Pike County Democrat, Volume 16, Number 9, Petersburg, Pike County, 9 July 1885 — Page 4

PIKE COUNTY DEMOCRAT. Published Every Thursday. PETERSBURG. - - - IXOlANA. FOR WHAT WE HAVE DONE. Pd and away like the dewitsf the morning. Soaring from earth to Its home in the sun80 let me steal away, gently and lovingly. Only remembered by what I have done. My name and my place and my tomb ail torgotten. The brief race of time well and patiently run; So let me pass away, peacefully, silently. Only remembered by what I have done. Gladly away from this toil would I hasten, ” Up to the crown that for me has been won; Pnthought of by man in rewards or in praises, Only remembered by what I have done. / Pp and away, like the odors of sunset That sweeten the twilight as darkness comes on. So be my life—a thing felt but not noticed. And I be remembered by what I have done. Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshWhen*0)0 flowers that it came from are closed up and gone, 80 would I be to this world’s weary dwellers, Only remembered by what 1 have done.

Needs there the praise of the love-written record, » The name and the epitaph graved on the stone? The things we have lived for, let them bo our story, We ourselves be remembered by what wo have done. I need not be missed, if my life lias been bearing, As summor and autumn moved silently on: The bloom and the fruit and the seed in its season, 1 shall still be remembered by what I have done. 1 need not be missed, if another succeed me. To reap down those fields which in spring I . have sown: He who plowetmtnd who sowed Is not missed by the reaper. He is only remembered by what ho has done. Not myself, but the truth that in .ife 1 have spoken. Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown. Shall pass on to the ages—all about me forgotten. Save the truth X have spoken, the things X hive done. So let my living be, so bo my dying; So let my name ibe, unblasoned, unknown; Unpraised and unmissed, 1 shall be remembered. Yes, but remembered by what I have done. —H. Btmar, in Youth's Companion. [Copyright Secured.. Alt Rights Reserved Driven From Sea to Sea; Or, JUST A CAMPIN’. BY C. C. POST. PUBLISHED BY I>ERMI6SION Or J. E. DOWNEY & CO., X'UBLISHERS,,CHICAGO. CHAPTEK XI.—CoNTINCEi>. It may be, too, that a knowledge that a betrayal of such confidences generally met a punishment as swift as it was severe had a restraining intluence upon those who were by nature bad. Be these things as they may, those who are themselves free from guile ever were, and ever will be, slow to suspect evil of others, and consequently ready to receive ami treat as friends all who have the outward appearance of respectability and goodness. And what company of young ladies ever faded to look with favor, more or less skillfully concealed, upon the entrance into their circle of'a young gentleman whose appearance gave promise that he would at least be an ngrt eable partner for their festivities. And if the gentlemen were at all disposed to be jealous of one whose wealth or knowledge of the world and the ways of polite society might give him an advantage over them in the eyes of their lady-loves, they still could j not act the part of boors and thus themselves prove liis superiority over them. And so An’nelsey's way1 to mingle freely with all was made easy, aiul right i well he improved it. He danced not only with Lucy and Jennie Parsons, but with a dozen others; but ho sought Lucy for a partner oftencst, and when they went for another sail upon the lake he was still at her side, and would have been p’eased to have rowed with her alone, but he was unaccustomed to the use of the oars, besides which he feared that she might refuse him, and so contented himself with keeping as near to her as possible in a boat in which were a half-dozen others. Erastus noticed Annelsey’s evident preference for Lucy, and was ill at ease. Whether it were true or not, he believed that the New Yorker had learned of the picnic and came purposely -to renew his acquaintance with her; and although he did not acknowledge to himself that he loved Lucy other than as a sister, he yet did not like this stcangcr with his stylish clothes, his gold watch and chain, and other evidences of wealth and position, to be crowding in between them; and when he saw., or thought he saw, that Lucy was pleased with the attention shown her by his rival, as he now began to regard him, he became actually jealous, and half * wished that the train which had brought Annelsey from the States had plunged down one of the precipices he was so fond of mentioning as among the dangers he had escaped. Then realizing the awfulness of the thought, he amended it to wishing Annelsey might fall into the water and wet the plush hunting suit which made him so noticeable among his more plainly dressed fellows. “As if we had never seen any grand scenery,” he said, mentally, when Annelsey was describing some of the scenes on the line of the road which he had pa-sed over. And then he tried to make himself believe that Annelsey would not have known that the scenery was grand and wonderful if somebody had not pointed it out to him. Then again he pictured his rival as shrinking back and covering his eyes lest his head be turned at sight of this magnificent scenery—this almost bottomless abyss, upon the edge of which his train wound, by describing which he fancied the New Yorker was seeking to

draw attention to himself. He tried, however, not to show that he objected to Annelsey’s presence, or attention to Lucy. by avoiding her and paying court to Julia j£nnis, the daughter of a neighbor who had lately come among them. Neither was Erastus the only one who was inclined to look upon the stranger as an interloper, for Lucy Parsons was a favorite with the young men of tho neighborhood. Her fresh young face and lively mien, as well as her kindly nature, attracted to her all with whom she came in contact And to-day, dressed all in white except a bit of color at her throat, with her dear complexion rendered more beautiful by the few months of comparative close continement at school, showing yet more plainly in contrast with the other girls, whose cheeks and arms were tanned by exposure to the wind and sun and in the labor of the household, and may be the vineyard, it is no wonder that she attracted univeral homage, and that more than one of the little company wished that Anuelsey would return to the city whence he came and leave them to contend among themselves for the favor of the most beautiful maiden in all the circle of their acquaintance. When the party broke up and the revelers were about to mount their horses for the homeward ride Erastus noticed Annelsey press elose to Luoy and speak to her in a low tone. He also saw Lucy blush, but could only judge from Annelsey s demeanor that Lucy’s words, whatever they were, had not been unpleasant to him. When they were mounted and on*the of starting, some one remarked

