Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 October 1894 — Page 6

TIIK IN DI AN A STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY MORNING. OCTOBER .3.- 1884.

EVILS OF THE DANCE.

II. TAI.MAtiK OX THE llAXGnitS OF SOMA!, DISSIPATION. He rod anil the Dnnphlcr of Herodias I. nut n ml Mnrdfr the Co tiromlln n t of Such a Da ii or Suicide In Dnnrlnj HtIIs of the Fashionable Dance. BROOKLYN. Sept. 30. The Rev. Dr. Talmoge, who is still absent on his round the worll tour, has selected as the subject of today's sermon through the press 'The Quick Pect," tho text chosen being Matthew xlv. 6. "When, Ilermr birthday was kept, the daughter of Herod las dajveed t-öforo them an.3 pleased Herod." It is the anniversary of Herod's birthday. The palace i lighted. The highways leading there;.) are nil ablaze with the pomp of Invited g-ue.-ts. Land, captains, merchant princes de mighty men of the land are coming to mingle In the festivities. Tho table is spread with all the luxuries that royal rurveyors can gather. The grills, w hite robed and anointed and prftuned. o'!ti in anfd fit at 'the table. Music! The jests evoke roars of laughter. ItMJIos ar? pr--; u:i '.od. ltrpart-e is Indulged. Totu-ts arc- drunk. The brain Ls lefoggevl. Tli? wit roly on in-:? uproar and blasphemy. Thoy ar? not satisfied ye:. Turn on- m re light. Pour out more wine. Music! Sun-l all Mi- trumpets. Clear the floor f r a dance. Bring in Sale me th beautiful or.d occot.ipiishe.l princess. Tli? d -4-r e;-r.s ated In bnmds the dancer. The- crls are enchanted. Stand ba k and nnk r:rs for the brilliant gyratiu.s! These ncn ever f.hv B'.i;-h "I'.k try of met: n." Their foul w&irls in the re:! an 1 b.-ut'do with the bounding f Herl f-fl-gt crown r.r.d thrir.e and everything 1.;:; th e fjsr-:r.a'ios .f Sa-l'm-. AM tho mr3r;ilJlc-on'-e of his realm 1. as ii.thicg r v: i-iiiijrd with the Fj.lerd-'i that whirls on tiotoo. before him. Hi- body fw.iys fr t-a sl-'o to 5 id, correvrorxlirtg with the !:rs of the enchin'res. Iii? s t". is thrill el w L.h the pulsation- ...f the f -et ani bewitched wi'Ji the te.klrg pe:r."es and attitude more and m -ce a:n-.-.lne. Af:r awhile he sits i:i enehrr.t--I :-:!-ti :y Is klr.j ar. ;lc flashing, icap'ntr. b-uii.Ilrg !.--rit.ty. and 35 th.1 dancv cl s's. ar. 1 the- tiokürur cymbals cease to clap, ar 1 tl-.und v-s of ap plause tli.it sleek the pilars it-Kin t abit". the en.u:;leJ ni 'i.irjh f.voara tr the prim-ply p rf ; :n " V.'ii ltfvcr th'iu h:-i!r, ajk oT ni-:- I v.r.: privf- U t'ic. t ) uhe hnlf of my kir.i-n." N -.v. w;ts in jn at tint ti::T a pi:ri--r of th.g'"v;tl T :: rrirTT .f J .'iri ih- IlaptLt, ani 1; i-i lrt7i nui-kinir a r:--vt ilal of tr uh!e by ; r.-.i?.::nr ? nie vtry plain and h:-.--.-t ikvnvns. iie h.:-."l 1 'n unrt-l the sir. if t.'v k!.: an i 1;- iijrl'.t d-wn up!i hlra Üie wruh of the ff-ni i f the r"val hou? h -1 !. At ' ' ins'.i? tti :i of I-er :n Si1.:n? tik?- a lvantas of the ex tr vr.p.i n t pr orr.U- if tii" klrj; and saj'j. 'II.-in, nir? th had of Jo"hn Lh? rapti.t on a iinnor plate." Diftfclp:ttloit nnd Murder. Hark to the f -und of feet outside the door and the o'.a'tter of swords! The exe-cutlont-rs are returning from their awful errand. OjK-n the do r. They enter, and they present the platter to Salome. "What Is on thi-s plait-.-r? A now pla--3 of wine to continue th-? urinrioii merriment? Xo. Fomethi'i redder and outlier the phaMly, Kx-r..-isr h a J of .Tchn the I'.aptlst, the death tlare still in the eye, the locks dabbled with the pore, the features still 2i-trescd wi:"a -tho List j.ny. Ttiia womaji, who had wh.rled s j pra -efully in tki dance, bend? over t1 awful burden withorut a shudder. Sha pleats over the blood, a-nd with a mueh IndilTerenco as a waiting maid ml?ht take a tray of empty glaissware out of the ro'm after an entertainment. SaicTii carrU-s thj d!s5A'erel h.-d f John tlu I'..iitist. while all the lanquetersi fhout with lauphteran l think It a good jik that in so easy and juick a way they have pot r!d of an earnest and outspoken miniater of the poppe!. You will ail admit, whatever you think of that style of amusement and exercise, that fr m many cirelea it has crowded out ail in'te'.lixent conversation. Tou will also admit that it was made the condition of Uurs? who do not dance, either because they do not know how, or because they have not the health V tndure it, or becau?e, through consclentionu 8cruiles. Lhey must dec-lire the exercise, very uncomfortable. You will also admit, all of you, that it has passed In many cass from an amusement to a disslpAt ion. and you iire eaniiy able to understand the bewilderment of t!:e educated CMn.imm who, standing in the PriPiajit circle whre th re dancinggoing on four or Tive hours and the guests seemed exhausted, turned to tho prDprietor of the house and said, "Why don't you 11 r.v your servants to do this for you?" The rinervntlnpr Dance. You are also willing to admit, whatever b? yo ir ld:-a in reg.ird tr the amusemerit I am fp-aking of, and whatever be your U-:-a of the old-fa. hioned f-'quue dm'" and f many cf the processional ror.is in wiikh I can s-- ivj evil, the round dance is administrative of evil and ought to be driven out of all resperiabl -. circles. I am by natural temperament and re'.iirlous theory opposed to th? r.ovitj. fi takon t-y all tho-so who are horrifi?d at playfulness on the part of th- vun?, and who think that all fiU'-sCjrj are decided oueatlons of decency and ir. orals t-y the po.!tion of the f-et, whll on tie other hand, I can see r.othir.p but ruin, temporal and eternal, for thos- Who go into the dissipations of racial life, difc!pa:!eus whi-h have elrcady deöpoüej thous ind? of young men and young jra-n of ail that is noble In character end us-ful in lif:1. Dancing is tl.n graceful motion of the body adjusted by art to the sound and incisure of i.iu.-i-'il in.-irnment or of the human v i.e. All nations have danced. The. anch-nts thought that Castor and Pollux taught the art to th? lVacf "baemonlatj. Hut. whoever started 1c. all climes have adopted It. In ancient times thoy had the festil dm-f, the military dunce, the mediatorial dance, the- bac-hanaliari dance, and rju-ens ,Tnl lords swayed to and fro in the .trden. and the rough backwoodsman with this exercise awakened the oc.Vt of tl:e fare.t. There is something In the round of lively miblo to evoke th- !r.ov;-mnt cf the hand und foot, v.