Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 53, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 September 1889 — Page 6

INDIANA

OMS of the most striking spectacles •eoentiy seen id Madrid was the burial of tile mother of the celebrated bull* fighter Fraacuelo. It appears that tile was a very timid woman and lived in constant alarm during his encounters. Her death took place during his last great fight, when he -killed six bulls. Frascueio showed his love ol his mother by givlng,her a princely burial, which is estimated to have cost him ever £6OO. The coffin, which was la lead and gold, was carried from the house to the hearse by six banderlleros, and was drawn by eight horses to the churchyard, accompanied by ever 160 carriages. At the most fashionable wedding of the season in London a sensation was produced by the concluding words of the officiating clergyman, and there was a tfeep silence throughout the fashionable company as he said; "My lord duke, happiness is not to be found in wealth, in the noble rank you bear, nor in art collections; the heart of man can not be filled with them. One thing—and one alone—will satisfy the heart of a true man, and that is love. Love is that for which the heart yearns, and there lies your true happiness.” Again, stretching out his hand to where the duke and his bride knelt, he said: "Help one another to draw nearer unto God. Begin by loving each other. Make each other’s happiness, power, and influence the object ol your life. Live for each other.”

ST. PIERRE.

First Impressions Which It Makes on the Tourist.

When you find yourself for the first time, upon some unshadowed day, in the delightful West Indian city of St. Pierre—supposing that you own the sense of poetry, the recollections of a. student—there is apt to steal upon your fancy an impression of having seen it at all before, ever so long ago, jou cannot tell where. The sensation of some happy dream you cannot wholly recall might be compared to this feeling. In the simplicity and solidity of the quaint architecture; in the eccentricity of bright narrow streets all aglow with warm coloring; in the tints of roof and wall, antiquated by streaking and patchings of mold greens and grays; in the startling absence of window sashes, glass, gas lamps, and chimneys; in the blossom tenderness of the blue heaven, the splendor of tropic light and the warmth of the tropic wind—you will find less the impression of a scene of 10-day than the seusation of something that was and is not. Slowly this feeling strengthens with your pleasure in the colorific radiance of costume; the semi nudity of passing figures; the puissant shapeliness of torsoes ruddily swart like statue metal; the rounded outline of limbs yellow as tropic fruit; the grace of attitudes; the unconscious harmony of groupings; the gathering and folding and falling of light robes that osciliato with swaying of free forms; the sculptured symmetry of unshod feet. You look up and down the lemon tinted streets—down to the daztling azure brightness of meeting sicy and sea; up to the perpetual verdure of mountain woods—wondering at the mellowness of tones, the sharpness of tines in the light, the diaphaneity of colored shadows, always asking mem? ory, “When—where did I see all this long ago?” Then, perhaps, your gaee Is suddenly riveted by the vast and solemn beauty of the verdant violet shaded mass of the dead volcano, high lowering above the town,, visible from all its ways, and umbraged, may be, thinnest curling of clouds, like specters of its ancient smoking to heaven. And ail at once the secret of your dream is revealed, with the rising of many a luminous memory—dreams of the Idylists, flowers of old Sicilian song, fancies limned upon Pompeiian wall. For a moment the illusion is delicious; comprehend as never before the charm of a vanished world, Ihe antique life, the story of terra cottas and graven stones and gracious things exhumed; even the sun is not >f to-day, but of twenty centuries gone; thus, and under such e. light, walked the women of the elder world. Too soon the hallucination is broken by modern sounds, dissipated by modern sights—rough of sailors ; descending to their boats, the heavy boom of a packet’s- signal gun—the passing of an American buggy. Instantly you become aware that the melodious tongue spoken by the pass- : ing throng is neither Hellenic nor Roman; only the beautiful childish speech •f French slaves.—Harper's Magazine. A Zapotec Codex. It is stated that Mr. Doremberg, a German in Puebla, Mexico, has acquired a Zapotec codex, very ancient The hieroglyphs are painted on the skin of Some wild animal, and beneath each j hieroglyph is written in Roman characters its meaning in the Zapotec language. The writing most have been the work of some priest about the year 1660. The hieratic characters are much older. The subject matter of the painting seems to be the many migrations of the ancient race of ZapotecT Indians. *; . , ifi?' K

TALMAGE IN NEBRASKA.