to Mr. Annelsey that if he was in tending to return to the mining camp that night he would have to ride late; to which ^e replied that he should camp on the spot where they were and spend, another day, possibly several of them, in fishing and hunting in the vicinity. The homeward ride of the merrymakers was made at such paces as suited the fancy of each. A dozen of the young people only retained each other’s company during the entire distance. The others lagged behind, and then dropped otT into couples, and so rode homcivard over the dusky hills in the twilight—a twilight which was first golden and then purple, gradually changing into darkness not so great as’ to make traveling dangerous or difficult, but dark enough to set the crickets to chirping; dark enough to hide the blush of a maiden whose lover was tempted to tell again the story first told in the Garden of Eden, and' retold by every generation since; too dark to enable them to see the night-birds that called to each other from the roadside until frightened into taking wing by the near approach of the riders.

CHAPTER XII. COURTSHIP. The second day after the picnic Mr. Annelsey called at the Parsons cottage, and was met at the door by Lucy and invited into the sitting-room. Her demeanor showed clearly that his coming was not unexpected, but whether it caused her more pleasure than embarrassment would not have been so easy to determine. Mr. Annelsey himself had no doubt of it, however. Had she not told him on parting at the lake that he might call, and was she not, blushing and embarrassed now? What better proof coidd he desire that she was pleased and flattered by his attentions? None, he thought, and he was correspondingly elated and Decame really entertaining in relating his experience in camping at the lake and at the mine —an experience which to him possessed all the pleasure of novelty. Luey had intended to tell her mother and Jennie that Mr. Annelsey had asked permission to call on her, but had not found courage to do so, and, not knowing at what time to expect his coming, had deferred speaking of it, hoping some opportunity would arise without herself having to introduce the subject. But although the family did not know that he had requested permission to call, it is probable that they were not fready surprised at seeing him. They new him to be in the neighborhood, and perhaps others besides Erastus suspected that his appearance at the picnic was not purely accidental. Although the young man had called especially to see Lucy, Jennie was perhaps more pleased at his coming than her sister, or than any other member of the family. She liked . him exactly as she liked other young men who were pleasant company, and hoped he would remain in the vicinity and take part in their occasional pastimes during the summer; and she had none of Lucy’s feelings of? being made conspicuous by having been selected as an object of especial attention by him. As for their mother, she saw nothing objectionable in the young man. He was gentlemanly, and appealed to her to be as moral as other young men: and what mother was ever offended that a young mau of wealth and standing in society saw attractions in her daughter which he did not see in the daughters of others? Mr. Annelsey was given a cordial invitation to remain to tea; an invitation which he was not slow in accepting, and so met Mr. Parsons and Erastus, both of whom treated him courteously, though the greeting of the younger mau was certainly not excessive in its cordiality; and who, as soon as the meal was over, made an excuse to leave the house and did not return until Annelsey had departed. On the other hand, Mr. Parsons was pleased that he had called, and showed it. He wanted to see him. He wanted to learn how the work at the mine was getting on and how soon they would probably be ready to turn on the water and' begin washing down the hills, and his mannor was such as to still further imbue Annelsey with the idea that he was held in high favor and that Lucy and her parents felt honored by his attentions. In replyjo Mr. Parsons’ questions he told him that the work on the flume which was to conduct the water to the reservoir was progressing rapidly—a portion of it over two miles long having been completed; that the remaining mile would be finished toy the (time the tunnel and the sluice for carrying away the debris and saving the gold would.be ready, which would probably be in about three months, and that then they would be ready for active operations. Not wishing to weartois welcome out, he declined an invitation to remain at the cottage over night and returned to his camp by the lake, where his guide awaited him, and on the following day again took possession of the quarters assigned him at the mining camp, which already aspired to be called a town, a number of clapboard shanties and a lodging house with the usual bar-room attachment having been erected. It was not long before he was again at the Parsons cottage; and soon it came to be expected that he would make one of any^sotoipany of young people that assembled- for a merrymaking in the neighborhood. If he did not always escort Lucy he spent a great portion of the time at till these gatherings in her company, and her companions were constantly reminding her in a laughing way that she had captured the young New Yorker, whom rumor asserted was heir to a million or two. All this was a source qf great annoyance to Erastus, and at times caused him to appear less gracious, both towards Mr. Annelsey and others, than was usual with him. With Lucy his mood was changeable, depending a great deal upon the frequency of his rival's visits.

ii a wees or more elapsed without a call from Annelsey, Erastus resumed his cheerful appearance and was seldom from home, spending much of his spare time in the house, where he laughed and joked with the girls in the old time way; but the appearance of Annelsey was the signal for a return of silence on his part, and, unless there was a gathering of «the young folks from which his absence might provoke comment, lie remained, as little in the company of the members of the family as possible, making an excuse of a press of work on the ranch, or of an appointment with some of his gentleman friends to spend the evening out If he did not, on such occasions, visit Julia Ennis at her father’s residence, Lucy fancied that he did, and she treated Julia, when they met, with much cordiality and appeared anxious to help on the intimacy which she thought existed between her and Erastus. Of Mr. Ensign the family saw nothing. Once or twice some member had inquired of Annelsey regarding him, but that gentleman knew, or appeared to know, little about him. Ensign was still in the employ of the company, he thought; perhaps swinging a pick in the tunnel; or may foe at work on the flume. Having nothing to do with the accounts or directing the laliors of the workmen, Mr. Annelsey could, he said, tell nothing further about him. Whether Mrs. Parsons was pleased at the frequency of Mr. Annelsey’s visits or not it would have been hard to tell. She treated him courteously, and appeared to throw no obstacles in the way of his attention to her daughter. If she noticed the dislike which Erastus evince I at his presence she held her peace and •aid nothing.

