Pike County Democrat, Volume 26, Number 13, Petersburg, Pike County, 9 August 1895 — Page 7

4Siu file County gt woaat H. K«a 8TOOP8, Editor ssd Proprietor, j PETERSBURG. • - • INDIANA. rWO DREAMS. two dreams came down to earth one nigh* From the realm of mtat and dew; 'One waa a dream of the old. old days, t And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of the shady lane That led to the pickerel pond. “Where the willows and rushes bowed them* selves To the brown old hills beyond. •And the people that peopled the old-time dream Were pleasant and fair to see. Wind the dreamer he walked with them agalia As often of old walked be. Oh. cool was the wind in the shady l ine That tangled his curly hair! Oh. sweet was the music the robins made To the springtime every where.’ VYe< it the dew the dream bad brought ... From yonder midnight skies. 'Or was it tears from the dear^dead years That lay in the dreamer’s eyes? The other dream ran fast and free. As the moon tentgnly shed Her golden grace on the smiling face la the little trundle bed. * For ‘baras a dream of time to come. Of the glorious noon of day. ■Of the summer that follows the careless spring. When the child is done with play. And ’twas a dream of the busy world. Where valorous deeds are done; •Of battles fought in the oause of right. And of victories nobly won. It breathed no breath of the dear old home And the quiet joys of youth: lit gave no glimpse of the good old friends. Or the old-time faith and truth- „* j But ’twas a dream of youthful hopes, And fast and free it ran, . And it told to a little sleeping child Of a boy become a man. These were the dreams that came one nlgbt To earth from yonder sky: Theje were the dreams two dreamers dreamed. My little boy and 1. .And in our hearts my bov and I Were glad that it was so; / Be loved to dream of days to conje. And 1 of long agoi So from our dreams my boy and 1 Unwillingly awoke. But neither of his precious dream { Unto the other spoke. Yet of the love we bore, those dreams Gave each his tender sign; For there was triumph in his eyes And there were tears in mine —Eugene Field, in Chicago Recoird.

JIBS. GALLUP’S TRIBULATIONS BY M. QUAD. FTER supper Mr. Gallup took hammer and nails and went out to make some repairs to the pigpen, leaving Mrs. Gallup singiug the •doleful ballad of Barbara Allen as she washed the supper dishes. Seven or •eight minutes had passed, and Mr. Gallup had just decided that he must drive three nails in the end of one 'Board and two in another, when Mrs. Gallup came running down the path with her face as pale as death and her eye6 hanging out as if they would drop on her toes. The “squire” happened to be looking toward the house and saw her advancing, but he spat on his hand and picked up the hammer and prepared to go ahead as if nothing had happened. “Samuel,” she gasped as she reached him and sank down on the grass, ‘lone or t’other of us won’t live to bear the -clock strike nine thiseavenin’! It may be you or it may be me, but the summons is sure to come! Let the pig-pen ;gro while I talk to ye!” Mjr. Gallup straightened up, drew a board toward him and gave an old nail three raps on the head with his hammer, and didn't exhibit the slightest interest in Mrs. Gallup's talk. “Jest as you went out,” she continued, blowing her nose on the skirt of her dress as a warning that tears and sobs would follow—“jest as you wept -out I went down cellar to see if t hem .peach pickles was softenin’ up any. You know I made them after Mrs. Martin’s receipt and never felt quite rsure about ’em. I was goin’ tow ards Ttlje crock and never thinkin’ of any

■**I*Ui TRLL YOU WHO HAS BORROWED MX FLAT IRONS.” ihin" when all at once a black cat spit •At me and jumped outer the window. "Yes, I heard her spit and saw her as plain as I see you, and I tell you, Sammel, that was no cat belongin' to thiis may bur hood! Indeed, it was no livin' cat at all, but the speqrit of one sen t ho bear the summons!” Mr. Gallup stood ^nd looked down on her for a moment, while his jaws ^slowly worked at his quid of tobacco, but he hadn’t a word to say about the oat. Mrs. Gallup's tears came, an d the oleeTes of her dress had to answier for a handkerchief. “As I saw the oat the summons must be for me,” she said, as she tried, hard ho choke back her emotions. “That was the way Mrs. Hopkins and Mrs. Sebee was both warned, you know. Both went down cellar and saw strange Idack eats, and within a few hours hhey were dead. Samuel, you don't

