Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 23, Petersburg, Pike County, 19 October 1894 — Page 3

fthri’ihc County Jrooftat —. ■». MeO. STOOPS, Editor tad Proprietor. PETERSBURG. - - - INDIANA. A FAMOUS TOURNAMENT. "The Splndii Entertainment Given by Lor d Eglinton In 1889. Two episodes in Lord Eglinton’s dis- | - "^tinguished history invite special attention. The lirst is the Eglinton tournament, which took place in August, 1839; his second, his brilliant career as twice lord lieutenant of Ireland. At "the time of the famous tournament Lord Eglinton was in his twenty-sev- * >enth year, and one of the handsomest And most engaging men of his day. I His desire was to produce in his own park a modern imitation of such a tournament as that described by Sir Walter Scott in “Jvanhoe,” and neither expense nor research was spared to make it a great and unique success. Preparations for It and the festivities which accompanied it cost about £40,>000, but the munificent host omitted from *his calculations all thought of the English climate, which so marred the enjoyment of the countless guests that the vast expenditure was in great measure thrown away. The arena, or scene of act ion, covered four acres, and two enormoiis galleries were erected on either side, the first to accommodate the earl’s private guests, and the second for invited spectators, to whom tickets were senl gratuitously by his

■ K lX order?, nearest the castle two vast canvas saloons were set apart for the banqueting hall and ball .room, while each of the knights had his own marquee. The decorations of the lists were of the costliest description, and, at the request of the noble host, most of the visitors came attired in a mediaeval costume. The grand stand was filled with ladies splendidly attired in the costumes ■of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, to whom on entering the list each knight in succession paid his devoir. At 2 p. m. in the midst of a drenching shower, the procession started from the castle; but the pitiless rain marred all the splendor of the costly preparation. Instead of riding on her palfrey to her throne, the queen of love and beauty and her ladies were forced to take shelter i.n carriages,and as they approached the jousting ground a spectacle met their eyes which elicited uncontrollable shouts of laughter from the spectators surrounding the lists. There, firmly planted upon his mailed war-charger, sat in unconscious dignity the Marquis of Londonderry, clad from head to foot in burnished armor, for which he had been measured by cunning Milanese artificers, in steel inlaid with gold—the cost of his panoply, being, it is said* at least £1,000. ,The marquis was a short, stout old man, and above his head he held an enormous gingham umbrella, to protect him from the peltings of the merciless storm.! Despite the weather, several jousting matches took place, and, among others, the Earl of Eglinton, clad in a splendid panoply of brass, got the best of the Marquis of Waterford, upon whose breast he broke two spears. At night it was announced that the banqueting hall and the ball room, constructed out of canvas tents, were so saturated by the heavy rain that it was impossible to enter them. On the afternoon of the seoond day the weather cleared, but the sports were confined to the ball tent, in which Prince Louis Napoleon (afterwards the Emperor Napoleon III), engaged in a series of mimic combats on foot against Mr. (aftewards Sir) Charles Lamb, both combatants being sheathed in armor; On the third and last day the proceedings ended with a general melee, in which the knights, armed with swords, met their opponents in an amicable fray. It was soon seen, however, that the blows exchanged between the fiery Marquis of Waterford and Viscount Alford were so far from being amicable that the combatants were separated by the intervention of the knight marshal. On the fourth day the rain was so incessant that by universal consent, \he mimic conflict was given up. So ended the great Eglinton tournament. after bringing together a concourse of spectators variously estimated at from 80,000 to 200,000 persons. In addition to the vast sum spent upon it 4 by Lord Eglinton, the tournament at-* traeted eager sightseers from all parts of the United. Kingdom, who paid heavily to get there, vdiile the continent, the colonies and the United States were well represented. As if to cover the whole affair with ridicule, a very humorous account of the mock fighting and of the attempted imitation of old-world chivalry was written for an American journal by the late Mr. N. P. Willis, a fitting exponent of such a bazarre scene. To their dying hour many of the southern visitors never forgot what Scotland is capable of in the way of rain during the autumn months.—London Telegraph.

