Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 December 1888 — Page 6

GOSPEL FRAGRANCE.

“AH Thy Garment*Smell of Myrrh.’ ' J, v M Cl»W»t V»m> •to K*tt« t • tor ofii Wort t on* l end It Upward to the P»l----avaaol Ha«T». . Rev. Dr. Tshnage preached at the Brooklyn Tabernacle last Sunday. Sub jart- “Tbo Eryttmo Text: Psalms xlv., 8. He said: Your first curiosity is to know why the robes of Christ are odorous with myrrh. Tliis was a bright-leaved Abyseinialp plant. It was trifoliated. The Greeks, Romans and Jews bought and sold it at a h ! gh price. The first present that was ever given to Christ waa a sprig of myrrh, thrown on His infantile bed in Bethlehem, and the last gift that Christ ever had was myrrh pressed info the cup of His crucifixion. The natives would take a stone and bruise the tree, and then it would exu le a oum that would saturate all the ground beneath. This gum was used tor purposes of merchandise. One piece of it. no larger than a chestnut, would whelin a w hole room with odors. It was put in closets, in chests, in drawers, in rooms, and its perfume adhered almost interminably to anything that was any where near it. Sowhen in my text I read that Christ’s garments smell of myrrh. I immediately conclude the exquisite s« eetness of Jesus. I know that to many He is only like any historical person; another John Howard; another philanthropic Oberlin; another Confucius; a grand subject for painting; h heroic theme for a poem; a beautiful form for a statue; but to those who have heard His voice, and felt His pardon, and received His benediction, lie is music, and light, and warmth,and thrill, and eternal fragrance. Sweet as a friend, sticking to you when all else betray. Lifting you up while others try to push you down. Not so much like morningglories, that bloom only when the sun is coming uo, nor like ‘‘four o’clocks,” that bioom only when the sun is going down, but like myrrh, perpetually aromatic—the same morping, noon and night—yesterday, to-day, forever. It seems as if we cannot wear Him out. We put on Him all our burdens, and iT. Him with ail our griefs, and set Him foremost in all our battles, and yet Heisreadyto lift and to sympathize, and to help." We have so imposed upon Him that one would think in eternal affront He would quit our soul; and vet today He addresses us with the same tenderness, dawns upon us with the same smile, pities us c> with the same compassion. There is no name like His for us. It is more imperial than Casar’S, more musical than Beethoven’s, more conquering than Charlemagne’s more eloquent than Cicero’s. It throbs with all life. It weeps with all pathos. It groans with all pain. It stoops with all condescension. It breathes with all perfume, like Jesus to set a broken bone, to pity a homeless orphan, to nurse a sick man, to take a prodigal back without any scolding to illuminate a cemetery all plowed with graves, to make a qneen unto God out of the lost woman of the street, to catch the tears of human sorrow in a lachrymatory’ that shall never be broken? Who has snch an eye to see our need, such a lip to kiss .away our sorrow, such a hand to snatch us out of the fire, such a foot to trample our enemies, such a hea't to embrace all our necessities? I struggle for some metaphor witn which to express Him. He is not like the bursting forth of a full orchestra; that is too loud. He is not like the sea when lashed to rage by the tempest; that is too boisterous. He is not like the mountain, its brow wreathed with the lightning; that is too solitary. Give us a softer type, a gentler comparison. We have seemed to see Him with our eyes, and to hear Him with our ears, and to touch him with our hands Oh, that today He might appear to some other one of our five senses! Ay, the nostril shall discover His presence. He comes upon us like spice gales from Heaven. Yea, His garments smell of pungent, lasting and all-pervasive myrrh. Oh, that you all knew His sweetness. How soon you would turn from your novels. If the philosopher leaped out of his path in a frenay of joy, and clapped his hands, and rushed through the streets, because he had found the solution of a mathematical problem.how will you feel leaning from the fountain of a Savior’s mercy and pardon, washed, clean, and made white as snow, when the question has been solved: “How can my soul be saved?” Naked, frost--bitten, storm-lashed soul, let Je us , this houfthrow around thee the c garments that smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces.” Your second curiosity is to know why the robes of Jesus are odorous with aloes. There is some difference of opinion about wjiere these aloes grow, what is the color < f the flower, what is the particular appearance of the herb. Suffice it for you and me to know that aloes mean bitterness the world over, and when Christ comes with garments bearing that particular odor, they suggest to me the bitterness of a Savior’s sufferings. Was there ever such nights as Jesus lived through—nights on the mountains, nights on the sea, nights in the desert? Who ever had such a reception as Jesus had? A hostelry the first, an unjust trial in over’ and terminer another, a foul-mouthed yelifeg mob the last. Was there | a space on His back asMrwte as your two fingers where He was not whipped? Was there a space on His brow an inch square where He waa not cut of the briers? When the spike struckat the.instep did it not go clear through Kollo wof the foot? Oh, long, deep, bitter nilgimage. Aloes! Aloes! John Iganed Ki? b ea d on Christ, but who fid Christ : tear£cs WAthousand Men fed*bv the £wior;j fed Jesus? *Ehe sympathy of a Savior’s heart going but to the leper and the adulteress; but who soothed Christ? De-