-intlvr cultured or uncultured. Passing down the street we unconsciously keen rtf) to tl'e s-.und of th bra.-s t-and. while the Ciuhstitn in church with hi foot b-ats limo while his soul rises upon Born gr -a-t harmony. While thi is so in civilized land the red nna of the forest haveth'-ir s.-alp dances, their g rev n corn dan er, their wir dm-c. jn aii'iejit tlr.ps th c-xercise was so utterly and completely d -praved that the church anatiiemitizei It. The o!d Christian fathers expressed thnrIvci mt vciier.)':r4t;y against if. St. Chrysostom says. "Tl: f e'-t were ri'it srtven for dancing, b it to v.-a'.lt md.: tly; r.'-t to leap Impudently, like camels." One of the dogTii of the an. ii r.t church r?ols: "A dance is the devil's possession, and he that entt-reth into a dan- e cntereth into hit j-ics-ession. As many pace as a man r.f-lcs ' la dtn'im:. so many p,u-. does he make to heli." Li.'wliTe the old (lo-rna? declared this: "The worn in tint sir.gMh In th dance It the princess of th" d-rvll. and thot that answer are her drk. and the beholder are his friends, and th mush h hi bellows, and th fiddlers aro the ministers of th,. devil. r-r a, when h' ps nf strayed. If th: hog-herd call ope all a. mhie togrtht-r, ft when the dfcvil calieth one. worn in to sine in th dance, or to p'j.'iy m .in nri"!Ml IrMniMP-nH, r,""i-ny t'is dancc-r jatbr to-etlirr." Thia Indiscriminate an 1 universal denunciation of the rxerel-ie ram-"' front the fart that it was utterly ar.d coinpI tMy depraved. An I tnllu h leneil Cnn.i-lrnrr, ftut we are n t to dlscu.vi the customs of the olden tlms, but etiMoms nw. ' are not to tke the evidence of the

ancient fathers, but our own conscience, enlightened by the word of Ocxl. Is to be the standard. Oh. bring no harsh criticism upon tho young. I would mt drive out from their soul the hilarities of life. I do not believe that the Inhabitants of ancient "Wales, when they stepped to the ound of the rustic hc.rp, went down to ruin. I believe God intended the young people to laugh and romp and pley. I do not believe Gnl would have put exuberance In the soul in J exuberance In the body If he had not intended they should in some vrtee exercise It and demonstrate It. If a mother Join hands with her children and crops the floor to the sound of mudc, I see no harm. If a group of friends cross ani recross the room to the sound of piano well played. I see no harm. If a company, all of whom are known to host and ho.te3 as reputable. cro?s and rvcross the ixom to the sound of musical instrument, I fee nt harm, I tried for a long while to tee harm In lt. I could not s. e any harm in it. I never shall e? any burin in that. Our men, need to te kept young young for many year, longer than they are kept young. Never sin v my boyho-xi day3 have I had more sympathy with thc innocent hilarities of life that I have now. What though we h ive f It hoavv burdens! Whit though we have bid to endure hard knocks! Is that any realem why we should stand in the way of thoc?e wh , unstur.g of life's mis fortunes, are full of exhllirati in and plee? l d bks th? young! They will have to wait m my a long year before they hear m say anything that would depress their ardor or clip their wing3 or make thrm believe that life Is bird and cold and rc-puMve. It is nrt. I tell them, ju 1!n?r fron my own cxperlonc?, thru they will be tr'itfl a great deal better than they deserve. "We have no rlcrht to grudge tii? inn-xent hilarities to the young. The AYearlngt Itound. "hrtt are the dissipations ,f s K-ial life today, and what are the dissipations of the ball-ro-im? In s-m cities and !n some places reaching ail tiie year rf. aid. lr oih-'-r placs only in the sum ner time and at the watering plate?. Tiiere .tie dissipations of s vial life that ar- cutting a very wid- wath with the skk'c oi death, and hundreds and th u.ini-? are going down under thes iniUi. iK-es. and my subject in appH.-aiion i as wide a-? ClirlPt-ndom. The wh!rlp''d of sx.-itil dissipation is drawing d v n s rn;: of the brightest craft that ever sailed the s. a thousands and ten? of thousand f the blirs and tuls annually e:v.-'uni'J m the conflagration of ribb.-tie. Social di.-ii'aticn th" abetter of pride, it Is the pi-'dkrat r of jealousy, it is th sacrificial altar of health. It is thde.'iler of the s-'ul. It is the avenue of lust, and It Ls the curse of every town on twc.n shies f the s a. 8 .-Uil dicsileatlon. It may h hard :o draw the line and -ay that tiais is rigid cm the ot;" side, and that is -nroni; n:i th - o'ti-.cr .lde. It is not neocssiry that v.e do that, for (tod hi put a throne in every man's suil. and I appeal t. that thron.- today. When a man d n-s wr:or. h" kr.ow.s he d-es wrong, -tnd whan h ri"lu he lt!pvs he dor right, and to that tition- v lilch Almighty C-d lifted in the 1 cart of every man ar.d wem in 1 ajceil. As to the physical ruin wrought by th' d'.ssipa'tions of yo-icl life there ran tj

n doubt. What may we rxptc: f I eo- , pie who work all day and dance all nis-ht? After awhile they will b thrown I l l itr i v. i ix k . ' iiJ-1 . . . . i ' 1 1 . . i v . . .... . . .. These people whe indiiHr-- in th.e suppers a ttd the midnight rc Is and th-ti go home in the cold. unwraip:d of limbs, will after awhile be found to have been written down in Clod's eternal records as suU-ides. a.s much sulcid. J as if til y li i.l taken their life with a pirtol or a knife or strychnin1. A Foolish. Care or. How many pr iple have stepped from the ballrvim into the graveyard! (.' nsumptio:i3 and swift neuralgia are close on their track. Amid many of the glittering soetie-s of social life d:?i?es stand right and left and balance ar.d cfiiain. The breath of the sepuloher floits up through the perfume, and the froth of death's lips bubble up In the champagne. I am ta'.d that in seme of the cities there are parents who have actually given up housekeeping and gme to b circling that they may give their time inimitably to sx-ial dissipation.. I have known stich cises. I have known family after family blasted in that way In one of the oilier cities where I preached, father and mother turning their back upon all quiet culture and all the anif allies of "home, leiding f trth their entirefamily In the wrong direction. Annihilated, worse tharA annihilated fir thpre are isome things worse than annihilation. I give you 'the history of m ire than one family when I say tli"y went on in the dissipations -it social life until the father