To Sht^pen the Carving Knife. In little things there is always a cor* rect way to accomplish the object in view. The following is described as the correct way to sharpen a carving knife: The carver must be held at an angle of twenty to twenty-five degrees on the steel. Be careful to have the angle the same on both sides, so as to sharpen instead of dull the knife. Draw it on the steel from heel to point against the edge; only a very slight pressure being required.—Hardware. How Those Sonnets Are Made. ’ Liber—Penleigh in going to make a success as a poet. Ramson—What makes you think so? Liber—Last week he got an order for a sonnet from a big magazine, and ever since then he’s been going to an idiot asylum and making careful notes of the inmates’ talk as literary mate* rial.—Chicago Record. | Canine Pneumatics. “I am going to have my dog’s tongue split!” \ “Why, ueah boy?” “Donchierknow I think it would put creases in nis pants.”—Life.

Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage On the Disobedienoe of Jonah. II* Had S*t at N»o(kt th* Command of tha Lord. Hot Found It Impossible to ■Map* th* Conoaqaeaew of HI* DUobedlenc*. The following discourse illustrative of the certainty of punishment for disobedience of divine command was selected by Rev. T. DeWitt Talmagl for publication this week. It is based on the text: The men rowed hard to bring it to the land, but they oonld not; wherefore they cried unto the Lord.—Jonah L, 13-14. Navigation in the Mediterranean sea ulways was perilous, especially so in early times. Vessels were propelled partly by sail and partly by oar. When* by reason of great stress of weather, it was necessary to reef the canvas or haul it in, then the vessel was entirely dependent upon the oars, sometimes twenty or thirty of them on either side the vessel. You would not venture outside your harbor with such a craft as my text finds Jopah sailing in; but he had not much choice of vessels. He was running away from the Lord; and when a man is running away from the Lord, he has to run very fast. e God had told Jonah to go to Nineveh, to preach about the destruction of that city. Jonah disobeyed. That always makes rough water, whether in the

Mediterranean, or wie Atlantic, or the Pacific, or the Caspian sea. It is a very hard thing to scare sailors. I have seen them when the prow of the vessel was almost under water, and they were walking the deck knee-deep in the surf, and the small boats by the side of the vessel had been crushed as small as kindling wood, whistling as though nothing had happened; but the Bible says these mariners of whom I speak were frightened. That which sailors call “a lump of a sea” had become a blinding, deafening, swamping fury. How mad the wind can get at the water and the water can get at the wind you do not know unless you have been spectators. I have in» my house the piece of a sail of a ship, no larger than the palm of my hand; that piece of canvas was all that was left of the largest sail of the ship Greece, that went into the storm two hundred miles off Newfoundland. Oh, what a night that was! I suppose it was in some such storm as this that Jonah was caught. He knew that the temptest was on his account, and he asked the sailors to throw him overboard. Sailors are a gen-erous-hearted race, and they resolved to make their escape, if possible, without resorting to such extreme measures. The sails are of no use, and so they lay hold on their oars. I see the long bank of shining blades on either side the vessel. Oh! how they did pull, the bronzed seamen, as they laid back into the oars. But rowing on the sea is very different from rowing upon a river; and as the vessel hoists, the oars skip the wave and miss the stroke, and the tempest laughs to scorn the flying paddles. It is of no use, no use. There comes a w ave that crashes the last mast and sweeps the oarsmen from their places, and tumbles everything in the confusion of impending shipwreck, or, as my text has it, “The men rowed hard to bring it to the land; but they could not; wherefore they cried unto the Lord.*5 This scene is very suggestive to me, and I pray God I may have grace and strength enough to represent it intelligently to you. Years ago I preached a sermon on another phase of this very subject, and Igot a letter from Houston, Tex., the writer saying that the reading of that sermon in London had led him to God. And I received another letter from South Australia, saying that the reading of Jthat sermon in Australia had brought several souls to Christ. And then, I thought, why not now take another phase of the same subject, for perhaps that God who can raise in power that which is sown in weakness may now, through another phase of the same subject, bring salvation to the people who shall hear, and salvation to the people who shall read. Men and women, who know how to pray, lay hold of the Lord God Almighty, and wrestle for the blessing. Bishop Latimer would stop sometimes in his sermon, in the midst of his