nied both cradle and death-bed. He had a fit place neither to be born nor to die. A poor babe! A poor lad! A poor young man! MpSt.hy cheer his dying hour& 1 candle Of the sun snuffedout not all aloes? All our sins, sorro’SfSr bereavements, losses, and all the agonies of earth and hell. Picked up as in one cluster and Fqueezed into one cup, and that pressed to His li pa until the acrid, nauseating, bitter draught was swallowed with a distorted cßuntenanee and a shudder from head to foot and a gurgling strangulation. Aloes! Aloes! Nothing but aloes. All this for Himself? AM this to get the fame in the world of baing a martyr? AU this in a ■* . . ■ ~<’* .

spirit of stubbornness, because He did not !ik«* Caesar? No! No! All this beckuse He wanted to pluck you and me from hell. Because He wanted to raise you and me to heaven. Becaiise we were lost and He wanted ns found. Because we were blind and He wanted us to see. Because we were serfs and He wanted us manumitted. Oh, ye in whose cup of life the saccharine has predominated; oh, ye who have had bright and sparkling beverages, how do vou feel toward Him who in your stead, and to purchase your disinthrallment, took the aloes, the unsavory aloes, the bitter aloes? Your third curiosity is to know why these garments of. Christ are odorous with cassia This was a plant that grew in India and the adjoining islands. You do not care to hear what kind of a flower it had or what kind of a stalk. It is enough for me to tell’you that it was used medicinally. In that land and in that age, where they knew but little about pharmacy, c-ssia was used to arrest many forms of disease. So when in my text we find Christ coming with garments that smell of cassia, it suggests to me the healing and curative power of the Son of God. ’ None of you can be better in physical health than I am„and yet 1 .must say we are all sick. I have taken the diagnosis of your case and have examined all th 3 best authorities on the subject, and I have come now toi to tell you that you are full of wounds and bruises and putrefying sores which have no’ been bound up or molified with ointment. The marasmus of sin is on us—the palsy, the dropsy, the leprosy. The man that is expiring to-night on Fnltou street—the allopathic and homeopathic doctors having given him up, and his friendsnow standing aronnd to take his last words —is no more certainly dying as to his body than you and 1 are dying unless we have taken the medicine from God’s apothecary. All the leaves from this bible are only so many prescriptions from the divine physician, written not in Latin like the prescriptions of earth ly physicians, but written in plain English, so that a man, although a fool, need not err therein, Thank God that the Savior’s garments smell of cassia. You know; or it yon do not know I will tell you now, that some of the, palaces of olden time were adorned with ivory. Ahab and Solomon had their homes furnished with it. The tusks of African’ afid Asiatic elephants were twisted into all manners of shapes. There were stairs of ivory and chairs of ivory, and tables of ivory, and floprs of ivory, and pillars of ivory, and windows of ivory,and fountains that dropped into basins of ivory. Oh white and overmastering beauty. Green tree branches sweeping the white curbs. Tapestry trailing the snowy floors. Brackets of light Hashing on tbe lustrious surroundings. Silvery music rippling to the beach oft the arches. The mere thought of it almost stuns my brain, say: “Ob! if I could on y have walked over such floors! If I could have thrown myself in such a chair! If I could have heard the dip and dash of those fountains!” You shall have something better than that, if you only let Christ introduce you. From that place He came, and to that pl ice He proposes to transport you, for His garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces.” • To day it seems to me as if the windows of those palaces were illuminated for some great victory, and ! look and see climbing the stairs of ivory, and walking on floors of ivory, and looking from the windows of ivory, some.whom we knew and loved on earth. Yes, I know them. „ There are father and mother, not eighty-two years and