dropped Into a lower style of dis-Ipitlon, and after awhile the t n waa tossed out Into iscx-le-ty a nonenlty, and aftr awhile the daughter elcped wiih a French dancing mtirter, and after awhile th? mother, getting on further and further In year?, trie to hide the wrinkles, but fails in the attempt, trying1 all the art. of the belle, an old flirt, a poor miserable butterfly without any wings. If there I anything on earth beautiful to me, It is an aged woman, her white b?ks flowing t.ack over the wrinkled brow lrx-ks not white with frost. o the poets say, tut white with the Mwnu of the tree of life, in her voice the tenderness of ;raoious memories, he-r f u,a a bene Motion. As grandmother parses through the room th? grand children pull at her dress, and she almost falls in h "r w-ealcn.ss, but slve has notbinx but candy or cako or a kind word f.r the little darling. When she gt out of her wagon In front of the house, tic whole family ruh out and cry. "Grandma's ccme."' and whn ?hc ges away from u. never to return, there 'is a shadow en the table, and a shadow cm the hearth, and a shad w on th heart There I. no more touching scene on earth than when grandmother sleep tic last slumber and the little child is lifted up to the caket to give the last kiss, ani he says, "flood-bye, grandma!" Oh, there is beauty in old age! God says so. "The h 'ary head it a crown of glory." Why should people decline to pet old? The bst things, the greatest things I know of. are agd old mounta.in.J, old seas, old start and old eternity. Rut if there is anything distressful It Is to see an old worn in ashamed of the fut that she Is oM. What with all the artificial appliances, she is too much for my gravity. I laugh even in church when I Fee her coming. The worst looking bird on earth Is a peacock when It his lot its feathers. I would not give one lenk of my old mother's gray hair for f0. WD such caricatures of humanity. And if the lif. of a Wildling, if the life of a dl'-clp!; given to the world, is sad, th" close of such a life is simply a tragedy. Ilclitllfd Souls. Iet me tell you that the dissipations of social life are despoiling the usefulness of a vasit multitude of prop'c. What do thov p.enple care ab-mt the f.ct that there are whoje nations In narrow and suffering and agony when they have f r consideration the more Important uuestion abut the size of a glove or th" tl" of a cravat? Which one of them ever bound up the wounds of the hospital? Which on" of them ever went out to rar for the ponr? Which of tlp-m d you find In tic haunts of sin. di-'trlioitlng tracts? They live in thvni.'c lvc s, and It Is very 1t pa?ture. Fybirls v.M. a great city, and It rnce sent out "10 horsemen In battle. T.iey hod a minstrel who l ad tntigh: the hois -s of the army a great trick, and whe.a tiie old mln-itnl playd a certain tun th h-orfces would rear and with their fro-it feet seem to beat time to tic music,. Well, the old minstrel was offended with hl.s country, and he went over to th enrny, and he sal to tic enemy, "Von give nc th maviitvhlp of tho army, and I will destroy their tr ".ps when tho.je herwjrif n come from J-'y-barl.." So Ihr y gave the old mlnstul the management, and he tauget fill the other minstrels a certain tune. Tliti when the cavalry troop cane up the o! I mlnt-iircl and nil the oiher minstrel played a certain tune, nnd at the nurst critical moment In the battle, when the horsemen wanted to rum to th conflict, th horses reared nnd beat time to tho music with tlKdr fore feet, and In dis

grace and rout the eaaemy fled. Ah. my friends, I have seen it again and again the minstrels of pleasure, the mlnptrcl3 of dissipation, the minstrels of godless association have defeated people In tha hardest fight of life. FrivoUty has lost the battle for 10.000 folk. Oh. what a belittling process to tha human mind, this everlasting question about dress, this discussion of fashionable Infinitesimals, this group looking askance at the glass, wondering -with an Infinity of earne-sinvi.-s how that last geranium leaf does look, this shriveling of a nun's moral dignity until it Is not observable to the naked, eye, this Spanish Inquisition of a tight f-hoe, this binding up of an immortal soul in a ruffle, this pitching off of an immortal nature over the rocks when God Intended it for gTeat and everlasting uplifting! Last Scene of Woe. With many life Is a mas-querade ball, and as at such entertainments gentlemen and ladies put cn the garb of kings and qucen3 or mountebanks or clowns and at the close put off the disguise, so a great many pas3 their whole life in a mask, taking off the mask at death. While the masquerade ball of life goes on they trip merrily over the floor, gemmed hand Is stretched o gemmed hand, and gleaming brow bends- to gleaming brow. On with the dance! Flush and rustle and laughter of immeasurable merrymaking. But afler awhile the languor of death come3 on the limbs and blurs the eyesight, lasrhts lower. Floor hollow with sepulchral echo. Music saddened Into a wail. Lights lower. Xow the maskers are only seen In the dim light. Now the fragrance ef the flowers is like the sickening odor that comes from garlands that have lain long in the vaults of cemeteries. Iiphts lower. Mists gather in t'he room. Glasses sinke as though quaked by sullen thunder. .Sigh caught in the curtain. Scarf drops from the shoulder of beauty, a shroud. L.ights lower. Over the slippery boards in dance of death glide jealousies, envies, revenges, lust, dpspair and death. Stench the lampwicks nlmot extinguished. Tern garlands will not half cover the ulcerated feet. Choking diinp, Chilliness. Feet still. Hands closed. Voices hushed. Eyes shut. Lichts out. Oa. how many of you have floated far an ay from God through social dissipations! And it is time you turned. For I irc-mmber that there were two vessels on the ?a and in a story. It was very, very dark, ar.d the two vessels were going straight fer eac'a other. and the captains knew it not. But after awhile the man on the loikout saw the approaching ship, anil he shouted, "Hard a-larboard!" and from the other vessel the cry went up. "Hard a-larboard!" and they turned ju.it enough to glance by and passed In safety to their harbors. Korae cf you are in the storm of temptation, and you are driving on and coming toward fearful collisions nie you change yoiur course. Hard a-!arbard! Turn ye. turn ye, for "why will ye die, O houpe of Israel?"

