Who is he? He s;tnto-dav leide you in the tabernacle. My mind U-hj.s thirty years forward from this lif;; and 1 iuul myself in a relief association. . creat multitude of Christian women have ru-t toother for a generous purjiosc. There is one woman in that crowd who seems to have the confidence of ull the other?, and they all look up to her for her counsel and for her prayers. Who is she? To-day yon will fjnd ber in the Sabbath ecboof, whii the teacher tc' Is her of that Christ who clothed the naked and fed the hungry and healed tho sick. My mind leaps forward thirty j-ears from now and I find myself in an African junj'e, and there is a misclonary of tho j

cross addressing the natives, and their dusky countenances are irradiated with glad tidings of great joy and salvation. Who is be? Did you not hear his voice to-day in the Erst song of the service? My mind looks forward thirty years from now, and I find myself looking through the wickets of a prison. I 8ee a face scarred with every crime. His chin on his open nalm, his elbow on bis knee a picture oi despair. As I open the wicket he starts and I hear his chain clank. The jail-keeper tells me that be has been in there now three times. First for theft, then for arson, now for murder, lie steps upon the trap-door, tho rope is fastened to his neck, the plank fa U, his body swings oil" into eternity. Who is he and where is he? To-day "playing kite on the city commons. Mother," you are to-day hoisting a throno cr forging a chain you are kindling n star or digging a dungeon. I learn one more lesson from this oriental scene, and that is that every wilderness has a well in it. Hagar and Ishmael gave up to die. Hngar's heart sank within her, as she heard her child crving: "Water! water 1 water!" "Ah," she says, "my darling, there is no water. This is a desert." And then Gel's angel said, from tho cloud: "What aileth thee, Hagar?" And she looked and s'jw him pointing to a well of water, where she filled the bowl for the lud. Blessed be God that there is in evcrv wilderness a well, if you only know how to find it fountains for all these thirsty souls to-day. "On that last day, on that great day ot the feast, Jesus stood and cried: If any man thirst, let him come to me and drink." All these other fountains you find are tnero mirages cf tho desert Paracelsus, vou know, spent his time m trying to find out the elixir of lifo a liquid w hich, if taken, would keep one pepetually young in this world, sn'd would change the aged hack again to youth. Of course, he was disappointed. He found not tho elixir. Put here I tell you to-day of the elixir of everlasting life bursting from the "Pock of Ages," and that drinking that waforyou shall never get old, and you will never bo sick and you will never die. "Ho, every one that thir&teth, como ye to the waters" Ah, here Is a man who savs: "I havo teen looking for that fountain a great while, bnt can't find it" And here is some one else who rays: "I tlieve all you say, but I have been trudging along in "tho wilderness, and can't Ünd th fountain." Io you know the reason? I will tell you. You never looked in the right direction. "Oh," you say, "I have looked everywhere. I have looked north, south, east and west and I haven't found the fountain." Why, j on are not looking in the right direction at all. Look up, where Hagar looked, She never would have found the fountain at all, but w hen she heard the voico of the angel she looked up and she saw tho linger pointing to the supply. And, oh, soul, Ifto-day, with one earnest, intense prayer, you would only look up to Christ, He would point you down to tho supply in the wilderness. "fook unto tue, all ye ends of the earth, and bo ye saved; for I nm God, and there is none else." Look! look J as lfogar looked. Oh, come to-day to tho fountain the fountain open for sin and unclcanness. 1 will tell you the whole story in two or three sentence. Pardon hr nil sin. Comfort for all trouble. Light for fill darkness. And every Ilderness has a well in it RELIGIOUS INTOXICATION.