THE MASSES ENCHANTED BY HIS SPIRITUAL ENDEAVOR. He Grasps Hie Sacred Topio and Wields It With Fervor. His Able Discourse “Thou Art Weighed in the Bal&noes, and Art Found Wanting,” Deceived in Awed Silence. The Rev. Talmage discourses to an immense audience at Omaha His text was: i "Thou art weighed in the balances, and art ; found wanting.”—Daniel v, 37. The preacher said: j Babylon was the paradise of architecture, and driven out from thence the grandest buildings of modern times are only the evidence of her falL The site having been selected for the city, two million men were employed in the rear of her walls and the building of her works. It was a city sixty miles in circumference. There was a trench all around the city, from which the material for the building of the city had been digged. | There were twenty-five gates on each Bide the city; between every two gates a tower of defense springing into the skies; from each gate on the one side, a street running straight through to the corresponding street on the other side, so that there were fifty streets fifteen mrles long. Through the city ran a branch es the River Euphrates. This river sometimes overflowed its banks, and -to keep it from the ruin of the city a lake was constructed into which the surplus water of the river would run during the time of freshets, and the water was kern in this artificial lake until time of drought, and then this water would stream down over the city. At either end of the bridge spanning this Euphrates there was a palace—the one palace a mile and a half around, the other palace seven and a half miles around. The wife of Nebuchadnezzar had been born and brought up in the country, and in - a mountainous region, and she could not bear this flat district of Babylon; and so, to please his wife, Nebuchadnezzar built in the midst of the city a mountain four hundred feet high. This mountain was built out into terraces supported on arches. On the top of these arches a layer of flat stones, on the top of that a layer of reeds and bitumen, on the top of that two layers of bricks closely cemented, on the top of that a heavy sheet of load, and on the top of that the soil placed—the soil so deep that a Lebanon cedar had room to anchor its roots. There were pumps worked by mighty | machinery fetching up the water from the Euphrates to this hanging garden us it vva3 called, so that there were fountains spouting into the sky. Standing below and looking up it must have seemed as if the clouds were in blossom, or as though the sky leaned on the shoulder of a cedar. All this Nebuchadnezzar did to please his wife. Well, she ought to have been pleased. I suppose she was pleased. If thut would not please her nothing would. There was in that city also the temple of Belus, with towers—one tower the eighth of a mile high, in which there was an observatory where astronomers talked to the stars. There was in that temple an image, just one image, which would cost what would be our fifty-two million dollars. O what a city! The .earth never saw anything like it, never will see anything like it And yet I have to tell you that it is going to be destroyed. The king and his princes are at a feast They are all intoxicated. Pour out the rich wine into the chalices. Drink to the health of the king Drink to the glory of Babylon. Drink to a great future. A thousand lords reel intoxicated. The kiug, seated upon a chair, with vacant look, as intoxicated men wHI-with vacant look stared at the wall. But soon that vacant look takes on intensity, and it is an affright- i ed look; and all the princes begin to look and wonder what is the matter, and they look at the samo point on the wall. And then there drops a darkness into the room &nd puts out the blaze of the golden plate and out of the sleeve of the darkness there comes a finger-a finger of fiery terror circling around and circling around as though it would write; and then it comes up and with a sharp tip of flame it inscribes on the 1 plastering of the wall the doom of the king: 1 “V\ eighed in the balances, aud found warning.” The bang of heavy fists against the fates of the palace are followed by the reaking in of the doors. A thousand gleaming knives strike into a thousand i quivering hearts. Now Death is king, and he is seated on a throne of corpses. In that hail there is a balanoe lifted. God swung : it On one side of the balance are put Belshazzar s opportunities, on the other side of the b dance are put Belshazzar's sins. The i sins come down. His opportunities go up i Weighed in the balances—found wanting I There has been a great deal of cheatin'* 1 in our country with false weights and meas- 1 nves and balances, and the government to change that state qf things appointed com- i missioners whose business it was to stamp weights and balances, and a great deal of ' the wrong has been corrected. But still after all, there is no such thing as ilpeflooi balance on earth. The chain may brake, or some of the metal may be clipped, or in some way the equipose may be a little disturbed. You cannot always depend upon earthly balances. A pound is not always a pou ;d and you may pay for one tning 'and get another: but in the balance which is suspend- [ ed to the throne of God. a pound is a pound, and right is right, and wrong is wrong, and' ; a soui is a soul, and eternity is eternity God Has a perfect bushel and a perfect peck &nd & perfset jr&llon. When merchants i wetgh their goods in the wrong way, then the Lord weighs the goods again. If from the imperfect measure the merchant pours I out what pretends to be a gallon of oil and there is less than a gallon, God knows it, and He calls upon His recording angel to mars “j "So much wanting in that measure of oil.” The farmer conus in from the I country. He has apples to sed. He has au imperfect measure. He pours out 1 the apples from this imperfect measure God recognizes it. He says to the recording angel: "Mark down so many apples too few—an imperfect measure.” We may 1 cheat ourselves and we may cheat the 1 world, but we cannot cheat God. and in the ‘ great day of judgement it will be found out that what we learned in boyhood at school Is correct; that twenty hundred weight make a ton, and one hundred and twenty solid feet make a cord of wood. No more, ; no less, knd a religion which does not take hold of this life as well as the life to come fa no religion at aIL But, my friends, that is not the style of balances I am to speak of today, that. Is not the kind of weightsi and Measures. I am to speak of that kind of balances which can weigh weigh churches, weigh men weigh nations and weigh worlds. "What!” you say, “is it possible that our World is to be weighedf” Yes. Why, you Would think if God put on one side the balances suspended from the throne the Alps, and the Pyrenees, and the Himalayas, and Mount Washington, and all the c>ties of the earth, they would crush it No, no. The time will come when God will sit down on the white throne to see the world weighed, and on one side will be the world’s opportunities, and on the other side the world’s sins. Down will go the sins and away will go the opportunities, and God will say to the messengers with the torch: "Burn that world! weighed and found wanting!” So God will weigh churches. He takes a great church. That great church, according to the worldly estimate, must be weighed. Be puts it on one side the balances, and the minister and the choir and the buflding that cost its hundreds of thousands of dollars. He puts them on one side the balances. On the other side of the scale be puts what that church ought to bo, what its consecration ought to be, what ita sympathy for the poor ought to be, what its devotion to all good ought to he That is on one side. That side comes down, and the church, not being able to