sev-enty-nine years as when they left us,but blithe and young as when on their marriage day. And there are brothers and sistere, merrier than when we used to romp across tlp-ineadows together. Tbe cough gone. The cancer cured. The erysipelas healed. The heart-breakover. Oh, how fair they are in the ivory palaces! And your dear little children that went out from you—Christ did not let one of them drop as be lifted them. He did not wrench one of them from you. No. They went as from one they loved too well to One whom they loved better. If I should take your little child and press its soft face against my rough cheek, I might keep it a little while; but when you, the mother, came along, it would struggle to go with you. And so you stood holding your dying child when Jesus passed by in the room ahd the little one sprang out to greet Him. That is all. Your Christian dead did not go do yn into the dust and the grave and the mud. Though it rained all that funeral day. and the water came up to the wheel’s hub as you drove out to the cemetery, it made no difference to them, for they stepped from the home here to the home there, right into the itory palaces. All is well with them. All is well. It is not a dead weight that you lift when you carry a Christian out. Jesus makes tbe bed up soft with velvet promises, and He says: “Put her down here very gently. Putthat head, which will never ache again, on this pillow of hallelujahs. Send up word that, the S recession is coming. Ring the bells. ling! Open your gates, ye ivory palaces!” And so your loved ones are there. They are just as certainly there, having died in Christ, as that you are here. There is only one thing more they want. Indeed, there is one thing in heaven they have not got. They want it. What is it? Your company. But, oh, my brother, unless you change your tack you can not reach that harbor. You might as well take'the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, expecting in that direction to reach Toronto, as to go on in the way some of you are going and, yet expect'to reach the ivory palaces. Your loved ones are looking -out of the windows of heaven now,and yet you seem to turn your back upon them. You do not seem to know the sound of their voices, as well as you. used to, or to be moved by the sight of their, dear faces, Call louder, ye departed ones: Call louder from the ivory palaces. When I think of that place, and think of my entering it. feel awkward, I feel as sometimes

when I have been to the weather, and my shoes have be?n bemire J, is soiled, and my hair is I stop in front of some fine [ have an errand. iTYeei not Wt" to gb ’iti as lam and sit among polished guests. So some of us feel about heaven. We need to be washed—we need to be rehabilitated before we go into the ivory palaces, Eternal God, let 1 the surges of Thy pardoning mercy roll over us. I want not only to wash my hands and my feet, but, like some skilled diver standing on the pierhead, who leaps into the waves and comes up ata far-distant point from where he went in, so I want to come

' up. 0, Jesus, wash me in the waves cf Thy salvation. And here I ask you to solve a mystery that has been oppressing me for t’hirty- ' years. I have asked it of doctors of divinity wlio have been studying theology for half a century, and they have given me no satisfactory answer. I have turned over all the’ books in my library, but got no solution to the and today I come and ask you for an explanation,- By w bat logic was Christ ind need to exchange the ivory palaces of Heaven for the crucifixion agonies of earth? I shall.take the first thousand million years in Heaven to study out that problem. Meanwhile and now, taking it as the tenderest and mightiest of all facts that Christ did come: that He came with spikes in His feet; came with thorns in His brow; with spears in Ilis heart, to save y ( bu and to save me. O sinner, fling every thing else away and take Christ. Take Him now, not to mofrow. During the night following this very day there may be ap excitement jn your dwelling, and a tremulous pouring out of drops from an unsteady and atfrightened hand, and before tomorrow morning your chance may be gone.’ h .

MATTERS OF LAW.

