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This may bo yonr day, Martha Onii-
vereo; to-morrow will be mine!”
The only person who heard these
words was n young girl of eighteen .one
of the oceapants of a lady’s bonbolr in
a certain mansion, which, but a few
.years ago, was the pride of the famous
bine-grass region of Kentucky. . '
Estelle Hammond and Margie 8 tortns
were friends, and ilargie'was the young
girl mentioned above. -
Estelle carried off the palm as tht
beauty of the neighborhood.
She was beautiful, and to her youth
ful companion and confidante a!»?had
never appeared so dazzling as ' sow,
when she stood in front of the sweeping
mirror' of her bouboir, with . hands
clenched and eyes flashing fire as-her
mad words dropped from her lips.
Col. Hammond was everywhere
known ahd famed for his riches, hospi
tality, and—his beautiful, but spoiled 1
. “to-morrow will be my day
Martha Converse, without a trace of
beauty to make him love you. I wish
I held your hopes in the hollow of my
ventured'the confidante.
“ Why not? 1 am .t
do it. You know. Margie, that 3.lore
at last. I have played with hearts
long enough. I worship Carylon
Morgan. . I would give my hope of
eternal bliss to stand beside him at t’
altar. When yon love as I do, Mi
gie, yon will know what passion
But the woman who has stepped be
tween me and the altar—this Converse
girl—she has robbed me of Carylon
Morgan; bnt she shall not keep the
prize. I could take my riding whip,
go to her house across the fields and
ent her face to shreads!”
essayed a smile.
the robbery?"
t he submit
and that’s what makes
dashed Esselle. “Wail
■11 1 see him. If there be no hope foi
ie I’ll create a sensation in the blnc-
rass country.”
Estelle Hammond’s hot words jmi
i from Margie’s mind ere the night
>ore away, and she did not recall them
•hen she saw the queen-woman the
jutre of an admiring throng of men
nd women, who filled the splendid
latmnond mansion on the anniversary
of the Colonel’s birthday.
The wealth, beanty and gallantry of
the blne-gras? region were there, and
delighted guests ware already
ipliesying that the occasion had
•er been surpassed by anything of
the kind in the country.
< The woman so cordially hated by
had penetrated Martha Converse’s
home ‘across the fields.’ .
Rttfns Converse, her father occupied
, few acres of the Hammond estate.and
she had not reached, in Estelle’s esti-
i, that round of the social ladder
which entitled her to become one of the
favored guests.
Estelle did not know that on bis way
her house that very night Carylon
Morgan had stopped at the Converse
home to chat a few moments with Mar
tha, and to depart with a laugh and a
promise to give her on his' way back a
t of the ‘doings’ at the Ham
mond mansion.
Martha Converse, gentle, though
* beautiful,had won the young
This discovery—accidental, but the
ore startling for that matter—had
maddened the woman who had loved
‘ and worshipped in vain, and, ready to
commit any rash deed that would break
Martha’s triumph, she watched Cary-
lon Morgan, as he moved hither and
thither among her father’s guests.
At last he approached her when she
done. There was a smile on his
Estelle,’’ he said.
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Estelle gave him a look which told
that his words were an arrow that had
gone home. She could not speak, bnt
stood before him in the soft moonlight
with clenched hands, whose white nails
bruised her creamy palms. She knew
what was coming—he was going to an
nounce Martha Con verso’s victory.
And to her—Estelle.
“Yea, canght at last,” ho continued,
taking no note of the volcano which
was rending her heart. “Need I tell
yon who has captured me?”
“No!” almost hissed Estelle, “I
know. It is Miss Converse, my fath
er* 8 tenant.—Carylon,I do congratulate
yon,” she forced the words from her
heart. "We belles will envy Miss
Converse. But meet me at the spring
ten minntes from now I have some
thing to say—something I cannot say
here.” And before Carylon Morgan
conld answer her, Estelle was gone.
“At the spring,” he murmured,
gazing strangely after her. “On the
eve of my marriage with Martha, I
have a clandestine meeting with the
acknowledged belle of the bine-grass
country. Well, my little one—the
Colonel’s tenant, as Estelle calls yon—
I will tell yon all before morning.”
And, langbing to himself the young
man left the porch.
The night air was quite chilly, for
Col. Hammond’s birthday fell in the
first week in March.
“At the spring, is it?” said a yonng
girl whose ears had caught the conver
sation on the porch. “They are going
to part there. What will Estelle say,
and how will he answenl I would like
to know. There are several good hid
ing places at the spring, and I am go
ing to occupy one.”
