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as you were when you were accustomed to
rise in the morning at 5 o'clock
to pray and sing "Hallelujah,
’tis done!” My friend. Rev. Dr.
.Joseph H. Jones, of Philadelphia, a trans
lated spirit now, wrote a book entitled
“Man, Moral and Physical,” in which he
shows bow different the same things may
appear to different people. He says: “After
the great battle ou the Miucio in 1859,
between the French and Sardinians
on one side and the Austrians
on the other, so disastrous to
the latter, the defeated army retreated, fol
lowed by the victors. A description of the
march of eacli army is given by two edr
iwpondents of the London Times, one of
whom traveled with the successful host, the
other with the defeated. The difference in
views and statements of the same place,
scenes and events s remarkable. The former
are said to tic marching through a beautiful
and luxuriant, country during the day, and
at night enrunipiug where they are supplied
with an abundance of the best provisions,
and ail sorts of rural dainties. There is
not hing of war about the proceeding except
its stimulus and excitement. On the side of
the poor Austrians it is just the reverse. In
his letter of the same date, describing the
same places and a inarch over the same
road, the writer o n scarcely find words to
set forth the suffering, impatience and dis
gust existing around mill. W hat was pleas
ant to the former was intolerable to the lat
ter. What made all this differencei asks the
journalist. ‘One condition only: The French
are victorious, the Austrians have lieen de
feated. The contrast may convey a dis
tinctive idea of the extent to which moral
impressions affect the efficiency of the sol
dier.’ ”
So, my dear brother, the roa l you are
traveling is the same you hnve been travel
ing a long while, but the difference in your
physical conditions makes it look different,
and therefore the two reports you have
given of yourself are as widely different as
the reports in the London Times trom the
two correspondents. Edward Payson, some
times so far up on the Mount that it seemed
as if the centripetal force of the earth could
no longer hold' him, sometimes through a
physical disorder was so far down that it
seemed as if the uetlier world would clutch
him. Glorious William Cowper was
as good as good could be, and
will be loved in the Christian Church
as long as it sings his hymn beginning:
“There is a fountain filled with blood,” arid
his hymn beginning: “O fora closer walk
with'God.’’and his hymn beginning; “What
various hindrances we meet, 1 ’ and iiis hymn
beginning: “God moves in a mysterious
wav.’ Yet so was he overcome of melan
choly, or black bile, that it was only
through the mistake of the cab driver, who
took him to the wrong place, instead of the
river hank, that he did not commit suicide.
Spiritual condition so mightily affected
by the physical state, what a great oppor
tunity this gives to the Christian physician,
for lie can feel at the same time both the
pulse of the body and the pulse of the soul,
and ho can administer to both at once, and
if medicine is needed he can give that, and
if spiritual counsel is needed he can give
that—an earthly and a divine prescription
at the same time—and call on not only the
apothecary of earth, but the pharmacy of
heaven. Ah, that is the kind of doctor I
want at my bedside when I get sick, one
that can not only count out the right, nurn
l>er of drops, but who can also pray. JThat is
the kind of doctor 1 have hail in'my house
when sickness or death came. I do
not want any of your profligate
or atheistic doctors around my loved
ones when the balancesof life are trembling.
A doctor who has gone through the medical
college, and in dissecting room has traversed
the wonders of the human mechanism, and
found uo God in any of the labyrinths is a
fool, ami cannot doctor me or mine. But,
oh, the Christian doctors! What a comfort
they have lieen in many of our households.
And they ought to have a warm place in
our prayers, as well as praise on our tongue*.
Dear old Dr. Bkdlman! My father’s doctor,
m y mother’s doctor, in the village home.
He carried all the confluences of all
the families for ten miles around.
We all felt better a- soon as we saw him en
ter the house. His face pronounced a beati
tude before he said a word. He welcomed
all of us children into life, and he closed
the old people’s eyes when they entered the
* last slumber. I think I know what Christ
*said to him when the old doctor got through
his work. I think ho was greeted with the
words: “Come m, doctor. I was sick and
ye visited me!” I bless God that the num
ber of Christian physicians is multiply iag.
arnl some of the students of the medical col
leges are here to-day and I hail you and I
bless you, and I ordain you to "the tender,
beautiful, heaven descended work of a
Christian physician, and when you take your
diploma from the L >ng Island Me tical Col
lege, to look after the perishable body, be
sure also to get n diploma from the skies to
look after the imperishable soul. Let all
Christian physicians unite with
ministers of the Gospel in persuading good
people that it is not because God is against
them that they sometimes feel depre-. ed.