Recent Decisions of the Indiana Sn- , jireme Court. Where a married woman has joined her busband in the execution of a note and mortgage on his real estate to indemnify an indorser or surety upon the note or debt of her husband, or of him and others, she may, in the event of a suit to foreclose the mortgage, avail herself of a valid defense, legal or equitable, to protect or prevent the sale of her inchoate interest in such real estate. under such mortgage, should she survive her husband or should his title become vested in a purchaser at a judicial sale of the real estate under the mortgage. Hence, in such a suit, she nay set up an alteration of the note with the copsent of the mortgagee, and without her consent such an alteration releases her inchoate interest. But, she not being a party to the note, an extension of time of payment without her consent does not release her inchoate interest or in any manner affects her rights. (2) Where the mortgage sued on contains a covenant by the mortgageor to pay the sum of money thereby secured, the six years’ statute of limitations is not a defense. Appellee recovered a judgment for damages against the city for personal injuries sustaned by him by the failure of the city to keep one of its greets safe for ordinary travel. Held: That knowledge on appellee’s part that there was a defect in the street did not of itself establish contributory negligence. While the plaintiff knew of an inequality in the street the evidence falls to show that he knew that it made the street dangerous. It can not, therefore, as a matter of law, be declared that he was guilty ' of contributory negligence. (1) An express trust in land, unless declared by a writing duly signed, can not be enforced. (2) Where tne owner of real estate, without contemporaneously declaring a valid trust, makes a voluntary conveyance to another in pursuance of an oral or imperfect agreement that the latter shall reconvey to the owner, who orally agrees to hold for the benefit of or to convey to some third persons, upon whom the owner desires to confer the property as a gift, there is no resulting trust enforceable by the proposed donee. (3) A trust will not be created by equitable unless frauds has intervened and it becomes necessary to prevent a failure of justice. (1) If a statement made out of courtis receivable with a statement made on the fitness stand, the former will not be received to impeach. (2) The instructions upon the subject of insanity produced by the voluntary and habitual use of intoxicating liquor were substantially correct and applicable to the evidence. (3) The appellant was convicted for assault and battery with intent to kill. The assault was perpetrated upon a lewd woman with whom he had been associating, to the neglect aiyl abandonment of his wife and children. There are no errors in the record s which prejudiced his substantial rights, and, this being so, section 1,891, R. S. 1881, forbids a reversal. ’’ (1) Under‘section 609, R. S., 1881, judgments on bonds payable to the State bind the real estate of the debtor of the commencement of the action. A surety is a debtor within the meaning of this section. (2) The filing of an amended complaint, unless it sets vp a new cause of action, or new matter in-, volvingthe statute of limitations, relates back to the filing of the original complaint. Hence, land disposed of by a surety in an official bond after the filing of the original comnlaint, hut before the filing of the amended pleading, is bound bv a judgment rendered upon the latter. The omission frpm the amended complaint of a superfluous party plaintiff is not material.

Alaska.

Besides her gold and silver interests, Alaska is beginning to be recognized as possessing great coal fields, and the production of coal promises, at no distant day, to rank as an industry of no slight importance. Large veins’ of excellent coal is said to have been struck in many different places along the coast, and a good grade of anthracite has been discovered at Lituya Bay. It will evidently not be long ere Alaska’s own resources will make the importation of British coal one of the necessities of the past on the Pacific Coast.

THE TOWN OF TAILHOLT.

Yon kin boast abont your cities, and their tidy growth and size, And brag about ypnr conrty seats, ana bnsineas enterprise, , 'f „ And railroads, and factorial, and all sich foolery—But the little town o’ Tailholt is bjg enough for mo! y • • You can harp about yer eburohe'. with their steetilas ln tbnclniuk,.' And gas abdUt your graded Wow about yer crowds; You kin Mik about youn theaters, and all you've got to see- ■ ■ \ But tbe litte town to’ Tailnblt is wide enough for me! ■' They bai;t no style In our town: hit's little like and small; They haint no churches, nuther, jes’ the meltin® 3 house is all: Tbey’s no sidewalk’! to speak of. but the highway’s alius Ire?. And the I.tile town o’ Tailbolt is .Wide enough for me! - Some*flnds it dlscoynmodin',.like. I’m willin' to ■ admit. To her but one postoihee, and a woman keepin’ To her bnt one postofllee. and shoe shop, ana "N grreery, all three; But the little town.o’Tailholt is handy’‘hough fur tne! You kin smile, and turn your nose up, and joke atd Uevyer fun. And laugh and holler, “Tail-holts is better.holts ’n nun!” Es the city suits yoq better, w'y hit's where you'd orto’ be, But the little town of Tailholt's good enough •fur me!