Am S u hmt 1 1 u t e for Ilrownlnfc. It was a little Nov. Hampshire village among the mountains, where the country slere served as a postoitiee, circulating library, shoe store, grocery store, dry goods store and everything else combined., that a ll.rston lady, glancing over the books, inquired, "Have you Drowning?" ""o." said the attendant, somewhat regretfully, and not knowing just what kind of an article drowning might be, "we have not." Then, mcre brightly: "We hav blacking and bluing, and have a m in who does whiting. We occasionally do pinking. Would any of these do?" Michigan Tradesman. Another Null In the Tin Plate Lie. A Pittsburg company will build a tin plate plaru at a cost of $300.000. ar.d it will employ 3u0 people. If such a story had gone out just after the passage of the McKinley bill every high-tax organ in the country would have exclaimed: "Just see what the new tariff bill Is going to do for the country!" And j'et the new tariff bill, whatever Its faults may be, reduces the tariff on tin plate over one-half. If tin plate can be made In this country unde,r such a tariff now It could have been made under the same tariff four years ago. Milwaukee Journal. Social itipantlon. Originally dancers merely trooped by and around each other gracefully, without even an occasional touch. Afterwards it became proper to tip fingers in the pklttlsh fashion of the fandang-o. Next they joined hands and thus escorted each other through figure after figure. This led to the meutern waltz, In which they grab each other around the waist and refuse to let go until ten minutes after the fiddles ault. Galveston News. Look I mir t'p. Visitor "What bills before the house now?" Congressman "Only a popgun bill M "Not of much importance, then?" "No, not a great deal the senate will kill it " "Well, then, if It isn't Important, why should they waste all this talk over a po;,gun bill?" "Why? They're chewing the wad!" Cleveland Plain Dealer. A Crnfty Husband. "Do you want to be photographed with that swollen face?" "Yes. Go ahead." "liut hadn't you better wait till your face la its natural size arain?" "No, no; suoh a phonograph would be of no use to m--. I'm going to apply for a divorce and I want to have convincing proof of toy wife's 111 treatment. Fliegende IJlaener. The Condition nifTerent. Husband (with r.ew?paper) "When I'm at home you are forever hammering at that piano, or else your tongue Is running like a trip-hammer. It wasn't so before we were married." Wife "No, It wasn't. Hofore we were married you held my hands so I couldn't p!a. and kept my Hps so busy that I couldn't talk." N. Y. Weekly. One of the Wondfrn of atnre. Dinks "According to some of the scientists, the human race is gradually growing smaller. Strange, Isn't It?" Danks "I dunno. People have ot to adjust themselves to the modern fiat some way." Buffalo Courier. That Wni It. "I wonder why Miss Fosdick dismissed Mr. Knodgrass? Wasn't he an ardent lover?" "Too ardent, I think. At least you could often smeli the ardent on his breath." Free Press. It la Itoonilna. One of the most prominent chefs In a Boston hotel said the other day that business was booming as It never boomed hefare, and when asked the reason for It he said that It was the passage of the tariff bill. Boston Post. W hen AVomen Talk. When wimeti talk the air grow dense With adjectives profound, intenae, The sun Is dimmed by br.lllant wit. Ail earth is vanquished, bit by bit. And mn in shivering silence sit, When women talk. -N. Y. Bun. Point In III Favor. The man who stammers badly gets rymp.ithy from som?, but really he Is extremely fortunate, lie Isn't able to say as many foolish things In a given time a3 other men. SomervKle Journal. Some Itirna. Purchaser "You said this horse was afraid of nothing. lie just shied at a woman on a bicycle." UealerOh, well, perhaps she had on a divided skirt." N. Y. Weekly. Tlulit, nut Tastr. Cholly "Chappie, Jeah boy. you aw pawsltlvely and gwoesly intoxicated you actually have a J.ig on!" Chappie "Haw! Is It on stwalght?" Ionlon (Ont.) Free Press.

THE LITTLE

Sweet cherub! do you not already begin to picture him so in your fancy the pure streams of melody that flow from hl3 rosy mouth, the heart-shaking unconscious thrill with which thosa almost baby lips utter the solemn word3 of the anthem? Ay, such was Toby Wat kin. oneo, but 'tis many lusters back. Yet he Is still a Little Chorister, with a round face and thin sweet vol.e, and a heart of childlike fresknes?, albeit the chubbinesa of youth sits somewhat-com-lcally upon his mature years. Toby is a whimsical fe!lcw, full of strange conceits and old-world enthusiasm: and. Indeed, to see his queer little physiognomy 1 almost a cure for the spleen, and ihe mouth wrinkled in such fantastic wise that to a stranger it must be problematical, whn the face begins to work, whether is be fr mirth or weeping. Yet I dan very clearly call to mind that the firrt time I saw him 'twas with a sort of admiring awe. Toby is now but little accustomed to Inspire. The holiday times of a somewhat lonely childhood were spent by me for the rnst part at the residences of certein bachelor uncles, my guardians. there was one, my father's mother's brother, that matched In his aspect of beautiful and venerable ags the antiquity of his surroundings, with which he had Indeed so grown up as to "cem to have became a part of their grindeur. Thore ancient gray build ngs and the sedate life of the elder members of a university cutis rted perhaps little with my rosy youthfulnrss, but I think I was at that ape of a gentle speculative turn, and found a cmtrm In Iho ololst?r3 and binding rivr-walks. and even in my uncle's unc inr iv hen led talk. There was -a gentie monotony and paac in this life that has ever clung to ni;. The kind shy faces of the old students that were my uncle's friends, the orderly quiet of the littice-wind owed house, and the daily services in the beautiful cathedral rrtade up, ns I remember them, theie unehildlike visits to my relative. I was told, and heard it with a dim wonder, that he had never for lity years missed one of those services in his cropied stall in the cathedral. I marw.ed indeed if the cathedral could Itself be so very old. It was, this cathedral, albeit full of mystery, to very pure and fair, so youn-c with the eternal newness of beauty and poetic association, that perhaps there was the less foolishness in my childish thought. Th delicate pillars and carving of the roof, the high arch s and monument., oppenre-d to me to be cut from rich ivory but a little yellowed. The frailjTb-s and Fma.'d dark spices retreating behind rows of pillars that half concealed them were of infinite mystery and im;-rt. And there was, immediately In front of my accustom".! seat, the jeriwlgged bu?t of f-ome deceased worthy, and beneath the descrlr-t! m of his virtues a gre.a' grinning skull in stone with featheirtl wings as of an angel outspread on either side. 'Twas an effigy that caused me much disquiet acd curious half-formed thoughts; vigue gleams of ncaning strugglti athwart my brain, that was overclouded again as the incon-gruour.nes-s of the linage apjx'aled to me, and I was fain to create for It a special elaso of being.