Pike County Democrat, Volume 27, Number 45, Petersburg, Pike County, 19 March 1897 — Page 3

————mm—■—————1 *-- j (Counts flrmorrat Ml McC. sxoors. Editor and Proprietor. PETERSBURG, - - INDIANA. A LEGEND. There Is % legend he that runs may read. * That when a little child was called stray Vs make Heaven brighter, sore disquieted. The mother's tears kept falling day by day. Ch vain for her that the soft touch of Changed* the chill white world to a living green, Chat robins sang and skies were welcoming. And on the hills ten thousand flowers were seen. Ood tried to help her, but she listened not; He touched her gently, but she drew away; fie swung s censer of forget-me-not i Between her and her helpless agony. •Tv. as all In vain, for still the mother wept. 1’ntll at length In dreams through the dark hours Che wandered far where the lost gems were

Kepi Within the country ot the fadeless Sowers. .And as she journeyed, to her side there came The same lost darling that she thought was dead, . . j ' Searing a heavy pitcher full of tears— They carry every tear that mothers shed. •Twas such a heavy burden, and the child Chided the mother for its weary weight. And begged her for her sake be reconciled: 0‘erburdened, Heaven itself was desolate. Che caught the precious darting to her heart. And threw the heavy burden far away: Wandered together in green Helds apart And heard the songs of wondrous melody. And when she waked she dried her weeping eyes. Bathed her hot cheeks: no teardrop lingered there t«e*t It might grieve the child in Paradise And add a weight she was too small to bear. Perhaps some heart bereaved may read these lines. God help thee, dear, to Him be reconciled; * Thy little one is safe with Him betimes: Oh. lift the burden from the Heavenly child! —-Nelly H. Woodworth, in Boston Journal. AN AUDITOR,

ADY CAR LINGFORD was a woman with a purpose in life, expending her energies on every kind of ebarliable work amongst the poor. By way of recreation she o c cf aeionally turned her attention to other

aflairs. Her most recent idea was that my society was not desirable for her youngest daughter, Nora, 1 was not surprised, therefore, at the manner in w hich she greeted me w hen 1 called. “Good afternoon, Mr. Aynesv.orth,“ •he said, coldly, as she laid aside some knitting. Lady Carlingford was continually, engaged upon the making of Altogether impossible garments for people who did not want them. “1 thought we had ugreed that—” i “Exactly. Lady Carlingford,” I broke in, cheerfully; “we agreed that I should not call here for the present, but alas!" I added, w ith a sigh, “duty must be attended to,” And I held up a neat little parcel in brown paper which I had brought with me. Young Clarence Carlingford, a boy of 14, who was sitting behind his mother, began to grin. “Does that,” said Lady Carlingford, looking at the parcel througfejsar lorgnettes. “represent duty?” “Yes. As you know,” I Continued, with a modest air, “I take an active interest in social work amongst the poor.” Lady C arlingford appeared surprised. “Indeed?” she said, politely. Young Lance, catching my eye, deliberately winked at me. “Being aware of this, Mr. Stafford, who usually audits the books of the Pear-lane soup kitchen, came and asked me to undertake the work; he was so busy—” “Mr. Stafford busy!” exclaimed Lady Carlingford. “I did .not know that he bat! ever done anything in this world, beyond the work you refer to!” “O. no,” I explained; “that is quite a mistaken impression. Stafford doesn’t talk much, but I can assure you he gets through a tremendous amount of hard work.” Young Lance suddenly crammed hit> handkerchief into his mouth. “Well?” said Lady Carlingford. the tone was not encouraging. I drew myself up, and assumed a business like manner.