As for her husband, he looked tor hi* coming with a fever'sh impatience growing out of t*1* desire he had to news fjrom the mining camp, which now overshadowed every other thought, and caused him to entirely forget that the young man had any purpose in visiting them except to bring the aesirod information regarding the progress of the work at Gravel-Hill, as the cluster of shanties at the mines had been named. So the summer passed, and again the time approached when the girls were to return to school, and preparations were made for their departure. “I almost wish we were not going back,” said Jennie, as they were packing, “we have had such a pleasant summer. I am sure I never enjoyed myself so much before m all my life, and I awfully hate ~sto go back into those dusty, fusty little rooms in the city and poring over a lot of books that appear to hare been made on purpose to pnzzle one’s brains without any corresponding benefit to come of it I’d ever so much rather stay at home and help mother take care of thehouse pnd the poultry, and go to a party once in a while. “I wonder what Mr. Annelsey will do when we are gone?” she went on. “Do you know. Luce, I believe he is dead in love with you? And he is getting further and fur.hor in every day he lives. Here twice last week He couldn’t more than have got home from the first, visit before he turned right round and came back again'. Mrs. l.uey Aunelsey.wife of James Annelsey, Ksq., millionaire. That sounds weli. Believe I’d take him, if 1 were you, I uce.

aim mcu x uau spcuu iuc wiutcn m New York and catch a millionaire, too, may be. Did he ever say anything about coming to see you when we get back to San Francisco? “Say,” she rattled on, without Waiting for a reply to her, first question, “what do you s’pose makes ’Ras l ate him so? Do you know that if he were not half in lore with Julia linn s I should think him jealous of yon. Why, Lucy, what is the matter? Didn’t Mr. Annelsey ask you to correspond w;th him. or anything?” “Yes,—he—ho—did, and—and I Wish he hadn’t,” sobbed Lucy, putting both hands to her face and burying it in her lap as she sat on the floor in front of her open trunk. “I tyish 1 had never seen him,” she continued, between sobs. “I wish he would go back to New York and never let me see or hear from him again. I never spent so miserable a summer in my whole life, never; and it’s all because of him; and I know poor pa is worried to death for fear the mine will wash down upon the ranch and cover us all up, and—and- and I’m just as miserable as I can be and it’s all his fault. We were just as happy as we could be until he came.” Jennie was at a loss to understand this outbreak of Lucy’s. She had supposed her not indifferent to Mr. Annelsey's attentions; had thought, in fact, that she was more in love with him than she ever had been with any of her other admirers. She had come 'to this conclusion because Lucy had avoided talking about him when they were alone; and always before they had made confidants of each other regarding any of the young men who occasionally escorted them to a dance or picnic when at home or to a lecture or the theater when iu the city. No one who knew the sisters or saw them together even for an hour could doubt their affection for each other; and Jennie, believing that Lucy really loved Mr. Annelsey, had more than once caught herself drawing mental pictures of her as his wife, surrounded with all the luxuries which wealth could purchase; supplementing it with another picture in which she saw herself ■ appearing at one of the grand entertainments which Lucy and her husband would givo in her palatial New York home, and being introduced to society as the “sister of Mrs. Annelsey, who had come from California to spend the winter.” ^ It never occurred to her that Lucy could be in love with anybody else, and now she fancied that some slight misunderstanding had arisen between them, and that Lucy was troubled for fear that Annelsey would not write or would not seek her out when he came to San Francisco. She felt sure he would come to the city soon, for there was nothing to necessitate his staying at the mines, which would not be a very inviting place for a young man of leisure when the rains set in and rendered hunting and fishing impossible for weeks at a time. “Never mind,” she said, making an effort to comfort her sister. “It will come out all right in the end. The course of true love never did run smooth, you know.” This thought seemed to comfort Lucy, and something very like a smile played for a moment about her mouth and among the dimples in her cheeks. Jennie did not see the smile, for her sister’s face was buried in her apron; but she noticed that the sobbing ceased and was strengthened iu her belief regarding Lucy’s feelings for Mr. Annelsey, and, wishing to comfort her still further, she continued: “Father has been driven off of so many pieces of land that I do not wonder he is afraid something will happen him again, though I don’t suppose there is any danger that this place will bo overflowed by the debris from the mines I can’t see how it can, be when they are twenty miles away. Mr. Annelsey says there isn’t. And if it should happen, of course the company would Say the damages, especially if yoit and amos were married. ’ ’ Instead of comforting Lucy, this set her crying harder than ever. Jennie could not understand her sister’s mood, and did not know what to do or say to soothe her; and hearing their mother calling them from the kitchen, she stooped and kissed Lucy’s hair, where she sat, and went down to assist in getting the evening meal, telling their mother that Lucy would be down in a few moments, but saying nothing about having left her in tears. When her sister had gone, Lucy gave

way to ner reelings, ana cnea and sobbed until her whole form shook with the violence of her emotions. Her excitement having worn itself out a little, she raised her head and Wiped her eyes with her apron. “I believe they are selling me to him," she said, under her breath; “selling me to him because he is rich and can help them in cage father gets into difficulty with the mining company; and Erastus'is lotting1 them do it. Again her face went down upon her lap, and the sobs broke forth afresh. By and by she lifted her head again, and finally rose and bathed her face and eyes. “Poor father,” she was saying to herself, “I know what the thought of losing; this place must mean to him. He has been driven off of so many and he is getting old now, both he and mother. If they were to lose this home they would feel as if there was no place left in the world for them to go to, and if 1 can save them I ought to be willing to do it; and if Erastus marries Julia Ennis, I shall not care what becomes of me anyway.” - Then she began crying once more, but more quietly than before. When she went down to supper the family noticed that her eyes were red, but thought nothing of it, as the girls always had crying spells for a day or two previous to leaving home for school. [to bk continued.] —At a Keesville (X. Y.) buryingground is this epitaph: Here lies the bodies of two sisters dca« — One's burled In Ireland—the otber lies her*

