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(Csffric* by A. nr EcHo** Neewsr Ce] CHAPTER XXV.—Continued. Let us follow Lathrop; be was men familiar with the surroundings than v were the men from Wilmington, and. in I the ibA” 1 ” might, easily evade them, 1 tot he sped away with the speed of the wind, never for a moment giving a thought to where he was going; straight through the grove, over the ridge, and down to the rice field’s edge. He struck the rice fields, where one of the banks that divided them extended from the upland to the main dyke cn the river front, and down this bank he darted, straight for the river, but he had not got more than 300 yards down the bank before he ran into the arms of a stalwart figure approaching from the opposite direction. “Hey! What have we hire?” said the man who held Lathrop with a grip not to be shaken off; “stand on the other side. Bill, and flash your light.” A man passed Lathrop and his captors, and removed the cap f riom a bull’s eye lantern, and threw the light on La--1 throp’s face. ! ft was the face of one whose features were stamped with insanity. He was bareheaded, the blood was trickling from his forehead, lips and nose, which showed that he had come in contact with many trees in his flight His elegantwedding suit was torn and splashed with mud, but he was recognized, “My God, Bill, it’s Herbert Lathrop, the man we’re after. We will return. Murderer! do you know who has you now? Black Beard!” Not a word feH from the HpsofJHerbert, as hi was hurried along in the direction of the river. When they arrived there they tumbled him into a boat in which already sat four men. “Now/if Hendricks and Bullion were here, we’d be off,” said Black Beard. “I'm sorry now I sent them up the other hank. I told them to go hut half way, halt at a cross flood gate, and there remain until summoned. Throw high your light, Bill, for a minute; they expect the signal from the other way, but . they may see it." ft, Bill fastened the bull’dfcye to the oar, removed the cap and held it aloft. “There, that will do; they should have seen that." While these events were transpiring, the two officers had by chance struck ths very bank on which Hendricks and Bullion were stationed, and as they passed noiselessly on towards the river suddenly they saw the light of a matqfc not thirty feet ahead of them. Hendricks had struck it to light hia pipe./ “Easy, mate, easy," whispered one of them. They crawled down on the edge of the bank, and got up opposite them, almost within reach, and lay quiet. “This is our last adwenture, Bullion,” said Hendricks. “If Black Beard gets that fellow Lathrop, as he’s after, we leave these diggins’ forehever.” “I ain’t sorry,” said Bullion; “it’s time. To tell you the truth, Hendricks, this piratin’ is mighty bad business. It’s so risky, when we get our part of the ‘dough/ I’m in it for quits oa piratin', I am,” “We’ll git that before we sail. Every L man will have his share. Black Beard’s P square to his men.” “He is that, but I hope he’ll quit the life. He’s too good a man to stretch hemp. Who but him could have managed that Washington job ?” “Blest if it ain’t time we had a signal. *f we’re goin’ -to have one. You bide nere, Bullion, and I’ll drop back to the boat,and see if they haven’t come back/’ The officers heard Hendricks walk away toward the river. They-gave him fully five minutes, at the end of which time Bullion felt the cold muzzles of two pistols pressed suddenly against his head. “A move and you’re a dead man.” A moment more and he was disarmed, handcuffed and marched hurfiedly to* wards the uplands. When Hendricks returned to the floodgate Bullion was not there. “What has become of Bullion?" he thought. He called his name several times, but no answer. He flashed his lantern in several directions, but could see no one. He searched the ground. It appeared as though more than one person had last been over it, and on the k other side of the bank the long grass ■ looked as though someone had crawled through it. He waited until he saw the light flashed from the lantern of Bill Gibbs, wbish was suspended in the air by the oar, and returned to the boat, where he found the captain with Gibbs and Lathrop seated. “I’m here, captain, but I can’t find Bullion." “Can’t find Bullion? What’s become of him?” “I left h;m at the floodgate and came hack 'ere to see ’afin’t you returned, and when I got back be was gone. From the walk and the grass there, it looks liks ethers had been along there.” “Hardly,” said Black Beard, "if anyone had, Bullion would have stepped into the rice field.” “That he would,” said Plunkett “It’s faint-hearted is Bulltoo." “We will wait ten miautes for him, and if he don't come he’ll have to tough H out and walk around the beach and signal ns to-morrow night He’s not a nun to desert and leave his fold be*'”hind.” “No fear of him desertin',” said Headricks. Herbert Lathrop sat there where be' bad hern-placed, and bis only words were: “Let’s go! Fly. Black Beard! Tbey*H bang you. 1 thought you was Angus Bruce, but you ain't; I’m glad I of that Pm going with yon, for they're after me. The dead have come to life.