prag-ument, and say: “Now, I will tell tipii a fable,” and tp-day I would like to bring the scene of the text as an illustration of a most important religious truth. As those Mediterranean oarsmen trying to bring Jonah ashore, were discomfitted, I have to tell you that they were not the only men who have broken down on their paddles and have been obliged to call on the Lord for help. Iwant to say that the unavailing efforts of those Mediterranean oarsmen have a counterpart* in the efforts we are making to bring souls to the shore of safety and set their feet on the Rock of Ages. You have a father, or mother, or husband, or wife, or child, or near friend, who is not a Christian. There ' have been times when you have been in agony about their salvation. A minister of Christ, whose wife was dying without any hope inJesus, walked the floor, wrung his hands, cried bitterly, and said: “I believe I shall go insane, for 1 know she is not prepared to meet God.” And there may have been days of sickness in your household, when you feared it would be a fatal sickness; and how closely you examined the face of the doctor as he came in and scrutinized the patient, and felt the pulse, and you followed him into the next room, and said: “There isn’t any danger, is there, doctor?” And the hesitation and the uncertainty of the reply made two eternities flash before your vision. And then you went and talked to the sick one about the great future. Oh, there are those here who have tried to bring their friends to God! They have been unable to bring them to the shore of safety. They are no nearer that point than they were twenty yeajrs ago. You think you have got them almost to the shore, when you are swept back again. What shall you do? Put down the oar? Oh,

:— -! do? I do not advise that; but I do ad* rise that you appeal to that God to whom the Mediterranean oarsmen appealed—the God who could silence the tempest and bring the ship in safety to the port. 1 tell you, my friends, that there has got to be a good deal of praying before our families are brought to Christ. Ah! it is an awful thing to have half a household on one side the line, and the other part of the household on the other Side of the line! Two vessels part on the ocean of eternity, one going to the right and the other to the left—farther apart, and farther apart—until the signals cease to be recognized, and there are only two specks on the horizon, and then they are lost to sight forever! I have to tell you that the unvailing efforts of these Mediterranean oarsmen have a counterpart in the efforts some of us are making to bring our children to the shore of safety. There never were so many temptations for young people as there are are now. The literary and the social influences seem to be against their spiritual interests. Christ seems to be driven almost entirely from the school and the pleasurable concourse, yet God knows how anxious we are for children. We cau not think of going into Heaven without them. We do not want to leave this life while they are tossing on the waves of temptation and away from God. From which of them could we consent to be eternally separated? Would it be Ihe son? Would it be the daughter? Would it be the eldest. Would it be the youngest? Would it be the one that is well and stout, or the one that is sick? Oh, I hear