fsnlCM and Prs'tlrsr VYhtrii rudsrnoitt th Nervea mni llltlu Loudon Ilnapital.) There is no doubt that human beings often becomo intoxicated, although thev in.iv te total abstainers. Indeed, asceticism In one direction often tends to excels in another. While we arc grateful for the improvements which have taken place of late in the methods of observing Good Friday ami Faster Sunday in thy cstallished church, wo cannot conceal from ourselves certain dangers uttaching to modern religions observances. Some mothers very rightly object to their laughters, for example, spending the whole of good Friday in church without proper food or sustenance ofanvkind. One lady states that her daughter commenced atfo'clck in the morning, and remained in church until U o'clock in the afternoon. After an hour's interval she returned to the church again, and remained thero until late at night Recently a sendee, entitled "Tenebra" has been started bv certain of tho clergv, w hich consists of the gradual extinguishment of all lights as tho service proceeds, until the whole building is enveloped in darkness. Mothers, quite richtlv, object to tho youth of both sexes attending such services, and they regard them as calculated to reintroduce all the vice and evil attaching to revivalist services of pa.t times. What with communions from 6 a. m. onward, watchings, confessions.church duties and the multifarious services w hich certain clergymen now endeavor to induce young ladies to un lertake, the hspuness of manv families and individuals is ecoming undermined. For a clergyman who is bound by solemn vows to'inenlcato morality, sobriety, moderation, virtue and a tender regard for others, to use his church for organizing and enforcing religious excess in every direction is to provo himself au unfaithful steward, dangerous to tho best interests of young and old alike. If some check is not put to the unwholcsomo excitements fostered by certain of the clergy, many a daughter's health will bo undermined, if her life is not ruined, through the influence of her so-called father in God. In tho interests of morality, of sobriety, of health, of sober sense and of the national life we protest against religious excess of all kinds, and we look upon the clerical intoxication here referred to as a social danger which, if unchecked, must soon result in tho degradation of many of the rising generation. ICMIfflout Thought and Not, The Christian Jwjuirer says of sensational preachers: "If a luinixter is dinhouord and expelled for any flVuje he is almost certain to have follower. His digr:iee seems to make Lim f.unoua. People wish to hear him preach, and till be is jruiltT of frli etcapndea lie rides on the top wave ot popularity. We need not mention Daiusb. F.very rea-ler knows of such eaa." The Chn'tfi'in nt Work thus distributes blnme forths Iom In badly ruled Johnstown: "Ortwiiily, thofte directors who so trilled with the acredncsa of human life as cot to take one step to remove the threatening danger ihnnld Le inade to feel the stern rigors of the lav.", nothing less will satisfy the public sense of justice. Uut the unhappy people of Johnstown are no lei responsible, not only for not scein? to it that the dam was made safe, but for reelecting the simple precautious when the danger sijrnal was shown. ' The triennial general convention of the Protetant episcopal church, which meets in New York next October, wid have en abnntlance of subjects to occupy its time in the dicusion of liturgical revision, the race iue, the hymnal, and perhaps federate council. The C'hnreKmai intimates that the action of some of the dioceses in excluding colored churchmen from representation in the general convention will make it necessary for that body to consider how the right of representation may bo restored without invading diocesan rights. The (Itriftian Leader eceras to Intimate enriouslv that Go.l hru f.s little hand in earth eiiialces a in the Johustown disaster. It says: Can iod permit o terrible a calamity and yet be wise and good? Certainly. He has permitted the earthquake at Liihon, the yet f'treater one at Java, a he permits war. nilence and famine. But God did not do it. The awful calamity is the penalty for violating natural law. The danger has from the first been known. Warning after warning has been given. Repeated determinations have been made to itrenetbea th dam. Bat those in power and influence procrastinated. As the break had not come it was trusted that it tnijht never cone."

CHILDREN'S ROUND TABLE.

VATCHING FOR BABY RAY TO APPEAR Other Storie For the Ltttle Folk Spec ulatins; on the rotors-An ArsrrlTo Combination Jost That One A It a by Ilumoiist 1'roblenis. The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the live chicks and four geeso and three rabits and two kitties and one little dog w ere just as noisy and lively as ttiey knetr how to be. So says a contributor to IWi'i Companion. They were alt watching for Baby Kay to appear at the windo-.v, but ho was still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma was making ready the things ho would need when he should wake up. First sho went along the orchard path ai far as the old wooden pump, and said: "Good Tump, will you give mo some nice, clear water for the baby's bath?" And the pump was willing. The po. ol 1 pump U tho orchard path (iits nice, cr water for the t;aby s bab. Then sho went a little farther on the path, and stopped at thu woodpile, find said, "Good Chips, the pump has given mo nice, clear water for dear little Kay; will you come and warm the water and cook his food?" And tho chips were willing. The (fio1 4-.lt i.ii in p br the orchard intt (iavf nice. Iwir water lr tli baby's bath, And tt o clean, hito etiisi from the pile I Were giad to warm it and lo conk his tool. f-'o mamma went on till she came t" tho barn, und then raid: ''Good cow, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and tho woodpile has given me clean, white chips for dear little Kay; will you give me warm, rich milk?" And the cow was willing. Then she said to tho top-knot ben