“To-morrow.** I said, “I have to submit my auditing1 report to the commit* tee. I hare examined the books, but there are a few discrepancies, which 1 should like explained. As Miss Nora keeps the accounts I thought you would pardon my calling; It is quit* a business matter.” Young Lance rose from his seat and made for the door; he seemed to be agitated. “It was quite right of you, Mr. Arnesworth,” said Lady Carlingford. graciously. “Baring all the details of the •oop kitchen work at my finger tips, I •hall be pleased to answer any questions.” This almost nnnerred me; howerer, young Lance behaved in a most intelligent manner. “All right!" he cried, as he banged the door open. “1*11 fetch Nora in a jiffey!" “Lancelot!” cried his mother, sharply; her son obliged me by pretending not to hear. Lady Carlingford was thought!ul for • moment or so; then, resuming her knitting, she remarked: “You know we are going away tomorrow, Mr. Aynesworth?” Aaif that was not the very reason that

I had bullied good-natured old Stafford into lending me the books! The facto ■ am these: Nora was a girl of spirit, and, what was better, had attained her majority. If. she had consented to be my wife, I did not think her mother’s views on the subject would have carried undue Influence; the difficulty was, that matters had not reached this happy stage when Lady Carlingford had devoted her attention to the affair, dlnco then, of course, I had been allowed no opportunity, and now they were leaving for a long visit. The thought of what might happen during this time had made me resolve upon a desperate effort. Nora came into the room. Never, in my opinion, had she presented a daintier appearance. “Good afteynoon, Mr. Aynesworth," she said, a slight blush on either cheek. Lance tells me there are some errors in the soup kitchen accounts. Are they very dreadful?” she added, a suspicion of a smile playing round the corners of her mouth. “Well,** I said, officiously, “there are several matters to be gone into.** It was a long room, with rather a low ceiling, and the afterhoon was drawing

to a close. “Bring the books to the little table u, the window*** said Nora; “you will see better.** I followed her up the room. Lady Carlingford glanced after us with a doubtful expression, but said nothing. “The first thing,” I began, as I untied the parcel—I was rather curious to see what the books were like—“is the question of—er—soup.** J “What's that. Mr. Aynesworth?” cried out Lady Carlingford from her end. Nora, w ho was sitting behind a large fern, her face hidden from her mother’s' view, began to laugh. “I was going to say. Lady Carlings ford.” I continued, wondering what oq er.rth an auditor would be likely to talk about—“O, that I could not find a voucher for the—er—vegetables,” I finished. I thought this was good. “Voucher” sounded business like, and I knew that vegetables were required for soup. “If you will kindly look at the Saccounts,” replied Lady Carlingford, in withering tones, “you will see that no ■vegetables whatever were purchased. My gardener supplied the entire quan titv.” I looked, but saw nothing of the kind. ITcwever. I took her word for it. “Yes, of course.” I agreed, hurriedly. “How stupid of me!” Nora was enjoying herself immensely behind the fern. “Anything else?” said Lady Carling ford, in a voice that made me shiver. I decided on a bold move. “Yes,” I said. “I do not agree the cast.” ' I found a book that had figures in it and pushed it towards Nora. “\\ ould you mind t rying the pence of that column?” I said. She bent her head over the book and examined it intently. It was upside down, by the way. “Do you make it nine?” I queried, anxiously. I . ■ “No, eightpence-halfpenny.” she replied. “1 .et's try it together!” she added, as if inspired. I drew up my chair close to hers.! A servant entered the room and engaged Lady Carlingford's attention. It was now or never. I thought. “Nora.” I wh ispered, “your mot her

NORA CAME INTO THE ROOM. has asked me not to call—you are going away to-morrow, and I may never have another opportunity. You know I care for you more than for any other woman in this world. Will you—•” “Is there any mistake?*’ came from the other end of the room. “We are. trying the cast, mamma!” faltered Nora. “Lady Carlingford can have no real objection,” I went on, hurriedly; “she will come round in time. Nora, will you be my wife?" Her little finger was trembling, as it wandered aimlessly up and down the lines of figures. “Haven’t you finished with Mr. Aynesworth?” cried Lady Carlingford. I looked at Nora anxiously. “No, mamma.” she said, calmly. “1 haven’t. I am going to marry him.” As I predicted. Lady Carlingford eventually saw matters from our point of view. It is always better to accept the inevitable with a good grace.—The Magnet Magazine. Sat on aa laaslsarjr Paptl. Dorothy had the chairs gathered around her and was sitting quietly io among them, evidently much engaged. Just whatjrhK was doing her grandmamma did noy know, but she sat down tor a momenr in one of the chairs to smile at tbjs little girl and learn the cause of Her absorption. “If yon would not mind, grad mamma,” saidgDorothy, “would you please take andf tr chair. You are sitting on a little girl.” She was playing school.—N. Y. Times. —Dreadful things slip off one’s tongue when angry, things that spring up at the moment and come out hot, and which they afterwards repeat of haw* ing said.—F. F. Mon tree aos.