some parent saying to-nigni: "i have tried my best to bring my children to Christ. I have laid hold of the oars until they bent in my grasp, and I have braced myself against the ribs of the boat, and I have pulled for their eternal rescue; but I can't get them to. Christ.** Then I ask you to imitate the men of the text and cry mightily unto God. We want more importunate praying for children, such as the father indulged in when he had tried to bring his six sons to Christ, and they had wandered off into dissipation. Then he got down in his prayers and said: “O, God! take away my life, if through that means my sons may repent and be brought to Christ;” and the Lord startingly answered the prayer, and in a few weeks the father was taken away, and through the solemnity the six sons fled unto God. Oh, that father could afford to die for the eternal welfare of his children! He rowed hard to bring them to the land, but could not, and then he cried unto the Lord. There are parents who are almost discouraged about their children. Where is your son to-night? He has wandered off, perhaps, to the ends of the earth. It seems as if he can not get far enough away from your Christian counsel. What does he care about the furrows that come to your brow; about the quick whitening of the hair; about the fact that your back begins to stoop with the burdens? Why, he would not care much if he heard you were dead! The blackedged letter that brought the tidings he would put in th esame package with other letters telling the story of his shame. What are you going to do? Both paddles broken at the middle of the blade, how can y on pull him ashore? I throw you oar now with which I believe you can bring him into the harbor. It is the glorious promise: “I will be a God to thee, and to thy seed after thee.” Oh, broken-hearted father and mother, you have tried everything else, now make an appeal for the help and omnipotence of the covenant-making God! and perhaps at your next family gathering—perhaps on Thanksgiving day, perhaps next Christmas day—the prodigal may be home; and if you crowd on his plate more luxuries than on any other plate at the table, I am sure the brothers will not be jealous, but they will wake up all the music in the house, "because the dead is alive again, and because the lost is found.” Perhaps your prayers have been answered already. The vessel may be coming homeward, and by the light of t his night’s stars that absent son may be pacing the deck of the ship, anxious for the time to come when he can throw his arms around your neck and ask for forgiveness for that he has been wringing your old heart so long. Glorious reunion! that will be too sacred for outsiders to look upon; but I would just like to look through the windows when you have all together again, and are seated at the banquet. Again, I remark that the unavailing effort of the Mediterranean oarsmen has a counterpart in the effort which we are making to bring this world back to God, His pardon, and safety. If this world could have been saved by human effort, it would have been done long ago. John 'Howard took hold of one oar, and Carey took hold of another oar, and Adoniram Judson took hold of another oar, and Luther took hold of another oar, and John Knox took hold of another oar, and they pulled until they fell back dead from the exhaustion. Some dropped in the ashes of martyrdom, some on the scalping knives of savages, and some

into the plague-struck room of the lazaretto; and still the chains are not broken, and still the despotisms are not demolished, and still the world is unsaved. What then? Put down the oars and make no effort? 1 do not advise that. But I want you, Christian brethren, to understand that the church, and the school, and the college, and the missionary society are only the instrumentalities; and if this work is ever done at all, God must do it, and He will do it, in answer to our prayer. “They rowed hard to bring it to the land, but they could not; wherefore they cried unto the Lord.” Again, the unavailing effort of those Mediterranean oarsmen has a counterpart in every man that is trying to row his own soul into safety. When the Eternal Spirit flashes upon us our condition, we try to save our lives. We say: ‘•Give me a stout oar for my right hand, give me a stout oar fdr ray left hand.and 1 will null myself into safety.”

! No. A wave of sin comes and dashes I ' yon one way, and a wave of temptation comes and dashes yon in another way, and there are plenty of rocks on which to founder, bnt seemingly no harbor into which to sail. Sin must be thrown overboard, or we must perish. There are men who have tried for years to become Christians. They believe all I say in regard to a future world. They believe that religion is the first, the last, the infinite necessity. They do everything but trust in Christ. They make sixty strokes in a minute. They bend forward with all earnestness, and they lie back until the muscles are distended, and yet they have not made one inch in ten years toward Heaven. What is the reason? That is not the way to go to work. You might as well take a frail skiff, and put it down at the foot of Niagara, and then head it up toward the churning thunbolt of waters, and expect to- work your way up through the lightning of foam into calm Lake Erie as for yon to try to pull yourself through the surf of your sin into the hope, and pardon, and placidity of the Gospel. You can not do it in that way. Sin b a rough sea, and longboat, yawl, pinnace and gondola go down unless the Lord deliver; but if you will cry to Christ and lay hold of Divine mercy, you are as safe from eternal condemnation as though you had been twenty years in Heaven. I wish I could put before my unpardoned readers their own helplessness. No human arm was ever strong enough to unlock the door of Heaven. No foot was ever mighty enough to break the shackle of sin. No oarsman swarthy enough to row himself into God's harbor. The wind is against you. The tide is against you. The law b against you. Ten thousand corrupting influences are against you. Helpless and undone. Not so helpless a sailor on a plank, midatlaniic. Not so helpless a traveler girded by twenty miles a prairie on fire. Prove it, you say. I will prove it. John vi., 44: “No man can come to me, except the Father which had sent me draw him.’ But while I have shown your helplessness, 1 want to put by the side of it the power and willingness of Christ to save you. I think it was in 1686 a vessel was bound for Portugal, but it was driven to pieces on an unfriendly coast! The captain had hb son with him, and with the crew they wandered up the beach,, and started on the long journey to find relief. After awhile, the son fainted by reason of hunger and the length of the way. The captain said to the crew: “Carry my boy for me on your