These words fell from the lipa of
gie Storm r, Estell’s confidant, and nn-
able to beat Mown the curiosity that had
taken possession of her, she went for
L.. .1^1.' wV<L. _• i i.- M
her cloak' to the wrap-room. Before
the Rev. Joseph T. Iswah. station 6, she crossed the threshold, she looked
New York City. wurtur. back, and saw Col. Hammond and
Planters, Country Merchants and Carylon Moigan conversing together,
other* can get their supply of Fresh “The Colonel will keep him for
and Pure Drug., Medicines,etc., etc., ..hil.," .fa aid. Md.i,™. nr.
as low as by jtondlng oir at „„t th« ofT.tod itorlf, ,b. tfaJS-H
Dr. E!dnd«e>, Dm, stow._ „r.r far .houlder. and nmd oat.
Accomplishedand skilled Prescrip- The eager girUpl’nat notice the
~ ™ "* * ©oat until sbo bad left the'house, ana
then with a start she saw that she had
taken Carylon’s.
For a moment she stopped in the
path leading to the spring, and survey
ed herself in the strange garb.
“If I had his hat I would make a
tion Clerks at Dr. Eldrldge’s Drag
Linen Collars and other Neck Wear,
at John It. Shaw’s.
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the metamorphoftii? He kdil hot.heai v
tate to take another hat and anothe
coat when he comes. . 1 will do' it, a
my joke will thow Estelle into u gc
humor again. ' ■
It was the work of a mihntefor Mar- I
gie Storms to glida back into the house r
and appropriate Oarylen’s hat, rand
thas coniptieJ, and liugbiug at her
rose, she hnrrieil tAward the spring.'- .
Shaded during .the hot days by a
circle;of grand old trees,-which were
the pride of the estate, the 'spring was
rather a gloomy place after Jar!
some diatance Truin'the
sien, h*t a path, easily followed, led
down to the cool and limpid waters.
Margie felt that Estelle'was already
there, waiting eagerly to'k&et the man
hrho had blighted her hope* and mad
dened her by preferring her father’s te
nant to her—tht heiress.
It was near raSdaight whttf Margie
reached the ofttermoat shadows of the
stately trees, and a cold wind was
swaying the ghastly branches, through
which the pale moon peeped.-
AH at once a figure stepped Into Mar-
_ #’a path, and the young girl heard a
sharp olieh that started her. . l t-
_.,go - -
Morgan, I send you to Martha Convene
with tire whitest lips she ever kia»eu
Take this—the vengeance of the wo
man you have transformed into a
devil!”
Margie caught the gleam of the pis
tol barrel that was thrust forward, and
one dread second realised all.
' She sprang forward, with hands Up
lifted, and a cry welling to her lips,
bnt tho report drowned it.
There was a groan, as the false Cary
lon Morgan spun halfway round, and
when Estelle sped from the spot with
- smoking weapon in her hand, a fig-
re lay across the path within a few
feet of the sleeping water. Back to
ward the house by a difiereut path fled
Estelle Hammond.
She entered from the rear, crept up
the steps to her boudoir, hid the revol
ver, surveyed her triumphant fare and
magnificent figure in the sweeping mir-
r, and then descended to the parlors.
Nobody had missed her; she had not
been gone ten minutes; bnt in that
ihe had changed the aspect of
ore than
With no traces of excitement on hei
beautiful countenance, Estelle Ham
mond swept into the parlor.
The next moment she stopped, and a
deathly pallor overspread her face.
A yonng man, catching sight of her,
had coma forward. Creat heavens! L
Carylon Morgan!
Tour father has detained me, Es
telle,” he said. “It is not too late, we
will go to the spring together. 1
To the spring!
_ Estelle’s look became a star, and sud
denly, with a wild cry, she reeled away
Who did I kill?”, she wailded.
“My God! whose life has mad jealousy
pi-nthed?”
t was an hour of indescribable Ex
citement. Men and women looked in
to each other’s eyes, and Estelle wai
bourne to her bondonr.
One man—Carylon Morgan—left the
house almost nnperceived. Five urin
ates later he came back with a bleed
ing and^nneonseions burden in his arms.
The white-faced crowd that instant
ly snrronnded him saw his hat and
_ and shndderingly realized all.
One by one the gueste took their de
parture. Carylon Mdrfan was the
last to leave.