to condemn am. Anal Mag betrayed me, aid I shat her down in the chapel. Uncle John. IJdllsd him with a knife. Fannie and Clara know It now. Let's |o! Let’s go! II be a pirate now, and then I may forget” “Silence, man!” said the captain. “I did not expect a willing prisoner, but 1 have one, it seems.” “Why, he's Crazy as a March ham, captain.” ;; • “Either crazy, or playing off, Cobb. If I was sure he was crazy, I would leave him behind, for to be insane is punishment enough. There’s something amiss. Officers after him; can they have found out that he killed John Loyd? Well, we’ll take him along, and see wbat bis condition is afterwards. Bend to your oars, men, and away for the island. This is onr last trip up the Cape Fear.” The sturdy seamen bent to the oars, and with the captain at the helm, the boat glided rapidly down the river. But one there was aboard who was deetinedrto never reach the island, for they were yet three miles away, and crossing the inlet, when Herbert, who had been constantly muttering and talking to himself, suddenly startled Black Beard by exclaiming: “Look there! On the water! Walking this way} My uncle! He’s coming! coming! See the sheath knife in his breast! and blood! blood every where! Mag! Mag! you betrayed me! Help! help!" and before anyone could drop their oars to prevent, Herbert leaped from the boat and sank beneath the waters of the inlet. Black Beard turned the boat hack, and they caught one glimpse of a white, upturned face, but ere they could reach it it disappeared forever, and the boat of the pirate crew sped on. “He has paid his debts,” mid Black Beard, “and no man cun do more." But to return to Orton. When Carr and Briggs reached the chapel with Bullion they found the Kendall carriagfc rttll in fTont of the door, and a number of negroes standing around the chattel's front. They entered the door. Nearly everyone had departed, but well in front, beside a pew, stood Hugh Gordon and Tom* Hill. , The officers, with Bullion between them, advanced to them. In the pew lay a stiffening form, and their gaze fell on the fcoden countenance of the murdered quadroon. “Faithful soul,” said Gordon, “hut for her delaying the marriage we had

•• Zt’ffi Hffirbffirt Xafrthrofa tb# mun wt'if •ftar,*’ been too Into to prevent it. Let ua place her in the carriage, that ahe may be carried to Kendall.” The next morning theofficers conveyed Bullion to Wilmington, where he waa informed that only by leading the way to the rendezvous of Black Beard could he save his life, and in that event he was promised pardon for paat offences and a goodly share of the plunder captured. Life is dear to all men; it was dear to Bullion. Besides, he argued: “If I lead them there. Black Beard and the crew will vanquish them, and I will strike hard blow* to pay them back for making me turn traitori* To save his life he yielded, and promtoed to lead fbeih to the pirate’s stronghold. CHAPTER XXVI. WITH A CUT or TBICMPH BOW LEGOS FELL FOBWABD INTO THE VEST WOUTII OF THE MAGAZINE. On the night of the 11th, a* Black Beard a*d his men were seated around the festive board, he remarked: “This, men, is our tost night on the Carolina coast. To-toorrow we will make a division of the spoils, stow all aboard the schooner And call for some point agreed on, where we will scuttle and sink fae craft and scatter. Each man will have wealth enough to live like a prince. I hope Bullion may return in time.” “Wbat about the magazine?” asked Gibb*. '* “Well carry a goodly quantity of the powder and ball. We must have a good night’s sleep, as this to the last one we spend on the island.” At midnight all waa silent in the cabin, and then it was that the revenue boat, Mervine, landed 40 men, among whom were Carr and Briggs. Bullion led the way with the two officers on either side, men they got around to the estuary and down tb: ledge where the schooner toy, there was not s man of the 40, from Cspt. Brooks, of toe Mervine, down to the oook, but that expected to return to Wilmington with untold wealth. Every man was armed to the teeth, and when Bullion gave three sharp blasts from bis whistle at toe entrance of the patera, every man was right behind him. . The door swung bock, and all rushed forward, but noiselemly. They passed the second door and stood in a dimly lighted cavern. There was a smouldering fire burning at the upper end of the cave, and they could see many forma of men lying about In different attitudes, but they had little time to observe, lot suddenly Cobb, who had admitted them, cried: "Awake. Black Beard! Awake!" Aa he cried out, he find hia wcapoa.