but because of their diseased body. I sun
pose David, the psalmi t, was no more pious
when he called on everything human and
angel'c, animate and iiinnimat", and from
snowflake to hurricane, to praise God, than
when he sa'd: “Out of the depths of hell
Hnve I cried unto Theo, O Lord,” or that
Jeremiah was any better when he wrote his
Prophecy than when he wrote his “Lament t
tions,” or that Job was any better when he
said: “I know that my Redeemer liveth,”
than when covered all'over with the pus
tules of elephantiasis he sat iu the ash *s
scratching the scabs "ff with n broken piece
of pottery: or that Alexander Cru ien, the
Concord st, mbs any lietter man when he
eomnilp 1 the book that has helped t n thou
sand students of the Bible, than when under
the power of physical disorder he was hand
onfled and strait-waisx-oated in Bethnal
Green Insane A-vlum,
“Oh,” avs some Christian man, “no one
ought io allow physical disorder to depress
his'soul. He ought to live so near to God as
to he always in the sunshine," Yes, that is
good advice; but I warrant that you, tlio
man who gives the advice, has a sound liver.
Thank God everyday tor healthful hepatic
condition, for, just, as certainly as you lose
it, you will some imes, like David, and like
Jeremiah, and like Cowper, and like Alex
ander Crudeu, and like ten thousand other
invalids, bo playing a dead march o - the
same organ with which now you play u
Toccata. Mv object at this point is not
only to emoliiate the criticisms of the well
against those in poor health, but to show
Christian people who are atrabilarious what
is the matter with them. Do not charge
against the heart the crimes of auotber
portion of your organism. Do not conclude
that because the path of heaven is not ar
bored with as flue a foliage, or the 1 auks
beautifully snowed un ler with exquisite
chrysanthemums as once, that thereto ■. you
are on the wrong road. The l oad will bring
you out at the same gate whether you walk
with the stride of an athlete or co.ne up on
crutches. Thousands of Christians morbid
about their experiences, and morbid about
their business, and morbid about the pres
eut, and morbid about the future, need the
sermon 1 am now preaching.
Another practical use of this subject is
for the young. The theory is abroad that
they must lirst sow their wild oat<. and uf
terward Michigan wheat. Let me bieak
the delusion, ft il ! oats are genera !y sown
in the liver, and they can never be nulled
up. They so preoccupy that organ thut
there is no room for the implantation of a
righteous crop. You see aged me i aoout
us at eighty, erect, agile, splendid,
grand old men. How much wild oats
did they sow between eighteen years and
thirty! None, absolutely none. God does
not very often honor with old age those
who ha ve in eariv life sacrificed swine on the
altar of the bodily t nipie. Remember, O
young man, thui ‘while in after life, and
after years of dissipation von may perhaps
hove your heart changed, religion" docs not
change the liver. Trembling an 1 stagger
ing along these streets to-day are men, all
bent and decayed, aid prematurely old ba
the reason thut they arc paying for liens
‘■['ey put upon their' physical estate before
t-l-cy were thirty. By! iirly dissipation they
p-.t on then body a til's t mort
ago, a lie a second mortgage,
; and a third mortgage to the devil,
1 and these mortgages are now being fore
; closed, und all that remains of their earthly
I estate the undertaker will soon pu out of
i sight. Many years ago, in fulfillment of
1 mv text, a dart struck through their liver,
| and it is there yet. God forgives, but ■ ut
raged physical law never, never, never.
That has a Sinai, but no Calvary. Solomon
in mv text knew what he was talking about,
lie hini in early life beeu a profligate, and
he rises up on iiis throne of worldly splen
dor to shriek out a warning to all the cen
turies. David, bad in early life, but good
in later life, cries out with an agony of
earnestness: “Remember Dot tiie sius of
mv youth.”
Stephen A. Douglas gave the name of
“■qua. ter sovereignty" to those wlio went
out West and took possession of lands and
hold them by right of pre-occupation. Let
a flock of sms settle on your hi art before
you got to twenty-live years of age, and
they will in all probability keep possession
of it by an infernal squatter sovereignty.
“ I prodiise to pay at the bank 4500 six
months from dare,” says the promissory
note. "I promise to ny my life thirty
years from date at the bank of the grave,"
-ays every infraction of the laws of your
physical being.