that wasccratchingin tho straw: "Good Kiddy, the pump has given mo nice, clear water, and the wood-pile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow bus given me warm, rich milk for dear little Kay ; will you givo me a new-laid egg?" And the ben was willing. The good old pntjip hr th orclurd ptb ;e nie, rl(ir w tor the Kabv s bth, T'ae l(n, bii rhip from lh ill of wja! Were glad ti wirni Ii aid to cook his food, "Ihn coiv Rare milk In the mllk-pall trlzrb'. AdI tb t p-knrt biddy so res now snrl wMtv Then mamma went on till she came to tho orchard, and said to a Ifod-Jtino applo tree: "Good Tree, the pump ha given n:e nice, clear water, and the wood pi lo hns given me elan, white mips, and the cow ha given me warm, rirh milk, and the hen hns given me a new-laid eg? for dear littlo Kav; will you give me a pretty red apple?" And thn tree wns willing, ro mamma t"oL the apple and the egg and th milk and tin chips and the water to the house, nnd thero was baby Kav in hi" nliht gntui looking out of the wimfow. And she ki.ised him and bathed himand drcMod him, and while tha brushed ami curled his solt, brown hair sho told hlrn the Wake tip story that I am telling you. 'flii g "d old pump bv lbs orchard path ts nice, clear uter f. r th bah' halb, 1 he cloan, wlnt chips from Ihs (ills of weofl W rr glad Ut rm it and I oook ht food, Tl ow iu uk lu Hi nillk-pU bright, 'I he top-ktiot hid Jr in tft nv ind hlta, And ttis tro g.n sn sppie, s i round nd so r1 I ordmr llttl ILiy who wt juntoutftf bed. Speculating on the Future, Albany I'lprens. J On a certa'n treet in this city dwells a family In which thero in visiting a littlo six-vear-old girl who hails from Chicago. J il"t bdow the bouse where she Is slopjing lives rnsll boy about her own ajo. J'ho children have become great friends. Hence, wlu n the baby sister of the littlo ff How dieil the' other day ho sought out the Chicago small girl to tell her nil about i. The ronvufeation tlutt ensued when lie found her i as carried on through a w ide crack in the fence separating the two bouses. ".We have n dead baby in our jiouse," remarked tho bov by way of a starter. "What kind of a baby is it?" a-ked tho young westerner. "It's a dead baby." And then after a moment the boy'alded: "It's goneto heaven, hain't cot any lush' now, though it's going to have a new b'ly eonte day, but now it's, a spirit." "K i not a spirit, it's an angel," declared the girl. "Well, ain't an angel the Käme as a spirit?" asked the youtlu This wus evidently a pofier for the girl, hut after a moment she replied with a we dth of local pride in her tone: "Maybe, but anyway they're not tho earn in Chicago." On the IMS of An Ttplosloa. fnttübur rii.ch.j A doctor happened to be telling bis family of an amusing scene ho had wit. nessed at a patient's house during the day. ".Mr. lirowu," said the doctor, was not feriously ill, but his wife really made matters worse and herself supremely ridiculous by rushing in and out like a wet hen." The doctor's son, Kob, a very bright boy of six, was present when his father said this and treasured his words. A dav or two afterward Mrs. Hrown called on the doctor's lamily. and when Bob came into the room he sat down on a stool and fixed his eyes on the visitor. Ky and by he aked very seriously : "Mrs. Hrown, do you know anything alsmt a wet hen?" Of "cou!oshe replied in the negative, and Hob's faco assumed a very puzz'ed expression. After a brief pause horrible to Iiis sisters Hob said: "Well, it seems to mo you ought to." .Tust That One In All the World, . (Manchi-nter (N. II.) Tntou. The littlo daughter of a Concord clergyman dropped her doll at the depot this morning, and her grief was great in consequence, th" face of the plaster pet looking as if it had been the object of the spite of a one-thousand-pound pile-driver. The unfeeling newspaper man suggested to the little one that there were plenty moro dolls in tho market which her father might buy, but the tears continued to flow and the sobs sounded louder as she brokenly uttered: "There's no other Ulanchc". Hie came clear from Pari.." Few sorrows in life will ever seem bo overpowering to that child as the lot-s of her "darling doll." A 1J.-17 Humorist. (Detroit Tribune.j A little three-year-old, whoso father was a church trustee, w as greatly puzzled in his efforts to arrange a tiny set of toy blocks in the form cf a meeting-house. After a laborious endeavor, in which ho failed to accomplish his tusk, be looked up at his father with a comical twinkle about bis eyes and said: 'Tse never can build's church 'lewi board trustees help me." Too Lif-I.ike. Det:w.t Tribune.) Tod was invited out to tea with his raotber, one day, and among other dainties a saucer of orange gelatine was set out before him. It was a new dish to the little fellow and he eyed it disparagingly a minute, then said, very potitely: "If you please, 'ua. thank you.' I rather jrue? s you can Lave it back it keeps w agcinKr!" Seasick i'nr Iloiuc. Evangelist. The sensation of homesickness has been variously described, but never more Graphically than by a little girl who, miles away from homo and mamma, sat, heavyeyed and silent, at a hotel table. "Aren't you hungry, dear?" asked her aunt, with whom ßhe was traveling. "So'm." "Does

roar hsad ache?" Wm." "What is the matter?" The child's lip quivered and she eaid, In a tone to grieve tho heart, "I'm eo seasick for home." 'o Interruption Intended. (rhihlolpb'i rns.J Little Charlie, whose grandfather is a baptist minister, took dinner at the parsonage the other day. He lived at a hotel, and before his venerable grandparent began the blessing Charlie had becun eating voraciously. "Oh, don't mind me, grand pa," ho remarked between mouthfuls, when tho latter remonstrated, "go right on with your bleesing." Induction. Harper's Ms?ai:ine. "What is an orphan?" asked a lady teacher. None of the children seemed to know. "Well, I'm an orphan," said the teacher, as being not too plain a cue. A hand popped r.p and the owner exclaimed : "An orphan is a woman that wants to get married and can't."