shoulders. 1 hey carried him on, but the journey was so long, that after awhile the crew fainted from hunger and from weariness, and could carry him no longer. Then the father rallied his almost wasted energy and took up his own boy, and put him on his shoulder, and carried him on mile after mile, mile after mile, until, overcome himself by hunger and weariness, he too fainted by the way. The boy lay down and died, and the father, just at the time rescue came to him, also perished, living only long enough to tell the story—and story, indeed! But glory be to God that Jesus Christ is able to take us up out of our shipwrecked and dying condition, and put us on the shoulder of His strength, and by the omnipotence of His Gospel bear us on through all the journey of this life, and at last through the opening gates of Heaven! He is mighty to save. Though your sin be long and black, and inexcusable, and outrageous, the very moment you believe I will proclaim pardon—quick, full, grand, unconditional, uncompromising, illimitable, infinite. Oh, the grace of God! I am overwhelmed when I come to think of it. Give me a thousand ladders, lashed fast to each other,that I may scale the height. Let the line run out with the anchor until all the cables of earth are exhausted, that we may touch the depth. Let the archangel fly in circuit of eternal ages in trying to sweep around this theme. Oh, the grace of God! It is so high. It is so broad. It is so deep. Glory be to God, that where man's oar gives out, God's arm begins! Why will ye carry your sins and your sorrows any longer when Christ offers to take them? Why will you wrestle down your fears when this moment you might give up and be saved? Do you not know that everything is ready? Plenty of room at the feast. Jesus has the ring of His love all'ready to put upon your hand. Come now and %it down, ye hungry ones, at the banquet. Ye who are in rags of sin, take the robe of Christ. Ye who are swamped by the breakers around you,, cry to Christ to pilot you into smooth, still waters. On account of the peculiar phase of the subject, I have drawn my present illustrations, you see, chiefly from the water. I remember that a vessel went to pieces on the Bermudas a great many years ago. It had a vast treasure on board. But the vessel being sunk, no effort was made to raise it. After many years had passed a company of adventurers went out from England, and, after a long voyage, they reached the place where the vessel was said to have sunk. They got into a small boat

ana noverea over me piaee. men the divers went down, and they broke through what looked like a limestone covering, and the treasures rolled out —what was found afterwards to bef in American money, worth one million five hundred thousand dollars, and the foundation of a great business house. At that time the whole world rejoiced over what was called the luck of these adventurers. Oh, ye who have been rowing toward the shore, and have not been able to reach it, I want to tell you to-night that your boat he vers over infinite treasure! All the riches of God are at your feet. Treasures that never fail, and crowns that never grow dim. Who will go down now and seek them? Who will dive for the pearl of great price? Who will be prepared for life, for death, for judgment, for the long eternity? See two hands of blood stretched out toward thy soul, as Jesus says: "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