- unknown to scripture or to fairy lore. Such imaginings were, however, lightly dispelled by the fluttering., of a starling that throuch soma crevice had penetrated from the outer air lmto the dark htghhs of the tower, and must there lxvit and starve its life out (but this I did not know); or by a lime that leaned and swayed against the pale grven glass of a north window, picturing It beautlfuly. And my heart warmed within me when the sun, moving round, cast from the great rose-window Phifting rainbows of glorious color upon the pale tont. I never tired of gazing at thüs phantasmagoria, and the radiance appeared Indeed no pawing light, but a spirit, the very spirit of the place.. A pagan notion this, and yet not, I think, wh lly unchristian. For I hel l It, as I suppoese, to b? a kind of symbol; not In itself adorable, but a manifestation ani typo, as it were, of that which, being so, I could yet more hardly comprehend. Such feelings are at th? heart of that childish reverence for the mystery of beauty that some few are happy enough to possess still later in life. Toby Watkins is of the number, but lias not the port's skill In words to reveal in the mirror of his own chll-lTike sul the mystery of our ancient selves. And then in the midst of my fancies such music broke In as It seems to mo I have neveT heard Fine. Indeed I was too young to know aught of the sidness of the lovcMnesn we call porfoet; nnd yet in my dark o.rner I have tr tnbled and wept fis that thrilling sweetness pierced thTough the reif I knew and aioke f something Infinitely greater and t-oyotid. 'Twas Toby's voice first bcre me tl :rcelestial mfsage. The little fellow, smillcr and younger yet than myself, appeared nil that the sentimental are apt to Imagine 4n these little swve't songsters, and his vriev was of a rare quality. I never pictured h'.m as possibly dirtyhanded or commonly c! ithed. and would as soon have thought of "knuckleboning" with one cf these translucent effigies of the apostles as with this grave young denizen of holy haunted places. But, since we were destined very shortly to become lntimatP.s, tbi3 illuston quickly vanished, and Indeed he was of parts nothing above the average, except in all that concerned music, wherein young Silver-tongue, was to me an oracle and seer. I was put, at the age of twelve, to the same school, that I might bo under the protecting eyes of my uncle, and found Toby, though dull at books, to have a love for the old city, and above all Uhe old cathedral, even greater than mine. I think he lmblned knowledge from the very stones of the place. No one ever saw him read (unless ft -were a book of poetry, for which he lhad a passion), and yet when he was in the vein you could perceive that he had a very pleasant store of Information. But as for the dry bones of learning, 'twas scarcely to be called aversion that he felt for 'them; he wanted them not; syntax and theorem were to him uneomprehended fantasies of no possible service to his intelligence, and hi never strove to acquire thrn. Sure, no boy was ever so often and righteously beaten; but nothing could sour the sweetness of his temper, and before he had scrubbed the tears from hl3 llttla twinkling ryes his yelling laugh would be heard as he devised Impish tricks upon his sujerlors. We all loved Toby poor Toby, that never had a penny and never wanted a friend: ar.d I have heard him tay that, despite the prlneipia and a certain- bigoted persistency upon the part of his masters, those were happy day.. I leok bick upon them with a tender melancholy, for methlnks one is never truly happy but when the feeling k uneonscl'ni.. And when in ripe years we gaze across troubled waters, that sheltered harbor where we sailed out little toy boats glimmers In a mist of sunlight whose gold was distilled In the alembic of perpetual youth, the alembic where hope N fashioned, of which the beam may, if we are fortunate, shed som mild radiance on our hearts even 1n our grand cllrnacter);. All the memories of Toby float to me upon a tide of song. Music was hi. passion; nay, e much ihe integral part of him that I sometimes thought 'twaä his soul Itself rpoke faco to face with those of his hearers in his pinging, and the shy spirit them alone stood forth revealed and beautiful. Its shabby, comical envelope for tha moment lost and forgotten. Later, when hi? volco broke into a mellow tenor, a great career seemed to open before tho little prosalc-secm'.ng f?r,w. While I. now a Junior mr-mbcu-of the university, still iCodJed tny way duly along the well-worn road of humane letters, this Toby, who was ever the easy butt of our youthful waggeries, waa achieving greatnt.. tSuccess came without his seeking, and where It led he followed gayly; but whatever (hi business or engagements, ach Sunday saw him

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at the old cathedral, and the echoes caught his voice and hid away the remembrance of Its sweetness behind the ctrven saints and fair tall pillar., aa the perfume of a withered rose hangs In the air of a great room. Methlnks the spirit of Toby haunts the place. Whimsical fellow! he came to rre one day with a tale of love which I. ever regarding him as but a boy, received with mock solemnity, the qiups and odd enthusiasm of the narrator half warranting such an interpret tion. And. lest I should be too much tlam in the mitter. I must confess that about this time I was myself in love, and so perhaps more dull than my wont with my friends. However, I did not speak of It. being a thing foreign to my naturally shv and cold temper, although Toby, I think from his very dlverseness, was among1 the chief of my Intimates. As boys we had sworn a pact of eternal brotherhood, with mystical riites of his own devising. I see him row in his little rRgged gown, his countenance full of that quaint earnestness n one ever took for earnest In him, when by the names of S3ul and Jonathan, by every fair friendship In classic lesrend or hictory. by the twin towers of All Souls, and over the halves of a broken sixpence, we took a. vow of more I than brotherly affection. "Never thill one of us be rich and see the other want!" cries Toby. "While I have an rar.ee left, there is a squeeze Jn It for thee!" And as I began to grin he holds un his hand very gravely (Parson Toby we nicknamed him then) and goc on with his haransue. "May the shade of Julius Caesar dog my traitorous footstep." says he in his shrill tones, "If ever I knowingly cross thee in commerce or In love;" and then he made selemn obeisance, for his notions were very highflown from his readings in the poets, and he always mentioned the "little god" In a reverent manner. I repeated these and other weirds after him as he bade me, not without a feeling for the gravity of th? occasion; for through all his ranting tal'c ran a fibre of definite meaning and resolve that neither of us, I think, forgot. But I am to speak now of that othT leve that so strangely took hold of us bath at much about the same season, but working, as it proved, to ends si sadly diverse. Toby had a sort of whimsical, extravagant way whidh I took f:r a sign of lightness In him. and 'twas thence he never so much as disclosed to me the name of th? fair one. "She is all perfection," said he; "beautiful exceedingly, like a rosebud in an oM weed-crown garden." "O poetical Toby!" cried