does not make’ any magnificent machinery. A church U built for one thing—to save souls. If it haves* few souls when it might save a multitude of souls, God will spew it out of his mouth. Weighed and found wanting! So God estimates nations. How many times he has put the Spanish monarchy into the scales, and found it insufficient and condemned it! The French empire was placed on one side the scales, and God weighed the French empire, and Napoleon said: "Have I not enlarged the boulevards? Did I not kindle the glories of the Champs Ely sees! Have I not adorned the Tuileries? Have I not built the gilded Opera house?” Then God weighed the nation, and he pnt on one side the scales the emperor, ana the boulevards, and the Tuileries, and the Champs Elysees. and the gilded Opera house, and on the other side ne puts that man’s abominations, that man’s libertinism, that man’s selfishness, 4hat man’s godless ambition. This last came down, and all the brilliancy of the scene vanished. What is that voice coming up from Sedan? Weighed and found wanting! But I must become more individual and more personal in my address. Some people say they do not think clergymen ought to be personal in their religious address, but ought to deal with subjects in the abstract. I do not tnink that way. What would you think of a hunter who should go to the Adirondacks to shoot deer in the abstract? Ah! no. He loads the gun, he pfits the butt of it against the breast, he runs his eye along the barrel, he takes aim, and then crash go the antlers on the rocks. And so, if we want to be hunters for the Lord, we must take sure aim and fire. Not in the abstract are we to treat things in religious discussions. If a physician comes into a sick room, does he t reat disease in the abstract? No; he feels the pnlse, takes the diagnosis, then he makes the prescription. Ana if we want to heal souls for this life and the life to come, we do not want to treat them in the abstract. The fact is, you and I have a malady which, if uncured by grace, will kill us forever. Now, I want no abstraction. Where is the balm? Uhere is the physician? People say there is a day of judgment coming. My friends, every day is a day of judgment, and you and I to day are being canvassed, inspected, weighed. Here are the balances of the sanctSary. They are lifted; and we must all be weighed. Vv ho will come and be weighed first? Here is a moralist who volunteers. He is one of the most upright men in the country. He comes. Well, my brother, get in—get in the balances now, and be weighed. But as he gets into the balances, I say: “What is that bundle you have along with you?” "Oh,” he says, that is my reputation for goodness, and kindness, and charity, and generosity, and kindliness generally.” “O my brother! we cannot weigh that; we are > going to weigh you—you. Now, stand in I the scales—you, the moralist. Paid your i debts?” “Yes,” you say, ‘paid all iny ! debts.” Have you acted in an upright way ■ in the community?” "Yes, yes.” “Have you been kind to the poor? Are you faithful in a thousand relat.ons in .life'” "Yes.” “So far, so good. But now, before you get out of this scale, I want to ask you two or three quest ions. Have yonr thoughts always oeen right!” “Wo,” yciu 1 say; “no.” Put down one mark. “Haveyou loved tho Lord with all your heart, and siiM, and mind and strength •” "b o,” you say. 1 Make another mark. "Come now, be frank, \ and confess that in ten thousand things you ! i have come short—have you not?” “Yes.” ! Make ten thousand murks. Co ne now, got ■ me a book largo enough to make the record ! | of that moralist s deficits. Y y -brother-, j stand in the scales, do not fly away from ; them I put on your side the scales all the good deeds you ever did, all the kind no ds you ever ut’.ered; but on the other side the scales I put this weight which God says I must put there-on th<r other side the scales and opposite to yours I put tmis I weight: “By the deeds of the law shall no ! flesh living be justified.” Weighed ;.nd ‘ found wanting. j Still, the balances of tho sanctuary' are suspended and wc are ready to weigh any j who come. Who shall be the next! V, ell. i here is a formalist He comes and hs gets : into the balances, and as ho g:ts in I'Ve that all his re !gion is in genuflexions an 1 }ti -outward observances. As he gets into the scales I say: “What is that you have in this pocket!” “Oh!” he says, ‘that, is i V\ estminster Assembly Catechism.’ isay : i “Very good. What have you iu the other pocket,'” “Oh!” he says. “that is the Heidelberg Catechism.” "Very good. ! \N hat is that you have under your arm, j standing in this balance of the sanctuary!” “Oli!” be says, “tlnil is it church re : ord.” “Very good. What are these books on your j sde the balances?” "Oh!” he says, " hose 1 are ‘Calvin s Institutes.’ ” “My brother, we are not weighing books; we are wei-rh-isgryou. It cannot be that you are depending for your salvation upon our orthodoxy Do you not know that the creeds and the forms of religion are merely the scaffolding for the buildin g? You certain--I.Y are not going to mistake the scaf- i folding for the temple. Do yon not know that men have gone to perdition with a catechism in their pocket!” “But, 1 says the man, “I cross myself often.” “Ah! that will not save you.” "But,” says the man, "I am sympathetic for the poor.” "That will not save you.” Says the man, “I sat at the communion table.” That will not; save you. “But,” says the man, “I have had my name on the church re< ora.” "That will not save you.” "But I have been, a professor of religion forty years, ” ‘‘Taat will not,-save yen. rfetand thcrc-ow your side tiro balances, and I will give you t-.e advantage —I Will let you have all the creeds, all the church records, all tho Christian conventions that were ever held, all the communion i tables that were ever built, on yoar side ! the balances. On the other side the balances I must put what God says I I must put there. I put this million poind I weight on the other side the balances: “.- aving the form of godliness but denying the power thereof, 4 rom sueh turn away.” \ eighed and found wanting! Still the balances are suspended. Are < there any others who would like to be | weighed or who will bo weighed! Yes; t here comes a worlding. He gets into the sca.es. I can very easily see what his whole life is made up of. Stocks, dividends. percentages, “buyer ten days,” * buyer thirty days.” Get in, my friend, get into these balances and be weighed— , weighed for this life, and weighed for the 4 life to come. He gets in. I find that the • two great questions in his life are. “How : cheaply can I buy these goods!” and “How dearly can 1 sell them?” I find ho admires heaven because it is a land of gold, and money must be “easy.” I find from talking with him that lyffigieo and the Sabbath are an interruption, a vulgar interruption, and he hopes on the way to church to drum up a new customer! All the week he has been weighing fruits, weighing meats, weighing ice, weighing coals, weighing confections, weighing I worldly and perishable commodities, not realizing the fact that he himself has been [ weighed. On vour side the balances, O woriJUng! I will give you full advantage. I put on your s de all the banking houses, | all the store houses, all the cargoes, all the insurance companies, all the factories, all the silver, all the gotd, all the money vaults, all the Bare deposits—all on your side. But it does not add one ounce, for at the very moment we are congratulating you on your fine house and upon your princely income, God aud the angels are writing iu regard to your soul: “V\ eighed and found wanting I” But I must go faster and speak of the final scrutiny. The fact is, my friends, we are moving on amid astounding realities. These pulses which now are drumming the march of life, may, after a while, call a halt. We walk on a hair hung bridge over chasms. All around us are dangers lurking ready to spring on us from ambush, w 0 He down at night, not knowning whether we shall arise in the morning. VVe start out for our occupations, not knowing whether we shall cotgQ back. Crowns being burnished fot'-thy'brqw or bolts forged for Thy,Prison. Angels of light ready to shout at thy deliverance, or Jlbuds of darkness stretching out skeleton”hands to pull thee down into ruin consummate. Suddenly the judgment will be here. The angel with one foot on the sea and the other foot on the land, will swe ir by him that liveth for ever and ever that time shall lie no longer: “Behold, he cometh with clouds, and every eye shall‘see him.’’ Hark to the jarring