An AgsrreaaiVA Combination. I Washington Tost. "Fa ain't turning out tho sort of a man I expected," said a littlo oight-vear-old west-ender, as be returned, rubbing his legs, from a wood-shod ßeanco with his father; "and, ma, the next timo ho whips us let's get a divorce." ltotaiilrnl. lEoaton Trsnaotlpt.) Tho other dav a lady, distributing flowers in a hospital ward.'gave a littlo maiden a rose with a long, thorny stalk. P.y and by she heard a plaintive voice, "Ma'am, you gave me a flower with nai.s on it." KNOTTY PROBLEMS. O ir rsaPrs ara lnltvl t furnlh orient n!i;mas, ohtra'li, rl 111p, rumsen. Ait 1 ot,hr "Kintty Problem, " AMrr-Mlnif all roiumunlcAtioii rolatirs to this JcpartmsQt to II It Oatbouro, Lshku, Mo. No. 2;8S-iuUlt!neJ. Th'r 'ita wnmsn fair to , AO'l neat, ami trim, ami tattfful; Ilut ph vi urft a entippe, llcr trniM-r w.k liri-i ul. Ifsr o a lou I lonr a hr f viH rojtil tell. I i ir1 biMb friri anl blnn.?; A ml all day Iwn If baleful ri I W so tun v,or u)iu til bUhtlnf it tout hr nHjfcViM '! nsrM Tbl' Ii ur!.r fjtiv SlO th" 00 'vsrul' j iroril wiuM b4 In t 6 pt4tl. T'.a In o.t3r hrli y!e In fhu the Li II V florr llitt tln on rut tU'l D"t Unfile Tb'msnre, nittj veapnn girr. p1 i Ihl wotnsn 1o br h at, Thn strike it was 1 (hliltr,-, IJr beurt heiui llko on mot li Al. lo Willah ni warioth Ik thrilling Put tili nn hitler r th h1, AnoiliT blow w.it Islliug: 'Ti slmeil at alii' rm in h-r '1 a low but (ill Hog. T n w fh tni'tr I n 1 of Ilm Tint ktrnrli Ii i sptlvii n kiI ; An l hn U b !t In !i fo ,v H. M'ii writ li l still iti'K'r.i'!t, Fr. though hs drti ulto nuar Ilia en 1, Sho tt riMnlin .i t nttirr Tht Irm sppri-iirh bT t- l.'rtrn l Wpli pr-iliwril lota or umnry. No. 87HO-4'tinrn. Out on tha , oti st ormy frtt, Y)A Ti a fcirful 1:H; Jt shlis wr b.t. but a nymplft ilDit th ciH raat. Tt um is litMhr 1, tho poor thing's 44, If fril surf to th M, And nsmr ra r IM miuinloc m.t. Will hear It tnxloiy. C. IK. P!ocruln:iliiri, lu1. No. S7f0-TlKeti Jlhemhotd. i.roi. M To renil lh eronil lm. 7 A plant of I h 1'iont ""). ('i Kt'ilurliiK to a Utnl, (4) Parilr allh lrhl. (.V) l'.ii utin t it letr. (j A-!irnit. 7 Si-IWa. ZW m. Oi A 1Mirr. (?) A aniall niIo. i'V Th fruinhfoal. Id Ti lnjpi'1. ii .Nuoolh lee. (',) burin. i l:..M..-r. FinUh-s. I'M Tiilmiltt. ! 1 rlfl-a. Ul) 1 h" '-"it o'tL U-l WM'lu ill) A lottrr. Par P.iot. o. S7DI. .Inegriini. All th lirr.it f iat aallltu ahlpl Thji ak'ru AiiahiI (inllr, 1 hl ol l "du hu - ' m i-'lpv lr ero!ni; or.w.n JUv. W. WtM.i, No. 'IPi-Thr Vlows. 