XVhat? Will a man’s body never com
pletely recover from early dissipation In
this world! Never. How about the world
to come? Perhaps God will 1 titup in the
resurrection body so that it will not have to
go limping through nil eternity; but get the
liver thoroughly damaged anil it will stay
damaged. Physicians cull it cancer of the
liver, or hardening of the liver, or cirrhosis
of the liver, or inflammation of the liver, or
futtv deg neration of the liver, but Solo
mon puts all these pangs into one figure and
says: “Till the dart strike through his liver.”
Hesiod seemed to have some hint of this
when he represented Prometheus for h s
crimes fastened to a pillar and an eagle
feeding on his liver, which was renewed
again each night, sy that the devouring
went ou until finally Hercules slew the
eagle and rescued Prometheus. And a dis
sipated early life assures a ferocity pecking
a .vay and clawing away at the liver year
in aiid year out. and Death is the only H r
eules who can break the power of its beak
or unclench its claw. So also Virgil and
Homer wrote fables about vultures preying
upon the liver, but there are those here to
day with whom it is uo fable, but a terrific
realitv.
i'na't young man smoking cigarettes and
smoking cigars his no idea that he is get
ting lor himself smoked liver That young
man has no i lea that he has by early dis
sipation so depleted his energies that he will
go into the bat le only half armed. Napol
eon lost Waterloo days before it was
fought. Had be attacked the English army
before it was re-enforced, and taken it divis
ion by division be might have won the day,
but be waited until he hal only one hundred
thousand men against two hundred thou
sand. And here is u young man who, if he
put all his force* against the regiment of
youthful temptations, in the strength of
God might drive them back, but ha is al
lowing them to lie re-enforced by the whole
army of mid-life temptations, and when all
these combined forces are massed against
him and no Groucny comes to help him,
an t Blucher has come to help his foes, what
but immortal defeat can await him!
Oh, my young brother, do not make the
mistake that thousands all around you are
making, in opening the battle against sin
too late, for this world toe late and for the
world to come too late. Wflat brings that
express train from St. Louis into Jersey
City three hours late? They lost fifteen
minut s e-vdy on "he route, and that af
fected them all the way, and they had to be
switched off here ana switched off there,
aiid detained hero and detained there, and
the man who loses time aud strength in the
earlier part of the journey of life will suffer
for It all the way through, the first twenty
years of life damaging the following fifty
years.
Borne years ago a scientific lecturer went
through the country exhibiting ou great
canvas different parts of the human body
when healthy, and different parts when dis
eased. And’what the world wants now is
some eloquent scientist to go through the
country showing to our young people on
blitzing canvas the drunkard’s liver, the
idler’s liver, the libertine’s liver, the gam
bler’s. liver. Perhaps the spectacle might
stop some young man before he comes to
the same catastrophe, and the dart strike
through his own liver.
My hearer, this is tlio first sermon you
have heard on the Gospel of Health, and it
may be tue last you will ever hear on that
subject, and I charge you in the name of
God, and Christ, and usefulness, and eternal
destiny, take better care of your health
When some of you die, if you” friends put
on your tombstone a truthful epitaph, it
wiii read: “Here lies the victim of Lite
sin pci's,” or it will be: “Behold what
chicken salad at midnight will do for a
man,” or it will be: “Ten cigars a day
closed by earthly existence,” or it will be:
“Bat down in a cold draught and this is the
result,” or it will bo: “I died of ttiiu shoes
la.t winter,” or it will be: “Went out
Without an overcoat and took thislast chill,"
or it Will be: “Thought 1 could do at
seventy wlut I did at twenty, and I atn
here,” or it will be: "Here is the conse
quouco of sitting a half day with wet feet,”
or it will lie: "Tins is where I have stacked
iny harvest of wild oats,” or, instead of
words, the stonecutter will chisel for auepi
tapaou the tombstone two figures: namely,
a dart and a liver.