uni Briggs fell. Bullion seised a outlass sod the skull of Officer Carr was cleft in twain. By this time every pirate waaoa hia feet, fighting for life, and the cavern echoed the reports, as volley after volley was fired by either aide. Bullion was wielding the entlaas as though in no other way could he redeem hia honor for having betrayed his comrades.. He bad already stricken down two men, when he himself fell. The giant frame of Black Beard, aa he dashed into the thickest of the fray carried consternation with it: "Fight, men! you’re fighting for your lives!" One-eyed Bill was fighting like a demon; bareheaded, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his voice rang through the cavern, as his cutlass fell •—“Down with them! Down with them!” But the pirates were too greatly outnumbered, and it became apparent that eventually they must be annihilated. Cobb, Hendricks, Plunkett and many others had already fallen, and now sill Gibbs hod struck his last blow, and fell with a groan, aa a ball from the weapon in the hands of the revenue captain pierced his breast. The captain fell in turn, his head leaping from his shoulders, aa the blade of Black Beard’s cutlass severed it from his body. “Strike, men! Strike for your live*! these dastards come for money, give them death.” Bow Leggs, with an immense weapon, was following in the wakp of Black Beard, and more than one marine lay on the damp floor of the cavern, a victim to this ungainly black, whose life tour months befote Black Beard had saved; but now the red blood ws* coursing down his limbs from many wounds. At this moment Black Beard fell, pierced by half a dozen musket halls at once. He gave one cry as he fell to the rocky floor of the cavern: “The maga7ine! Bow Leggs! Flro the magazine!” And Bow Leggs, bleeding from.every pore, reeled to the fireplace, and seised n burning brand. A number sprang forward to intercept him, while others endeavored to rush from the cave. The doors were closed, they could neither tell where they were, nor hoar to open them. As Bow Leggs seized the brand, he made a rush for the magazine, which was a recess at one side of the cave, about midway between the entrance and the, fireplace. A dozen pistols anfl muskets were aimed at the fearful black, and twice he fell, but struggled to his feet again, and finally, with a cry of triumph, fell forward into the very moutltaef the magazine. There was one cry from every marina there; then a deafening roar that shook the island from center to circumference, and sealed the fate of all. The "solid rocky surface of the care wss raised into the air, then sank, burying beneath, officers, pirates and ma- ■ rines; — Not a living man or the vestige of a dead one remained to tell the tale. There was no longer a cave in existence on Smith’s island, and no longer did the rocky, uneven surface present to view huge bowlders and shelving rocks to be clambered over by the island's goats. One mighty rock had fallen into the estuary, bearing down beneath It the Clara Belle, while the revenue boat bad broken her moorings, ag a result of the shock, and drifted out to sea. When the sun arose, she lay in tbs trough some pine miles out from the inlet. Huge waves were dashing over her, and when an inbound steamer that had observed her and was hastening forward tor the purpose of rescuing any who'might be in peril wasyetsome distance from her, she sunk from sight, and it haa ever been supposed, that the two boats engaged in an encounter, in which both, a ith their crews, were sent to the bottom. CHAPTER XXVIL “IT IS NOT ANGUS BRUCE, THE PILOT, WHO SPEAKS TO YOU NOW." The shock of the revelations of the night of October 10 wss a severe one to Fannie and Clara Hill. Fannie had been completely prostrated ever since, and the wedding trip had been abandoned. Clara had borne, up much better, for with her there was a sense of thankfulness that the ceremony had not been performed which would have made her the wife of Lathrop; and a far greater one, that Angus Bruce was neither Black Beard nor the murderer of John Loyd. As to Lathrop; there was an uncertainty as to w hat bad become of him. Carr and Briggs had stated that Hendricks, before be left Bullion at the floodgate, had said “that if Black Beard got that fellow, Lathrop, be would leave the coast," Thus they thought that for some reason he was after him, but what that reason could be they could not conceive, as It was now known to a certainty that Angus whs not tbs dreaded Black Beard. Bullion, be It remembered, was not swore that Luthrop bad fallen into ths bands of his captain, w 4 consequently, without any certain information, the search for him was kept up for a month. At ths end of which time, ail cams to the conclusion that be had (itber committed suicide, in some unknown locality, or that be had epcountered tbs pirates when bo fled from the chapel, find bad been carried •way by them. . ITG JU G> TISU'ZP-I Freer. - - "Jink let is In love,” remarked a young man. * 1 “How do yon know?” "Fve seen him out bicycle riding four times with the same girl." "That doesn’t prove that he is in loro wttbber.” ~ “Xo. But they wet* on a tandem, and she weighs at least M 0 pounds.*— Washington Star.