James Whitcomb Riley

THE INSIDE MAN.

By a Se cret Service Detective.

When, in April, 1864, a new and almost perfect counterfeit five-dollar bill on the First National bank of Whitewater, Wis., was set afloat in large quantities, there was consternation at headquarters in Washington. Th§ bills appeared on the same day in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Portland, Augusta, Buffalo and Chicago,proving that a large and well organized gang had begun work. Many good counterfeits had been issued, but this was perhaps the best of all. 1 hey were unhesitatingly taken by cashiers in stores and banks, and the amount put in emulation in a week was over SIOO,OOO. They were still being accepted as all right when a market woman in Bostor became suspicious of one she had taken and had it forwarded to the treasury department, where its baseness was- atonce detected. At that date every counterfeiter in the country was known by name, and we could make a pretty correct guess at each man’s line of work. After- comparing notes for several days we came to the conclusion that this issue was the work of a man named George Ashman, alias “Ashes.” He.had left the country a year and a half before, and perhaps had the bill engraved in London or Paris. No one knew where to locate or look for him, and only one man in the bureau could describe him. When the case was assigned to me he called me in and said: “The last time I saw ‘Ashes’ he had a round, full face, beardless, and tw’o front teeth in the upper jaw had been knocked out by accident. He is five feetsix, very chunky, short neck, very small feet, and sports lots of jewelry when in luck. He is down on the records as ‘dangerous.’ He will shoot you if he has the chance. He is somewhere between Maine and California, and I’ll give you a month in whichto find him.” It was the saying “A needle in a hay stack,” illustrated. He was one of 40,000,000 people in the country. He had a hundred thousand towns and cities for shelter. Noone could advise me which way to go, indeed, it mattered not’which way I turned my face. Nothing but luck could assist me in discovering the arch counterfeiter. When I left Washington I had a ticket for Logansport, Ind. Why I selected that point, instead of one in Maine, Vermont, Michigan or Nebraska, I cannot say. It seemed to me that I ought to go to Logansport to get my start, and so I went. Not a bill had been put afloat there. After a day or two I went on to Lafayette. It was the same there, but accident gave me a c ue. There were half a dozen strangers at the hotel, and as I sat in the office in the evening I heard one of them • making inquiries of the clerk in regard to a stage line operating between the city and a village twelve or fifteen miles,away. He was told that the stage left next day at three o’clock, and he paid his bill until after dinner and secured a seat. That man could by no possibility bp Ashman. He had a lull beard,wis^eeth were all in place, and nothing in his personal appearance answered the description, I had turned to my paper when the landlord said: “Whitewater? Why, I used to live there!. Have they got a national bank there? Just issued, eh?” I pricked up my ears like a_ fox, and as I turned my face to the saw the landlord [closely new greenback. “It’s all right,” said the stranger. “Oh, of course it’s all right. Wish I had a million of ’em.” Half an hour-later I wanted that bill to send off in a letter, and I wanted so badly that I exchanged a five-dollar gold piece for it. As soon as I could compare it I knew that it was one A s the counterfeits. There was a private bank in the town which made a practice of exchanging money and two regular banking institutions. Before ten o’clock that night I found that every one of them had been stuck. = The stranger had exchanged about SI,OOO in all, and