TAKE A VACATION. Exhaustive Labor Calls for Seasons of Best. Dr. Talinaf. on the Temptations Which Beset One In the Honrs of Relaxation — Notes of Warning— The Urine Fountain. "July and August Temptations” was the subject of a recent sermon by Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, delivered at the Broyklyn Tabernacle. The text was from Hark vi., 31: “Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest awhile.” Dr. Talmage said: Here Christ advises His apostles to take is vacation. They had been living an excited as well as useful life, and He advises that they get out into the country. When six weeks ago standing in this place I advocated, with all the energy I could command, the Saturday afternoon holiday, I did not think the people would so soon get thalrelease. By divine flat it has come, and I rejoice that more people will have opportunity of recreation this summer than in any previous summer. Others will have whole weeks and months of rest. The railroad trains are being laden with passengers and baggage on their way to the mountains and the lakes and the seashore. Multitudes of our citizens are packing their trunks for a restorative absence. Lot not the commercial firm begrudge the clerk, or the employer the journeyman, or the patient the physician, or the church its pastor a season of inoccupation. Luther used to sport with his children; Edmund Burke used to caress his favorite horse; Thomas Chalmers, in the dark hour of the Church’s disruption, played kite for recreation—so I was told by his own daughter—and the busy Christ said to tbc busy Apostles: “Come ye apart awhile into the desert and rest yourselves.” And I have observed that they who do not know how to rest do not know how to work. A NOTE OF WAF..NINO.

But 1 have to declare this truth to-day that some of our fashionable wateringplaces are the temporal and eternal destruction of “a multitude that no man can number;” and amid the congratulations of this season and the prospect of the departure of many of you for the country 1 must utter a note of warning, plain, earnest and unmistakable. The first temptation that is apt to hover in this direction is to leave your piety all at home. You will send the dog and cat and canary bird to be cared for somewhere else; but the temptation will be to leave your religion in the room with the blinds down and the door bolted, and then you will come back in the autumn to find that it is starved and suffocated, lying stretched on the rug, stork dead. There is no surplus of piety at the watering-places. 1 never knew any one to grow very rapid in grace at the Catskill Mountain House or Sharon Springs or the Halls of Montmorency. It is generally the case that the Sabbath is more of a carousal than any other day, and there are Sunday walks and Sunday rides and Sunday excursions. Elders and deacons and ministers of religion, who are entirely contented at home, sometimes when the Sabbath dawns on*them at Niagara Falls or the White Mountains take their day to themselves. If they go to the church it is apt to be a sacred parade, and the discourse, instead of being a plain talk about the soul, is apt to be what is called a crack sermon—that is, some discourse picked out of the effusions of the year as the one most adapted to excite admiration; and in those churches, from the way the ladies hold their fans you know that they are not so much impressed with the heat as with the picturesqueness of half-disclosed features. Four puny souls Btond in the organ loft and squall a tune that nobody knows, and worshipers with $2,000 worth of diamonds on the right hand drop a cent into the poorbox, and then the benediction is pronounced and the farce is ended. The toughest thing I ever tried to do was to be good at a watering- place. The health of a great many people makes an annual visit to some mineral spring an absolute necessity; but, my .dear people, take your Bible along with you, and take an hour for secret prayer every day, though you be surrounded by guffaw and saturnalia. Keep holy the Sabbath, though they denounce you as a bigoted Puiiton. Stand off from those institutions which propose to imitate on this side the water the iniquities of Baden Baden. Let your moral aud immortal health keep pace with your physical recuperation, and remember that all the waters of Hawthorne and sulphur and chalybeate springs can not do you so much good as the mineral, healing, perennial flood that breaks forth from the “Hock of Ages. ” This may be your last summer. If so, make it a fit vestibule of Heaven. THE HORSE AND HORSE-RACING. Another temptation around nearly all our watering places is the horse-racing business. We all admire the horse. There needs to be a redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion has been called the king of beasts. I knock off its coronet and put the crown upon the horse, in every way nobler, whether in shape or spirit or sagacity or intelligence or affecticm or usefulness. As the Bible makes a favorite of the horse, the patriarch and the prophet and the evangelist and apostle stroking his sleek hide and patting his rounded neck, and tenderly lifting his exquisitely formed hoof and listening with a thrill to the champ of bis bit, so all great natures in all ages have spoken of him in encomiastic terms. There is a delusion abroad in the world that a thing must be necessarily good and Christian if it is slow and dull and plodding. There are very good people who seem to imagine it. is humbly pious to drive a spavined, galled, glandered, spring-halted, blind-staggered jade. There is not Bo much virtue in a Rosinante as there is in a Bucephalus. At the rate some people drive Elijah with his horses of fire would have token three weeks to get into Heaven. We want swifter horses and swifter men and swifter enterprises, and the church of God needs to get off its jog trot. Quick tempests, quick lightnings, quick streams; why not quick horses? But we do not think that the beauty or speed of the horse Bhould be cultured at