think it could poaafbly be a black cat from Tarrytown, do you—one which got strayed over here?” Mr. Gallup wanted a piece of board seven feet long to fit a particular spot. The piece he had at hand was only six feet long, and he was wondering how he oould add the other foot, and he didn’t appear to hare heard her question. She got her eyes elear of tears and moved out of his way and went on: ’‘Yes, Samuel. I’ve got to go hence. 1 did want to live to see how the cow* cumbers, and squashes would turn out this year, and to try that new remedy for ’tater-bugs, but when the Lord sends a black cat after me it means that ! must spread my wings and fly to that land where cowcumbers and ’tater-bugs are not. Don't you want to come into the house and kinder pet me afore I go? Mebbe I’ll be asked up i in lleaven what you was doin’ when I I expired, and I'd kinder hate to say you was tixin’ the hog-pen;” Mr. Gallup decided to try the sixfoot board over the seven-foot hole, and ♦rust to luck for shortage. He gave a glance at Mrs. Gallup,*noticed that she was using the leaf of a burdock to wipe her red nose on, and then began driving the first nail. ‘ Come to think it over, you needn't pet me,” she said, as \he hammer ceased to fall. ‘T’ve lived fur thirtyseven years without pettin’, and 1 kin go to mv grave the same way. You’ll git married agin, of course, and yea'll

** ‘d’ye 8I*OSE THEY HEV QUILT FRAMES IX HEAVEX?’” go around chuckin’ your second wife under the chin and pinchin’ her ear and callin' her your dais}”, but I shan’t be mad about it. I’ll be up in Heaven, bangin’ on a golden harp and stagin' as hard as l kin. and I shan’t know whether you act like a dunce or a jestice of the peace. Samuel, d’ye spose they her quilt-frames in Heaven?” Mr.^ Gallup was about to drive another nail, but the question startled him so that he dropped it among the weeds and grass, and got down on his knees to make a search. He was still pawing around when Mrs. Gallup leaned up against the hog-pen and sobbed seven or eight times, and then got the better of her emotions and finished; “Because, if they hev, I’d rather make bed quilts than to play on a harp. I never tried to play on anythin’ but an accordion, and I’m afraid the other angels will snicker at me. Hpwever. I’ll try my best, of course. Let’s see? To-day is Thursday. If I expire to-night you kin hev the funeral on Sunday afternoon, and in that way you won’t lose any time from bisness. The roads are purty dusty, but I can’t help that. When the Lord sends fur anyone he’s got to go, no matter what the weather is. I was talkin’ with Mrs. White yisterday, and she said you’d probably paint the front doorsteps fur your second wife. Hev you decided on the color, Samuel?” Mr. Gall up gave over his hunt for the nail and fished up another from his hind pocket and drove it into the board. He was very slow and deliberate about it, but Mrs. Gallup pulled her nose and wiped her eyes and patiently waited for him to finish. Then she said: “I’d paint ’em sky blue, if I was you. That's a rejoicin’ color, and of course you’ll be rejoicin’ that I hev soared away and that you’ve got a young wife. Before I go i want to tell you that Mrs. Davison owes me a cup of white sugar and a nutmeg, and that the spout came off the tea kettle this mornin’ and I had to tie it on with a string. You orter put a new hinge on that henhouse dpor, and you needn’t wait till arter the funeral if you don’t want to, The hens ought to be looked out fur, whether I’m livin’ or dead. Are you listenin’ to me, Samuel?” Mr. Gallup was busy with the fourth nail, and pounding on the board had also loosened a knot and left a hole, and it probably didn’t occnr to him that Mrs. Gallup was within forty miles of the spot. “Well,” she said, as she rose up and looked over into the pen at the spotted pig lying down after his feed. “I’U go into the house and be all ready. If you come in before my mortal speerit flies away I'll tell you who has borrowed my flatirons and who owes me three drawin’s of tea. If you don’t it will be jest the same, and you kin go ahead with the funeral and git a second wife. Good-by, Samuel—I’m goin* to soar!” When she had gone Mr. Gallup nailed a three-foot board over the one-foot hole, pulled up a lot of pig-weeds and threw into the pen for a relish, and as he sauntered towards the louse in the deepening1 twilight he heard Mrs. Gallup singing “Golden Gates” and knew that site still lived.—Detroit Free Press. tm Swedish Criminal Law. A curious point in Swedish criminal law is that confession is necessary before a capital sentence can be carried out. If, however, the culprit persists in protest ing his innooence in the face of overpowering evidence the prison discipline is made extremely revere until the desired confession is obtained. —Chicago Times-Herald,

USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE. —French Toast—To one egrg thor» ®ughly beaten pat one cup of sweet milk and a little salt Slice light bread and dip into the mixture, allow* ing each slice to. absorb some of the milk; then brown on a hot buttered griddle; spread with butter, and serve hot—Western Rural. —Fresh Pineapple,—Cut it round two inches from the top. Cut the lower piece lengthwise, just through the skin, then peel round without breaking the skin. Lift the outside off and slice the inside around. Sprinkle pul* rerized sugar between each layer and cover it with the rind again. Put a small piece on top, then it will look like the uncut pineapple. Serve, using a fork to lift out the layers.—Chicago Record. ■ ~ —Crenm of Beet Soup.—Grate the beets after they are pared and then bring them to boiling point in one ] quart of chicken stock. Pat one quart j milk in a double boiler, moisten four I table spoons of corn starch, add to it ■ the hoi milk, stir and cook for five j minutes, and then turn this into the j beet puree. Add a palatable season- j ing of salt and pepper and passthrough j a very* fine sieve. Add two tablespoons i butter and serve at once.—Housekeeper. —Chinese Souffle.—Two tablespoons ; butter, one tablespoon flour, one-half cup milk, one cup grated cheese, three eggs beaten separately, one-half teaspoon salt, speck of cayenne. Heat butter, add flour and seasoning, stir until thick, add milk, cook two minutes, add well-beaten yolks of eggs and J cheese, then carefully cat in stiff j whites. Bake in quick oven over twen- ; ty minutes. May be made with potato instead of cheese.—Cooking School.— Farm and Fireside. \ —Cold Crabs.—Pick the meat opt from the shells and claws of boiled crabs; add some bread crumbs, paprika, essence of anchovy, two spoonfuls of vinegar, some clarified butter, and a spoonful of cider vinegar; mix thoroughly. Clean the shells and fill them with the mixture. Pound the spawn in a mortar, pass it through a sieve, i and lay it over the crabs in fancy j shapes. Garnish with parsley and the j claws. The meat of one crab will fill but one shell—Harper’s Bazar. —Pickled Red Cabbage.—Procure a firm, good-sized cabbage, and after removing any straggling leaves, cut it in quarters and then slice thin. Sprinkle well with salt and set aside for fortyeight hours. Then drain off the salt liquor which has formed, and pour over the cabbage a pickle of hot vinegar in which has been boiled for each quart of vinegar, one ounce of salt, one-quar-ter of an ounce of black pepper corns, two sticks of mace, a little cinnamon and some cloves. Place in jars, cover and let stand until the cabbage is cold; fasten tightly. Cauliflower may be piekied in the same way.—Ladies’ Home Journal.