of the mountains. tVhy, that is the setting down of the scales, the balances. And then there is a _ flash as from a cloud, but it is the glitter of the shinning balances, and they are hoisted, and all nations are to be weighed. The unforgiven get in on this side the balances. They may have weighed themselves and pronounced a flattering decision. The world may have weighed them and pronounced them moral. Now they are being weighed in God’s balances that can make no mistake. All the property gone, all the titles of distinction gone, all the worldly success gone; there is a soul, absolutely nothing but a soul, an immortal soul, a never dying soul, a soul stripped of all worldly advantages, a soul—on one side the scales, on the other side the balances are wasted Sabbaths, disregarded sermons, ten thousand opportunities of mercy and pardon that were cast aside. They are on the other side the scales, and there God stands, and in the presence of men and devils, cherubim, and archangel, be announces while groaning earthquake, and crackling conflagration, and judgment tram net, and everlasting atorni repeat it: “Weighed in the balance, and found wanting.” • ” But, say some who are Christians: “Cer tainiy you don’t mean to say that we will have to get in the balances? Our sins are all pardoned, our title to heaven is secure. Certainly you are not going to put us in the balances?” Yes, my brother. We must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, and on that day you are certainly going to be weighed. i O follower of Christ! you get into tha balances. The bell of the judgment is ring- j in g. You must get into the balances. You I get in on this side. On the other side the balances we will place all the opportunities of good which you did not improve, all the j attainments in piety which you might have had, but which you refused to take. We place them »)! on the other side. They go down, and your soul rises in the scale. You cannot weigh against all those imperfections. W ell, then, we must give you the advantage, and on your side the scales we will place all the good deeds you have ever done, and all the kind words you have ever uttered. Too light yet! Well, we must put on your side all the consecration of your life, all the holiness of your life, OH the prayers of your life, all the faith of your Cnristi&n life. Too light yet! Come, mighty men of the past, and get in on that side the scales. Come, Payson, and Doddridge, and Baxter, get in on that side the scales and make them come down, that this righteous one may be saved. They come and get in the scales. T'oo r light yet! Come, the martyrs, the Latimer s, the Wickliffes, the men who suffered at tho stake for Christ. Get on this side the Christian’s balances, and see if you cannot help him weigh it aright. They come and get in. Too light! Come, angels of God on high. Let not the righteous perish with the wicked- They get in on this side the balances. Too light yet! I put on this side the balances all the scepters of light, all the thrones of power, all the crowns of "lory. Too light yet. But just at that point, Jesus, the son of God, comes up to the balances, and he puts one of his scarred feet on your side, and the balances begin to tremble from top to bottom. Then he puts both of his scarred feeton the balances, and the Christian's side come down with a stroke that sets all the Hells of heaven ringing. That ro.k of Ages heavier than any other weight. But says the Christian: "Am I to he allowed to get off so easily?” Yes. If some one should come and put on the other side the scales all your imperfections, all your envies, all your jealousies, all your in- i con -isteneies of life, they would not budge , the scales with Christ on your side the spites. Go free! There is no condemna-1 tion to them that are in Christ Jesus. I Chains broken, prison houses opened, sins pardoned. Go free! eighed in the balances, and nothing, nothing wanted. Oil! what a glorious hope. U ill you accept it this day! Christ making up for. what you lack, Christ the atonement for all your sins. \\ ho will accept him? vv ill not this whom audience say: “I am insufficient, I am a sinnbr, l am lost by reason of my tr-nsgressions, but Christ has paid it all. My i ord, aud my God, my life, my pardon, my heaven. Lord Jesus, I hail theo.” Oh! if you could only understand the worth of that sacrifice, this whole audience would this moment accept Christ and be saved. j We go away off, or back into history, to get some iilustr ition by which vve may set forth what Christ has done for us. We need not go so far. I saw a vehicle behind a runaway horse dashing through the street, a mother and her two children in the carriage. The horse dashed along as tkoug i to hurt them to death, and a mounted policeman with a shout clearing the wav, and the horse at full run, attempted to seize tho-e runaway ho -ses and to save a calamity, when his own horse fell and rolled over him. He was picked up half dead. Why were our 1 sympathies so stirred? Because he was badly hurt, aud hurt for others. But I tell you to-day of how Christ, the Son of God, on the f lood red horse of sacrifice came for our rescue, and rode down the sky and rode unto death for our rescue. Are not your hearts touched? That was a s icrifice for you and me. D thou who didst ride on the red horse of sacrifice! come th s hour, and ride ihrough this assemblage on the White horse of. victory.

