Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 April 1896 — Page 2

BIG ROW AT THE END.

SECRETARY CARLISLE SPEAKS IN CHICAGO. fcwMlTef Advocates Create a Scene •t the Meeting—They Fire ■ Volley of QnMtlona at the Speaker—Police Take a Hand in Affairs. Carlisle at Chicago* Secretary at the Treasury John G. Carlisle addressed an audience In the ChijCago Auditorium for nearly two hours Wednesday night on fee financial question. L Gold wa* down on the program, and pad fen platform. Silver was down on j|«U and had, fee Tda: Altogether, says in correspondent, the address of the gold Kvocate was as near a Harvey-Horr dets as fee friends of fee white metal toould make it 1 And it only wanted a jlittla more warm blood and a little less police to end in a row. 1 Mr. Carlisle had held his long and august form in the vision of the people for two hours when fee silver men began. Then the lights went out and that ended fee Incipient debate. They began this way. Mr. Carlisle had just thanked fee people for listening to him. 00l J. 0. (Roberts, a prominent member of the People's party and one of the editors of the national Bimetallist, who had stumped fee South for Mr. Carlisle in- the days whoa fee Secretary talked not of gold tmt of silver, arose in his seat, and, in a voice That was heard above the din of

cheering and other noises, demanded the attention of the chairman, M. J. Carroll, *rho had called upon Secretary Grady to read a resolution thank>ag Mr. Carlisle for having accepted the Invitation of trade unionists to address them. “I desire to ask Mr. Carlisle,” said OoL Roberts, “to answer one question.” “Sh-h-h-h-h,” said the people, and Mr. Carlisle did not turn his retreating form. M. J, Carroll, who had not called for short word! of testimony in closing, jumped -up with the resolutions in his hand. “Whereas-—” he began. “Why don't you let the spenker answer the question,” shouted another man, rising in an excited little group. ‘ “Whereas ” “Mr. Chairman, why don’t you ” The “whereas" seemed to have it the resolution, which advised all the workingmen to read Mr. Carlisle’s speech and voted him unlimited thanks, was read, although for the rising din it might as well tisve- been Weyler’s proclamation. The groups of silver men, who were intent upon asking the question, were noisy and ibelligerent. But two policemen had Col. in their eyes, and found him and conducted the Populist to the rear. Chairman Carroll finally managed to put the resolution of thanks to a vote. There were thunderous “yeas,” but the “noes" would have carried any ordinary caucus. Little whirlpools of turmoil were forming in different parts of the house, and the policemen were kept busy. The « «ss>owd, too, wsa'sasTiog homeward. “Hurrah for Eugene V. Debs, anyway,” yelled a silver man. This called forth a vigorous response. “Hurrah for John G. Carlisle,” shouted a gold man in the gallery. The “house" was plainly “gold.” By this time the police had circulated their rotund forms quite thoroughly and the belligerents were quieted. The question which they 'wanted to ask, and for which Col. Roberts rose, related to Carlisle's speech in IS7B| when he pronounced the demonetization of silver “the most gigantic crime of this or any other age," which would “ultimately entail more misery upon the human race than all the wars, pestilence and famine that ever occurred in the history of the world.” The sllveritcs had fun earlier in the ate to Mr. Carlisle, until the police stopped them: | “John G. Carlisle, of Kentucky, after a lifetime devoted to the free coinage of ■liver at the ratio of 16 to 1, was sud--denly converted in 1893 to the gold standard in order to secure a seat in Cleveland’s cabinet “He how comes here, fresh from the banquet tables of the Wall street gold {bugs, to tell the idle and starving workingmen of Chicago how they may be successfully robbed by the gold bugs for the text four years.”

DEBS BARRED OUT.