He tarried behind until the surgeon
assured him that the victim of Estelle’s
sdness was not mortally wounded.
As for Estelle, he shuddered whi
be thought of her.
She had failed, and the sceptre of bel
led om in the blue grass region had by
her own mad act been torn forever from
her hands.
Over the house of Hammond, from
that never-to-be-forgotten night, hnng
* gloom which has n»ver been lifted.
Shortly after the tragedy the owner
>ld out and left, and the sound of hit
carriage wheels, as he and Estelle went
down the road for the last time, wai
drowned by the bells that rung out fh<
hour for Martha Converse’s wedding.
from the scene of her terrible
mistake, the blue-grass beanty threw
the remnant of her mad infktdatiok on
an adventurer, and reaped in a whirl
wind of remorse, the harvest of a heart’s
desolation.
CITIES IN THE MOON.
HE VEST EXTEKTAINISQ STOUT OF DR.
nLEXDMAX’H ALLEGED WONDERFUL DIS
COVERIES.
Banner-Watchman.
A letter from Berlin to a prominent
gentleman of this city contains a very
interesting communication concerning
the alleged discoveries by Dr. Blend-
professor in the Rdyal Acade-
Berlin, of evidences that the
is inhabited. Dr. Blendman
professes to have discovered that the
telescopic observations made up to the
present time have given A negative i*J
suit on account of tSf eimfttive light
that irradiates from the luUar disk,
which prevents an exact examination of
the surface. Dr. Blendman softened
the light by using the condensed smoke
of camphor. He had to make hundreds
°f trials before finding the exact meaa-
are of softening required to obtain a
perfect image of the moon. Ho then
took with a reflecting telescope a very
*. a * • orwet photographic view
of the disk of the moon, whMKhe af
terward exposed under a powerful solar
microscope. The circle obtained in the
photograph had in the microscope an
apparent diameter of thirty-three feet.
In this way, the story is, be was able
to perceive tbgt-wrhat have bcea believ-
tJ ’»*» H togidfa «m|
wilh rich vegetation, and w h,t fa„
ciway, bom taken ht monntainnne
regions are desert* and seas. One can
eae. the letter says, with striking dis-
tinctnefe, cities, towns and villages,
and there are strong indications of ia
dustry and commerce. With a full
moon Dr. Blendman has obtained pho
tographic viewaso district that they in
dicate that if larger telescopes could be
used the discovery would still be more
completely confirmed.
No Long Words.
ing a bottle In the house. For coughs,
colds ahd all • troubles of tee bowels,
stomach. liver and kidneys,it Iiexactly
what you want For yourself, yonr wit*
and children.
?C*PMAL?WN
John bTshawT
NO. 35.
'ABEBNACLK SERMONS.
»r SET. T. DeWITT TAUI4SE,
; PHato’s Wash-Basin.
At about S-o'clock in the morning,
op the marble stairs of a palace, and
scrota floors of richest mosaic, and un
der ceilings dyed With all the splendor
of-color, and between snowbanks of
white and gluteniug sculpture, pause*
P»lc, liok young man of thirty-
ready condemned to death, on
to hd condemned again. .Test;,*
reth is His name. Coining out
to meet Him on this tessellated pave
ment is an unscrupulous, compromis
ing time-serving, oowartfly man, with a
few traced of’Sympathy and lair deal-
*'LJ lelt m his composition, Governor
Pontius Plate. Did ever such oppo-
'«>«» meet? Luxury and pain, selfish-
5 * generosity, arrogance an'4 ba
in and holiness, midnight and
midaooB. Pilate and Jesus. Th<
bloated-lipped Governor takes the cush
ioned Seat, but the prisoner stands, his
wrists manacled. In a semicircle around
the prisoner are the sanhedrists, with
flashing eyes and brandished fists,
prosecuting this case in the name of
religion, for the bitterest persecutions
have been religious persecutions, and
vbca tiatau takes possession of a good
nan he makes up by intensity ior bre
vity of occupation. If you have nev
Wn an ecclesiastical court trying
lan, then you have no idea of the
aming infernaliam of these old Jew-
ih Sanhedrists. Governor Pilate
cross-questions the prisoner, and finds
right away he ia innocent and wants to
let him go. His caution is also in
creasing. Some one come to the Gov
ernor and whispered in his ear. The
Governor puts his hand behind the ear
catch the words almost iuaudi-
is a message from Claudia
Procula, his wile, who has had a dream
about the innocence of this prisoner
and about the danger of executing him.
and she awakens from this morning
dream in time to send the message to
her husband then on the judicial bench.