wo npeussui oilman degradation. Horseraces in olden times were under the ban of Christian people, and in our day the same institution has come up under fictitious names. And it is called a “summer meeting,” almost suggestive of positive religious exercises. And it is called an “agricultural fair,” suggestive of every thing at this improving in the art of farmnig. But under these deceptive titles are the same cheating and the same betting and the same drunkenness and the same vagabondage and the same abominations that were to be found under the old horse-rac-ing system. I never knew a mu yet who could give himself to the pleasures of the turf for a long reach of time and not be battered in morals. They hook up their spanking team and put on their sportingcap and light their cigar and take the reins and dash down the road to perdition. The great day at Saratoga and Long Branch and Cape May and nearly all the other watering-places is the day of the races. The hotels are thronged; nearly every kind of equipage is taken up at an almost fabulous price; and there are many respectable people mingling with jockeys and gamblers and libertines and foulmouthed men and flashy women. The bartender stirs up the brandy-smash. The bets run high, The greenhorns, supposing all is fair, put in their money,(soon enough to loso it. Three weeks before the race takes ple.ce the struggle is decided, and the men in the secret know on which steed to bet their money. The two men on the horses riding around long before arranged who should heat. Leaning from the stand or the carriage are men and women so absorbed in the struggle Of bone and muscle and mettle' 'that they make a grand harvest for the pickpockets, who

carry off the pocket-books and portmonnaiee. Hen looking on see only two horses with two riders flying around the ring; hot there is many a man on that stand whose honor and domestic happiness and fortune—white mane, white foot, white flank—are in the ring, racing with inebriety, and with fraud, and with profanity, and with ruin—black neck, black foot, black flank. Neck and neck they go in that moral Epsom. White horse of honor; black horse of ruin. Death says: “ I will bet on the black horse.” Spectator says: “I will bet on the white horse.” lire white horse of honor a little way ahead. The black horse of min, Satan mounted all the time, gaining onhim. Spectator breathless. Put on the lash. Dig in the spurs. There t They are past the stand. Sure. Just as I expected it. The black horse of ruin has won the race and all the galleries of darkness cry “Huzza! huzza!” and the devils come in to pick up their wagers. Ah, my friends, have nothing to do with horse-racing dissipations this summer. Long ago the English Government got through looking to the turf for the dragoon and light cavalry horse. They found the turf depreciates the stock; and it is yet worse for men. Thomas Hughes, the member of Parliament, and the author known all the world over, hearing that a new turf enterprise was being started in this country, wrote a letter, in which he said: VHeaven help you, then; for of all the cankers of our old civilization there is nothing in this country approaching in unblushing meanness, in rascality holding its head high, to this belauded institution of the British turf.” Another famous sportsman writes: “How many fine domains have been shared among these hosts of rapacious sharks during the last two hundred years! And, unless the system be altered, how many more are doomed to fall into the same gulf!” The Duke of Hamilton, through his horseracing proclivities, in three years got through his entire fortune of £70,000; and I will say that some of you are being undermined by it. With the bull-fights of Spain and the bear-baitings of the pit, may the Lord God annihilate the infamous and accursed horse-racing of England and America!

PRESERVE TOUR PHYSICAL STRENGTH. I go further, and speak of another temptation that hovers over the wateringplaces, and this is the temptation to sacrifice physical strength. The inodern Bethesda was intended to recuperate the physical health, and yet how many come from the watering-places, their health absolutely destroyed! New York and Brooklyn idiots boasting of having imbibed twenty glasses of Congress water before breakfast; families accustomed to going to bed at ten o’clock at night gossiping until one or two o’clock in the morning; dyspeptics, usually very cautious about their health, mingling ice—jreams and lemons and lobster salads and cocoanuts until the gastric juices lift up all their voices of lamentation and protest; delicate women and brainless young men chassezing themselves into vertigo aud catalepsy;. thousands of men and women coming back from our watering-places in the autumn with the foundations laid for ailments that will last them all their life long. You know as well as I do that this is the simple truth. In the summer you say to your good health: “Good-bye; lam going to have a good time for a little while; I will be very glad to see you again in the autumn.” Then in the autumn, when you are hard at work in your office or store or shop or counting-room, Good Health will come in and say: “Good-bye, I am going.” You say: “Where are you going?” “Oh,” says Good Health, “I am going to take a vacation.” It is a poor rule that will not work both ways, and your good health will leave you choleric and splenetic and exhausted. You coquetted with your good health in the summer-time and your good health is coquetting with you in the winter-time. A fragment of Paul’s charge to the jailer would be an appropriate inscription for the hotel register in every watering-place: “Do thyself no harm.” FERTILE IN DOMESTIC INFELICITIES. Another temptation hovering around the watering-place is to the formation of hasty and life-)ong alliances.. The water-ing-places are responsible for more of the domestic infelicities of this country than all other things combined. Society is so artificial there i hat no sure judgment of character can be formed. Those who form companionships amid such circumstances go into a lottery wherd there are twenty blanks to one prize. In the severe tug of life you want more than glitter and splash. Lite is not a ball-room, where the music decides the step and bow and prance, and graceful swing of long trail can make up for strong common sense. You might as well go among the gaylypainted yachts of a summer regatta to find war vessels as to go among the light spray of the summer watering-place to find character that can stand the test of the great struggle of human life. Ah, in the battle of life you want a stronger weapon than a lace fan or a croquet mallet ! The load of life is so heavy that in order to draw it you want a team stronger than one made up of a masculine grasshopper and a feminine butterfly. If there is any man in the community that excites my contempt, and that ought to excite the contempt Of every man and woman, it is the loft-handed, soft-headed fop, who, perfumed until the air is actually sick, spends his summer in taking killing attitudes and waving sentimental adieus, and talking infinitessimal nothings, and finding his heaven in the set of a lavender kid glove; boots as tight as an inquisition; two hours of consummate skill exhibited in the tie of a flaming cravat; his conversation made up of “Ahs!” and “Ohs!”and “He-hees t” It would take five hundred of them stewed down to make a teaspoonful of calf’s-foot jelly. There is one counterpart to such a man as that, and that is the frothy young woman at the wateringplace; her conversation is made up of French moonshine; what she has on her head only equaled by what she has on her back; useless ever since she was born aud to be useless until she is dead; and what they will do with her in the next world I do not know, except to set her upon the banks of the River of Life for eternity to look sweet! God intends us to admire music and fair faces and graceful step; but amid the heartlessness and the inflation and the fantastic influences of our modern watering-places, beware how you make life-long covenants.