{Faculty of Chicago University Be* h*e« to Uet Him Address Students. Division of opinion and not a little feeling has been aroused among the Students of the Chicago University by the decision of the faculty in barring B. V. Debs from speaking to the students some time during the next quarter. At a meeting o t |ths local oratorical association it was (agreed to invite the labor leader. When (he members of the faculty were apprised j

MAP OF THE RESERVATION.

of the intended invitation they immediately aent out for the representatives of the association ami firmly demanded that no sneb invitation should be issued.

RED LAKE RESERVATION.

Grand Rnsh for Homes to Take Place on May J 5. In an irregular rectangle In northwestern Minnesota, wife a length of 112 miles and a breadth of 100, wife a frontier of about 500, and containing 900,000 acres ready for settlement, is the great Red Lake reservation, the last of the large northwestern Indian reservations. It is to be,opened to the settler on May 15. The entire reserve consists of about 4,000,000 acres, but much of it contains pine and will not be allowed for settlement, while more is to be reserved for the 1,500 Indians of the' Red Lake Chlppewaa. and will not come into the market nntil the band is wiped, out or has become -sufficiently civilized to take and improve allotments and cease to be the ward of the nation. The reservation is virgin territory, of meadow, oak openings, reclaimable bog, prairie and brush lands, an anbroken wil--dernesa of pine and hardwood forest, of tamarack, cedar and spruce swamp, of muskeg and of lake, brook and river. Save the freighters’ roads to and from the trading post at the agency at the south shore of the lake, in the center of the lands, and fee marks of the surveyor’s ax and scribe on section lines and corners, there are no signs of the intrusion of the white man on this the greatest hunting and fishing ground held for the northwestern Indians. Were it not for the prevalent industrial and financial depression there would be a rush to this promised land as great as was

that at the opening of the Oklahoma country, and as it is there is the greatest movement of people that the Northwest has ever seen. German and Scandinavian farmers are in the majority of incomers. The States of lowa, Minnesota and Dakota have furnished the largest quota. Southern Michigan, the Dunkard colonies of Indiana, Nebraska, and even the New England’States are looked on to be represented later by hundreds of colonists. The Red Lake lands are beautiful for situation, well watered by streams whose sources are in never-failing springs, while ten to fifteen feet w r ill tap the underground veins in any part of the lands to be opened. There is no danger of drouth. There are no prettier locations for homes in all the West than on the streams that the Red Lake Indians have so zealously guarded for these many years, and are now about to give up. Around the streams and bordering the lakes is the timber growth, which, next to the meadow grass, will yield to the fortunate possessor the mast ample returns until the cleared land may produce crops. This timbered growth comprises all the woods common to the Morth, poplar predominating, and all in a thrifty condition. The timber is interspersed with hazel bushes, an unfailing sign of excellent soil. Several railroads are preparing to cross the lands in the near future, most of them running to the Lake Superior entrepot of Duluth, which will give the finest market in the NorthAefct to the grain afid pi-oduee raised.' Among these roads is the Farmers’ Railroad of the North Dakota agriculturists, under the lead of D. W. Hines. The opening of this /reservation will have widespread results. It will push the frontier into Canada; it will settle the vacant lands in northern Minnesota and make them tributary to the wholesalers of Minneapolis, St. Paul and Duluth; it will double the population of the surrounding towns in a month; it will add 25,000 people to the census of Minnesota in the first year; it will infuse new blood and new life into the farming communities of the Northwest.

Heads of the Triple Alliance, Who Held an Important Conference at Naples

Somethin* of the Newly Appointed Consol General to Cuba. Gen. Fitzhngh Lee, the newly appointed consul general to Cuba, is a nephew of Gen. Robert E. Lee and served under the