TALMAGE’S SERMON. ■- •‘f- "try.} ’ !' *- a •>:• *..< What tha OiwUsed World Owna to Oroooo. CkiMuitr Largely IsMUd So HsUos—goal's Acknowledgment -Philologloot. Architectural. Art end Othtf Obligations. Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage delivered the following sermon of present worldwide interest before his Washington congregation, taking for hia text: I am debtor both to ths Qfssks and to tbs barbarians—Romans L, It At this time, when that behemoth of abominations, Mohammedanism, after having gorged itself on the borcosscsof 100,000 Armenians, is trying to put its paws upon one of the fairest of all nations, that of the Greeks, I preach this sermon of sympathy and protest, for every intelligent person on this aide of the sea, as well as the oilier side, like Paul, who wrote the texv, Is debtor to the Greeks. The present crisis is emphasized by the guns of the aHied powers of Europe, ready to be unllmtorefi against the Hellenes, and 1 am asked to speak out. Paul, with a master intellect of the ages, sgt in brilliant Corinth, the great Acro-Corinthus fortress frowning from the height of IAM feet, and in the house of Gaius, where he was a guest, a big pile of money near him, which he was taking to Jerusalem for the poor. In this letter to the Romans, whiqh Chrysostom . admired so much that he had it read to him twioe a week, Paul practically says: “I, the aspostle, am bankrupt. 1 owe what I can not pay, but 1 will pay as large a percentage at.l lean. Jjt„ is an obligation for whattfreek literature and Greek sculpture and Greek architecture and Greek prowess have done for me. 1 will pay all I can in installments of evangelism, lorn insolvent to the Greeks.” Hellas, as the (nlmhttamt* nail it- fir ticwoc. ss. Mrs call it, is insignificant in sloe, about a third as large as the state of New York; but what it lacks lu breadth it makes up in height, with its mountains Cylene, and Eta, and Taygetus, and Tymphresttu, each over 7,000 feet in elevation, and its Parnassus, over 8,000. Just the country for mighty men to be born in, for in all lands the most at the intellectual and moral giants were not born on the plain, but had tor cradle the valley between two mountajna. That country, no part of which la more than 40 miles from the sea, haa made its impress upon the world, as no other nation, and it to-day holds a first mortgage of- obligation upon all civilized people. While we must leave to atateamanship and diplomacy the settlement of the intricate queations which now involve all Europe, and iudireutly all nations, it is time for all churches, all schools, all universities, all arts, all literatures to sound out In the most emphatic way the declaration: ”1 am debtor to the Greeks," In the first place, we owe to their language our New Testament Alt of It was first written in Greek, except the Book of Matthew, and that written in the Aramean language, was soon put into Greek by our Havlour's brother, James. To the Greek language we owe the best sermon ever preached, the best letters ever written, the best visions ever kindled. All the parables in Greek. All the miracles in Greek. The sermon on the mount in Greek. The story of Bethlehem and Golgotha and Olivet and Jordan hanks and Galilean beaches am< I’aullu# embarkation and Pentecostal tongues and seven trumpets that soßh<led over Patinos, have come to the world in liquid, symmetric, picturesque, philosophic. unrivaled Greek, Instead of the gibberish language in which many of the nations of the carta at that time jabbered. Who can forget it and who can exaggerate its thrilling importance, that Christ anil Heaven were introduced to us In the language of the Greeks? the language In which Homer had sung and Sophocles dramatized and Plato dialogued and Socrates discoursed and Lvcurgus legislated and Demosthenes thundred his oration on "The Crown?” Everlasting thanks to Grid that the waters of life were not handed to the world in the unwashed cup of corrupt languages from which nations had been drinking, but in the clean,' bright, golden-lipped, emerald-handled chalice of the Hellene*. Leirned Cnrtlus wrote a whole volume about the Greek verb. Philologists century after century have beet, measuring, the symmetry of thst language, laden with elegy and philippic, drama and comedy, Odyssey and Iliad; but the grandest thing that Greek language ever accomplished was to give to the world the benediction, the comfort, the irradiutlon, the salvation of the Gospel of the