BANEFUL LITERATURE. Another temptation that will hover over the watering-places is that of banefnl literature. Almost every one starting off for the summer takes some reading matter. It is rfbook out of the library or off the bookstand, or bought of the boy hawking books through the cars. I really believe there is more pestiferous trash read among the intelligent classes in July and August than in all the other ten months of the year. Men and women who at home would not be satisfied with a book that was pot really sensible I found sitting on hotel piassas or under the trees reading books the index of which would make them blush if they knew that you knew what the book was. “Oh,” they say, “you must have intellectual recreation.” Yes. There is no need that you take along into a watering place “Hamilton’s Metaphysics,” or some thunderous discourse on the eternal decrees, or “Faraday’s Philosophy.” There are many easy books that are good. You might as well say: “I propose now to give a little rest to my digestive organs, and instead of eating heavy meat and vegetables I will for a little while take lighter food—a little strychnipe and a few grains of ratsbane.” Literary poison in August is as bad as literary poison in December. Mark that. Do not let the frogs and the lice of a corrupt printing-press jump and crawl into your Saratoga trunk or White Mountain valise. Would it not be an awful thing for you to be struck with lightning some day when you had in your hand one of these paper-covered romances—the hero a Parisian roue, the heroine an unprincipled flirt—chapters iu the book that you would not redd to your children at the rate of a hundred dollars a

line? Throw oat all that staff from your summer baggage. Are there not good books that are easy to read—books of en* tertaining travel; books of congenial his* tory; books of pare fan; books of poetry, ringing with merry canto; books of fine engraving; books that will rest the mind as well as pnrify the heart and elevate the whole life? My hearers, there will not be an hoar between this and the day of your death when yon can afford to read a booklacking in moral principle. INTOXICATING DRINKS. Another temptation hovering all around oar watering-places is to intoxicating beverages. I am told that it is becoming more and more fashionable for women to drink. I care not how welf a woman may dress, if she has taken enough of wine to flash her cheek and pat a glassiness on her eye, she is intoxicated. She may be handed into a twenty-five hundred dollar carriage and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffany’s—she is intoxicated. She may be a graduate of Packer Institute, and the daughter of some man in danger of being nominated for the Presidency—she is drunk. You may have a larger vocabulary than I have, and you may say in regard to her that she is “convivial," or she is “ merry,” or she is “ festive,” or she is “exhilarated,” but you can not with all your garlands of verbiage cover np the plain fact that it is an oldfashioned case of drunk. Now, the water-ing-places are full of temptations to men and women to tipple. At the close of the ten-pin or billiard game they tipple. At the close of the cotillon they tipple. Seated on the piazza, cooling themselves off, they tipple. The tinged glasses come around with bright straws, and they tipple. First they take “light wines,” as they call them; but “light wines” are heavy enough to debase the appetite. There is not a very long road between champagne at five dollars a bottle and whisky at five cents a glass. Satan has three or four grades down which he takes men to destruction. One man he takes up, and, through one

