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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. J VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Semi-Weekly, One Tear - - - ?4 00 Weely, One Year - - - - - 2.00 A.YABLE IN ADVANCE.® All advertisements eminating from public flices will be charged for in accordance with an act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 35 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words; each figure and initial, with date and signature, Is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. Advertising Kates. One Square first insertion, - - - - ?1.00 Each subsequent insertion, - - - - so jgyTEN Lines of Minion, type solid con stitute a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length f time for which they are to be inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements to occupy fixed places will be charged 25 per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for ten co-i’ ’Hi line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, attorney at Law, AMERICUS, GA. declGtf B. P. HOLLIS attorney at Late . AMERICUS, GA. Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E~G SIMMONS, f t writey at Law* AMERICUS GA., Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort & Simmons. jau6tf W. H McCRORY, ATTORNEY AT LsW, Ellaville Ga. Collections a specialty. Charges reason able and none unless collections are made. apr‘2o-wly .J. A. ANSI EY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Americus, Ga. After a brief respite 1 return again to the practice of law. As in the past it will be my earnest purpose to represent my clients faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made. The Equity practice, and cases involving titles of land and real estate are my favorites. Will practice in the Courts of South west Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf C A H D. I offer my professional services again to the good people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, I have found It difficult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Dr. Eldridge’s drug store, on the Square janl7tf K. C. BLACK, M. D. M. H. O’DANIEL. M. D Americus, Cia- Office and Residence, No. 21 Barlow House. All calls promptly attended, day or night. Calls left at Eldridge’s Drug Store. feb7-3m Or. D. P. HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americus ... Georgia Treatssuccessfully ail diseases of the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teeth on the best materiaf known to the profession. tafOFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Commercial Hotel, G. M HAY, Proprietor. Thts popular House is quite new and handsomely furnished with new furniture, bedding and all other articles. It is in the centre of the business portion of the city, convenient to depot, the banks, warehouses, &c., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to none, among its permanent and transient guests, on account of the excellence of its cuisine. Table Boarders Accommodated on Reasonable Terms. may9-tf G. M. HAT, Proprietor. Commercial Bar. This well-established house will he kept in the same first-class style that lias always characterized it. The Choicest Liquor an figars, Milwaukee, Budweiser and Aurora Beer, constantly on hand, and all the best brands of line Brandies, Wines, &c. Good Billiard Tables for the accommodation of customers. mayOtf JOHN W. COTNEY, Gierk. City Marshal Sales lor June. Will be sold before the City Council Cham ber door, in the city of Americus, on the first Tuesday in June next, the following property, to-wit: One house and lot in the city of Americus, Ga., levied on as the property of Dock Mc- Coy, to satisfy two city tax fi fas in favor of the Mayor and City Council vs. Dock McCoy, for his city tax for the years 1881 and 1882, the fi fa for 1881 levied on and sold for the use and benefit of Charles Cat ledge, it being transferred to him. Lot hounded as follows: East by Tom Edwards, north by Eveline James, south by Forsyth street, west by lot of Henry Jones. Con tains 'A acre, more or less. May 2d, 1883. A. P. LINGO, mayl-lw City Marshal. Cattail Millet, Cattail Millet, Pearl Millet, Pearl Millet, at X)r. Eldridge’s Drug Store. f simmonO LregulatorJ For Dyspepsia, Costivenoss, kSick Headache, C hronic Diar rhoea, Jaundice, Impurity of the Blood, Fever and | Ague, Malaria, and all Diseases caused by Dc- Tangement of JLivcr, Bowels and Kidneys. SYMPTOMS OP A DISEASED LIVER. Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for Rheumatism; general loss of appetite; Bowels generally costive, sometimes alternating with lax; the head is troubled with pain, is dull and heavy, with considerable loss of memory, accompanied with a painful sensation of leaving undone something which ought to have been done; a slight, dry cougn and flushed face is sometimes an attendant, often mistaken for consumption; the patient complains of weariness and debility; nervous, easily startled; feet cold or burning, sometimes a prickly sensation of the skin exists; spirits are low and despondent, and, although satisfied that exercise would be bene ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to try it—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several of the above symptoms attend the disease, but cases have occurred when but few of them existed, yet examination after death has shown the Liver to have been extensively deranged. It should be used by all persons, old and young, whenever any of the above symptoms appear. Persons Traveling or Living in Un healthy Localities, by taking a dose occasion ally to keep the Liver in healthy action, will avoid all Malaria, Bilious attacks, Dizziness, Nau sea, Drowsiness, Depression of Spirits, etc. It will invigorate like a glass of wine, but is no in toxicating beverage. If You have eaten anything hard of digestion, or feel heavy after meals, or sleep less at night, take a dose and you will be relieved. Time and Doctors* Bills will le saved by always keeping the Regulator ' in the House! For, whatever the ailment may be, a thoroughly safe purgative, alterative and tonic can never oe out of place. The remedy is harmless and does not interfere with business or pleasure. IT IS PURELY VEGETABLE, And has all the power and efficacy of Calomel or Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects. A Governor's Testimony. Simir.ons Liver Regulator has been in use in my family for some time, and I am satisfied it is a valuable addition to the medical science. J. Gill Shokter, Governor of Ala. lion. Alexander 11. Stephens, of Ga., says; Have derived some benefit from the use of Simmons Liver Regulator, and wish to give it a further trial. “The only Tiling that never fails to Relieve.”—l have used many remedies for Dys pepsia, Liver Affection and Debility, but never have found anything to benefit me to the extent Simmons Liver. Regulator has. I sent from Min nesota to Georgia for it, and would send further for such a medicine, and would advise all who are sim ilarly affected to give it a trial as it seems the only thing that never fails to relieve. P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn. Dr. T. W. Mason says: From actual ex perience in the use of Simmons Liver Regulator in my practice I have been and am satisfied to use and prescribe it as a purgative medicine. Js@j tt> Take only the Genuine, which always hae on the Wrapper the red Z Trade-Mark and Signature of J. 11. ZEILIN & CO. FOR SAKE BY ALL DRUGGISTS TUTT’S PILLS A DISORDERED LIVER IS THE BANE Of the present generation. It ia for the (Sure of this disease and its attendants, BICK-HEADACHE, BILIOUSNESS, DY£ jPEPSIA, CONSTIPATION, PILES, etc., that TUTT’S PILLS have gained a world-wide reputation. No Remedy has ever been discovered that acta so gfently on~the digestive organs, giving them vigor to as fimilate food. Aa a natural result, the Rervous System is Braced, theTSusclea are Developed, and the Body Robust. Ch-ills and Pover, E. RIVAL, a Planter at Bayou Sara, La., says, My plantation is in a malarial district. For several years I could not make half a crop on account of bilious diseases and chills. I was nearly discouraged when I began the use of TUTT’S PILLS. Tho result was marvelous: my laborers soon became hearty and robust, and I have had no further trouble. They relieve the engorged Liver, cleanso the Blood from poisonous humors, and rause the bowels to act naturally, with out which no one can feel well. Try this remedy fairly, and you will gain a healthy Digestion, Vigorous Body. Pure Blood, String Nerves, and a Sound Liver. Price, 25Cents. Office, 35 Murray St., N. Y. TUTUS HAIR DYE. Gray llair or Whiskers changed to a Glossy Black by a single application of this Dye. It Imparts a natural color, and acts instantaneously. Sold by Druggists, or sent by express on receipt of One Dollar. Office, 33 Murray Street, New York. (Dr. TUTUS MANVATj of Fdfuabfe'v Information and MJeeful Deceipte I trill be mailed FREE on application. / tfOSTETTE Ri fcIfTERS Them lias never been an instance in which this sterling invigorant and anti-febrile medicine has faded to ward off the com plaint, when taken duly as a protection airaiust malaria. Hundreds of phy-icians have abandoned all the officinal specifics, and now prescribe tills harmless vegetable tonic for chills and fever, as well as dpspep sia and nervous affections. Hostetter’s Bit ters is tlie specific you need. For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally. POUTZ’S HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS No Horse will die of Colic, Hots or Lung Fe ver, If Foutz's Powders are used In time. Foutz’s Powders will cure and prevent Hog Ciiolkra. Foutz’s Powders will prevent Gapes in Fowls. Foutz’s Powders will Increase the quantity of milk and cream twenty per cent., and make tho butter firm and sweet. Foutz’s Powders will cure or prevent almost every Disease to which Horses and Cattle are subject. FOTJTZ'S POWIWRB WILL GIVE SATISFACTION. Bold everywhere. DAVID D. POTTTZ, Proprietor, DALTIMOBB.MD, INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS. AMERICUS, GEORGIA, SATUKDAT, MAY 12, 1883. TABERNACLE SERMONS. BY REV. T. DeWITT TALMAGE [The Sermons of I)r. Tahnagc are publish ed in pamphlet form by Geo. A. Sparks, 48 Bible House, New York. A number containing 28 Sermons Is issued every three months. Price 30 cents, §l per an num]. THE BIRO’S ANTHEM. “The time of the singing of birds is come.’’