Son of God. For that we ant debtors to the Greeks, And while speaking of our philological obligation, let u>c call your attention to the fact that many of the intellectual and moral and theological leaders of the sgea got much of their discipline and effectiveness from Greek literature. It is popular to scoff at the dead languages, but to per dent, of the world's intellectuality would have been taken off if, through learned in sti tut tons, onr young men had not, under competent professors, been drilled in Greek masterpiece*. Jlesiod’s “Week’s and Days,” or the enloginta by Simonides of the slain in war, dr Pindar's “tides of Victory,” or the “Iteeoilecttons of Socrates." or “The Art of Words.” Iyr Corax, ■ or Xenophon’s "Anabasis." From the Greeks the world learned how to make history. Had there been no Herodotus sod Thucydides, there wonid have been no Macaulay or Bancroft- Had there been no Sophocles in tragedy, there would, have been no Shakespeare. ' Had there been no Homer, there would have been no Milton; The modern wlta. who are now or have been oat on the divine mission of msJfug the world laugh at the right time, can be traced back to Aristophanes, the Athenian, and many of the Jocosities that, arc now taken as new had their suggestion* years ago in the to comedies of that master of merriment. Grecian mythology has

been the richest mine! from which orators and essayists have drawn their illustrations and painters the themes ■for their oemvas, and although now -ah exhausted mine. Grecian mythology has done a work that nothing' else oould ( have aoooaapllshed; Boreas, represent-1 log the north wind; Sisyphus, rolling the stone up the hill, only to have the same thing to do over again; Tantalus, with fruits shove him that he oould not reach; Achillea, with his arrows; Icarus, with his Waxen wings, flying'too near the sun; the Centaurs, half man and half beast; Orpheus, with his lyre; Atlas, with the world on his back, nil these and more have helped literature, from the graduate’s speech on commencement day to Rufus Goate’a eulogium on Daniel Webster at Dartmouth. Tragedy and comedy were born in the festivals of. Dionysius at Athena. The lyric and elegiae and spic pofctTy plGreeeo 500 yearn before Christ has Ini echoes in tike Tennyson#. Longfellows, and Hryantsof 100 and 1000 years after Christ There Is not an effective pulpit or editorial chair or professor's room or cultured parlor or Intelligent farm house to-day in America or Europe that could oot appropriately employ Paul’s ejaculation and any: “I am debtor to the Greeks.” The fact is this, Paul had got much of hit oratorical power of expression from the Greeks. That he hod studied their literature was evident, when standing in the presence of an nudienoe of Greek achhlars on Mars’ hill, which overlooks Athens, he dared to quote" 1 from one of their own Greek poets, either Cloanthus or Aratus, declaring: “As certain also of your own poets have Mid, ‘for we are also Uia offspring.'” And h* made'accurate quotation, Clcanthus, one of the poets, having written: For wo Thine ofluprloz am All UiUur* that creep Are but the coho of the voice Divine And Aratus, one of their own poets, had written: Dothwtre^p^lMt^ls lotwHmr (Unger night. It was rather a risky thing tor I*aul to attempt to quota extemporaneously from n poem In a language foreign to his, and before Greek scholars, but Paul did It without stammering, and then acknowledged before the moat distinguished audience on the planet his Indebetness to the Greeks, crying out In his oration: “As one of your own poets has said.” Furthermore, all the civilised world, like Paul, Is iudebted to the Greeks for architecture. The world before the time of the Greeks had built monoliths, obelisks, cromlechs, sphinxes and pyramids, but they were mostly monumental to the dead whom they failed to memorialise. We are not oertaln even of the names of those In whose commemoration the iwramtds were built, llut Greek arehtture did most for the living, Ignoring Egyptian precedents, and borrowing nothing from other ifatlons, Greek architecture carved ito own columns, seta Its own pedlmebU, adjusted its own entablatures, rounded Its own moldings, and carried out as never before the three qualities of right building, called by an old author “flrmltas, utllitas, venustuM," namely, firmness, usefulness, beauty. Although the Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens Is only a wreck of the storms and earthquakes and bombardments