SORE MOUTH IN BABIES. Simple Treatment of > Terr Annoying Ailment. Young children are very liable to affections of the month which, though not dangerous, invariably produce discomfort and fretfulness. One of the commonest causes of sore mouth in babies is to be found in the irritation of teething,though any local irritant will cause the same trouble. Another frequent cause is gastric disturbance, a fact which is shown by the acidity of the stomach and by the character of the intestinal discharges. The first indication which usually appears in cases of inflammation of the lining membranes of the mouth is restlessness on the part of the infant, aud an indisposition to nurse. On looking into the mouth we observe that the gums and other parts are reddened and inflamed in certain places, and here and there are white specs like pimples. If the inflammation is not cared for and promptly subdued, these pimples soon break down and become open sores. The principal point in the treatment of sore mouth is to correct any general or special cause upon which the local trouble seems to be dependent The bowels should be kept regulated, and the acidity of the stomach controlled. If the disturbances of the stomach and bowels are not very marked a little magnesia or limewatpr added to the milk, or given separately, will prove all that is required. As a local remedy n*e may wash out the mouth with a mild preparation like borax and water or a solution of alum and carbolic acid. There is no speciaL rule to be followed in preparing washes for the mouth, except that they shall be cleansing and non-irritating. A very good way to treat sore mouth is to swab out the mouth carefully with warm water two or three times a day, afterward putting on the tongue a pinch of powder made of equal parts of powdered white sugar and borate of soda. We should remember, however, in treating this affection, that it rarely comes of itself, but is almost always significant of some more general disturbance.—Youth’s Companion. Self-Comptaeencj. There are some people whose selfjomplacency seems hard to disturb. A well-g»jc>unded idea of their own value and self-importance may account for their enviable state of mind, and it is comfortable never to be troubled with a doubt that one is not “just as good as the next man.” But another cause of assertive self-complacency must be a quickness of wit which can always cap some one else's achievement with another equally as good. Whether or not the self-complacent mood be agreeable to- the egotist or the reverse, its too frequent display is apt to make a person appear somewhat ridiculous. An old copybook axiom declares that “modesty is the banner of merit,” and boastful persons areapttomake claims which their social world discounts. It is well for most of us to aim at a higher eminence, not to rest satisfied with our present attainments. The poet who speaks of “a divine despair” had uot foolishly complacent people in hi* mind's eye.—Harper’s Bazar.

TALMAGE’S SERMON. Leaaons Taught by Jonah’s Interrupted Voyage. There be Many Who Fay Their Fere to Torehieh. not Merer (Set There — Men Who Sleep lo the Midst of Denser. Rev. T. Dr Witt Talmage who is still absent from New York on his summer lecture tour, selects the following sermon for publication this week. The subject is “Man Overboard,'’ being based on the text: “So the shipmaster came to him. sad said i onto him: What meanest thou. Oh. sleeper? Arise, call up© a \hv God. if so be that God Kill think upon us, 'hat we perish not. -—Jonah. L. a God told Jonah to go to Xinevah on | an unpleasant errand. He would not] go. He thought to get away from his ■ doty by putting to sea With pack uuderhisarm. I find him on his way to Joppa, a sea port. He g>ps down among the shipping, and says to the men lying around on the doeks: ‘ Which of these vessels sails to-day?” The sailors answer: “Yonder is a vessel to Tarshish. I think, if you hurry, yon may get on board her.” Jon ah steps on board thorough craft, asks how mnch the fare is, pays it Anchor is weighed, sails are hoisted, and the rigging begins to rattle intithe strong breeze of the Mediterranean. Joppa is an exposed harbor, and it does not take long for. the vessel to get out on the broad sea. The sailors like what they call a “spanking breexeV” and the plunge of the vessel from the crest of a tall wave is exhilarating to those at home on the deep. But the strong breeze becomes a gale, the gale a hurricane. The affrighted passengers ask the captain If he ever saw anything like this before. *'Oh, yes,” he says: “this is nothing.” Mariners are slow to admit danger to landsmen. But, j after awhile, erash goes the mast, and the vessel pitches so far “a-beam’s-end” there is fear she will not be righted. The captain answers few questions, and orders the throwing out of boxes and bundles, and of so much of the cargo as they can get at The captain at last confesses there is but little hope, and tells the passengers that they had better go to praying. It is seldom that a sea captain is an athiest, lie knows that there is a God, for he has seen Him at every point of latitude between Sandy Hook and Queenstown. Capt. Moody, commanding the Cuba, of the Cunard line, at Sunday service led the music and sang like a Methodist. The captain of this Mediterranean craft, having set the passengers to praying, goes around examining the vessel at every point. He descends into the cabin to see whether, in the strong wrestling of the waves, the vessel had sprung aleak, and he finds Jonah asleep. Jonah had had a wearisome tramp, and had spent many sleepless nights about questions of duty, and he is so sound asleep that all the thunder of the storm and the screaming of the passengers does not disturb him. The captain lays hold of him, and begins to shake him out of his unconsciousness with the cry: “Don’t you see that we are all going to the bottom? Wake up and go to praying, if you have any God to go to. What meanest thou. Oh, sleeper? Arise, call upon thy God, if so be that God will think upon us, that w© perish not.” The rest of the story 1 will not rehearse, for you know it well. To appease the sea, they threw Jonah overboard.