- * WIT AND WISDOM. —In Boston.—“We enjoyed our riaitf to the coal mine eery much, mamma. We went down 800 feet in the elevator—* “In the depressor, you mean, Janet.-—Chicago Tribune. —The New Necessity.—The Governess —“I know French and German—” Mrs. Cptodate—“That is not sufficient. I want some one who can teach my children Scotch.”—Brooklyn Life. —“What on earth induced you, John? You gave that waiter five dollars for a tip, and he was the worst I ever—” “That’s just it, my dear. I wanted to enable him to retire.”—Harper’s Bazar. —The Same Thing.—Castieton—“Fiddieback is making love to an heiress.” “Ah, I heard him say that be was trying to get a large amount of capital interested in a reorganization scheme.”— Life. —Bacon—“Your wife plays a good game of croquet, does she not?” Egbert—“Yes.” “But she plays rather a I conservative game, doesn’t she?” I “Well, yes; I never heard her swear.”— YonkeTs Statesman. —“There is no occasion for you to | envy me,” said the prosperous person. “I have as many troubles as you.” “I allow you do, mister,” admitted Dismal Dawson, “but the difficulty with me is | that I ain't got nothing else.”—Indian- : apolis Journal. —Thoughtless.—“Of course,”said the j | jeweler, “you meant well, but don’t do j that again.” “What do you mean?” in- i | quired the man in charge of the re- j pair deportment. ! “You charged that j last man so much that instead of har- j ing his old watch fixed he bought a j i new one that I had marked down to j i cost as an advertisement.”—Washing- j ten Star. —Her Plan.—He—“Do you believe in ] long engagements?” She—“Well, it all j depends.” He—*1 don’t understand.” i ; She—“If he has plenty of money and is j \ inclined to be liberal, a long engage- j | ment is the thing; but if he cannot af- I ford boxes at the opera and such j ; things I always make hjs regime very j i short.”—Philadelphia Leader. THE FRENCH IN AMERICA.

Most Sotmorthy la the Canadian Contribution. The French element in the United States at the present time embraces various groups. The French of Louisiana include the dwellers in and around the picturesque old capital of New Orleans—erotic among American cities with its French survivals, its dream of past commercial dominion, and its vision of future power; and the simple and ignorant Acadian farmers, continuing the primitive customs of the basin of; Grand Fre, along the tranquil waters of the Aesche, remote from the corroding touch of busy modem life. The metis, or half breeds, also survivals of the old French days, are scattered in considerable numbers through the northwest, as packmen, boatmen and lumbermen. But the most noteworthy French element in the United States at the present time consists iu the French Canadians who begun about 20 years ago to cross the border into this country. This movement was due in part to the expansive power of this fecund people and impart to the effort of New England mill owners to bring them as operatives. The result has been to introduce a new strain of French influence into this country. The United States census of 1890 reports 537,000 white persons having either one or both parents born in Canada and Newfoundland of French extraction. Leading French Canadians deny the correctness of this report, and on the basis of church records hold that it should be more than doubled. The French Canadians are; founa in greatest numbers in the North Atlantic states and the North Central states. As a rule they are grouped in settlements of their own, aiming to preser\ & their race, language, customs and religion.—Frederick J. Turner, Ph. D., in Chautauquan. ('orf«n Paper. A remarkable kind of paper is produced in Corea entirely by manual labor and without the use of any machinery. ! Its quality excels that of the very best made in China or Japan. The raw material used for this paper is obtained from the bark of Broussoneta papyrifera. which is collected in the spring and beaten in water containing a large admixture of wood ashes, until reduced to(Jhick pulp; this is taken in large ladles and spread upon frames of bamboo and in this wav formed into thin