—Solomon’s Songs, ii., 12. As the artist draw’s a curtain over the studio that he may better present his picture so the dark clouds of this stormy morning will help ns better to bring out the vernal scene of the text. This morning, coming by the park, 1 noticed that all the tree-tops were filled with music. It is only the voice of man that halts in the storm. “The time of the singing of birds is come.” Christ was in full sympathy with the natural world. He pressed a lily in one of his sermons. You hear the echo of a bird’s voice in one of His para graphs. After a hot day in Jerusalem, he went out to spend the evening at a merchant’s country seat that he might be surrounded by beautiful natural ob jects. The book of nature is as cer tainly inspired as the book of Revela tion. For years I have wanted to preach a sermon on the spring-time, but it is so difficult to tell just when the spring begins and when the spring closes, and sometimes when I have de sired to speak upon this subject I have awakened on Sabbath morning and found the ground covered with the frosts, and then I have adjourned and adjourned the theme. This spring time I have seen Louisiana and Can ada, the one covered with roses, and in the other 1 was struck with the hail storm. But the almanac says that two-thirds of the season have already gene. And when shall we celebrate the fact that “the time of the singing of birds is come?” The wise men of the East brought to the feet of Christ frankincense and cassia, and shall we not throw down at His feet all the bloom and the redolence of orchard and garden? In New Testament times Christ is represented as stooping down and with His finger writing on the ground, and they marveled at it. Christ is still doing that very thing, anl in tho verdure of the mountain and the valley, and the springtime flowers, and the sweet shrubs, Christ the Lord is still stooping down and with His finger writing on the ground. When it thun ders a mother is apt to say to her child “That is God’s voice.” Why not when there comes some bright, radiant springtime have the mother say to her child, “That is God’s smile?” When the odors of the fruit blossoms laden the air would it not be well for us to say to our children, “That is God’s breath?” Foor children, bare-footed, and with no mother with her needle to earn them shoes, have longed for the springtime. Farmers, the cribs empty and the cattle looking up moaningly to the hay lying there on the poles of the mow, have longed for fresh pastures, and the plow boy’s song, and the rat tle of clevises over the sod turned by glistening coulters. Invalids with their foreheads pressed against the window pane, have for months been looking at and seeing the storms shaking down their white blossoms on the ground, or have wrapped around them tighter the shawl as they heard the winds beating a dead march among the hills, and have longed for the sweet serenade of April or May at their hoisted window, and to sit on the porch on a sunny af ternoon, or walk among the violets after the dew has gone up from the grass. All though the earth at this time is a gladness that springtime is here. Rejoice. "The time of the sing ing of birds is come.” Winter, wail ing and sobbing in the equinoctial storm, falls dead at the feet of spring, and the tree branches at this moment are telegraphs sending the news ahead, writing on the aii, “Spring has come! spring has come!” Again and again has the season been defeated. March ing up the mountain sido, ever and anon hurled back and driven down the rocks, but climbing up again, until it plants its green standards on the top most cliff, led on by bands of music in the tree-tops, tor “the time of the sing ing of birds is come.” Now let the plowmen sharpen their coulters and charge on the tough glebe, and the har rows with iron teeth chew up the clods, and the waters clap their hands with gladness, and the trees put bridal blos soms in their hair, and the ponds with mtlltitudigious life make the bogs quake for “the time of the singing of birds is cuiie.” Learn first from this season described in the text, by the bird anthem, the goodness of your God. Do you realize the mercy of the Lord in the dominant color of the springtime? He might have covered the earth with a dull brown, depressing all nation into mel ancholy, or he might have covered the earth with crimson, wearying the eye with the strong blaze. But no. He touches the eye with the color most appropriate for a long while—the color half-way between the blue and the red, the green in which is so kindly and lovingly, mingled tho mercy, the good ness of onr God. As sea monsters struck by harpoons hove quickly away at sea, so the winter storm-cloud struck by lances of light swims off the sky. The trees at this moment are putting on their sleeves of foliage and the roots their boots of sod. Buds burst like harmless bombshells, scattering aroma on the fields. Joy of fishes in the wa ter, joy of insects in the air, joy of cat tle in the fields, joy of wings in the sky, for “the time of the singing of birds is come.” Gracious and blessed God, all the sunshine Thou hast shaken from Thy robe, all the verdure is only the track of Thy feet, all the music is struck from Thy harp. At early sunrise nature goes to morning prayers, reading the 148th Psalm: “Praise the Lord. Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees and all cedars.” Fowl in the yard. Flocks on the hill. Insects drinking dew from cups of hya ciuth. Jasamine climbing over the stone wall. Martins come back to build their nest in the rafters of the barn, or harmless eaves droppers at our roof. All the natural world accordant and filled with the praises of God. Have you praised him? The winds thank Him, humming amid the tree branches. The birds thank Him, and for the drop they dip from tho brook fill all the sky with rounde lay. The honeysuckles praise Him. burning incense of fragrance before the throne. The ocean praise Him with open diapason of tempest. Is our voice silent? Is this the snapped harp string? Is the human heart the only broken in strument in the orchestration of earth and sky and sea? Are we the only discord in the grand oration of the eter nities? Again, the season of bird anthem in the text suggests to me the wisdom of our God. Dr. Pales, the Christian philosopher, wrote a very brilliant chapter about the wonders of a bird’s wing. Musicians have listened in the woods and they have written down in their portfolio in musical score the song of the birds—the libretto of the forests. 0! the wisdom of God in the structure of a bird’s wing. O! the wisdom of God in the structure of a bird’s voice. Could all the artists and artisans and philosophers of the earth make one dan delion? In one cup of china aster enough wine of wisdom for all nations to drink. Where is the architect that could plan the pillar of one pond lily? Break off this morning the branch of A tree and see in the flowing sap the di vine chemistry of the alum, the sugar, the tannin, the potash the carbonate of lime. Let them try to explain the won wonders of an artichoke or radish. Let them look at a vegetable the sto ry how it has lungs and how it has feet, and how it has an ancestry as old as the ages, and how it will have descendants as long as time, and how that in nna square inok itc three hundred thousand cells, each one of which requiring the omnipotence of a God. Galilieo, in prison for his advanced notions of things, was asked why he persisted in believing in God, and he pointed down to a broken straw on the floor of the dungeon and said: “Sirs, if I had no other reason to be lieve the wisdom and the goodness of God, I would argue them from that straw on the floor of the dungeon. Be hold the wisdom of God in the con struction of the shreds from which all the growths of this springtime come forth—seeds so wonderfully construct ed that' they keep their vitality for hundreds and thousands of years. Grains of corn found in the cerements of the Egyptian mummies buried thousands of years ago, planted, now come up as luxuriantly and easily as grains of corn that grew last year plan ted this springtime. After the fire in London in IGG3, the Sesimhriumiris, seeds of which must have been planted hundreds and hundreds of years before that, grew all over the ruins of the fire. Could the universities of the earth ex plain the mysteries of one rutabaga seed? Could they girdle the mysteries of ODe grain of corn? O! the shining firmaments in one drop of dew. O! the untravelbd continents of mystery in a crystal of enow. O! the gorgeous upholstery in one tuft of mountain moss. O! the triumphal arch in one tree branch. 0! the God in an atom. Where is the loom in which He wove the curtains of the morning? Where is the vat of beauty out of which he dip ped the crimson and the gold and the saffron and the blue and the green and the red? Where are the molds ir which He ran out the Alps and Pyrennees? Where is the harp that gave the warble to the lark, and the sweet call to the robin, and the carol to the canary, and the chirp to grass-hopper? It is the same God who his all your affairs and mine under His care and guidance. The same God who pairs the birds in this springtime gave us our companions. The same God who shows the chaffinch how to take care of her brood will pro tect our children. The same God who shows the sparrow in this springtime how to build its nest will give us a habitation. The same God who gath ers down for the pheasant’s breast will give us apparel. The same God who this day feeds the squirrels in tho wood will feed ns. The same God who swung a bridge of gossamer for the in sect to walk over has marked out all our pathway. Praise His name. None of ns so insignificant as to miss His care. O! ye who are worried about your health, and worried about your reputations, and worried about your children, and worried about your prop erty, and worried about everything, in these springtime days go out and listen to the song of the English sparrow, one of the richest possessions of Brook lyn. Are ye not of more value than many Bparrows? Behold the fowls of the air, they gather not in barns, yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them. 0! ye of little faith. Again: The season of the text also suggests the wisdom of right bnilding of the home nest. I have noticed that birds build always with reference to safety. Safety against the elements, safety against intruders. But the trouble with us is‘that we are not so wise, and some of us build too high, and some of us build too low. God says in Obadiah, “Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will 1 bring thee down, saith the Lord.” The eagle construcls its nest at an inacces sible height, from rough materials and large sticks, by strong claws gathered from great distances. The cider duck takes its own feathers to help make up the nest. The magpie surrounds its nest with briars to keep off invaders. Tho blackbird covers its nest with loam. I have, hour after hour, studied the structure of a bird’s nest—a struc ture having more than mathematical accuracy and more than human inge nuity. Sometimes built in t r ees, some times built in rocks, sometimes built at the eaves of dwellings, but always in reference to safety; safety for them selves and safety for their young; safe ty from the elements and safety from intruders. Wiser than some of "us, for we are apt to build too high or build too low. He who tries to find his sat isfactions in the pleasure of this world, the applause of this world, the emolu ments of this world, will come to dis turbance and will come to destruction. There are weasels, there are foxes, there are hawks of temptation ever hunting for prey, and the only safe tree in which to build a nest is the tree of the cross, and the only safe rock on which to build a nest is the Rock of Ages. I saw a man gather around him all the luxuries of life. His house was fine, his family was affectionate, his property was great, his horses were of the highest mettle, and his cattle of purest blood pastured on the meadows. His emoluments increased, his invest ments gathered great treasures into his lap. There was hardly room in front of his house for the gay turnouts that rolled up to the dwelling. His library and his art gallery were a miracle of opulence, and I heard him say: “Now I have all I need: my soul, eat, drink and be merry.” But the tide turned. His property went, his cattle went, his horses went, his estate went, and I saw him coming, in poverty and utterly penniless, down the hill. What was the matter? He had built his nest too high, and God shoved him out of it. I saw a man finding his chief delight in sensualities. He drank the cup of iniquity to the dregs. He defied God anri t.llA rMributionu of* tho .TilH^mont Day. But after a while sorrow came, and sickness came, and exposure came, and death came down to the ditch of sin in which he was hiding himself, and the drunken orgy and bestial car ousal ended m darkness infinite. What was the matter? He built his nest too low, and God dragged him out of it. Napoleon Bonaparte built his nest too high. Drunken and licentious Tom Paine, the pride of modern infidels, built his nest too low. They only are safe who build their home in God. This season of the text, the season ol the bird anthem, suggests to me the superlative glories of heaven.' If this world, blasted with sin and swept with storms, is still so beautiful, what must be the attraction of the sinless world toward which we travel? This season I had an opportunity of seeing almost all the phases of the spring as I went southward, from the opening buds of the northern orchards down to the blush of the gardens reaching across many States. But, my friends, the magnificence of nature after all is only the corpse of a dead Paradise, it is only the charred hulk of a giant vessel which six thousand years ago foundered and has ever since been beating on the rocks. It is only the ruins of a tem ple in which lambs of innocence were to be offered, but on whose altars swine and vultures of sin have been sacrafic ed. Now, I say; if this world, not withstanding all the curse of thousands of years, is so beautiful, what must be that land toward which we go, that land from which all sorrow and sigh ing, and sin and curse is banished, and even sun and moon, as too common, because the Lamb is the light thereof. I would not want to take the respon sibility of saying that in addition to the spiritual excellence of heaven there shall not be also a physical and a ma terial beauty. The Rose of Sharon, once trampled down by the horse-hoofs of crucifying soldiers, there blooming in heaven. The humble lily trans planted from the valleys of earth to the heights of Lebanon. The hawthorn, white and scarlet, reminding the be holder of his innocence and the blood which made him so. The passion flower, blooming in this cold world a day, there, in the more temperate zone, blooming through the long years of God’s lifetime. A river flowing over beds of precious stones and riches, not such as go down with wrecked argosies, but such as Ho alone could strew who hath sown the mountains with diamond and the sea with pearl. Birds, with wing never torn of sports man or tempest, dipping the surface as you wonder to its source and catch the crystal stream where it drips fresh from the everlasting rook. Such luxuriance shall kiss the