Learn that the devil takes a man s money and then sets him down in a poor landing place. The Bible says he paid his fare to Tarshish. But see him get out H The sailors bring him to the side of the ship, lift him over “the guards” and let him drop with a loud splash into the waves. He paid- his fare all the way to Tarshish, but did not cret the worth of his money. Neither does anyone who turns his back on his duty and does that which is not right There is a young man who, during the past year, has spent a large part of his salary in carousal. What has he gained by it? A soiled reputation, a half-starved purse, a dissipated look, a petulant temper, a disturbed conscience. The manacles of one or two bad habits that are pressing tighter and tighter will keep on' until they wear to the bone. You paid your fare to Tarshish, but you have been set down in the midst of a sea of disquietude and perplexity. One hundred dollars for Sunday horse hire! One hundred dollars for wine suppers! One hundred dollars for cigars! One hundred dollars for frolics that shall be nameless! Making four hundred dollars for his damnation! Instead of being in Tarshish now, he is in the middle of the Mediterranean. Here is a literary man, tired of the faith of his fathers, who resolves to launch out into what is called Free Thinking. He buys Theodore Parker’s works for twelve dollars; Renan’s “Life of Christ” for one dollar and fifty cents; Andrew Jackson Davis’ works for twenty dollars. Goes to hear infidels talk at the clubs, and to see spiritualism at the table-rapping. Talks glibly of David, the Psalmist, as an old libertine; of Paul as a wild enthusiast; and of Christ as a decent kind of a man—a little weak in some respects, but almost as good as himself. Talks smilingly of Sunday as a good day to put a little extra blacking on One’s boots; and of Christians as, for the most part, hypocrites; and of eternity as “the great to be,” the everlasting now,” or “the infinite what is it” Some day he gets his feet very wet, and finds himself that night chilly. The next morning has a hot mouth, and is headachy. Send word over to the store that he will not be there to- | day. Bathes his feet; has mustard i plasters; calls the doctor. The medt ieal man says aside; “This is going to [be a bad case of congestion of the

tangs.” Voice fails. Children mast be kept down stairs, or sent to the neighbors, to keep the house quiet. Yon say: “Send for the minister.** But no; he does not believe in ministers. Yon say: “Read the Bible to him.” No; he does not -believe in the Bible. A lawyer comes in, and, sitting by his bedside, writes a document that begins: “In the name of God, amen. 1, being of sound mind, do make this my last will and testament.” It is certain where the sick man’s body will be in less than a week. It is quite certain who will get his property. But what will be come of his soul? It will go into “the great to be.” or “the everlasting now,” or “the infinite what is it.” Ills soul is in deep waters, and the wind is “blowing great guns.” Death cries: "Orerboard with the unbeliever!” A splash! He goes to the bottom. He paid five dollars for his ticket to Tarshish when he bought the infidel books. He landed in per-^tion! Every farthing you speau in sin satan will swindle yon out of. He promises you shall have thirty per cent, or a great dividend. He lies. He will sink all the capital. Yon may pay full fare to some sinful success, but you will never get to Tarshish. Learn how soundly men will sleep in the midst of danger. Tbe worst sinner on shipboard, considering the light he had, was Jonah. He was a member of the church, while they j were heathen. The sailors were en- j gaged in their lawful calling, following the sea. The merchants on board, I suppose, were going down to Tarshish to barter; but Jonah, notwithstanding his Christian profession, was flying from duty. He was sound asleep in the cabin. He has been motionless for hours—his arms and feet in the same posture as when he lay down—his breast heaving with deep respiration. Oh! how could he sleep? What if the ship struck a rock! what if it sprang aleak! what if the clumsy oriental craft should capsize! What would become of Jonah? In the year 1775, the captain of* a Greenland whaling vessel found himself at night surrounded by icebergs, and “lay to” until morning, expecting every moment to be ground to pieces. In the morning he looked about, and saw a ship near by. He hailed it No answer. Getting into a boat with some of the crew,-he pushed out for the mysterious craft. Getting near by, he saw through the port hole a man at a stand, as though keeping a log book. He hailed him. Noanswer. He went on board the vessel,and found the man sitting at the log book frozen to death. The log book was dated 1763, showing that the vessel had been wandering for thirteen years among the ice. The sailors were found frozen among the hammocks, and others in the cabin. For thirteen years this ship had been carrying its burden of corpses. f So. from this Gospel craft to-day I descry voyagers for eternity. I cry: “Ship, ahoy! ship, ahoy!” No answer. They float about, tossed and ground by the icebergs of sin, hoisting no sail for Heaven. I go on board. I find all asleep. It is a frozen sleeps O. that my Lord Jesus would come aboard, and lay hold of the wheel, and steer the craft flown into the warm Gulf Stream of His mercy! Awake, thou that sleepest! Arise from the dead, aud Christ shall give thee life.