sheets. Another kind of paper is produced from old scraps trodden into pulp much in the someway that grape juice is expressed in some countries— a process of pulping which, though slow, has the advantage of not breaking the fiber so much as when machinery is used; then after the pulp has been made into paper, the sheets are piled up to a height of six feet and cut into pieces, to be again subjected to the feet stamping—at the same time the roots and seeds of a plant called “tackpom” are added, the soluble parts of which are supposed to give tenacity and toughness to the paper.—Apotheker Zeitung. A Good Opportultr. Teacher—Have yoti finished your composition on what little boys shook! not do in school “Yes’m.” “Read it." “Little boys when at school should not make faces at the teacher, and should not study too hard, ’cause it makes them near-sighted, and should not sit too long in one position, ’cause it makes their backs crooked, and should not do long examples in arithmetic, ’cause it use* up theif pencils too fast,”—London Tit-Bits. A Bad Case. “You wouldn’t believe It, but Grumpy has a bad case of swelled head." “There must be some mistake." “Not a bit of it. Genuine old-fash-lotted mumps on both aides."—Detroit Free Press.

TALMAGE’S SERMON. The Three Banners of the Army of the lord. (Morioit of a BloodlNt War-Th* Baum of Prodaiutloo, of Be* trait mad, Ftamlly, of Glorious Victory. Rev. T. DeWitt T aim age found inspiration for the following sermon in the lavish display of the national flag at the capital daring and following the presidential inauguration. He took for his text: Id the name of God we will set up our banner —Psalms xx., a I hate war! In my boyhood we may have rea4 the biography of „ Alexander or of some revolutionary hero until our young heart beat high and we wished we had been, bom over 100 years ago, just for the glory of striking down a Hessian. For rusty swords hung up on the rafters and bullets out out of log houses in which they were lodged during the great strife we had unbounded admiration, or on some public day, clothed in our grandfathers soldierly accouterments, we felt as brave ws Garibaldi or Miltiades. We are wiser now, for we make a vast distinction between the poetry and the prose of war. The roll of drums and

the call of bogies, and the enauiping of steeds foaming and pawing for the battle; 100,000 muskets glittering among daneing plumes; “God save the King” waving up from clarionets and trumpets and rung back from deep defiles or the arches of a prostrate city; distant capitals of kingdoms illuminated at the tidings; generals returning home under flaming arches and showering amaranths and the shout of empires; that is poetry. Chilled and half-blanketed, I lying on the wet earth; feet sore with the march and bleeding at the slightest touch; hunger pulling bn every fiber of flesh or attempting to satisfy itself with a scanty and spoiled ration; thirst licking up the dew or drinking out of filth}' and trampled pool; thoughts of home and kindred far away while just on the ere of a deadly strife, where death may leap on him from any one of a hundred bayonets; the dosing in of two armies, now changed to a hundred thousand maniacs; the ground slippery with blood and shattered flesh; fallen ones writhing under the hoofs of unbridled chargers maddened with pain; the dreadfulness of night comes down when the strife is over; the struggle of the wounded ones crawling out over the corpses; the long, feverish agony of the crowded barrack and hospital, from whose mattresses the fragments of men send up their groans, the only music of carnage and butchery; desolate homes from which fathers and husbands and brothers and sons went off; without giving any dying message or sending a kiss to the dear ones at home, tumbled into the soldiers’ grave ' trench, and houses in which a few' weeks before unbroken family circles rejoiced, now plunged in the great sorrows of wi dowhood and orphanage; that is prose. But there is now on the earth a kingdom which has set itself up for conflicts without number. In its march it tramples no grain fields, it sacks no cities, it impoverishes no treasuries, it tills no hospitals, it bereaves no families. The courage and victory of Solferino and Magenta without carnage. The kingdom of Christ against the kingdom of Satan. That is the strife now raging. We will offer no arrnisitices; we will make no treaty. Until all the revolted nations of the earth shall submit again to King Emanuel, “In the name of God we will set up our banners.” Every army has its ensigns. Long before the time when David wrote the text they were in use. The hosts of Israel displayed them. The tribe of Benjamin carried a flag with the inscription of a wolf. ’The tribe of Dan a representation of cherubim. Judah a lion wrought into the groundwork of white, purple, crimson and blue. Such flags from their folds shook fire into the hearts of such numbers as were in the field when Abijah fought against Jehoram, and there were 1,300,000 soldiers, and more than 500,000 were left dead on the field. These ensigns gave heroism to such numbers as were assembled when Asa fought against Zerah, and there were 1,580,000 troops In the battle. - The Athenians carried tn inscription of the owl, which was their emblem of wisdom. The flags of