And what with the protest of his wife,
and the voice of his own conscience,
and the entire failure of the Sanhedrists
,0 make at their case, Governor Pilate
resolves to discharge the prisoner from
custody. But the intimation '
thing brings upon the Go-
-quinoctial storm of iudignatiou. They
fill report him to the emperor at Rome
They will have him recalled. They
vill send him up home and he will be
■ang for treason, for the emperor at
Rome has already a suspicion in regard
• Pilate, and that suspicion does not
v>sse until Pilate is banished and com
nita suicide. 80 Governor Pontim-
Pilate compromises the matter and pro-
>hm*s that Christ be whipped instead
of assassinated, so the prisoner is fas-
‘ ]n«d to a low pillar, and ou H<s bent
ndpire'back come the thongs of leath-
r with pieces of lead and bone mter-
vlstcd. so that every stroke shall be
•>m m<>re awful. Christ lifts Himself
•»m the scourging with flashed cheek
•d orn find quivering and mangW
d -nh, presenting a spectacle of sufler-
ng in which Rubens, the painter, found
be theme of his greatest masterpiece.
Bat the 8snhedrists are cot yet satis
fied. They have had Some of Hts
nerves lacerated; they want them all
laoerated. They have had some of His
blood; they want all of it down to the
last oorpuicle. 80 Governor Pontius
~ ' »te, after all this merciful hesita-
1. surrenders to the demoniacal crj
of “Crucify Him!” But the Gorern-u
ends a slave out to get something. Al
though the constables are in haste tc
take the prisoner to execution and the
mob outside are impatient to glare up-
•n their victim, a pause is necessitated.
Yonder it comes, a wash-basin. Some
pare bright water is pourd into it and
then Governor Pilate puts his white
delicate hands into the water, and rubs
them together, and then lifts them all
dripping tor the towel fastened at the
slave’s girdle, while he practically
says. “I wash my hands of this whole
homicidal transaction. I wash my
hands of this entire responsibility.
You will have to suffer it.” That is
he meaning of my text when it says,
he took Water and washed his hands
before the multitude, saying, I am
*’ “ * of this'
of the blood
e ye to it.”
Behold in this.that ceremoay amounts
to nothihg if there are not in it corres
pondences of heart and life. It is a
good thing to wash the hands. God
created three-quarters of the world wa
ter, and in that commanded cleanliness,
and when the ancients did not tak^ the
hint He pludged the whole world under
water and kept it there for some time.
Hand washing was a religious ceremony
among the Jews. Jewish Mishna
hna gave particular direction how that
the hands must be thrust three times
ip to the wrists in water, and the palm
>1 the band must be rubbed with the
cloeed fist of the other. All that is
well enough for a symbol, but here in
the text is a man who proposes to wash
away the guilt of a sin which he does
not qnit and of which he does not make
any repentance. Pilate’s Wash-basin
was a dead failure. Ceremonies, how-
ever beautiful and appropriate, may be
nd more than thi* hypocritical fablu-
iton. In infancy we may be sprinkled
from the baptismal font, and in man
hood we may wade into deep immer
sions. and yet never come to moral pu
rification.' We may kneel without
praydr and bow without reverence, and
Hag without any acceptance. All
your creeds and liturgies and a tern-
meats and genuflections and religiou*
convocations amount to nothing unleHa
yonr heart and life go into them. When
that bronzed slave took from the pres
ence of Pilate that wash-basin he car
ried away none of Pilate’s craelty or
Pilate’s wiekedness, or Pilate’s guilt.
Nothing agaitsK creeds. We all have
them, either written or implied. Noth
ing against ceremonies, tkey are of in-
rtance. Nothing against
. they are divinely comman
ded. Nothing against a rosary, if there
be a* many heartfelt prayers as beads
Counted. Nothing against incense
floating np from censers amid Gothic
arches, if the prayers are as gennine as
the numa i* sweet. Nothing against
Epiphany, or Lent, or AshWednesday
or Whitsuntide, or Paltir 8unday, if
these symbols have behfnd them gen
uine repentance sad holy reminisoence
and Christian consecration. But cere
moay ia only thc sheath to the sword,
it is only the she'll to the kernel, it is
only the lamp to the flame, it is only
the body to the spirit. The outward
must be symbolical of the inward.
Wash the hands by all means, but,
more than all, wash the heart.