Again: .Notice that men are aroused by the most unexpected means. If Jonah had been told one year before that a heathen sea captain would ever awaken him to a sense of danger he would hare scoffed at the idea; but here it is done. So now, men in strangest ways are aroused from spiritual stupor. A profane man is brought to conviction by the shocking blasphemy of a comrade. A man attending church and hearing a sermon from the text: “The ox knoweth its owner,” etc., goes home unimpressed; but, crossing his barn yard, an ox comes up and licks his hand, and he says; “There it is now— ‘the ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib,’ but I do not know God.” The careless remark of a teamster has led a man to thoughtfulness and Heaven. The child’s remark: “Father, they have prayers at uncle’s house—why don’t we have them*’” has brought salvation to the dwelling. By strangest way and in the most unexpected manner men are awakened. The gardener of the Countess of Huntington was convicted of sin by hearing the countess on' the opposite side of the wall talk about Jesus. John Hardoak was aroused by a dream in , which he saw the last day, and the Judge sitting, and heard his own name called with terrible emphasis: “John Hardoak, come to judgment!”* The Lord has a thousand ways of waking up Jonah. Would that the messages of mercy might now find their way down into the sides of the ship, and. that many who are unconsciously rocking in the awful tempest of their sin might hear the warning: “What meanest thou, 0, sleeper? Arise, and call upon thy God!” Again. Learn that a man may wake up too late. If. instead of sleeping, • Jonah had been on his knees confessing his sins from the time he went on board the craft, I think that God would have saved him from being thrown overboard. But he woke up too late. The tempest is in full blast, and the sea, in convulsion, is lashing l itself, and nothing will stop it now, I but the overthrow of Jonah. So men sometimes wake up too late. The last hour has come. The man has no more r idea of dying than 1 have of dropping down this moment. The rigging is all white with the foam of death. How chilly the night is! “I must die,” he says, “yet not ready. I must push out upon this awful sea, but have nothing with which to pay my fare. The white caps! The darkness! The hurricane! How long have I been sleep ng? Whole days,and months, and years. I am quite awake now, I see everything, but it is too late.” Invisible hands take him up. He struggles to get loose. In vain. They bring his soul, to the verge.* They let it down over the side.