his counterfeits had passed without a word. Z .J could have arrested him that night, but after thinking the matter over I made up my mind that he was going to a rendezvous, and that by giving him rope I might make a bigger haul. He did not come down to breakfast next morning, and he had no sooner eaten hia dinner than he disappeared to remain in hiding nntil just as the stage was ready to start. When it rolled away he was the inside man and I the outside man. He looked me over pretty closely, eaw nothing suspicious, and gave me no further attention. We bad gone about two miles when the driver, who had been sizing me up to his satisfaction and . maintaining a severe silence, leaned over and whispered: “ What do von think of him?” “Who?” “Man inside.” “He’s a stranger, but all right, I guess.” “Is he? Carries two revolvers ami a knife with him. Two of his friends came ont with me yesterday, and they wer,e hard characters, I’ll bet he’s a robber.” “I shouldn’t think it.” “He’s gtit two false teeth in front, I saw him take ’em out. Them don’t look like regular whiskers to me. either. He’s a bad ’tin or I’m no judge.” It came to me in a moment that the man inside was Ashman, and the next moment I was planning how to arrest him. He was armed and a desperate man, but he would be far more dangerous with his pals back of him. We had gone six miles, and had just crossed a small bridge, when the nigh wheels fell into a washout and the coach canted over and rolled into a deep ditch. There was rime for me to jump, and the driver also saved himself. The man inside had no chance, and the fall threw him gainst the side of the coach with such violence that he was senseless when I clambered up and found him. My first move was to slip on the handcuffs; the next to remove his weapons. In three or four minutes he regained consciousness, and when he came to realize his situation he did some awful cursing. He was in for it, however, and that night he slept in a stout jail. In his satchel was about $29, ojo oi the “queer,” and we had such a strong case that he plead guilty when the trial came on and took his sentence of fifteen years without a wink. He lived to serve ten of it, and then died of fever.

Astor’s Expensive Yacht.

Brooklyn Eagle. Within a stone’s throw of a South Brooklyn pier recently were fifteen yachts, sloops and schooners, little and big. They represented $1,000,01)0 of capital. The highest priced was Mr. Astor’s big 273 feet long steam yacht Nourmahal, which lay looming up like an ocean steamer, The Nourmahal cost $300,090, and Mr. William Astor, her owner, uses her for about three months in the year; the other nine months she lies idle. The expense of running this leviathan toy is $6,00 J per month. ’Ey the necessary expense is meant the cost of fuel and the wages and keep of her crew. What Mr. Astor spends in entertainments, etc., on board, of course nobody knows but himself. The expense, therefore, of keeping the Nourmahal for a year, outside of her owner’s personal expenditures, is: Interest on money invested, $18,000; expenses for time she is in co mmissioß, $ 18,001: repairs, etc., each spring, about $5,000, total, $41,000. From these figures it would be easy to estimate how much the yacht would cost to keep should she be in commission the year round. About $100,003 a year would just about cover it.> Even c Sir. Astor, with all his wealth, could scarcely afford this, and so the Nourmahal lies idle most of the time.

Congratulations for Mrs. Harrison.

Baltimore American Washington better. “The Queen is dead; long live the Queen.” Washington society resembles very much the citizen who declared that the Administration couldn’t change any quicker than he could. Society is suddenly ceasing its adulation of Mrs. Cleveland. Numbers of ladieshave sent Mrs. Harrison letters and telegrams of congratulation, to every one of which she has replied in an autograph note of thanks. Owing to.her station and her natural exclusiveness, Mrs. Cleveland’s circle of society friends and acquaintances was necessarily limited. Mrs. Harrison’s long residence here during her husband’s Senatorial life ggve her a list of acquaintances which, on her return here, she will find uncomfortably large. Mrs. Morton has also been widely congratulated by Washington friends. It is expected that the house of the new Vice-President will be the centre of Washington society under the new Ad-; ministration, and that Mrs. Morton will take up the sceptre of fashion now soon to be yielded over by Mrs. Whitney. There is every indication that the society life of the Harrison-Morton Administration will be the most brilliant and intellectual ever witnessed in this city. a.— >

Sham Safes.

“You’d be surprised,’’says a NewYork safe manufacturer,“at the number of sham pasteboard safes in New York, and they’re made so well that any ordinary person would be deceived. They business-like appearance and give an office a thrifty look, all for £6 or S 6, whereakthe real article would cost * something like sloo.'’