modern nations are familiar to you all, and many of them so inappropriate for the,character of the nations they represent it would be impolite to enumerate them. These ensigns are streamers borne on the point of a lance and on the top of wooden shafts. They are carried in the front and rear of armies. They unroll from the maintop-gallant-masthead of an admiral’s flagship to distinguish it among other ships of the same squadron. They are the objects of national pride. The loss of them on the field is ignominious. # The three banners of the Lord’s hosts are the banner of proclamation, the banner of recruit and the banner of victory. When a nation feels its rights infringed or its honor insulted; when its citizens have in foreign climes been oppressed and no indemnity has been offered to the inhabitant of the republic or kingdom, a proclamation of war is uttered. On the top of batteries and arsenals and customs houses and revenue offices flags are immediately swung out. All who looks upon them realize the fact that uncompromising war is declared. Thus it is that the church of Jesus Christ, jealous for the honor of its sovereign, and determined to get back those who have been carried off captive into the bondage of Satan, and intent upon the destruction of those Jmighty wrongs which have so long cursed the earth, are bent upon the extension of the Saviour’s reign of mercy, in the name of God sets np its banner of proclamation. The church makes no assault upon the world.' I do not believe that God ever mads a better world than this. It

is magnificent in iia ruins. Let ns stop | so much against the world. God pronounced it very good at the beginning. Though a wandering child of God, I see in it yet the Great Father's lineaments. Though tossed and driven by the storms of 6,000 years, she sails bravely yet, and as at her launching in the beginning the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy, so at last, when coming into the calm harbor of God's mercy she shall be greeted by the huzzas of glorified kingdoms. It is not the world against which we contend, but *ts transgressions. Whatever is obstinate in the will, degrading in passion, harmful in custom, false in friendship, hypocritical in profession — against all this Christ makes onset. From false profession He would tear the mask. From oppression He would snatch the rod. From pride He would rend off the plumes. From revenge He would exorcise the devil. While Christ loved the world so much He died to save it. He hates sin so well that to eradicate the last trace of its pollutian He will utterly consume the continents and the oceans. At the gate of Eden the declaration of perpetual enmity was made against the serpent. The tumult roundabout Mount Sinai was only the roar and flash of God's artillery of wrath against sin. Sodom on fire was only one of God's flaming bulletins announcing hostility. Ninevah and-Tyre and Jerusalem in awful ruin mark the track of Jehovah's advancement. They show that God was terribly in earnest when He announced Himself abhorrent of all iniquity. They make us believe that though nations belligrent and revengeful may sign articles of peace and come to an amicable adjustment, there shall be no cessation of hostilities between the forces of light and the forces of darkness until the kingdoms of this world have become the kingdoms of our Lord. Affrighted by no opposition, discouraged by no temporary defrats, shrinking from no exposure—evefy man to his position, while from the top of schools and churches and seminaries and asylums. ‘*ln the name of God we will set up our banners." Again, it was the custom in ancient