great Confederate leader during the war of the rebellion. He was htftn in 1835 at Clermont, Fairfax County, Virginia, and was graduated front the military academy in 1850. Commissioned as lieutenant in the Second cavalry, he went to the frontier, was severely wounded by the Indians and was recalled'to be instructor of cavalry at West Point. When the war came Lieut, Lee resigned his commission and joined the Confederate eause. At first he did staff duty and was adjutant general of Ewell’s brigade. In September, 1861, he was made lieutenant colonel of the First Virginia cavalry and soon afterward was promoted to be colonel. He served in all the campaigns of the army of northern Virginia. In 1802 Lee was made a brigadier cental M £ major general in lSt>3. At Winchester, in 18p4, he was disabled by a severe wound, which kepi_hJm from duty for several months. In 1805 he was placed in command tof the whole cavalry corps of the army of northern Virginia, and a mon th-later surrendered to Gen. Meade at Farmville and retired to his Virginia home. In 1865 he was elected Governor of Virginia. Gen. 'Lee goes to Cuba with absolute liberty to travel about wherever he pleases unobstructed and unrestricted by the Spaniards. Should the President desire any information concerning the state of affairs in Cuba the new consul general will be In a position to gather ts. It is known that Gen. Lee, while being a fair man, warmly sympathizes with the insurgents.

Weekly Reports of the Weather Bureau Covering Crop Prospects. The Weather Bureau, in summing up the situation in weather and crop circles, says that in the Southern States the week has been generally favorable for farm work, which has made good progress. In the more Northern districts, owing to ths lateness of the season, farming operations are much delayed, but are being pushed forward as rapidly as possible. Cotton planting is now quite general in the northern portion of the cotton belt, is well advanced in the southern portion, and the early plhntod is coming up. In Florida, it is nearly finished. Winter wheat is reported in excellent condition in Nebraska and eastern Kansas, and much improved and looking well in lowa, Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee and northern Illinois. Less fayorable reports are received from Wisconsin, Michigan, ' Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania and New York, in some of which States It has been-winter kitted and is in poor condition. No corn has yet been planted north of the Ohio river, but some planting has been done as far north as Kentucky and Virginia. West of the Mississippi some corn has been planted as far north as southern Nebraska. Plnnting is nearly completed in Oklahoma, and is in progress in Missouri. In Illinois and Indiana plowing for corn is general. In the Southern States corn planting is practically completed.

Missouri Democrats Declare for Free Silver Coinage. R. P. Bland’s boom for the presidential nomination, on a free coinage of silver platform, was launched with great enthu-

fral Committee called the convention to order in Wood's Opera House at 12:30 o’clock. After prayer by Rev. J. S. Meyer, ex-Congressman William M. Hatch was announced as tempi rury chairman, and Jeff Follard of St. Louis ns temporary secretary. Mr. Hatch made a spirited address, and throughout its delivery was cheered long and loud. The mention of Mr. Bland’s name ns one of the most valuable and faithful of Democrats brought forth, a flood of applause and cheers. Mr. Hatch hoped the Chicago convention would adopt an unequivocal silver platform.

THREE KINGS IN COUNCIL.

GEN, FITZHUGH LEE.

GEN. FITZHUGH LEE.

FARM WORK PROGRESSING.

START A BLAND BOOM.

siasm by the Missou r i Democratic State convention at Sedalia. It was the largest gathering of the party ever held in the State, for, is addition to the 535 delegates, over 2,000 visitors were pres--sfr.< c .tteS