spree, pitcnes rum into eternal darkness. That is a rare case. Very seldom indeed can yon find a man who will be such a fool as that. Satan will take another man to a grade, to a descent at an angle about like that of ■ the Pennsylvania coal-chute or the Mount Washington rail-track and shove him off, but that is very rare. When a man goes down to destruction Satan brings him to a plane. It is almost a level. The depression is so slight that you can hardly see it. The man does not actually know that he is on the down grade, and it tips only a little toward darkness—just a little; and the first mile it is claret, and the second mile it is sherry, and the third mile it is punch, and the fourth mile it Is ale, and the fifth mile it is porter, and the sixth mile it is brandy, and then it gets steeper and steeper and steeper, and the man gets frightened and says: “Oh, let me get off!” “No,” says the conductor, “this is an express train, and it don’t stop until it gets to the Grand Central Depot at Smashupton 1” BE PREPARED FOR TEMPTATION. My friends, whether you tarry at home —which will be quite as safe and perhaps quite as comfortable—or go into the country, arm yourself against temptation. The grace of God is the only safe shelter whether in town or country. There are watering-places accessible to all Of us. You can not open a book of the Bible without finding out some such watering-place. Fountains open for sin and uncleanliness. Wells of salvation. Streams ftora Lebanon. A flood struck out of the rock by Moses. Fountains in the wilderness discovered by Hagar. Water to drink and water to bathe in. The river of God, which is full oi water. Water of which if a|man drink he shall never thirst. Wells of water in the valley of Baca. Living fountains of water. A pure river of watd>, as clear as crystal, from under the throne of God. These are the watering-places accessible to all of us. We do not have a laborious packing up before we startonly the throwing away of our transgressions. No extensive hotel bills to pay; it is “without money and without price.” No long and dusty travel before we get there. It is only one step away. In California in five' minutes I walked around and saw ten fountains all bubbling up, and they were all different. And in five minutes I can go through this Bible parterre and find you fifty bright, sparkling fountains, bubbling up into eternal life—healing and therapeutic. A chemist will go to one of these summer watering-places and take the water and analyze it, and tell you that it contains so muph of iron and so much of soda and so much of lime and so much of magnesia. I come to this Gospel well, this living fountain, and analyze the water, and I find that its ingredients are peace, pardon, forgiveness, hope, comfort, life, Heaven. “Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye” to this watering-place. Crowd around this Bethesda this morning. O, you sick, you lame, you troubled, you dying, crowd around this Bethesda. Step in it! Oh, step in it 1 The angel of the covenant this morning stirs the water! Why do you not step in it? Some of you are too weak to take a step in that direction. Then we take you up in the arms of our closing prayer, and plunge you clean under the wave, hoping that the cure may be as sudden and as radical as with Captain Naaman, who, blotched and carbuncled, stepped into the Jordan, and after the seventh dive came up, his skin roseate complexioned as the flesh of a little child. WARNED OF DEATH’S CALL. Strange Stpry of a New York Farmer Who Arranged dll Details of Bis Own Funeral. IN. Y. Special.] Valley Cottage is a station on the West Shore Railroad, midway between Nyack and Rockland Lake. John Ryder was the most prominent man in the place. On June II Mr. Ryder died after prophesying for three days that June 11 would be his last day on earth. Mr. Ryder was a wealthy farmer and a high official in the Methodist Church at Rockland Lake. He was seven-ty-six years old, but his ruddy cheek and clear eye gave no indication of approaching dissolution. On Tuesday, June 9, he called his family around him and sent a servant after the farm hands, meanwhile preserving a calm demeanor. When all had assembled he said, in deep, impressive tones: “My friends, my time is drawing nigh. But two days more and 1 shall not be with you. I have received a warning and it portends death.” Turning to a farm hand he said: “Harness up my horse and buggy.” When the vehicle was ready he sprang in unassisted and drove to the burying ground and marked off the space in which he wanted to be buried. Driving home he dispatched a servant for a lawyer. He also ordered the man to bring an undertaker.

l oo unaercaser came ana jozingiy measured thei old gentleman. “Now, give me your bill, I want to pay'it now,” he said to the undertaker. The surprised undertaker obeyed with reluctance and the old gentleman paid the money down. The lawyer came and a will was drawn up. and after the instrument had been signei he invited the lawyer to come to hi.funeral and act as pall-bearer. The lawyer laughingly assented, thinking it was but a whim of his old client. On the following day Mr. Ryder sat in his old armchair on the veranda. During the nigh! following he got up several times, and his family heard him walking through the house. He was in his usual place in the morning and appeared to be in his usual health. Toward noon he called his family around him, saying: “My friends, I am going now. Qood-by all and God bless you.” He then lay back in his arm-chair, and gazing tenderly at his family gently closed his eyes. His lips moved in prayer, and once again he opened his eyes and smiled, and again die eyelids elosed and all was still. Those around him thought he was sleeping, but when they called him he| did not answer. He was dead. Mr. Ryder was buried on Saturday, all his details and requests being religiously followed.

PLAGUE-STRICKEN PLYMOUTH 1 Does a Similar Danger Threaten Everyone of Us T—How Public Attention Is Directed to Personal Perils. [Rochester (N. Y.) Correspondence Indianapolis Sentinel.] “Judge,” said a young lawyer to a very successful senior, “ tell me the secret of your uniform success at the bar.” “Ah, young man, that secret is a life study, but I will give it to you on condition that you pay all my bills during this session of court. ” “Agreed, sir,” said tho-junior. “Evidence, indisputable evidence.” At the end of the month the judge reminded the young man of his promise. “I recall no such promise.” “Ah, but you made it;” “Your evidence, please.” And the judge, not having any witnesses, lost a case for once I ~ •* The man who can produce indisputable evidence wins public favor. I lmd an intern view yesterday with the most successful of American advertisers, whose advertising is most, successful because always backed by evidence.

What styles of advertising do you use? ” I asked H. H. Warner, Esq. “Display, reading matter and paragraphs of testimonials.” “Have you many testimonials?” In answer he showed me a large cabinet chock-full. “We have enough to fill Boston, New York, Chicago, St. Louis and Philadelphia morning papers.” “Do you publish many of them?” “Not a tithe. Wonderful as are those we do publish, we have thousands like them which,we can not use. ‘Why not?' Let me tell you. ‘Warner’s safe cure ’ has probably been the mostsuccessful medicine for female disorders ever discovered. We have testimonials from htcfiesof the highest rank, but it would be indelicate to publish them. Likewise many statesmen, lawyers, doctors of world-wide fame have been cured, but we can only refer to such persons in the most guarded terms, as we do in our reading articles.” “Are these reading articles successful?” “When read they make such an impression that when the ‘evil days’ of ill health draw nigh they are remembered, and Warner's safe cure is used.” “ No, sir, it is not necessary now, as at first, to do such constant and extensive advertising. A meritorious medicine sells itself after its merits are known. We present just evidence enough to disarm skeptics and to impress the merits of the remedies upon new consumers; We feel it to be our duty to do this, lienee, best to accomplish our mission of healing thesick.we use the reading article style. People won’t read jitain testimonials.” “Yes, sir, thousands admitithat had they not learned of Warner’s safe cure through this clever Btyle they would still be ailing and still impoverishing themselves in fees to unsuccessful ‘practitioners.’ It would do your.soul good to read the letters of thanksgiving we get from mothers, grateful lor the perfect success which attends Warner’s safe cure when used for children, and the surprised gratification with which men and women of older years and impaired vigor, testify to the youthful feelings restored to them by the same means.” “Are these good effects permanent? ” “Of all the cases of kidney, liver, urinary and female diseases we havecured, not two per cent, of them report a return of their disorders. Who else can show such a record?”