times, for the purpose of gatheringarmies. to lift an ensign on the -top»f some high hill, so that all who saurit w^uld feel impelled to rally aroundut. In more modern times the same pltkfT has been employed for the gathering of an army. Thus it is that the church of Christ lifts His flag for recruits. The cross of Jesus is our standard, planted on the hill of Calvary. Other armies demand that persons desiring to enter the lists of war shall be between such and such an age. lest the folly of extreme youth or the infirmity of advanced age be a dog rather than an advantage. But none are too young for Christ's regiment; none can be too old. The hand that is strong enough to bound a ball or trundle a hoop is skilled enough' to fight for Christ, while many a hand trembling with old age has grasped the arrow of truth, and with a dim eye close to it, taking aim, has sent its sharp point right through the heart of the Kings enemies. Many of you have long ago had your names written on the roll of celestial troops, and you like the serviee well, although you now bear the sears of multitudinous conflicts and can recount many a long march, and tell of siege guns opened on you that you thought never would be spiked. But there may be some who have not yet enlisted. Your being here implies that you are seriously thinking about it, and your attention makes me hope you are only looking for the standard to be hoisted. Will you not. a hundred of you, with all the aroused enthusiasm of your nature, come bounding into the ranks, while "In the name of God we set up our banners?” Again, when a grand victory has been won, it is customary to announce it by flags floating from public buildings and from the masts of ships. They are the signal for eulogy and rejoicing and< festivity. So the ensign which the church hoists is a banner of victory.* There was a time when the religion of Christ was not considered respectable. Men of learning and position frowned upon it. Governments anathematized its supporters. To be a Christian was to be an underling. But mark the difference. Religion has compelled the world’s respect. Infidelity, in the tremendous effort it has made to crush it, has complimented its power. And there is not now a single civilized nation but in its constitution, or laws, or proclamations pays homage to the religion of the cross. In the war in India, when Sir Archibald Campbell found nn an hour of danger that the men he ordered to the field were intoxicated, and asked

for the pious men whom the cnnsuan Havelock had under bis management, he said: "'Call out Havelock's saints; the are never drunk, and Havelock is always ready.” That Christianity which gathered its first trophies from the fishermen’s huts on the shore of Galilee, now has Samsonian strength thrown upon its shoulders and has carried off the gates of science and woldly power. We point not to fortresses and standing armies and navies as the evidence of the church’s progress. We point to the men whom Christ haa redeemed by His blood. What if arsenals and navy yards do not belong to the church? We do not want them. The weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but spiritual, and mightythrough God to the pulling down of strongholds. The world and „ Satan have no idea ol the strength and heroism which God will yet let out against the forces of darkness. As yet they have had only one round from the first regiment. The Lord of hosts will soon appear in the field at the head of His troops. Depend upon it, that when God inspires the soul with a hew life He puts in it the principle of “never give up.” In all ages of the church there have been those who have had a faith that was almost equal to sight, looking through persecution and reverses with as much expectation as through palpable achievements. There have been men for Christ who have acted as did the favorite troops of O'Brien, attacked

■» by Fitzpatrick of Ozeory. The wounded soldiers begged that they might enW the field with the others. They aaldi “Let stakes be etude in the ground e»i suffer each of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to battle in the ranks by the side of a sound man.1* It is said that seven or eight hundred men, pale and emaciated from forme* wounds, and thus supported by the stakes, struggled through the combat. Thus has it been that multitudes oi the children of God, though feeling themselves weak and wounded, perhaps in body, perhaps in estate, perhaps in soul, supported by the staff of God's promise, have Warred it up to the hilt in the subjugation of a world of wickedness. We are mighty in this cause, for we have the help of the pious dead. Meesengers of salvation from high Heaven, they visit the field. They stand behind us to keep us from ignominious retreat. They go before us to encourage us in the strife. “The McCheynea and the Paysons and the Martyns and the ttrainerds, an uncounted multitude of the glorified, are our coadjutors. Have you heard the Swiss tradition? The herdsmen say that three great leaders of the Helvetic nation, though seemingly dead, are only lying down under the ground, in their old-time dress, refreshing themselves with sleep, and that if at any time the liberties of their country are in danger they will immediately spring to their feet and drive back the enemy. May 1 not have the thought that if ever the church of the blessed Christ shall be threatened with destruction by foee which seem top great for her strength, the Lord Himself will not only come to the deliverance, but those great ancients who have seemed to be sleeping among the dead shall immediately hear the trumpet blast of the church militant, and full-armed, spring back to their old positions in the ranks of God, with the battle cry: “More than conquerors through Him that loved us.'’ Although we have already much to encourage ua in the work of the world's evangelization. yet we must confess that much of our time has been consumed in planting our batteries and getting ready for the