1. With ibt ra.''a tn It rtljbt. A It e-V the nioui.tnln hi-hl j With Iba il')inn, tbculr owl. Hooting ini 1 Ua iiiMuUlit ti'1; Ith ib il!o oo tli frm, T'lrm; to 1111 airlent barn ; W it i! kyrk u lh rl, hhiaii n inn .10 Irno tbealisi; With a!i t!iee I i.Ar awr, ? it nVht or he it day. Tnt a cunrlt lovei n not, In the. puei r Ihn ri, A Ti1 t! rm te-e. feitre.l. 11, W bo but f r in 1 i.i!ttt haia flerf. It hl sll hl Irenjfth apj j T ilotrny tn ai'l to tly. Tiioiiuh I siu h stfina a leel, I fan aonio linprenle n liwl ; riiuetitui' loveuful oiuetlmes gild Söltens oi to V, (16 my hoM, lit. If you ahotiM osiifht ail to pw, In our own bnn.l lau.1 I'm fre. Wle or Jo M1! , in I flv, All wlnirtvl crfHU-.Tf I out --lo. Manr bbvrolieaa cnte.ta fiht Tor tb wrong n1 br the right. 11 a n.l ve 1, an 1 north ami .nth fVitni'tlioea at the cutinnn' tuiiith, Whi-n in r trie on-' sh.-itl t'revnil. IVsro shull blea.1 j on without tail. (StA. No. 3703 O in mood. J. A letter, i Interrenln?. 3. Climbin? plauta. 4. Abuses. ,V A lii'liii-; la eti l out. S. To doom. m . I J . A . I .... I. 1 A . 1... COfMT hSal Bloomlog'burg, Ial. No. 2;4 ltebos. V. T. I sm IiAt1 and hnnne-1 vrhererer I po, M frlmd ami comisniorts ar orruw jni woe; Ji.it. howeror hjte 1 an.l ahnnnet I mar bo, I-rum thoao irh.tu I know I aoblom may fiwv MlMK CINOrB. No. 270.1A Npelllna; Leaon. Out perxon ennnnt alwara charin lo Ters; Two tili In .inland hol li li onvu'il courw. The purzler tlirr vorr kc?n of w it. Hit our they c.innot iUay mite it bit. lltti percl:iuec should niytliT your brain, Jut take !"imn If st and it will vin mor pUia. And now ye total posors, !i:irp and keen, Moat probably you know just what I ruenn. (Aidyu Answrra. 9TV IV nof a baker If your bead t of butter. 271 The letter I. IM-la'e, i-l-rat, p-l-lot, wra-l-th. 2721. ProcuBclauiecto. 2. Obtunieofn'.f . 2Ti3- 0 CAM PAPA W CAN T A I. C A 1 I T 1" t A n Jl A T r R V. Ü W A L i; ä LAI R 27Si Cuba, a rub. 27i f rand E E spado K V. o.ni'a C, M arils 1j A raiioo A N cvOor N Y c'.eje D 27S7 A pair of soaln. Cbarac terlatlcs. Puck.l Mr. Gotham'(on train) "UTiat do you think the principal causci of the unique position which Chicago now occupies amoug wettern cities?" ilr. Ipppy (from St. Lorm) "Detectives, and the men they cau't catch." A Commercial Paradox. Puok. Customer "Say, Rothtein, who's that man doing all that yelline nnd ecrearniosr and swearin? at the clerks in the rear of the store?" Holnstein "Oh, lot voa Itosenberg, der silent pardner." Looking Out For Itnssell. PucJcl "Why does Mr. Harrison appoint r-presi-dents' tons to first-class foreign missions? "Perhaps he hopes the practica may extend to his successors."

AX APOLOGY FOR KISSING.