R. P. BLAND.

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

ft' %' ' 1 AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ON CHRIST’S EXPATRIATION. The King Who Left a Throne, Closed a Palace ajid Went Forth to Die In a Hostile Country America the Home of the Voluntary Exile, An Imperial Exile. It is wonderful to how many tunes the gospel may be set. Dr. Talmage’s sermon in Washington last Sunday shows another way in which the earthly experience of our Lord is set forth. His text was IL Samuel xv., 17, “And the king went forth and tarried in a place which was faiToff." Far up and far back in the history of heaven there came a period when its most Illustrious citizen was about to absent himself. He, was not going to sail from beach to beach. We have often done that. He was not going to put out from ono hemisphere to another hemisphere. Many of us have done that. But he was to sail from world to world, the spaces unexplored and the immensities untraveled. No world ha’S ever hailed heaven, and heaven has never hailed any other world. I think that the windows and the balconies were thronged, and that the pearly beach was crowded with those who had come to see him sail put of the harbor of light into the ocean beyond. Out and out and out and on and on and on and down aiid down and down he sped, until one night, with only one to greet him, when he arrived, his disembarkation s ( o unpretending, so quiet, that it was not known on earth until the excitement in the cloud gave intimation Jo the Bethlehem rustics that something grnn<3 and giorlou's had happened. Who comes there? From what port did he sail? Why was this the place of his destination? question tlio shepherds. T question Tne raniel UrTvel'F. I question the angels. *1 have found out. He was an exile; But the world had plenty of exiles." Abraham, an exile from Haran; John, an exile from, Ephesus; Koseluako. an exile from Poland; Mazzini, an exile from Rome; Emmet, an exile from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an' exile from France; Kossuth, an exile from Hungary. But this one of whom I speak to-day had such resounding farewell and came into such chilling reception—for not even a hostler went out with his lantern to light him hi—that he is more to be celebrated than any other expatriated exile of earth or heaven. . . ,

- An Imperial Exile. First, I remark that Christ was an imperial exile. He got dowu.off a throne. He took off a tiara. He closed a palace gate behind him. His family were princes, and princesses. Vashti was turned out of the throneroom by Ahasuerus. David was dethroned by Absalom’s infamy. The five kings were hutled into a cavern by Joshua’s courage. Some of the Henrys of England and some of the Louis of France were jostled on their thrones by discon.tented subjects. But Christ was nevermore honored, or more popular, or more loved than the day he left heaven. Exiles have suffered severely, but Christ turned himself out from throneroom into sheep pen and down the top to the bottom. He was not pushed off. He was not manacled for foreign transportation. He was not put out .because they no more wanted him in celestial domain, but by choice departing and descending into an exile five times as long as that of Napoleon at St. Helena and 1,000 times worse; the one exile suffering for that he had destroyed nations, the other exile suffering because he came to save a world. An imperial exile. King eternal. “Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto him that sitteth upon the throne.” But I go farther and tell you lie was an : exile on a barren island. This world is one of the smallest islands of light in the ocean of immensity. Other stellar kingdoms are many thousand times larger than this. Christ came to this small Patinos of a world. When exiles are sent out they are generally sent to regions that are sandy or cold or hot—some Dry Tortugas of disagreeableness. Christ came as an exile to a world scorched with heat and bitten with cold, to deserts simoon swept, to a howling wilderness. It was the back dooryard, seemingly, ot the universe. Yea, Christ came to the poorest part of this barren island of a world— Asia Minor, with its intense summers, unfit for the residence of a foreigner and in the rainy season unfit for the residence of a native. Christ eaftne not to such a land as America, or England, or France, or Germany, but to a land one-third of the year drowned, another third of the year burned np ahd only one-third of the year just tolerable. Oh! it was the barren island of a world. Barren enough for Christ, for it gave such jsmaJj,jF£>xahip and such* inadequate affection and such little gratitude. Imperial exile on the barren island of a world. In a Hostile Conntry. I go farther and tell you that he was an exile in a hostile country. Turkey was never so much against Russia, Franco was never so much against Germany, as this earth was against Christ. It took him in through the door of a stable. It thrust him out at the point of a spear. The Roman Government against him, with every weapon of its army, and every decision of its courts, and every beak of its war eagles. For years after his arrival the! only question was how best to put him out Herod hated him; the high priests hated him; the Pharisees hated him; Judas Iscariot hated him; Gestas, the dying thief hated him. The whole earth seemingly turned into a detective to watch his steps. And yet he faced this ferocity. Notice Jjnjt mos£ yf Christ’s wounds were in front Some scourging on (he shoulder, but mort of in front fie wasnot on fftreat when Jig fxpiretL £ase to face with the world’s sin. Face to face with the world’s woe. His eye on the raging countenances - of his foaming antagonists when he expired. When the cavalry officer roweled his steed so that he might come nearer up and see the tortured visage of the suffering exile, Christ saw it When the spear was thrust at his side, and when the hammer was lifted for his feet, and when the reed was raised to strike deeper down the spikes of thorn, Christ watched the whole procedure. When his hands were fastened to the cross, they were wide open still with benediction. Mind you, his head was not fattened. He could look to the right and he could look to the left and he could look np, and he could look down. . He saw when the spikes had been driven home, and the hard, round iron heads were in the palms of his hands. He saw themi as plainly as you ever saw anything in the palms of your hands. No ether, no chlo-