What is the secret of W arner s safecure permanently reaching so many Berious disorders ? ” ‘I will explain by an illustration: The little town of Plymouth, jPa., has been plague-stricken for several months because its water supply was carelessly poisoned. Tho kidneys and liver are the sources of physical well-being. If polluted by disease, all the blood becomes poisoned and every organ i3 affected, ana this great danger threatens every one tcho neglects to treat himself promptly. I was nearly dead myself of extreme kidney disease, but what is now Warner’s safe cure cured me, and I know it is the only remedy in the tcorld that can cure such disorders, for I tried everything else in vain. Cured by it myself,/! bought it and, from a sense "of duty, presented it to the world.- Only by restoring tho kidneys and liver can disease leave the blood and the system.’j’ A celebrated sanitarian physician once said tp me: 11 The secret of tho wonderful success of Warner's safe cure is .that it is sovereign over alt kidney, liver and urinary diseases, which primarily or secondarily make up the majority of human ailments. Like all great discoveries it is remarkably simple.” The house, of H. H. j Warner <& Go. stands deservedly high in Rochester, and it is certainly matter of congratulation that merit has been recognized ali over the world, and that this success has been unqualifiedly deserved. j Pen Point. —There are sixteen species of trees in America whose perfectly dry wood will sink in water. The heaviest of these is the black ironwood (condaliaferrea), of Southern Florida, which is more than 30 per cent heavierthaii water. Of the others, the best known are the lignum vitie (gualacum sanctum), and mangrove (chizphora mangle). Another is a small oak (quercus gnsea), found in the mountains of Texas, Southern New Mexico, and Arizona, and westward to the Colorado desert, at an elevation of live thousand to ten thousand feet. All the specie^ in which the wood is heavier than water belong to semi-tropical Florida or the arid interior Paci fic region.—N. '¥. Tribune. —No man has a right to read on a moving vehicle if his injured eyesight may be transmitted to his posterity. The harm done to some people’s eyes by the common practice of reading in the street cars is almost beyond belief. The rapid increase in the number of children wearing spectacles in the public schools is a matter for immediate scientific inquiry. The usefulness of a citizen depends largely on accuracy of vision, and the relations between the eyes and the brain are the most mysterious phenomena of human life. ” A man should see all there is to see, but he does not often do so.—Chicago Current.

—Many scientists and scholars within le-ent years, considering that there were evidence of the existence of the human race upon the earth long anterior to the period permitted by the Bible chronology, have repudiated the data from which the age of the race was determined, and hare thrown back oO.OOO years the perod of the. first appearance of man as he now exists.—N. Y. Herald. —Marriage in England is hedged around with considerably more precaution than in America. A young man of about twenty engages himselt to a voting lady of, say eighteen, and the lovers remain thus engaged for three or even five years. These are the woman's good times. They then marry and settle down—if poor, to a life of toil:—Chicago Inter-Ocean. __

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Interview Your Druggist, As this reporter is doing, and he will tell you some, curious things. For instance, Ayer’s Sarsaparilla is a perfectly genuine medicine; but there axe plenty of so-called Sarsaparillas in the market that have no Sarsaparilla about 1 them except the name. I have been in the Drug business, In Lowell, for thirty years, and sell more of - Ayer’s Sarsaparilla than of all other Sar* saparillas combined. Being thoroughly familiar with the analysis of this medicine, and knowing the care and skill employed in its composition, I am certain it contains nothing that could not be recommended by the most scrupulous pby1 sician. It is made of the true Honduras Sarsaparilla, and of other blood purifiers, the besf known to medical science, and is a grand specific in chronic cases, such as Scrofula, Salt-Rheum, Erysipelas, Kidney • Diseases, and troubles of the Stomach and Liver. Many so-called Sarsaparillas are such only in name: they do not contain a particle of the real medicinal Sarsaparilla

uiui. — ucu. v. i'i. i/., i/i u^gwt) Merrimack, cor. Suffolk sts., Lowell, Mass. Copyrighted. For all disorders of the Blood, use Ayer’s Sarsaparilla. Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Maes. Sold by Druggists. Price (1; six bottles, L FHHROPIU tSA.ie<».lw iDi HDB __L ... — ____ _ ... ” Poaitively cure SICK-HEADACHE, Bilic BLOOD POISON, and Skin Diseases <r have no equal ‘ ' “In-“— & £ $ # mnd BOWEL Complaints, MALARIA, PILL A JDOSBK For Female^Complaints these Pills

THE BOSS COLLAR PAD . Off* mC AlSO LEATL__ k. NO MORE SORE NECKS. It win Positively prevent chafing and cure sore Wither*. Horse can be worked while cure is per* fee ted, Harness makers wil» refund money IT not satisfied after 30 days trial. Be sure to fret Pad Urge though. PFXf^B CUHT1S, Msdlaon, Wfi.

SAUCER Treated and cured without the knife. ,ent frc«- Addreaa F .L.POND.M.D., Aurora, Kane Co,Hi. A. N. 1C, B. 1038 WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS plena* any yon saw the advertisement la «*» paper. Advertisers like to know when tin d where their advertisements am paylaft hast.