I, mocking him. "And hast thou spoken this exalted love of thine to thy divinity?" "Pooh." says he. "words, words'. Nay, she is one of the elect" (he rpoke, as ore may say, musically), "and our communications are of a more lofty sort. I sing to her, Fir, to her and for her alone; and she answers me with such look- so subtle a spiritual sympathy shlnts in her angol-face. Why, she' my Inspiration, sir; without her I were a mere wandering voice wanting a spirit. iMusic Is Indeed the voice of love; the only perfect expression of the great passion. " and so he rambled on. Toby was not crazed, as some were apt to think, but had a very rare and vivid Imagination, fancied objects and ideal passions often becoming far more real to him than what we aTe pleased to call substantial fact: and I am not sure but this gift was the cause of hi. misfortune. It was Indeed a very pure, ennobling imagination, and made him see his friends as children look upon giants and heroes of old time. They walked In mere than mortal stature. ! gifted with -uperhuman virtues, but I should a rift be torn In this luminous atmosphere and some petty meanness in I the man be revealed why. this were an j almost uneomprehended sorrow to Toby. And I think that round the fair unknown ! the glorifying mist grew and grew about her, until all his being lay prostrate and adoring at the feet of so much excellence. Nay, I even think tt possible that she was not at all sware of his passion; and that high Intelligence he supposed between them, that secret communion In an unwritten language of the soul, that blessed progress of mutual love which Tipened in him a thou"and extravagances of happiness, were all no more than a fervid poetic dream. Ah. suoh. a dream as one here and there has realized! such an Illusion as the breaking up of It has not seldom broken In silence a passionate heart! I did not Indeed guees so much as this until long after. From a little humorous vengeance, and perhaps moro natural reserve, I lcept my own sober romance a yet closer secret, but not without hugging the thcUKh't of Toby's surprise and admiration wrhen he should be informed of It. II. Now the lives of us both had gone so far happily; no great heart-shaJtlnga be yond the first sweet rage of love, and 'twas a good time and wholesome to lxk back upon. We thmught It should last forever, only the vague gleam of promise become a constant steady light of perfect bliss. But a change came which I must tell you of, though it fill me with the perplexity and almost tho grief these long-past event? occasioned at the time. I think I said that during the week Toby was mostly away, making hints elf a name by his singing In almost every great city of the kingdom; but each Sumliy he was in his place among the choristers of the old cathedral, and for the rest of that day we were used to be much together. Lively is the remembrance of our cheerful suppers. Truly there was a flavor about such bachelor entertainments, modest noctes ambrosiance. We had a lightness of heart then that surmounted every obstacle to a aarclofssj unthinking felicity, an ardor In talk, a harmless enthusiasm for certain sweetly compounded liquors, an antiquated love for a rank church-warden pipe 'tis all past. I come now to a Sunday, the day of my betrothal. It was but a word on the road to church, a Question answered by a look, a pressure of the little hand that lay upon my arm. and we two were, I dare say, the happiest people in the cathedral that day. Behind our seat was a great stone ril'-ar, so that we were hid from view that way, and when every one stood up listening to the anthem I took out the flower I had in mv coat, being a sweetbrler rose, and gave it to her, and she took It with a 6hy blush and laid it between the leave of her hymn book. No one observed us. except, indeed, Toby, who was gartng upon us Intently from his place in the chair, where h stood In readiness to sing t'ho solo, ilethought, from our position and his look. Toby had guessed the whole, for I (had never before had the privilege to sit beside her. Truly that was the sweetest voice I ever heard In man er woman, and there was a quality in it that dav that brought the tears to my eyes. My companion, too, was not unmoved. It died In such a wail of piercing ecorrow, yet chastened and infinitely sweet, as even now seems to echo down to meet me when I tread those lone gray aKes. Indeed. I think sometimes sounds also have their ghosts. In the evening I prepared for Toby a little more sumptuously than my wont. I could not recall a Sunday that he had not prtssed thos hours with me, and although the fine weather had changed t a pouring rain and wind that sounded more like November than June, thli did not much discompose me. for such thlngi were not apt to Und In his way. Yet tonight no tap came upon the glass, and no voice asked mockingly if Master Hodge were within: and tonight, of all nights of the year, this defection cut me strangely. I was in that state whfn a man has an uneintrolled dsir to speak 11 hli thoughts into soma fiiend's ear. and found myself dvertrd by this lnttnded recipient, my ctnd Is burned down, and all tv little festive preparations chiding tin with their Inadequatonees and futility. So I went to bM with a twinge of dluppilntment at bo unmeaning an end to a memorable day. It was not till the morning, over my breakfast, that a ghost visited me. It was ao white an4 wan a creature, with a

voice thick and dlfücult in the utterance, and soaked, muddy clothes, that aj it stood there In the entrance before me, and l score of little streams dripped from it upon the carpet, I swear that for a m-m;nt's space I did not know it for Toby; and then my first thought of him was an evil one. I jumped up and gripped him by the two shoulders, looking seriously down Into hw eyes, that were Indeed dilated and bright, but had no wildness in them, only a:i extreme mournfulncs.s, and a se-rt of shrinking from m that was new, an J seemed to go through my heart as no words ever could. "Where did you sleep, Toby?" crLed I hastily. "Sleep!" said he. with that little oratorical gesture aaad emphasis, be was apt to affect. "Who speaks .f -I:ep? Thou hast murdered sleep! Nay," said he, with a sudden change of aspect, "give me some breakfast, and 1 11 e'en forgive thee." And. with a irvtrse refusal to strip himself of so much as hi. wet coat, he set himself down. Put made a poor figure at the meal, lie was full of talk, and that all of our school days ar.d boyish friendship. "Do y..u remember." cried h . "how you eh.i!le;iL;-l ail th -school on my benoof, turly Hodge? Ay, and the bannocks my god wortny au:u used to send me from Kdinl urg? Little of them should I have tasted but for your protection. Oh, then-'s a hur.dtei good offices you did m. that all lis; up before rrc today, and 'tis to my shame I never gave them a tho-jgnt befm. Friendship should not be all of one side; but 1 will try and repay it. You have not forgot that solemn cove-rant?" sail