rofoym, no merciful anaesthetic to dull or "Stupefy; but; wide awake, he'Saw fee obscuration of the heavens, the unbalancing of the rocks, the countenances quivering with rage and the cachinnation diabolic. Oh, it was the hostile as well as the barren island of a world! I go farther and tell you that this exile was far from home. It is 95,000,000 miles, from here to the sun and all astronomers agree in saying that our solar system is only one at the smaller wheels of fee great machinery of the universe turning aronnd some <Jhe great center, the center so far distant it is beyond ail imagination and calculation, and, if, as some think, that great center in the distance is heaven, Christ came far from home when he came here. Have you ever thought of the homesickness of Christ? Some of you kpovy what homesickness is when you have been only a few weeks absent from the domestic circle. Christ was 83 years away from home. Some of you feel homesickness when you are 100 or 1,000 miles away from the domestic circle. Christ was more million miles away from home than you could count if all your life yon did nothing but count. You know what it is to be homesick even amid pleasant surroundings, but Christ slept in huts, and he was athirst, and he was a-hungered, and he was on the way from being born in another man’s barn to being buried in another man’s grave. I have read how the Swiss, when they are far away from their native country, at the sound of their national air get so homesick that they fall into melancholy and sometimes they die under the homesickness. But, oh, the homesickness of Christ. Poverty homesick for celestial riches. Persecution homesick for hosanna. Weariness homesick for rest. Homesick for angelic and archangelic companionship. Homesick to get out of the night and the storm and the world’s dxeeration. Homesickness will make 4.jyeej| gppm n g long as J month and it seems’ to methat ,the three decades of Christ’s residence on earth must have seemed to him almost i§t|ngipbie. You have often tried to measure the other pangs of Christ, but you have never tried to measure the magnitude and ponderosity of a Saviour’s homesickness.