eonmci. >»e nave not yet oegun to preach, We have not yet begun to pray. We have not yet begun to work. On the coasts of heathendom are missionary stations. They have scarcely yet begun to accomplish what they propose. It takes some time to dig the trenches and elevate the standard and direct the great guns. From what I hear, I think they are about ready now. Let but the great Captain wave the signal, and the ringing of celestiaT weaponly shall quake every dungeon of hell and stand up among the thrones of Heaven. Pagodas and temples shall tumble under the "shock, and besotted nations flying from their idols and superstitions, shouting like the confounded worshipers of Baal: ‘"The Lord, He is the God! The Lord, He is the God!” We go not alone to the field. We have invincible allies in the dumb elements of nature. As Job said we are in league with the very stones of the field. The sun by day and the moon by night, directly or indirectly, shall favor Christianity. The stars in their courses are marshaled' for us, as they fought against Sisera. The winds of Heaven are now as certainly acting in favor of Christ as in reformation times the invincible Armada, in its pride, approached the coast of England. As that proud navy directed their guns against the friends of Christ and religious liberty, God said unto His winds: “Seise hold of them,” and to the sea: “Swallow them.” The Lord, with His tempests, dashed their hulks together and splintered them bn the rocks until the flower of Spanish pride and valor lay crushed among the waves of the sea beach. All are ours. Aye! God the Par ther, God the Son. and God the Holy Ghost are our allies. My subject has taught you that in this contest we are not without ensigns and colors. All we want now is men to carry them- Before 1 sit down I must propose to each of you this great honor. Becoming a Christian is not so ignoble a thing as many have thought it. “It makes a man stoop,” yon say, “I know it, but it is only the stoop of an . heir of royalty, who on hia knees is to receive a crown of dominion. We want standard-bearers in all pulpits, in all places of business— everywhere. I do not ask you how old you are, nor how young; how weak or strong; how dull or how sharp; nor what your home, nor who: your ancestors. Without any condition, without any redeye, in the name of the God of Israel, ! offer you the honor of carrying the church's ensigns. Do not be afraid of the assaults of a world whose ranks you desert nor of devils who will oppose you with infernal might. It were more blessed to

fail nere man stana anywnere eise. 11 were more of an honor, engaged with Christ, to be trampled under foot with this army of banners, than, opposing Christ, to be buried like Edward I. in Egyptian porphyry. Scattered by the blasts of Jehovah's nostrils, plunder, and sin, and Satanie force shall quit the field. As the roar of the conflict sounds through the ^universe all worlds shall listen. The air shall he full of wings of Heavenly cohorts. The work is done, and in the presence of a world reclaimed for the crown of Jesus, and amid the crumbling of tyrannies and the defeat of Satanic force, and amid the sound of heavenly acclamations, the church Khali rise np in the image of our Lord, and with the crown of victory on her head and the scepter of dominion in her had, in the name of God shall set up her banners. Then Himalaya shall become Mount Zion, and the Pyreneess Moriah, and the oceans the walking place of Him who trod the wave crests of Galilee* and the great heavens become a soundingboard which shall strike back the sound of exultation to the earth till it rebound again to the throne of the Almighty. Angel of the Apocalypse, fly! fly! for who will stand in the way of thy miighV or resist the sweep of thy wing?