SANCTIONED BY GOOD LITERATURE. Th Ilablt Shown to Be An Evidence of In. teliact stud Advanced Civilization Ancient Custom and Morality Also on Its 'Side. "Ia the spring a young man's fancy liehtly turns to thoughts of love," remarks Tennyson, thus unconsciously placing love and greens in tho same category. Tennyson was ripht, and as an illustration of tho truth of his statement, Rome callow youth employed by tho St, Ix)uis f'w has this sprite composed a learned dissertation ou the art of kissing. It must be remembered, says ho, by war of preface, that the only animal that knows Low to kiss is man. Dogs lick their master, and beara their rasped cubs ; rata their kitten, while donkeys and tho Esquimaux rub their noses ; cows and horses fondle each other's necks and heads; love-birds, pieeons and other birds nes-tle together and have methods of thoir own of showing afcction peculiar to each, but nono of these creatures kiss. Even low-class savages do not kis liko other men; so that we may take this habit to bo an evidence of intellect and civilization. Various excuses havo been niado for ki.aing. Shelley draws his excuses from JXimo Xattiro herself: ! th mountain kl hiijh heaven, Anil the avri clali one another; !' siet r On wit irmiM 1 formten ft It rtia liilnfl ita brother; Au l the uiilicht d the earth, A nil the niootihcaiu kis the es; W hat an sll tliee klitn;i worth If thua kits not tue! A humorous excuse was that riven by the defendant in a coso of breach of promise. The defendant was allowed to f.iy a word in hii own behalt. "Yes," he Kiid, "I kissed her almost continually every eveiiim; I called at her house." Lawver for Plaintiff "Then you confess it?" Defendaut "Yes, I do confess it, but I bad to do it!" Iawver "You ba t to do it! What do you mean ?" Defendant "That was the only ny I could kt-p her from ein cinsr." The casuistry of ki.'-sing has ben eot fortL in these lines: W'ben 5rnh Jane. th nmral miM, I'eclarea 'iia ?Tr wrong to sl. I'll bet a blllini I see. through Ht The (t.imx l, tnltlr utnlrrtoi, 1 e'!s Jnt a snyVhrlM.an aboiiH; fhn'd rather uflor wrotnf than do I. Thre is a certain gluttony of kissing of which many examples miht bo given. There wnn onco a jovial vicar who was mch a glutton for kiM-s that when bo obtained the wished-for kin, far from being natisiU'd, ho asked for a ncore; and Thrn to that twenty a bl a buiidrnl more, tbouaamt ti tb it linnilre-l ; n ki-a "n To link" that f liiiainl up bi a million : T rebla that million, ant hen I lint la done Let's klaa itlreati, m ti-u n I'.r'l lx uii. There is a proverb which says: "When gore is out of blossom, kissing is out of favor;" ami porse blossoms always, year In and year out. This matter of counilees kives has been the theme of many a poet. ( 'ittullu Averro.J that though bis" crop of kicking were thicker than dry ears of the cornfield, he would not have enough. Another ancient poet starts oil' kis.es, adi lofi.OfKl, rrpenta tho proefM (in rhyme, of course) twice, and urges that ho ami hi wec thart shall purposely confuAo their memoriei as to the numlxT and begin nil over again. Another poet wants ki' eou.'il in number as tho prains of Mind on the seashore, as ttie ptara In th heavens. K bea Uil. I tir hiioi1re1i o'er, 1 1mua.tmla tfl I by tliniisnia tnT, Mil! i.jiia, loiinthaa tulllloiia, than T old by mlllbiua o'it scIn; ountlen na tlu ilri'S that gIMe In the oian'a bllluwr tiie. ( ouuttea ua ) ou or! s o( llht S i.iip!- l o'er Ihn vault of uUlit, I'll wii h ei'aaeleM lova betow On thnxe rhceka of rrimi.ni flow, 0 I tic 16O 1 1 pa so C'litljr awrllia, fin Ibureeyt-a such (al Uli rtllla. The poet exclaims that love was never eatufied with numbers, and argues tlmt r.o one would tlieam of counting wh, blade of pratv, each ear of ripenincr grnin, or to a scanty hundred would rnnHn the clustering bunches of grapes. 'Who would ask for a thousand bees and no more, or reulnto the numbt-r of raindrops that fhould fall on some parched pasture land ? One of our modern poet, John r. Saxe, has expressed this ancient desire, thoueh from much of our modern poetry wo should imagine tho entiment was ttill in favor: Olre r Llvi' d. not tuy iitifln In that careful aur; All ttm roina your lipa can priot .Nerer will exbanat th UHUU me. I l. n. TvTf inoinent and acrain. Old Ben Jonson eaid that it would bo his wi.h that he. micht din kissing, and it is eaid ro gravo a philosopher as John liUskin once invited a younj lady to kiss him "not sometimes, but continually." Some curious excuses nro recorded for not kissing. In :i certain methodist church the young peoi lo wero in tho habit of playing games whoso forfeits were kisses, but a pious old deacon was much troubled about it. He said be was not opposed to kissing if they did not kis with "an appetite." A woman, in trying to express her contempt for a certain "female friend, said : "If I was a man I would no more kiss such a woman than I would kiss a pair of tongs that bad been left out over night in a pnow bank' We read of a king's kiss that "felt like a flame," sending through every vein. love's joy and pain. And Shakspearo speaks of two lovers whose lins wero "four red roses on a stalk, and in their simple beauto ki.