of many centuries, and although Lord Elgin took from one slue of that building, at-SU expense of #*oo,ooo, two ship loads of sculpture. one ship load* going down in the Mediterranean and the other ship load now to.be found in the British museum, tjbe Parthenon, though in comparative rota*. h* been an Inspiration to all” architects for centuries past, and will be an inspiration all the time from now until the world Itself la a temple ruin. Oh, that Parthenon! One never gets over hsving once seen It But whst must It have been when it stood os its architects, ikitnos and KUHkrato*. built It out of Pen tel nan marble, white as Mount Blanc at noonday, and as overwhelming? Height above height. Overtopping the august and majestic pile, and rising from Its root wss a status of Palls* I’romaehusln bronze, so tall and flashing that sailors far out at sea boheld the plume of her helmet. Withoutthe sid of the Eternal God It never would have l*>en planned, and without the aid of (Jod the chisels and trowels never could have constructed lb There Is not a fine church building in all the world, or a proper!y-on-structed courthouse, or a beautiful art gallery, or an appropriate auditorium, or a tasteful home, which, because of that Parthenon, whether its style or some other style ) adopted, is not directly or Indirectly n debtor to ths Greeks, But there is Mother art In my mind the most faeinstlng, elevating end Inspiring of all arts, sod the nearest to ths divine—for which nil tbs world owes a debt to the Hellenes that will never bo paid, 1 mean sculpture. At least AM years I*-fore Christ the Greeks perpetuated human face and form in terracotta and marble. Wbat a blessing to the humao family that men and women, mightily useful, who could live only within a century may be perpetuated for five or six or tan centuries. Mow 1 wish that some sculptor, contemporaneous with Christ, oould have put His matchless form in marble! But for sesry grand •nAeqnisito statue of Martin Luther, of John Knox, of William Penn, of THtane* Chalmers, of Wellington, of Lafayette, of any of the great statesmen or emancipators or conquerors who adorn your porks or fill the niches of your academies, yon are debtors to the Greek*. They covered the Aero* polls, they glorified the tempi**, U*y adorned the owmetortes with statues, some la cedar, soma fa ivory, name hi Mirer, some fa gold, some is six* ditalnutlve and some in else colossal, Tboak* to Phidias, who worked In atooe; to Ctearehas, who worked in bronze; to Death*, who worked in gold, and to alt ancient chi**.* of commemoration! Do yon not realise that for amay of the Woodersof sculpture we arc indebted to ttwrOflMßf ” '— Fen! Tor the science of medicine, the great art of healing, we mast thank the Greeks ■ There in the immortal ■./ '■ -'■* - ■ ■

flaaalr a. IlinnAewt** n vtrtwK doctor* mppocriwi, woo nrw wgjg health to come in. He Arat set forth the Importance of cleanliness and sleep, making the patient before treatI raent to be washed and take slumber |on the bide of a sacrificed beast He first discovered the importaaoe of thorough prognosis and diagnosis- Ho formulated the fsmons oath of Hippocrates which is taken by physicians of our day. He emancipated medicine from superstition, empiricism and priestcraft He waa the father of all the infirmaries, hoepltala and medical colleges of the last 38 centuries. Ancient medicament nod surgery had before that been anatomical *4 physiological assault and battery, and long after the time of Hippocrates the Greek doctor, whore his theories were not known, the Bible speaks of fatal mediae tfealraent,"when if says: "In his disease he sought not to the Lord, but to the physicians, and Asa slept with his fathers.” And wo read In the New Testament of the poor woman who had been treated by Incompetent doctors who* asked large large fees, where It says: “She had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she hod, and waa nothing bettor, but rather grew worse.” For our glorious science of medicine snd surgery, more- sublime than astronomy, for we have more to do with disease than with the stare; more beautiful than botany, for bloom of health In the cheek of wife and child is worth more to us than all the roses of the garden—for this grandest of all sciences, the science of healing, every pillow of recovered Invalid, every ward of American and European hospital may well cry out: “Thank God * for old Dr, Hippocrates! 1, like Paul, am Indebted to the Greeks."