FASHION NOTES.

English women still wear tbe bustle, and the skirts of their walking dresses are cut short. The low-crowned hat and bonnet are * coming, but they come, like nost good things, slowly. Ostrich feather and marabout fans are the dressiest for bah and evening toilets of high ceremony. Although coiffures are less voluminous, the hair is still piled oa tho top of the head, while a few light curls fell over the forehead. With high frocks of velvetor cashmere little girls wear very deep, round fluted vL collarettes of white lace or cut-work embroidery. Some lady horseback riders in Paris are trying to introduce the fashion of having the jacket of the habit of a different color to the skirt. Dull black braid is the trimming of the passing moment on all wool gowns and jackets intended for general utility and out of-door nice wear. The hat, stockings, shoes, and gloves of little girls who dress in English style must be.black, no matter what may be the color of the frock or the coat. The New York Fashion Bazar for December is out, and its contents are of interest to all women, but especially to mothers who have little girls and boys to dress. The mingling oi pure vivid reds, blues, greens, yellows, and purples with medium and two-tdne shades of these colors along with the grays, drabs, olive, and browns, gives a marked individuality to this winter’s fashions. The orange buds and blossoms are not the only flowers chosen for pride's wear this season. The small white bridal roses, tea roses, white lilacs, lilies of the valley, and other white flowers are given them for garnitures. *The newest La Tosca sticks have a cavity in the top, in which a pen, ink, pencil, and a roll of paper is carried. The head of the. stick is screwed on to keep these artist’s and writers’ utensils In good shape until needed. It was Mrs. Mackey who started the fashionable fever for black underwear by wearing it under a wondrous ball gown of black tulle with diamond orna-. .ments that she wore in Paris at a private fancy ball, at which she personated the Queen of Night. And now word comes from Paris that the ostrich plume is restored to favorwhile the demand for ostrich feather boas and ostrich feather trimmings of all kinds, and ostrich tips as well, is so great as to create a fear that the ostrich Tarins of Australia cannot supply what is called for. None' but young girls wear the catogan tied in a bow in tbe nape of the neck. Young giris’ evening dresses are made in the Directoire style, with a low pleated bodies and short puffed sleeves, a short waist, straight skirt very little looped, and a very wide sash tied at the back or on one side. Tulles, gauzes, and crepes are the favorite material for ball gowns. The tulles without tinsel or beads are preferred,but the gauzes are nearly all shot with gold or silver threads in lengthwise stripes or lines across the goods, or in crossbars and plaids. The crepes are plain or embroidered in gold; silver, or bright-color-ed silks, or in silk the color of the crene.

Russian Proverbs.

—-Thehearthas ears. - No man ever died of fasting. God waits long, but hits hard. JPray to God, but row to shore. Modesty is a maiden’s necklace. Before bad beer, folks disappear. A maiden’s heart is a dark forest. Drink at table, not behind a pillar. To rotten wares the seller is blind. To marry in May is to suffer alway. The wolf catches the destined sheep. An old crow croaks not for nothing. Poverty is not a sin—but twice as bad. . A bad peace is better than a good quarrel. / An untimely guest is worse than a Tartar. By a wedge may a wedge be driven out. A woman’s preparation—a goose's lifetime. At beer a glance makes one readv to dance. - It’s a bore to go alone, even to get drowned. To stir the fire with another’s hands is no hardship. He who neglects copecks will never be worth a rouble. Long are a woman’s locks; but short are a woman’s wits. It is not so much the dew of heaven,as the sweat of man’s brow, renders the soil fruitful.

What a Convict’s Sentence Should Be.

Ghas Dudley Warner, November Forum. A convict should be sent to prison and hard labor not for a definite arbitrary term, but until he is so changed in his habits that he is fit to take his place in the world again. If that were done, and society understood it, a released man would not find the doors of employment and sympathy shut against him as he does now, for he would come out with a certificate* of integrity, industry and intelligence. If he is so debasedasnot to be able to be changed in his habits and practices, by any discipline, however long continued, then the prison is the place fbr him for life. We shall do little to reduce the number Of the criminal class till we come to this conclusion. '* -