Behold, also, as you - see Governor
Pontius Pilate thrust his hands into
this wash-basin the power of conscience.
He had an idea there was blood on his
hand—tho blood of an innoceut person,
whom he might have acquitted if be
only had the courage. IW Pilate!
his conscience w*» after him, and h.
knew the stain would never bo wasliei
from the right hand or the left hand,
and until the day of his death, though
he might wash in all tho lavers of the
Roman empire, there would be still
sight fingers and two thumbs red at the
tips. .Oh, the power of conscience
*ben it is fully aroused. With whip
of scorpious over a bed of spikes in
pitch of midnight chases guilt. Are
there ghosts? Yes, not of the grave
yard, but of one’s mind not at re*
“An^Ums Brutm amid bis slumbering
Started’with Osar’s stalwart ghost.
Macbeth looked at his hand after
tho miduight assassination apd he
WUh^great Neptune’s ocean wash this
CIean i frommy hand? No, this ray hand
incarnardiu
great or «mall cm
•he voice of God, hai
emphatic. Charles
The Muititudinou
Making the green
For every sin
science which is
reproof more or h
IN., responsible for St. Bartholomei
massacre, was chased by tho bitter
memories of his deeds, and iu his dy
ing moments said to his doctor, Am
brose Parry, “Doctor, I don’t kno-
what’s the matter of me, I am iu
fever of body and mind and have bte_
long while, Oh, if I had only
spared the innocent and the imbecile
iud the crippled.” Rousseau dcclai
n old age that a sin he committed
his youth still gave him sleepless
nights. Charles 1I„ of Spain, could
not sleep unless he had in the
confessor or two friars. Cataline had
uch bitter memories he was startled
the least sound. Cardinal Beaufort,
ng slain the Duke of Cluster.
1 ia the night would say, “Away
away! why do you look at me?” Rich
ard III., having slain his two nephews,
would sometimes leap from his couch
and clutch his sword, fighting appari
tions. Dr. Webster, having slab
Parkman, in Boston, and while waiting
for his doom, complained to the jailor
that the prisoners on the other side ot
the wall all night long kept charging
him with his crime when th<
no prisoners on the other side of the
wall. It was the voice ot his own con
science. "
Eve try t
oh,
great Felix tremble before the little
missionary? Conscience. What mad<
Belshazzar’s teeth chatter with a chill
when he saw a finger come out of the
black sleeve of the midnight and
on the plastering? Conscience,
science. Why is it that man in
audience, with all the marks of worldly
prosperity upon him, is agitated while
I speak, and is now flashed and is non
pale, and then the breath is uneven,and
then beads of prespiration on the fore
head, and then the look of unrest comet
look of horror and despair? 1 know
Bnt he knows and God knows.
It may be that he despoiled a fail
yonng life and tnrued innocence into a
waif, and the smile of hope into the
brazen laughter of despair. Or it may
be that he has in his possession the
property of others, and by some strata
gem he keens it according to law, and
yet knows that it is not his own, and
that if his heart should stop beating
this moment he would be in bell for-
•. Or it may be he is responsible
a great mystery, the disappearance
tome oje who was never heard ol
id the detectives were baffled,
and the tracks were all covered up, ami
tho swift horse or the railway train
took him out of reach, and there
only two persons in the nnivers.? 1.
know of it, God and himself. God
present at the time of the tragedy and
again,
present at the retrospection, and
science—conscience with springs,
science with pincers, conscience with
flails', conscience with furnaces, v.
on him, and until a man’s consc
rouses him he does not repent. What
made that farmer converted to God go
just person; to his infidel neighbor and say.
"Neighbor, I havo lour of your sb*ep
The, cams ovef into mj told ,ix y..ri
ago. They had yopr mark upon them
and 1 changed it to my mark. I
yon to have those sheep, and I
you to have the interest on the money,
and I want you to have tho increase of
tho fold,
t you wai
prison I shall make no complaint?’
The infidel had heard of the man’i
mathm and he said: “Now, if
you havo got them sheep, you
come to them; 1 don’t want nothing of
those things at all. You just go away
from us. Something has got hold of
you I don’t understand; I heard yon
were down at those religions meetings.”