The winds howL The sea opens its frothing’ Jaws to swallow. He haa pone forever. And while the canvas cracked and the yards rattled, end the ropes thnmped, the sea took op the funeral dirge. playing with open diapason of midnight storus. “Be* cause I have called and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand and no man regarded; but ye have set at naught all my counsel, and would node of my reproof; I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh. ** Now. lest any of you should make this mistake, I address you in the words of the Mediterranean sea captain: “What meaneth thou, O sleeper? Arise, call upon thy God, if so be that God will think upon us. that we perish not.” If you have a God, you had better call upon Him. Do you say: “I have no God?” Then you had better call upon your father's God. When your father was in trouble, who did he fly to? You heard him, in his old days, tell about some terrible exposure in a suow storm, or at sea, or in battle,. or among midnight garroters, and how he escaped. Perhaps twenty years befqra you were born, your father made sweet' acquaintance with God. There is something in the worn pages of the Bible he used to read which raakee you think your father had a God. In the old religious books lying around the house there are passages marked with a lead pencil—passages that make yon thick your father was not a godless man, but that, on that dark day when he lay in the back room dying, he was ready—all ready. But perhaps your tether was a bad man— prayerless, and a blasphemer, and you never think,of him without a shudder. He worshiped the world or his own appetites. Do not, then, 1 beg of you, call upon your tether's God, but call on your mother's God. I think she was good. You remember when your tether came home drunk on a cold" night, how patient, your mother was. You often heard her pray. She used to sit by the hour meditating, as though she were thinking of some good, warm place where it never gets cold, and where the bread does L: not fail, and staggering steps never come. You remember her now. as she sat, in cap and spectacles, reading her Bible Sunday afternoons. What good advice she used to give you! How black and terrible the hole in the ground looked to yon when, with two ropes, they let her down to rest in the graveyard. Ah! I think from your looks that I am on the right track. Awake. O sleeper, and call upon thy mother’s God. But perhaps both your, father and mother were depra ved. Perhaps your cradle was rocked by sin and shame, and it is a wonder that from such a starting you have come to respectability. Then don't call upon the God of either of your parents, I beg of you. But you have children. You know God kindled those bright eyes, and rounded those healthy limbs, and set beating within their breast an immortality. Perhaps in the belie,f that somehow it would be for the best, yon have taught them to say an evening prayer, and when they kneel beside yon and fold their little hands, and look up, their faces all innocence and love, you know that there is a God somewhere about iu the room. I think I am on the right'track at last Awake, 0 sleeper, and call upon the God of thy children. May He set these little ones to pulling at thy heart until they charm thee to the same God to whom to-night they will say their little prayers!

nut, aias: aias: some or tnese men and women are. unmoved by the fact that their father had a God, and that their mother had a God, and their children have a God, bnt they have no God. All pious example to them for nothing. AJ1 warning for nothing. They are sdund asleep in the side of the ship, though the sea and sky are in mad wrestle. Many years ago a man. leaving his family in Massachusetts, sailed from Boston to China, to trade there. On the coast of China, in the midst of a night of storm, he made shipwreck. The adventurer was washed on the beach senseless—all his money gone.' He had to beg in the streets of Canton to keep from starving. For two years there was no communication between himself and family. They supposed him dead. He knew not but that his family were dead. He had gone out as a captain. He was too proud to come back as a private sailor. But after awhile he choked down his pride and sailed for Boston. Arriving there, he took an evening train for the. center of the state, where he had left his family. Taking the stage at the depot, and riding a score of miles, he got home. He says that, going up in front of the cottage in the bright moonlight, the place looked like Heaven. He rapped on the window, and the affrighted servant ’ let him in. He went to the room where his wife and child were sleeping. He did not dare to wake them up for fear of the shock. Bending over to kiss his child’s cheek, a tear fell upon the wife's face, and she awakened, and he said, “Mary,’* and she knew his voice, and there was an indescribable scene of welcome and joy, and thanksgiviug to God. To-day 1 know that many of you are sea-tossed, and driven by sin in a worse storm than that which came down on the coast of China, and yet I pray God that you may, like the sailor, live to get home. In the house of many mansions your friends. are waiting to meet y oil They are wondering why you do not come. Escaped from the shipwrecks of earth, may yon at last go ini It vvill be a bright night—a very bright night as you put jour thumb on the latch of that door. Once in, you will find the old family faces sweeter than when yon last saw them, and there it will be found that He who was your father’s God, and your mother’s God, and your children’s God, is your own most blessed Redeemer, to whom be glory and dominionthroughout all ages, world without end. Amen. Ha who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.—Qryd<ui.