-sed each other." The fact is, that a young lady's first love kiss has tho samy effect over her as being electrified; it's a great shock, but it's boon over. Mr Julia from tho latticed prove lirotiplit nie a eweet bouquet ol poMO, An I atked. as roumi my nn-k kUo cluii. If tulij'S 1 irei rred to rose? 'I raonot tell, sweet slrl," I sii'tied, 'l'ut kls tue, ere 1 the poaiea." .he li,l. -Oh, I prefer." I crievl, "Tby two-lir to a dozen rofe-t." There is a poetic account of the kiss of that black-eyed Spiyjish girl who first kisses with her glances, practicing for tho coining eneounter: Then sbe kiuca with her eyelids, Kh.c with her archin:; ejvbrit. With her sft check softly rubbing; With her chin, "t hjnils, and buyers, .Ml the frame of Til uiueia. All bcr bbioi an.l all her xoirit. All melt diwn to burninf LiMca, All ftbe fa ds on li thoir sugar. "With some of us a kiss is our earliest recollection: 1 recollect a tinre rl!ed Ann, Who carriM me hot the pras; And one fine day a nieo joulz maa tame up and kissed the pretty Isns. the did not ni-.ke the least objection, Thinks I. "Ah, Win d 1 can talk, I'll tell mamma," Ajid that's my earliest rccollwtion. In the old-fashioned youthful game, "kiss in the ring," a favorite maneuver of the tiovg was to keep out of a placo in the ring till they had kissed all the pretty cirls in succession. Those wbo grew up with the same fondness for osculatory attentions would vrotRtly like the cuetom in 60me parts Of Germany, which requires a youna man who is engaged to a girl to salute upon making his adiea for the evening the whole family, beginning with tho mother. Thus, in a family circle cmbrao ing Laif a dozen frirls, each having a lover, no less than forty-eight kisses would have to be given on the occasion of a united meeting; and when we consider that each

lover would give his own sweetheart ten. times as many kis as he gave her eister the grand total Trould outnumber 100. We must not omit tho mother's kiss. Her irood-bye k:-s has 1-een the chara w;hich has kept many a FchcxM-bov in the right path when be has got free from homo influences. Tom Urown, en route, to Kugby, made a bargrda with his father before starting that he was not to b subjected to the indignity ot a parental kiss; not so, however, with bis mother, whose last kiwj all the racket of public-school liio could never etT.v from his ncmorv. I3onlamm West, th" arti-t. once ssi'i: "A kiss from my mother rr.a le me a painCer." STRAUsS' SOPHIE VALTZ. The Romance of t:e Composer's Great Mufttrrpivcr. TriBlated from the Cei-uan lr Clurles Grob-.J Strauss is a second Orp!icu whose tender-moaning, f-pirit-fctirring, love-kiiing music conquers the mon inveterate enemy of TiTj)ir!u,re ; whose magic bounds poothe hearts, still si-hs, dry tears, tame wild beasts, and move the etones themfselves. S'trauss has written waltzes that aro moro to me than many operas. In seven of his measures there is often more melody than in as many heavy fcorcs of other musicians. What a fullness of syren Iteauty, what a rich mine of poetry, what an inexhaustible fount of eer-gashing melody! And not the rutlody alone the rythm, aUo, with m..;ir:i! inlluenco seizes the brain and entrrs th-? he.irt. His violin is a talisman by whidi ho draws from the depths of tho lmn.au soul brightest joys, and di-cpert wo-, and mingles them with master hand. The bow with which he draws th's-j ninny-colore d tones from his instrument is a u a-ic wand, which tenches the grief-torn soul with the healing I al.-a:n of joy, and itnds her wir.j.'S to mount up inti the heaven of p.r.cc;. There are walti compesition as rirh in melDdy, l'tit few ns rich in melting rhythm, äs those? of .