Boulanger and the Catholic Tarty.

Since the see of Rome has been 00-eupied -eupied by a -Pope- who -k nows --how -tobe at tbe same time an unedmpromising dogmatist and a circumspect politician, the French clergy h s abandoned" its militant attitude against the present form of government, its prin- 1 cipal bishops have spoken moderately t on this point, and have declined alt formal adhesion to any party whatever. This, unfortunately is not the case with a notable fraction of the laymen of the Catholic party, who seem to be, above all, anxious to secure the interests of the Church by making bargains with vain promise-makers like General Boulanger, for the execution of whose promises they have no other guaranty than the impudent lies which have I hitherto been the most remarkable! facts of his career. We have seen po-. litical. men, who are leaders of the Catholic party, openly enter the disgraceful coalition formed under our very eyes between pretended conserv- | ativesS and the facetious general, whose only programme is Caesarisra for his own benefit. If this alliunce between the Catholic party—which we distinguish from the Church token as a whole—and General Boulanger becomes a reality, it will be one of tbe most lamentable scandals of modern times, and all the momentary advantages which the Catholics might obtain at this price would be more than compensated by the contempt with which they would br.md their creed for the, greater success of atheism, to which | they would furnish the best of excuses. They would be responsible for it before God and before men.—M. Edmond de Press©nse. Senator, in Harper’s Magazine.

A Aenus in Chocolate.

One of the curiosities of the Paris exposition is' the Venus of Milo in chocolate—a copper-colored Venus, The statue is the work of an Italian confectioner who does not have the reverence for a work of art, in the opinion of its French possessors, that they think he should have in view of his nationally. “What is Brooklyn’s part in the exposition!'' asks the Cltixen. To pay nothing, and claim half interest in it,—Rochester Herald, p j

A SURGICAL SURPRISE.