But the converted man would not allow
things to stand in that way. and so
the infidel said: “Well, now, yon c*n
ne the value of the sheep and six
per cent, interest trom that time to this,
and I shan’t say anything more about
it. Just go away from me.” What
was the matter with the two farmers?
e case a convicted conscience lead
ing him to honesty, and in the other
a convicted consciencs warning
against infidelity. Thomas Oliver was
one of John Wesley’s preachers. The
early part of his life had been foil of
recklessness, and hn had made debts
wherever hi conld borrow. He was
converted to God and then he went
forth to preach and pay his debts. He
a small amount of property left
him, and immediately set ont to pay
his debts, aud everybody knew he was
earnest, and to consummate the last
payment he had to sell his horse and
saddle and bridle. That was conscience.
That is converted conscience. That
is religion. Frank Teabont. a convert
ed rmnseller. had a large amount of
liquor on hand at the time of his con-
version .and be put all the kegs and bar
rels and demijohns in a wagon and took
them down in front of the old ehurefa
where be had been converted and had
everything empted into tho street.
That ia religion. Why the thousand*
of dollars sent every year to the United
States Treasury at Washington as
“conscience money”? It simply means
there are collectors and postmasters aud
attorneys, and there are official# who'
imee retain thet which does not' see. .you .were deaf an-1
g to them, and these men are, History says that a great
converted; or under powerful pressure to capture ancient JerusaTri
or consciedce, and make restitution. If
all the moneys out of whi:h tho State
ahd tho United States treasuries havo
been defrauded should come back to their
rightful exchequers, there would bo
money enongh to pay all the State
debts and aU the United States debts
by day after to-morrow. Conversion
amounts to nothing unless the heart is
converted; and the cash drawer is con
verted. and the ledger is converted, and
tho fireproof safe is converted,
anvl the pigeon-hole of letters
«nd bills is converted, and the
man’s improvement is noticed even
by the canary that sings in the parlor,
and the cat that licks the platter after
thi meal, and the dog that comet
bounding from tho kennel to greet him,
A man half converted, or a quarter con
verted, or a thousandth part converted
13 not converted at all. What will be
the great book in the day of judgment?
Conscience. Conscience recalling un
improved opportunities. Conscience
recalling unforgiven sins. Conscience
bringing np all the past. There will
be no need of n great book with lid so
ponderous? two angels with strain of
strength ,wijl be required to open it.
*-he leaves-^jsijU taken right out of
oorviwh'tneral>fyJ*Wd Wnscione*. with
potent and tremendous voice, will echo
tho welcome or the doom. There have
been great soldiery reviews in France
and Germany and England and Ameri
ca, bnt the greatest review that over
takes place will be when a man’s un
forgiven sins come up to judgment in
companies, in regiments, in brigades,
and they all face one way, and they are
at shouldered arms, waiting for the
command, and conscience on tho white
horse of judgment shall ride along with
sharp spur and with uplifted sword and
command, ‘‘March!” and command.
Take aim !” and command, “Fj
raid stand before such a volley?
Wh.
yon
s ban
it had s
Did yon e
thing better than Pilate’s wash-basin
with which to cleanse our hands and
cleanse onr souls. Alas! for this Qo\
ernor Pontius Pilate. That night,
after the court had adjourned and the
Sanhedrist had gone home, and noth
ing was heard outside the room but th*
step of the sentinel, I see Pontius Pi
late arise from his tapestried and sleep
less couch and go to the laver and be
gin to wash his hands, crying: “Oat!
out! crimson spot. Tellest thou 1
and to God and to the night, my c.
Is there noalkali to remove these dread
ful strains ? Is there no chemist
dissolve this carnage ? Must l, t-
day of my death carry tho blood ®f this
innocent man on my heart and band
Out! thou crimson spot.” The woi
thing a man can have is au evil co
science, and the best thing a man c;
havejs what Paul calls a good co
science. But is there no such thing
moral pnrification ? If a man is a si
ner ouce must he always be a sinner
and an unforgiven sinner ? We bav
all had conscience after us. Or do yoi
tell that all the words of your life hav_
been right, and all the* thoughts of
your heart have been right, and all the
actions of your life right ? Then
do not know your own self, and I take
the responsibility of saying that you
are a Pharisee, yoU are a hypocrite, yon
aro a Pontius Pilate and do not ’
it. You commit the very sam<
that Pilate committed. You bavi
cified the Lord of Glory. But if nine-
tenths of this audience is made up of
thoughtful and earnest people, then
niae-tenths of this audience are asking
within themselves, “is there no su
thing as moral purification ? is there
laver in which the soul may wash and
be clean?” . Yes, yes, yes. Tell it in
song, tell it in sermon, tell it in prayer,
tell it to the hemispheres. That is
what David cried out for when he said;
“wash me thoroughly from my sin,and
cleanse mo from mine iniquities.” And
that is what, in another place, ho
out for when he said. “Washim
I shall be whiter than snow.” And
that is what Job had failed to 1
when he said: “Though I wash iu
snow water and make my hand n<
so cleau, yet sbalt thou plunge m
the ditch and mine own clothes shall
abhor me.” What then? Ilow tbi
Where then.? Behold the laver of the
Gospel filled with living founti
tho picture of the lav-
tne ancient tabernacle or in the
•nt temple? The laver in th
tabernacle was mado ont of the
en’s metalic looking glasses. It
a great basin standing ou a beau
tiful pedestal; but when the temple
was bnilt then the laver was an '
mense affair called the brazen sea.