-trnti; hy time- f kippitiz, humpiincr, waltrin, gliding and dancing en inviting, o irresistible, that no ditnovr cau withstand their witching influence. Ho is the idol rf womn. In every house, on every piano in Vienna, lie Strauss wahres. He has written over two hundred. All are favorites; all are sung and trilled and played throughout Europe, Cobbler and dundv hum and pine tbera. We hear then in the street, nt the ball, in the garden, and at tho theater. The dancing Viennese carry him on their shoulders, and shout "Minus forever." This Straus, this walU-hero, loved fb daughter of a count. Sophie was boT name. Her eye was bluer than Haley'n heaven, and softer than the sweet lifrht'of the evenine star, (irnc and beauty wern in every motion, and inusie in everv tne. In a word, Sophie was bentitiful-ila-rlingly beautiful. Ilo would have given wot Ids to bate won but one glance of love, but she was cold arid Mem. Madness, In. deed, for a poor physician, with nothing but his violin, t tl ire to love the highborn Sophie, ho bad ns many noble ancestors as he had waltres. Impertinent!" f.nid Sophie, und wh?n be carno to cive her brothor a W on on the violin, sne scnrcelv deigned bim a look, bhortly afterward, Sophie, was tetmthed to Count I ober t, lord chamberlain, who bad, indeed, as many proud ancestors ns Sophie, but Uyond tne?., and his title, had nothing of which Lo could boast. Ono day, uhrn SL-ati? chanred to t al-ne Ttith Sophie, he sank upon his knee before her, and with burning words declared Iiis love, and leotight her to give bitu but one word or look of love ere ht was rpiite driven to despair, lint neither tears nor protestations moved her. Shu was cold and unfeeling ns marble. T am an affianced bride," she h;iid, hauphtily, "and if I wero not, third: you I would become the wife of a poor rnuicijn ?" Sho turned seornfully away, and K ft him slor.n in his grief and dep.ur. The repent anco which boon awoke in the heart of Sophie, unhappily came too late. The bridegroom and iier father hastened the marriage. Count nobert asked St ran to cfmpo. a waltz and piny it nt the wedding. Strauss, the n.ost miserable mm iti tln. universe, promised him both. "He wishes to wound me yet more deeply," Fuid the unhappy man to himself, "but I foreivehim; and limy she be happy; may ehe never repent her choice." He addressed himself earnestly to his work. This waltz should be the interpreter of his passion and his grief to Sophie. It should tdiftllengc at least her pity, if not her love. When all the great city fdept, Strauss took his violin, opened bis window, gare 1 out into the cold night, and improvised and moaned forth his sad tale of woe to the tweet stars above that looked kindly dow n on the de elate and heart-stricken. The .lay of the xtedding came at lat. This fiery agonv of love bad given him a waltz every measure of wait h hpoke a longing borrow, a w.iihnz woe. The ha'.l glistened and khoiie with bright jewels, and brighter eyes; but Sophie was moro gloriously beautiful than a!'. Tluv richest gims lent their charms and their luster; the pure myrtle wreath bloomed in her golden hair, and the rare and costly bridal veil shaded her beautiful leatures from tho full gare of the adoring crowd. Strauss, a haggard, emaciated man, with brilliant. piercing black eyes, shnrp, tronglymarkcd features, drfsscd from head to f iot in black, as though be bad assumed this mourning livery for the bride now dead to him, stood n'd and silent in the gallery abote, d rceting the movements of the orchestra. Sophie danced now with one, now w itli another of the wedding truetts, and as often as fhe paused after the giddy whirl of the dance she turned her eyes toward the pale, grief ftricken Straus's, in his robes of sorrow and mourning, and met bis piercing look of despairing love. It was more than pity she felt; it was remorse, and it was kindling love. A terrible pain awoke in her lieart, like a swelling btream, growing ever wider and deeper, threatening tt overwhelm and desliov her quite, '.iladly bIio would have wept, but fir' dared not. It sounded 12 o'cloek, and Strauss gave tho ßignal for the performance of the new . waltz. Tho gay dancers stood up, Sophia on the arm of the happy bridegroom. All stand spoil-bound with the womirous witchery of those magic sounds. They foruot to dance ; they gazed wonderinjrlv up at the pale man "in black, whose prieftoru Foul breathed out its woe through the sounding irino of his instrument. His bow moved with Lis heart went bio. spirit. Tho bridegroom led oil'; they dance and dance. Strauss followed the Hying with tearful eye", torn heart..They dance,' end dance, and dance, and

will never cone. Straus plays, ana piayf, and plays, and will never fWv, this wonderful "waltz, which k fearfully a;lects both him and them. They dance and dance; be plays and plays; suddenly the K of his violin sn2 ps. and in that moment Sophie falls dead upon the floor. Violin and bow fall from bis trembling bands and with a cry of horror Le shrieked, 'Sophie !" and fell fainting on the floor. Since Sophie's death the waltz is called by her came. Straus loved her till bis death. He, too, is now dead, but Lis charming Sophie waltz lives yet, 8ulct! of a Child. 1 ElJLHAKT. Jene 2a ttie Colbnm, seJ thirteen, the daughter of Elijah Col burn of this city, took five trains of morphine last nicht Dd died eereral hours later. She wst highly sensitive OTer her fleshy condition and had frtquently threatened midie. She ae rvnceilor tha funeraL