A NEW INDUSTRY. m»wbmtUm Regard!** tbe Fotare *f Aril lull la the V«t The portions of the west which years ago were considered desert land, incapable of any utility to man, hare grown leas and leas in extent under the patient, intelligent skill of the farmer, until to-day waving green and evident prosperity reign where once the scorching sand proclaimed only a dreary waste. In western Kansas, southwestern Nebraska and the Cherokee Strip, as well as Colorado, New Mexico and further west, though by no means a desert waste, the land is still menaced and harassed by protracted droughts each' summer which scorch and burn vegetation and cause the farmer to despair of eking out a bare existence. To the relief of this existing eondition of affairs intelligent thought and skill have come, pot in the shape of revolutionizing the natural conditions but in successful adaptation to those conditions. Where heretofore the farmer has been obliged to struggle along with the discouragement of seeing his crops in part burn up, he is now promised success and prosperity. The conditions which mean failure to the raising of the customary crops proclaim life and maturity to the plum, prune and tart cherries, for these can be grown on plains without irrigation water, simply by intense cultivation, and these, it would seem, will be the future crops of the sections named. On this point the president of the leading Nursery company of Missouri says: “After having observed the west for some years and noticing the fruit grown, not only on a commercial scale, but trees here and there, I am convinced that there is a great future for western Kansas, southwest Nebraska and the Cherokee Strip, as well as Colorado, New Mexico and further west, in the growing of the stone fruits, chiefly plums, prunes and cherries; of the latter such varieties as Montana. Suda Hardy, Ostheimer, etc., the Lombard plum, the gages, prunes, etc. Some of the advantages are, favorable climate, a soil wonderfully rich, fifteen hundred miles nearer the market than the Pacific coast, aheap land, cheap rates, cheap labor, and the greatest advantage of all, in shipping green fruit, is that it may be allowed to come to maturity instead of pioking green as they do. on the coast; this fruit will for the same reason sell one-third higher on the Chicago markets, as Colorado peaches for the same reason sell onethird higher on the Denver markets than California sorts. “The plum, prune and cherry need little water comparatively;^^ is too much rain that makes the growth of these finer sorts hazardous and uncertain in the east. The country named belongs to the arid region. Sufficient rain falls there during the early spring to insure crops, and the one thing to do is to plant on a commercial scale. Success will follow. Half-way work and

neglect will not insure success there nor elsewhere. What has been done on the plains of Colorado can be done in western Kansas. “The apple and pear may also be grown in the same belt if enough work is done, but not so successfully, for the reason more water is required than for stone fruits which come to perfection in dry seasons. This year the plums and prunes throughout Missouri, Nebraska and Kansas, in the rain belts, are coming to maturity. If there had been the usual summer rains tbe fruit would hare rotted more or less, unless'sprayed. These fruits must have a dry climate. “Struggling farmers of western Kansas, who are trying to grow corn burnt out with the usual annual drought, should know and realise the possibilities in the culture of these fruits. If they get a crop of corn it may net them ten dollars per acre; the stone fruit will net them several hundred dollars per acre, and a ten-acre orchard worth more than a quarter section devoted to general farming. Think of it; try it. But start right, cultivate right, and be sure and plant the best trees, the best sorts. The majority of the failures are made from planting wrong sorts, a mistake that ought to be avoided. The annual drought that burns out the corn, is just the weather needed for maturing and insuring good crops of plums and prunes, especially for curing the prunes. Some of our friends in these very regions may be surprised to know that some of the finest fruit lands of the Pacific coast, only a few years ago, were considered a barren desert” A Warning from the Past. “And did you have a love affair once, auntie?” The pale face of the spinster aunt flushed, her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, dear,’,’ she answered. “I loved a noble, handsome young man. and he loved me; but we were parted by a cruel falsehood.” The young girl bent forward, listening eagerly. * “Yes,” resumed the old maiden aunt in a tremulous voice; “we were parted by a cruel lie. A false friend, a girl who wished him for herself, basely told him I was studying elocution.” That night a maiden’s golden tresses were put up in curl papers torn from the leaves of a volume entitled: “Twenty Standard Recitations.” A young girl nowadays does not need to have a house fall on her.—Puck

ABOUT PEOPLE IN GENERAL. The mother of Gen. Boulanger, who died in Paris, was ninety-two years of age. The salary and expense allowance Of President Casimir-Perier are $240,000 per year. George W. Cable has named his summer home at Northampton, Mass., “Staya while.” Rev. Dr. George K. Morris, pastor of St. Paul’s Methodist Episcopal church, Cincinnati, has been unanimously elected to the chair of practical theology in the Boston university.

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