oh, how deep were the floods there
gathered, and there were ten lavci
sides, five at the right and five a
left, and each laver had three hundred
gallons of water. And the outside of
those lavers was carved and chased
with palm trees, so delicately cut v
could almost see tho leaves tremble,
aud lions eo truo to life that yon conld
imagine you saw the nostril throb, and
the cherubim with outspread wings.
That magnificent laver of the old dis
pensation is a feeble type of tho n
glorious laver of onr dispensation,
sunlit dispensation. Here is the laver
holding rivers of salvation, having lor
pedestal the Rock of Ages, carved
with the figure of the lion of Judah'
be. and with palm branches for vi<
ry, and wiugssuggestiveofthe soul 1
flight toward God in prayer and the
soul’s flight heavenward when we die.
*’ ne, ye auditory, and wash all your
'» however aggravated, and all your
sorrow, however agonized. Come to
this fountain open for all sin and un
cleanness. the furthest, the worst. You
need not carry your sins half a second.
and wash in this glorious Gos
pel laver. Why, that is ah opportu
nity enough to Bwallow up all nations.
That is an opportunity that will yet
stand on the Alps and beckon to Italy,
and yet stand on the Pyrenees aud
beckon to Spain, anJ it will yet stand
on the Ural and beckon to Russia, and
it will yet stand at the'gate of heaven
aud beckon t.» all nations. Pardon for
d pardon right away, through
the blo«d of the Sou of God. A little
child that had been blind, bntthrongh
skilful surgery brought to sight, said:
“Why. tuotber, why didn’t you tell
me the earth and sky were so beanti-
fnl?. Why didn’tyo„ .ellme?” “Oh,”
plied the mother, “my child, I did
tell yoq often. I often told you how
beanufni they are, but von were blind
and-you couldn't see.” Oh, if we could
opened to Ree the glories
of redemption, we would feel that the
half had tv. t been told ur. and you
would go to some Christian man and
say: “Why didn’t yon tell me before
th® beauth-e in the Lord Jesus Christ?”
and that friend would say; “I did tell
you, but yon were blind and. could not
this army got on the hills so that they
saw the turrets and the towers of Jeru
salem, they gave a shoot that made the
earth tremble, and tradition, whether
true or false, says.that *o,great *aa
the shout, eagles flyfog in the airdrop
ped under the ettooapheritrpemiaaion.
Ob, if we could ouly catoh a gltmpse
of the towers j»f this Uospel tsmple in
to which you are all invijed to come
and wash, there w6nld bis a song jubi-
and hosannas of other worlds flying
mid-air would fold their wings and
drop into onr closing doxolpgy. against
the disappointing and insufficient laver
ot Pilate’s cowardice and Pilate’*^ sin,
I place the brazeo sea of * 8avi#tir*a
pinioning mercy ! *- ; '
KEY. SAM JONES.
UBK IK TEXAS—WHAT A WACO PA
PES BAYS OF ntll.
'Vaco Examiner.]
Tho revival now in progress here ia
ie of the meet remarkable affaire of
e kind which has ever occurred either
here or elsewhere. A plain unpreten-
rae man avmes among us’unheralded
d weir-nigh unannounced, and in a
ek’8 time he is the observed of all ob-
rrern, tbo theme of conversation at
ery hearth-stone and tho wonder of
the whole city. He has only the old,
.l of sia and wickedness and tho
nt made by the blessed Savior,
new sensation. The story is
• the Bible, and yet the people
multitudes to hear it. This
brave Christian minister talks to fhe
people in no honeyed words. He does
lot gloss over their faults and short-
lomings. Saint and sinner alike have
he polished darts of his ridicule hurled
it them with vast impartiality. The
weeknesses, foibles and faults of all are
iproved, held up to siorn andcondemn-
l iu language as strong and as homely
i one hears on the .streets, in the fta-
•onsor the public places of earth.