Destroyed Brain Matter duced—Frank Stamm Carrie* a Bullet In His Head, and Qrows Fat With a Hole In His Brain. Fresno claims the honor of a most important discovery in medical science, and Doctors Deardoff and Sponogle are the names that will be mentioned iu the medical journal as the discoverers. i It has herolofore been almost an axiom among- the profession that nerve tissue will not granulate, or iu other words, that when a part of it is destroyed or cut it will not be reproduced, as in the case of muscular tissue. which will granulate and heah The case upon which the doctors named operated in one of some nine months’ standing, and has been frequently mentioned in the local newspapers, but the outcome or the experiment was not definitely ascertained until a few days ago. and is now given for the first time to the public through’ the columns of the Republican. Some time in August last a ten-year-old boy named Frank Stamm was accidentally shot by a playmate with a pistol ball iu the left side of the forehead. The missile crashed .through the skull without glanciug, aud imbedded itself in the brain. From the jagged edges of the wound portions of the brain protruded, and the sufferer lay uuconscions and as one dead. Several physicians were called in, and, after making an examination that satisfied them that the bullet was in the brain, they said there was no hope of the patient surviving. Then Drs. Deardorff and Sponogle were sent for, and, after consultation, decided that there was about one chance in a million to save the lad’s life. They determined to try the chance. They argued that if left alone the boy would die in a few hours, whereas if they operated upon him he would feel no pain, as he was unconscious, and, consequently, there would be nothing brutal in their mode of procedure. Neither would it be unnecessary, for 1 nothing can be unnecessary, to save human life, even if the chance is but as a drop of water in a river. Without losing any time they trephined the skull and removed several pieces of broken bone and a fragment of the bullet that had been split in passing through the skulL Then they cut the torn pieces of the brain that protruded, and after clean* ing the wound left it open for the discharge of pus for a day or two. Then the wound was covered and th* doctors awaited the result with more than ordinary anxiety. The boy gained rapidly in health and strength, but his condition was Still considered critical, as a turn for She worse might come at any moment. To add to the scientific anxiety of the attending physicians several othor doctors in an unprofessional and unscientific spirit circulated a report that they had acted with brutality in operating upon the boy, and prolonged his sufferings when there there was ho chance for his life. After a lapse of several weeks it was found that a fungus growth had pushed the scalp up and formed a large and dangerous-looking protrusion. The doctors did not care to meddle with it until they were positive of its real character, and for three or four months it grew larger and larger. Drs. Deardoff and Sponogle saw that the time had come to remove the ugly protuberance, and they cut it off, cleaned out the wound again and drew the cut edges of the scalp as near together. fiS.lb,ey:.s,Qu.ld, They - took., out two or three quarter ounces of the brain and subjected the fungoid matter to a microscope examination. They found, as the expected, that it was composed of true nerve tissue. Contrary to expectation the wound seemed to heel, and to their great surprise they saw granulations form on the nerve tissue between the cut edges of the scalp. The granulations, however, were rather red, and had an inflammatory appeirance, but the granulations increased, the threatened infiamation disappeared, and to-day the boy is fat and strong. | A piece of the bullet still remains i p his brain, but he“ experiences no pain and eats harty. Of course, it could not be expected that ho would escape from so terrible a shock gnd mutila» tion without some lasting infirmity. The cutting by the bullet of so much brain tissue has partly paralyzed hU« right side, but after he gets fairly started the hesitation in thought and Bpeech is no longer observable. The attending physicians feel very proud of the outcome of the case. If the boy had died they would have been flayed alive with the scalpels of prosessional criticism. Cases in which a patient has survived with a bullet in his brain are exceedingly rare. One of the most recent is that of a Stockton gardener named Paravagna, who was shot with a pistol bullet a little above and in front of the right ear. The bullet wont completely through his brain almost in a horrizontal line and lodged against the skull on left side. The wound was treated by local physicians, and to their surprise he recovered. After his recovery his thinking faculties were found to be considerably impaired. He would har- 1 ness one side of a horse and neglect to harness the other side. Lie never could remember where ho left an article a I moment after be laid it down, but his

health was good and his muscular strength remained unimpaired. The bullet is still in his brain.—Fresno (Cat, Republican.

DEATH FROM TRICHINOSIS.