I take a step farther and tell you that Christ was in an exile which he knew would end in_ assassination. Holman Stunt, the master painter, has a picture in ■which he represents Jesus Christ in the Nazarene carpenter shop. Around him are the saws, the hammers, the axes, the drills of carpentry. The picture represents Christ as rising from the carpenter’s working bench and wearily stretching out his arms as one will after being.in contracted or uncomfortable posture, and the light of that picture is so arranged that the arms of Christ, wearily stretched forth, Together with his body, throw on the wail the shadow of the cross. Oh, my friends, that shadow was on everything in Christ’s lifetime. Shadow of a cross on the Bethlehem swaddling clothes; shadow of a cross on the road over yyhich the three fugitives fled into Egypt; shadow of a cross on Lake Galilee as Christ walked its mosaic floor of opal and emerald and crystal; shadow of a cross on the road to Emmaus; shadow of a cross on the brook Kedron, and. on the temple, and on the side of Olivet; shadow of a cross on sunrise and sunset. Gonstantine, marching with his army, saw just once a cross in the sky, but Christ saw the cross all the time. The Doom of a Desperado," On a rough jouriey we cheer ourselves with the fact that it will end in warm hospitality, but Christ knew that his rough path would end at a defoliaged tree, without one leaf and with only two branches, bearing fruit of such bitterness as no human lips had ever tasted. Oh, what an exile, starting in an infancy without any cradle and ending in assassination! Thirst without any water, day without any sunlight. The doom of a desperado for more than angelip excellence. For what that expatriation and that exile? Worldly good sometimes comes from worldly evil. The accidental glance 'of a sharp blade from a razor grinder’s wheel put out the eye of Gambetta and excited sympathies which gained him an education and started him on a career that made his name more majestic among Frenchmen than any other name in the last twenty years. Hawthorne, turned out of the office of collector at Salem, went home in despair. His wife touched him on the shoulder and said, “Now is the time to write your book,” and his famous “Scarlet Letter” was the brilliant consequence. Worldly good sometimes comes from worldly evil. Then be not unbelieving when I tell yon that from the greatest crime of all eternity and of the whole universe, the murder of the Son of God, there shall come results which shall eclipse all the grandeurs of eternity past and eternity to come. Christ, an exile from heaven opening the way for the deportation toward heaven and to heaven of »&!! these who -accept Atonement, a ship large enough to take all the passengers that will come aboard it. A Land of Voluntary Exile, For this royal exile I bespeak the love and service of all the exiles here present, and, in one sense or the other, that includes all of us. The gates of this continent have been so widely opened that there are here many voluntary exiles from other lands. Some of you are Scotch? men. I see it in your high cheek bones and in the color that illumines your face when I mention the land of your nativity. Bonny Scotland! Dear old kirk! Some of your ancestors sleeping in Greyfriars churchyard, or by the deep lochs filled out of the pitchers of heaven, or under the heather, sometimes so deep of color it makes one think of the blood of the Cove«nanters -who —signed their names for Christ, dipping their pens into the veins of their own arms opened for that purpose. t How every fiber of your nature thrills as I mention the names of Robert Bruce and the Campbells and Cochrane. Jbespeak for Jhis royal exile of my text tie ioyg M.tigfem>’y£fiU Ssg<&&: lies. Some of you are Englishmen. Your ancestry served the Lord. Have I not read the sufferings of the Haymarket? And have I not seeta in Oxford the very spot where Ridley and Latimer mounted the red chariot? Some of your ancestors heard George Whitefield thunder, or heard Charles Wesley sing, or heard John Bunyaa tell his dream of the celestial city, and the cathedrals under the shadow of which some of you were born had in their grandest organ roll the name of the Messiah. I bespeak for the royal exile of my sermoaHie.l«T.e And iUe.jmiQe.fif all Eat lish exiles. Yes, some of you came from the island of distress over which hunger, on a throne of human skeletons, sat queen. All eff<sMs at amelioration halted by massacre. Procession of famines, procession of martyrdoms marching from northern channel to Cape Clear and from the Irish