Furthermore, all the world la obligated to Hellas more than It can ever pay for its heroics in the eauae of liberty and right. United Europe today had not better think that the Greeks will not fight There may be falling* back and vacillations and temporary defeat but If Greece la right all Europe cannot put her down. The other nations, before they open the portholes of their mcn-of-war against that smalt kingdom, bod better read of the battle of Merathou, where 10,000 Athenians, led on by Mlltlads, triumphed over 100,000 of their enemies. At that time in Ufoek council of war five generals were for beginning the battle and five against it. CaUlinaehua, presided at the council of war, hod the deciding vote, and MUUodes addressed him, say* big: . __ - “It now rests with yon, OaO (roachus, either to enslave Athena, or by insuring her freedom, to win yourself an Immortality of fame, for never since the Athenians were a people were they in such danger a* they are In at tills m<*incut. If they Ikjw the knee to these Medea, they are to be given np to Hippies, and you know what they will then have to suffer; but If Athena comes victorious out of this contest, she ha* It In her power "to become the first city of (Irecce. Your vote la to daeld* whether we or* to join in battle or not. If we do not .bring on battle presently, some faction* intrigue will disunite the Athenians, and the city will lie betrayed to tile Medea, but if we fight before there la anything rotten In the state of Athena, 1 believe that, provided the gods will give fair field and no favor, we ore able to get the best of it in the engagement.” But now come* the pmetleal question. How can wo pay that debt, or a a part of it? For we can not pay room that ten per twuL of that debt in whleh Paul acknowledged himself a bankrupt. By praying Almighty God that lie will help Greece ip it* present with Mohammedanism ami the concerted empires of Europe. 1 know her queen, a noble, Christian woman, her sane the throne of all heuefieene* and loveliness, her life an example of noble wifehood and motherhood. God help those palace* In these day* of wful exigency! Our American senate did well the other day, wlicn. lti that capital building wTiich owes to Greece It* columnar Impressiveness. they passed a hearty resolution of sympathy for that nation. Would that ail who have potent word* that can he heard In Europe would utter them now. when they are so much needed! Lei ns repeat to them hi English what they centuries ago declared to the woridtu Greek: ”Blessed am those who are persecuted for righteousuese* sake, for their* ia ft* kingdom of Heaven,” Then If your Illustration of ChrUt’e eelf-socHfiee, drawn from some scene of Unlay, and yonr story of what Christ ha* <toue for you doe* not quite fetch him into the right way, inet say to him: “Profemor—Doctor -Judge! Why was It that Pan! declared > waa a debtor to the Greeks?” And sk your learned friend to take hi* Greek Testament and translate for yon. In hi* own way, from Green into English, the splendid peroration of Paul's sermon on Malr* hill, under the power of which the scholarly Dionysius surrendered, namely: “The times of this Ignorance Gis) winked at; but nOw commandeth all men everywhere to repent; because He bath appointed a day in which He wilt judge the world in right*on*nese, by that man whom H hath ordained; whereof ll* hath given assurance unto ail men, ha thfit It* hath raised from the dead.” By the Urn* he ha* got through the translation from the Greek i think yon will see hie lip tremble and there will he a pallor on Hia far* like the pallor on Mm sky at daybreak. Hy the eternal salvation at that scholar, that great thinker, that I splendid man you will have don* some* ! thing to help pay your Indebtedness to I the Greek* And now to God the Fa* the*; God the Son and God the Hedy Ghost, be honor and glory, and dominion and victory and song world | without end, Amen. i The gweple trite esc# deimcd to have found their affinity, ks't,w* rule, took aa | ii taey had hand _ t The men who *n sej t hkt mKz and H't, t*o4* rworried mi tMf *U to* * kept aWfer-JtoaiVlte*