A Victim of This Awful Disease In j New York. Joseph Pal mi, a laborer, died at Bellevue Hospital; Wednesday, of that fortunately rare but extremely painful disease, trichinosis. This disease may be described to the technical reader as the propagation and infinite multiplicac tion of minute living worms in the muscles of the entire system. It usually arises from the incautious use of raw or partially cooked pork. On last Saturday afternoon the police summoned an ambulance to No. 49 Mulberry street to remove a man who was supposed to be suffering from a severe attack of inflammatory rheumatism. Dr. Henderson, the ambulance surgeon, 60 reported the case on his arrival, and it was thus entered on the books, but when Dr. D. H. Williams, jr. proceeded to examine the patient in his ward, he could not find any of the customary symptoms of inflammatory rheumatism. An interpreter was summoned, when Joseph was closely examined as to his experiences. He stated that the acute plains of which he complained had begun about June 5 and continued to increase in intensity and extent until the ambulance came for him. As these pains had first developed in the stomach and then spread through the body, Dr. Williams decided that it must be a case of trichinosis. Palmi at first denied that he had been eating pork, but finally admitted that about a week before the pains appeared he had purchased Some pigs’ feet of a butcher in Mulberry street near his residence. His wife and children had eaten the food with him. The man suffered terribly, and the physician was compelled to administer opiates, both internally and hypodermically, to ease the excruciating pain caused by the myriads of worms invading every muscle of his writhing body. Though the patient was able to take slight nourishment he continued to grow weaker day after day, until death finally put an end to his sufferings. ‘‘Although I nave not yet completed my diagosis,” said Dr. Williams yesterday. "I have no doubt that the case is one of trichinosis. Palmi acknowledged having eaten pig’s feet during the last week in May, but he must have eaten other kinds of piork, for pig’s feet contain vei*y little muscle, being principally composed of tendons, cartilage and gelatinous matter. According to his statement his wife had a slight attack of abdominal spasms, which are the first symptons of the disease. She, however, seems to have reoovered, though I should not be surprised if the woman was brought here in the same state as her husband was. Trichinosis consists of the breeding of minute worms in the muscles, and they go on multiplying until the entire system is filled with them. Being in the muscles of the pork, which has not been properly cooked — and it must be submitted to a heat of 255 degrees to kill the worms—they are taken into the stomach. Here they began increasing and produce the abdominal spasms which are the initial symptoms then, following the intestinal track they finally pass through the abdominal walls and so enter the lymphatic organs. From that moment the patient is doomed, anless he is so constituted that his system can resist the trichina when they become encysted and die. If they are too strong for resistance they go on living in the muscles until the latter decompose and death ensues very quickly.

‘•WSehTarmFwaiilfiret brought here I took a piece of muscle from his forearm and discovered that he had previously suffered from the disease, because - there were encysted worms visible in it After he died portions of the muscles in’ the calf and shoulder were removed, and these we intend examining under the microscope just as the portions are, and then they will be hardened and their transverse sections prepared for further, examination. But there is no doubt that our diagnosis is the correct one. One of the symptoms is an intense thirst and agonizing pain, both of which were present in this case. Usually trichinosis is developed from pork which is eaten raw, and people frequently have it who are in the habit of eating raw Westphalia harps and bologna sausage. But pork is hot the only meat which is capable of developing trichina, for they are found in the muscles of dogs and cats,' rats and mice, and even moles, all of which animals eat pork. The origin of trichinae is unknown, and they may be inherited for all we know.”—New York World.

And Yet She Wasn’t Tired.

“I’m awful tired,” Dusenberry said, as he flung himself into a ohair aftoi •upper. “What did you do to-day?” meekly asked his wife. ; ’ “Filled a large order, wrote three letters, went twice to the bank, and higgled with Branson until he threw |9 off his bill.” “And that made you tired, eh? Well, I prepared three meals, baked six loaves of bread, got the children, ready for school, mended all your Clpthes, cleaned the stair-rods, stoned three pounds of raisions, picked five quarts of berries, weeded the flower bed, white-washed the cellar, and phased an impudent tramp off the premises. And I don't say that I'm tired, either!”— Detroit Free Press.