he, as it were suspiciously. "No," said I, In some wonder; "and I hope you do not believe, Toby, that I would belie it." He caught my band. "Never!" cried he. "And here again I sw.e.r that your interests shall be dearer to me 'than my own; and though to stand a :de should cost me life Itself, never wiil I siietcii so much as a linger to bar aught tha: concerns your happiness!" "Toby," said I. "thou art a go Ki fellow," and laid my arm about his f-rioa'.-der affectionately, as we used v.ven we were boys tes-ether. And he, gjzina: at me for a moment in a sort of be wild ere I surprise, turned aside and fell into a storm of weeping. These thing's were the forerunners ef a serious illness for my -dear tittc friend. 'Twas curious and to me most moving, that all through the ravings cf his sickness he spoke continually of myself, and his mind, running, I suppose, on our childish pact, would have it that for nosake he had made some great sacrifice, but I was never to know of it. Poor Toby! I doubt not but he was capable of It, had the occasion arisen. But, since my presence seemed to discompose him. I was not permitted to be much wlt'h him then, nor Indeed until he was far on the road to health. That It was som great trouble of mind that first disordered him. some downfall of "nih hopes and bitter disappointment, and upon rnat night almost of madness and reckless exposure to rain and storm, I could never doubt; nor yet that as in mos: of our troubles a woman was to blame f-r some treachery or perhaps unoonrfcious ill-troa-tment of him. But further he has never confided in me, an 1 though I must own that this, coming from him, has se.metimes cut me a little, yet there is that in his condition, now he is rei-overed, that must needs redouble all our love and trnderest solicitude. Ala.3 for the beautiful voice that had borne Its message of purity and consolation to so many a heart! Toby Indeed recovered, and. though, after many months, resumed much about his former aspect, only older; but our fweet Finger is become a dream of the past, and that voice was never heard again, or at least as so faint a ghost of its former self as is far more pathetic. Ever as before he takes h!3 place In the choir, but there is no thrill now when Toby rises; no one marks him. Even his past succ?.s is forgotten, and this is as he would have It. He is one of the meanest among the chorus, turning his eyes to a new star, sweet-tempered and whimsical the same Toby. He gains a sufficient livelihood by the giving of music lessons, for his career is over. Tha sam, I said ay, but to me there was a difference, and a trouble between us that time hath happily removed wholly. I doubt not it was some lingering disorder from his late sickness made him refuse all mention of my marriage, and even decline to see the lady that was to be my wife; and this was the more strange, since she had long known him, and was a great admirer of hi ta.".ent. But all such pettish freaks are long since passed away, and we have now no friend In the world more constant nor more beloved than Toby. Postseriptum. These stray recollections had been -written, laid aside, and forgotten years back, but coming upcm them lately, wlcn til have faded to a dim perspective, I am moved to add one more to thrlr number. I remember some years after these events a winter's evening that tho tittle chorister was at our house. He Sri at the piano, and strains of music, oil and new seemed to flow from his hands, now mmirnful, then again gay and furious, as It were at haphazard. My little girl stood 'beside him With a faoe cf delight. "Conie, danco!" cried my wife es the musio waxed merrier, and the chili sprang up ad began a wild gipsy-sep among the gleams and shadows of the room. It was one of tho; moments that, from no actual lmportanes in the aetJon, become fixed and remain engraven aa an Ineffaceable picture on the memory The fairy music of the old Snuff-box Waltz (that changed after, but I se?arc know how to the stately Wedilng March of Mendelssohn), the warm air laden with th? Boent of narcissus, the shade J yellow light, the faint odor of tea any of these things would In after years bring back the who-le scene to my mind, and I saw the bright-eyed child In her whit pinafore capering with Impish smile3 of g ee, while the terrier pup yapped and ruvied at her flying feet, and that falr-haircd lady laughed over her knitting at the couple. The child ended in a shriek of exhausted mirth and flung herself upon the couch, and the music grew softer and died away, and presently changed Into Chopin's Funeral March. "Some have no wedding march In their lives," said he. With a queer look, as he got up from the piano, and ny little daughter laughed gayly at this old grimace. I think my children lived him. but always met his sallies with laughter, as indeed all the world did that knew nothing of Uie his.ory of the little round-faced music master. But I ever felt that in ome unexplained way hi l.f was wrpeked. In my houe he was always welcome, and in playing with my innocent young ones I think he f-und s -me of that happy home life he had so sidly missed. All that winter he had been somewhat ailing, but, as so often happens. It wa not till spring came that he borin to look very thin and warn. My wife persuaded him on a Sunday in May, f..r the first time since that illness of hir.. not to tike his place in the choir. But hs accompanied us to church in the afternoon, and sat beside her in the pew. Joining In the chant In a th'.n swe-t voice. There wu a strange oppr.id m in the alt that day, and the clouds were so dark and heavy that th cathedral was lighted as If for an evening service, although the day were long and light. The conflicting shidws and wavering lights gvvs to that beautiful plae- a solemn, unearthly ltk neither of night nor diy, the dim illumlnitUn scarce seeming to proceed" from elth-N of its vl.!bl sources. It was a pretty colncldenc;-that at the very lnstin f. the reader cam to tic words, "Lighten our. -darkneV a flood of sunlight burst of a sudden through the great rose-window, the tipers srrmcd to burn dim and the gloom diolvs Ilk a noxious vapor. My wlfs nudged ne, and ws looked at our companion. lie face was hid in his knotted htnds, Mid full upon, them and his bald head fell that shifting radlince that to my poetic chlldlsll vision had aeemed to myMTbus a symbol of unspeakable things. His llttlj bent figure was bathed In warm rainbow hues; Its homeliness was forgotten, and Toby was tranafigured. I fincled ht

started slightly as tic wrds of the antrum w-r? read, and hta we all stood up - rennined upon a'.s ko. "Do you rernembs-r tlrls'.' whispered my wife, and to be sure It was ;he very Mine we had the Sunday of our ltrotht. tr.e list solo 'i'Oiy e-r sar.tr. I my wife's i'.ear hand li'.l t.ic-e i. ii.p.rs iid away: ti.d even t.c.iTi Ly -ti.l knelt b.si.c u-. "Look, r,-.i: Toby is asleep!" whispered n:y little ghi. and at that b .th i.c i-hll.iren 'oeg-iii to l;.;o;'i. I lean-d over and t-oueiid his should -r to .-rouse itlni. a little fearful less lie mit-hi be ill. Tic itcht up -.i him s.eu.e f.1 iously. I ic h.ng very i.-.r oi ." :.ls shabby coat to i; .1 !. Tol v was d'M i. P. Toby! p,:;-e .-. '.l! His eft 11' 1 with olio. T.c non.'--,v lit; h t falls up n 2.1s sr i v of s.n.ry a t". : r-.. ns, tt't'.iir.g tho white J! o .vers tiiat my or.i!Jlren ley u j -. in It to a psy .? plowing liu --:. So bi .ictlf'd ar.d transparent, ir.ethir.ks. were the stains th.u in tl,i w-tM 1 Ml upon toe 1. -re. :.-r ..f my dear cid friend. Ma . -in 111 a n's Mit i, ;:c.

SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON. la-moa I. Foiirtti 'leaner, interna tlotsnl Scrtcii. t'ct. 7 1. After His im t tin : with the w.-nvui of Sa marl I. nnl His tarry. i ;)i-r- for t". da j s He went on to Cana. v. re lid i" .1 wrought His frst mira le and from tl -e lu lled the i .bi-eiium's .n at ' : ernaum with. ,ut going p.- if hi:n. Aft- ; r ill it He went to Nazareth, wlu-re He it.1.. I b. en broucht up, and tl:-re we finl Him in today's h -.- -n. We- b- ti.-e thrtt it. w.-ts His custom to att..r.d the syna-ir-.'T'je on the Sabbath day, ru.d it could not I1 because of the nil u.i I . ; y of the s rvi c- or . T ihe worship, is. n.s is evident fi oM e: - Hi; tut. wii tb-ver they were, Ii-- c uld wui-hip in spin: ani in truth. 17. In th- synatr -g-J" w-.rjd-.'p .f t-day th re ,:re always s- i-m: wb : ik-- pirt in c :::i-ee;..,i wiih t.:e rci 1. of ihe Scripti: .-..-. and He on that si :i was a.k- d to take part in the r- s iii-.g. He e;:lt- r .'!. -ted what we call 'tic sixtyits: chapter of is.-.iah. or cl.-c that wad t!: p Tti :i f..r tic I ty. 1. Apirt from the Spirit who wrote the 1, -k. th'-re no p s--bri:-y of tinders'.. m; dir. g it or of pro.-: a;:n::tg it with p -r. C.'si der John xvi, 1"; Acts 1, 8: I '.lite xxiv. 4 .and h-.y it t heart. If we arc !lll. d with tic S; trit arid the v.vr 1, we will hav- g..o.l !it:gs for tha p "or. health f r the broken-hearted, deliverance and liberty fir tic opiTeiSel. and te.e wounded bv sat in, and sight fur the blind. tl'. We will when con tr-del by ths Sp.rlt shew forth or be t- llir-g God's salvat: n from day to uay IPs. x--vl, -) and in ik- manifest that it is still the a -: tb'.e ye r of the Ioril. tic day of silva'i.n, the h.o-jr wh- n the dM 1 hear ;: v 'Ice ef the S a ef ani they that hear live (II r. vi. 2: J hn v. ".". Having elosM trie 1 k. 11 wve It : t!.e mlnisN r an 1 .at down, an I all hi ;:i syivair. .irua fastenel their c-s upon li: n. This may have be.-n tie first tima tr. y had ever h-trd H.::i read the Scripta- . Think of Got. manifest in th 11-s'.j. r.sa ling to m u H wn worl. H w mid surely read distinctly ani give tha so. ,-- and mus them to understand tha reeling cNeh. viü. M. If you turn to I--a. lxi, you will see that He stopped la th. mibile of a Fcnter.ce. H- di 1 not real ".Mil the day of vengeance of our G 1." f er that day a s n vet come. Tha're is already an, irxfrval of ov..r l.M)'J years between the two clauses of that sentence. He knew hew to divide the word of truth. 21. He began to talk to them by saying, "This day is this Scripture fulfilled ii your ears." r in other worls He meant: "I who speak to you am the p'rsm to wh :n th- Spirit thr uch Isaiah hai reference. I ani the friend of the por, the healer of broken hearts, the op. r.rr of blind eves. I a:n life for all who will." 22. They Wor.Ierc! as th y h-arl His gracious word nd for a moment sermei t doubt their eyes as they listened to I Ilm, but recovering themselves thoy said, "I not this Joseph's son?" The inference would be. How can t'he carpe-rrter's son whom we all know dare to Appropriate such words to Himself? Is He beeila Himself? 23. They had proKaV.ly heard of the miracle of the wine at C.ina and of th healing of the nobleman's son at Capernaum and thought. Why does He not heal some of the sick ones here In His own town and maks some or our blind to see, then wo might believe Him? When M.ses was sent to deliver Israel, he was commissioned and empowered b work miracles as evidences that he was sent of God, and they niifiht on that ground ask for a s:tm. but the Lord knows all men and does not cast pearls Ire fore swine. 24. nie words of this versa may not seem to some as a very in.p.rtsnt statement, but Furly every word of God is important, and special attentlen U denuended by the sayings which are prefixed by Ills "Verily I Fay unto you.which Is equivalent to the "Thus palth the Lord" of the Crld testament. He came unto His own. and His own received Him not, even His own brethren did pot i'or a time believe in Him. "... See how the Lord Indorses the story of the famine in the days of Klijah. and the no jiia for three ye-rs and six months. He never discounted a wo;d of scripture icr oke slightingly of a single incident. He beiieved and referred to the record of the deluge, the destruction of Sodom. Jonah In the belly of the fisU. Dot -wife becoming a pillar of salt, etc. How unlike Him are many today wh) bear His name and profess to bo His friends. How dreadful if He Fhall say to them: "Depart from Me. I never knew ycu." L'C. He states' the fact that Illijah was sent to r widow of Si. ion and not to any widow in Israel, leaving us to infer that it was for the same reason that 1c did no great works in Nazareth. How full of unbelief the land must have been, for that is the great hindrance to the manifesting of His power. His word. In dark days are, "1C not afraid; only b -'leve." "If thou would believe, thou shou'.Jn bthe glory of Gcd." Consider the dark setting of these gems. 27. The story of Naaman and his healing is here indorsed, which includes all its connections, the Jordan, etc. But why no lepers in Isr.tfd h-aled? See If the answer may be found in Math. vli1, P). In connection with La. 1, 3, 4. Oh, wretched unbelief! 25. They evidently applied the sermon correctly; they took it to heart, but n t with tr.eekr.es nor profit. There was no broke nn ess of spirit; no welcome for tha light. It only offended and ar.gervd them. The wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God. and these men knowing not the only rlirht ousness that avalleth anything were sking to establish their own righteousness (Jas. 1, 20 Pwom. x. I). ra. Suiely 'they knew not what they did. a th.-y n d only ti.ri.od t!.-ir ba -ks upon their only hope, but a-tuiUy turned Him out of their city and sought to kill Him. Ere lie left His dlsciph-s He told them that tiny must expect the .'atiie treatment, saying, "They shall pat you out of the synagogue; yea, the time comet h that whe-socver klüeth you will th'nk that he d cth God service (John xvi. 2). How can the hunch ex-p-vi the conversion of tic worll In this rge when1 the Lord Himself has po plainly foretold Its main features till the harvest ? ". The tine bed not come f -r Him to lay down H's llf. po by a nv re shadow of His power He payel from their hands. We do well to remember thst wlcn the appoint' d time did come Ht laid down Ills lift volur.tarlly. No human power took 1t from Him Mohn x, 17, Pt. The Spirit draws those who hear of Him, but we must be willing to be drawn and voluntarily come to Him and then yield our whole belct for HU service. V Shall See. Will the tariff help us out? We shall se! .Will It p.ve us nape f.vr doubt? ' We shall sv! Will the racki ng pullets liy Anv mere fine eviis a d.av? "Will we have r Uds to pay? We shall see! Atlanta Conuiitutlon.