What is it, then, which attracts to
this wonderful man the vart multitudes
that throng to hear him nightly, and
ho hear from him three, if not more,
irmons each day? What ia it, then,
which gathers and holds the vast crowds
of intelligent people in this way? It
tho wonderful story of the cross, tho
rnest powerful way ih which it is
presented, and tho magnificent devotion
tho bravery and the evident earnestness
of the man. He has not been bred iu
the schools. He is a child of the people
only, and yet, like the apostles and
preachers selected by tho Savior while
on earth, he touches the hearts of all
who hear him, and a mighty change
comes over the people.
not injuring anybody. He is
making nobody any worse. * No man
will ever commit a crime or lodge in a
felon’s cell by reason of the ministra-
of this man. But many are made
better. Many coarse, sensual natures
directed to purer and better ways of
Under his faithful ministration
1 grow more tolerant, more charita
ble aud more sympathetic. He elevates,
he does not poll men down. He is a
valuable adjunct to law, to government
»nd to the good of society. He is a
man among men, and the revival he
inaugurated will leavo an indellible im
pression on Waco, and its grand re-
•ults will last for years. Blessings on
he man, may he live long to bear the
nessings of an active and aggressive
gospel among the sons of menl
That Lost Flag.
Atlanta Journal.
The foilowing letter from Colonel
Francis P. Fisher, of Chicago, renders
it abont certain that the lost flag cap-
‘ured by Judge H. B. Tompkins, of
Atlanta, was the lost flag ot the Fifty-
fitth Illinois, which Bishop Beckwith
asked to help recover. If it is. oi
course General Clayton will give it np
with pleasure. Colonel Fisher’s letter
follows: Chicago, September 25,
Judge Henry B. Tompkins,
*' " h ’ -Accept my
1884.
Atlanta, Ga.
•ordial thanks for you
tember 23, and the kind tetms in which
•eyed. Our regiment (the
Fifty-fifth Illinois Volunteer Infantry)
was stationed of July 22, 1864. at just
•lout tho point namel by you, viz., a
little to the right of the railroad going
from Atlanta to Augusta. The cut in
the railroad had been left unprotected
V °nr forces and your meu took sd-
■antage ol it to flank ns, and onr regi-
aent, with others, was temporarily
forced hack into the timber, and our
color guard, with the colors, were cap
tured. I think it quite likely that the
blue eilk flag you refer to was onr regi
mental flag. Shonld it prove to be so,
and should it be now iu tbo possession
of General Clayton, onr boys will hot
be slow to acknowledge your cenerous
courtesy in aiding them to' “rally
around the old flag.” Fraternally
yours, Francis P. Fisher.
Plain Questions.
# Mythical ideas are fanning the pub
lic brow with the breath of predjudice,
ignorance or hnmbuggery. Have you
the remotest idea that your scrofula
was created by the use of potash and
mercury ? No matter what the cause.
B. B. B. is the peer of all other reme
dies. Do you presume that your
troublesome catarrh is the result of
mineral poisoning ? B. B. B. is the
quickest remedy. Are your chronic
ulsters and boils and sores the result
of potash and mercury? Medical
gentlemen will not tell you so, bat B.
B.^ B. is the only sovereign remedy.
Were your terrible kidney troubles
crested by mineral poisoning 9 Not
bit of it, but B. 11. B. has proven to
i a reliable remedy. Are your akin
diseases yonr eczema, dry tetter, etc., *
the effect of too much potash and
mercery ? The medical profeslion are
the l est judges, and they aay nay, but
B. B. B. makes more pronounced cures
than all other preparations combined.
OLD GEORGIA.
The three oldest Georgians that fig
ured in Georgia politics many years
Judge John P. King, of Au
gusta. tho oldest <sx-Senator, living, of
be U. 8. Senate. Hon. Mark A. Coop-
r of Bartow county, who was a mem
ber of Congress forty-five years ago,
and Jnaius Ilillyer of Decatur, Ua„
’ tre all over eighty yeare of age.
latter gentleman was one of a
band, who arrested some snnpicioas
strangers in the Cherokee, nation* up
per Georgia, and one of them was John
Howard Payne, author of “Home,
Sweet Home.”-
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