aea acros* to fee n<*^ bounded as geographers tell ns, bat ad every philanthropist knows—bounded on the north and the south and the east and the west by woe which no hninan politics can alleviate and only Almighty God can assuage. , Land of Goldsmith’s rhythm, and Sheridan’s wit, and O’ConneU’s • quence, and Edmund Burke’s statesmanship, and O’Brien’s sacrifice. Another Patmos with its apocalypse of blood. Yet you cannot think of it to-day without having your eyes blinded with emotion, for there your ancestors sleep in graves, some of which they entered for lack of bread. For this royal exile of my sermon I bespeak the love and the service of all Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are from Germany, the land of Luther; and some of you are from Italy, the land of Garibaldi, and some of you are from France, the land of John Calvin, one of the three mighties of the glorious reformation. Some of you are descendants of the Puritans, and they were exiles, and some of you are descendants of the Huguenots* and they were exiles, and some of you are descendants of the Holland refugees, and they were exiles. Heaven the Exile's Home. Some of you were born on the basks of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you are now living in this latitude; some of you on the banks of the Kennebec or at the foot of the Green mountains, and you are here now; some of you on the prairies of the West or the tablelands, and, you are here now. Oh, how many of us far away from home! All of us exiles. This is not our home. Heaven is our home. Oh, I am so glad when the royal exile went back he left the gate ajar of left it wide open. “Going home!” That is the dying exclamation of the majority of Christians. I have seen many Christians die. I think nine out of ten of them in the last moment say, “Going home,” Going home out QjS jjamshgispf mid gm apd sprrQw~ana sadfiels. Going homq to join In the hilarities of our parents and our dear children who have already departed. Going home to Christ. Going home to God. Going homo to stay. Where are your loved ones that died in Christ? You pity them. Ah, they ought to pity you ! You are an exile far from home. They are ho&e! Oh, what a time it will be for you when the gatekeeper of heaven shall say: “Take off that rough sandal. The journey’s ended. Put down that saber. The battle’s won. Put off that iron coat of mail and put on the robe of conqueror.” At that gate of triumph I leave you to-day, only reading three tender cantos translated from the Italian. If you, ever heard anything sweeter, I never did, although I canndj adopt all its theology: ’Twas whispered one morning in heaven How the little child angel May, In the shade of the great while portal, / Sat sorrowing night and day; How she said to the stately warden, He of the key and bar: “Oh, angel, sweet angel, I pray you Set the beautiful gates ajar, Only a little, I pray you, Set the beautiful gates ajar. “I can hear my mother weeping. ' She is lonely; she cannot see A glimmer of light in the darkness When the gates shut after me. Oh, turn me the key, sweet angel, The splendor will shine so far.” But the warden answered, “I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar,” Spoke low and answered, “I dare not Set the beautiful" gates ajar.” Then up rose Mary, the blessed, Sweet Mary, the mother of Christ, Her hand on the hand of the angel She laid, and her touch sufficed. Turned was the key in the portal, Fell ringing the golden bar, And, 10, in the little child’s fingers Stood the beautiful gates ajar, In the little child’s angel fingers , Blood the beautiful gates ajar.

Wooden Defenses.

Life was very insecure In mediaeval times. It was usual for people to. sleep on a bed which was surrounded by sides of board, with strong posts at the four corners. These sides contained sliding doors, which could be fastened inside. When men retired to rest they took a weapon with them. If attacked in the night, they were aroused by the noise made by the crashing In of their wooden defenses, and were able to defend themselves. When the law became strong enough to protect human life, the sides of the bedstead were gradually dispensed with, but the four posts remained. The box-like bed still survives in the rural parts of Scotland, and Is almost necessary where the earthen floors and imperfect ceilings cause much damp. Emily Bronte in “Wuthering Heights,” describes one of these feedateads in the okt mansion as forming a “little closet.”

Nothing but Luck.

Hard luck is almost a synonym for laziness. Good luck Is the twin brother of hard work. Luck walks while 'wofk rides in a carriage. Luch pictures a dollar, while work earns it Luck dreams of a home, but work builds one. To trust to luck is like fishing with a bookless line. Luck is a disease for which hard work is the only remedy. Luck longs for a dinner, wliila labor goes out and earns one. Luch goes barefooted, while work never lacks for a pair of shoes. Luck is a weather vane with the distinguishing points broken off. . The man who relies'on luck is lucky i£he keeps out of the poorhouse.—New York Commercial Advertiser. Vice President W. Steward tvobb, of the New York Central, has decided to build a new marble palace on his property at Scarborough-on-the-Hudson. He Intends to spend about $1,500,000 on the house. The style of architecture will be a modification of the chateau renaissance. The house, Including veraiidas, will be nearly 300 feet long and 130 feet wide. It is to be situated on aa elevation, surrounded by Italian flower gardens and winding roads, will command an extended view of the Hudson River. u A bitter and perplexed “What shall I do?” Is worse to man than worst ceasltar.— Coleridge. „ *