pleased vision and fill the air with winged aroma, and the saints of God wandering among them may look up through the branches of the tree of life, and listen and find that “the time of the singing of birds is come.” How it adds to our joy when we have friends with us while we are listening to some sweet sound or gaz ing upon some beautiful object, and how our rapture will be enkindled as with our hand in Christ’s we shall walk up and down amid the thimgs which eye hath not seen nor ear heard. The tameness of earth exchanged for the yellow of jasper and the bine of sapphire, and the green of emerald and the fire of jacinth. Once more, this scene of the text, this season of the bird authem. sug gests to me the importance of learning how to sing. In a little while there will be no pause in the melody of the woods, for “the time of the singing ot birds is come.” Whether it be a warble, or a chant, or a coral, or a chirp, or a croak, God will be praised by it, as the songsters of the lorest, clutching a leaf as though the notes were on it, send forth their joy, an swered by a 6core of applauding echoes. Shall not we, more intellegcnt appreci ators, sing? I tell you, my friends, it is as much our duty to sing as it is to pray. Let parents educate their chil dren in this art, this holy science. Let Sabbath-schools resound with it. Let the churches of Jesus Christ be faith ful in this department of worship, and let the word of Christ dwell in yon richly in all wisdom, teaching and ad monishing one another in psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your heart unto the Lord. My brethren, we have so much to sing about, how can we be silent? I have noticed that sailors going out of port have a sadness in their song; I have noticed that sailors mid Atlantic have a weariness in their song; but I have noticed that when sailors are coming into port they have an ecstacy in their song. To many of ns coming nearer and nearer to the heaven of everlasting rest, shall we not be jubilant in our music? O! the importance of this ex ercise. If this part of the service in church he dull everything runs down to the same temperature. Dull songs and dull sermons are twin brothers. In this part of the services, do not act as though you were mumbling a mass. Take the minstrelsy of the woods and sing out. All the young whose pulses bound with health—let the house of God be filled with yonr praise. All these business men—let them drown their cares and the chink of dollars in a song of praise. Ye aged ones, so near the song of Moses and the Lamb, better be getting ready for the music. 0! says someone, “there is no music in my voice, and therefore I am silent.” Did you ever hear a quail, after put ting head under wing, say, “I can’t sing because I am not a lark, and I am not a nightingale; at the best, I can only whinte?” All! my friends, the world may laugh at you, but God will not laugh at you, and tremulous tones of the humblest Christians will be more musical as it reaches heaven than the most artistic display of elaborated opera. Gome now, each one for himself, and each one for all, one heart and one voice, let our songs on the Sabbath day be like an acclamation of victory. Our songs on earth are only Saturday night rehearsals for the songs of the Sabbath morning which shall dawn on the hills and the crystals. And mark yon! if the song here is so sweet, what will be the anthem of heaven when all the redeemed break forth into music? In this world it is sometimes very diffi cult to sing; the voice is muffled with the colds, or the heart is depressed with some fresh sorrow, and it is hard to sing; but when we are all free, what an anthem! Who are these singing ones before the throne? Well, there are many little children. They came up from homes of earth, from the Sabbath schools of earth. The came up, some from the banks of the Ganges where they were offered in sacrifice. Now let them sing—ten thousand times ten thousand children before the throne of God, let them sing. And there were aged. They struggled all through a long life, but they have got through the wilderness and got to the Promised Land. Why not let them sing now before the throne? And there is an other group of those who had great heart-break. They had privations, and sorrows, and misfortunes, and ag onies untold; but they have fought their lest battle, they have wept their last tear, they have conquered their last enemy, they have broken their last shackle. Now let the martyrs sing. 0! what a doxology. Every hand on a harp. Every foot on a throne. Ev ery voice taking the key of rapture. Songs soft as slumbers, but loud as storms. Chorus of elders. Chorus of saints. Chorus of maityrs. Chorus of cherubim. Chorus of seraphim. Chorus of morning stars: Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and made ns kings and priests unto God—unto Him be glory in the church throughout all ages, world without end. Amen, and amen. The pleasantest things in the world are pleasant thoughts, and the greatest art in file is to have as many of them as possible. The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time. 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