There is a kind of sickness that is beauti
ful when it comes from overwork for God,
or one’s country, or one’s own family. Ihave
seen wounds that were glorious. After tiie
battle of Antietam in the hospital a soldier,
in reply to my question, “Where are you
hurt?’ uncovered his bosom and showed me
a gash that looked like badge of eternal
nobility. I have -ecu nn empty sleeve that
was more beautiful than the most muscular
forearm. I have seen a green shade over
the eye shot out in battle that was more
beautiful than any two eyes that had passed
without injury. I have seen un old mis
sionary worn out with the malaria of
African jungles who looked to me more
radiant than a rubicund gymnast, I have
seen a mother aftfr six week ’ watching
over a family of children down with scarlet
fever, w.tha’ glory around her pole and wan
face that surpassed the angelic. It all do
|ieuds on how ycu got your sickness and in
what battle your wounds. Frederick T.
Frelinghuysen, the pride of New Jer
sey—aye ’of the nation—and one
of tne pillars of the Christian
church, aud for nearly four years practi
cally President of the United States, al
though in the office of Secretary of State,
in his determination to make peace with all
the governments on this American con
tinent, wore himself out, and while ills brain
was as keen as it ever was. and his heart
beat as regularly ns it over did, he was, ac
cording to the bulletin of his physicians at
Washington aud Newark, dying of hard n
illg of the liver. Satan, who does not like
good men, sent a dart through his liver,
rhe last my dear friend—for he was my
friend, and my father’s friend before me —
tho last he was seen in ’Washington was in
the President's carriage leaning his head
against the shoulder of the President, on iiis
way to tho deoot to take the train to tro
home to die. Martyr of the public service,
he diefl for his country, though ne died in
time of peace. In his earlier life ho was
called the nepbew of his uncle, Th-odoro
Frelinghuysen, but he lived to render for
God and his country a service that wid
make others proud to be his nephew, and
which will keep his name <m the scroll of
history ns the highest style of Christian
statesman that this century or a;.y other
century has produced. My Lord and my
God! if we must get sick and worn out, let
it le in Thy service and in the effort to
make the word good and happy. Not tn
the service oi sin. No! No! tine of the
most pathetic scenes that 1 ever witness and
I often see it, is that of men or women con
verted iu the fifties or sixties or seventies
wanting to lie uselul. but they so served the
world and Batan iu the earlier part of their
life that th<*y have no physical energy left
for the service of God. They sacrificed
nerves, muscle-, lungs, heart aiid liver on
i tne wrong altar. They fought on the wrong
I Side, and now, when their sword is ail
TIIE MORNING NEWS: MONDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1887,
hacked up and their ammunition all gone,
they enlist for Emmanuel. When the high
mettled cavalry' horse, which t:.at man
s urred into many a cavalry charge with
champing bit. ami flaming eye and neck
cl ti ed with thunder, is worn out and
spavined und ring-boned and spring-halt, he
rides up to the great Captain of our Salva
tion on the white horse and offere his servi
ces. When such jiersons might have beeu
tlu'ougb the good habits of a lifetime crash
ing the liattle-axe through helmeted iniqui
ties, they are spending their days and nights
in discussing tne best way of breaking up
their indigestion, and quieting their jang
ling nerves, and rousing their laggard apjie
tite, arid trying to extract the dart from
their outraged liver. Better converted inte
than never! Oh, yes; for they will get to
heaven. But they will go at'ixit when they
might hnve wheeled up the steep hills of the
sky in Elijah’s chariot. There is an old
hymn that wo used to sing in the country
meetinghouso when I was a boy, and I re
member how the old folks’ voices trembled
with emotion while they sarg it. I have
forgotten all but two lines, but those lilies
are the peroration of my sermon:
“ ’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To inlrnl religion young.”
FRYE ON THE FISHERIES DISPUTE.
What He Says in a Special to the
New York Sun.
Lewiston, Me., Nov. 17.—Senator Frye,
in an interview to-day when asked his
opinion of the Fisheries Commission, said:
“You mean the meeting of supernumera
ries whom Mr. Bayard has called to his side
and the commissioners whom England has
sent. 1 correct you advisedly, for the Sec
retary of State, having learned that the
President had no authority in law to appoint
a commission, has suddenly changed the
name of his assistants from commissioners
to negotiators. Well, this commission is
here; now what can it do?
“I fail to see that it can do anything. The
American members can get Mr. Joseph
Chamberlain's views, and that is about all.
I should judge from Secretary Bayards
conduct that lie already has the views oi
Minister West.”
• * What do you understand to be the object
of the Commission?”
“From England’s attitude I should say
that it was tho original purpose to appoint
a commission to settle the fisheries dispute.
From the recent, alleged utterances of Mr.
Bayard, I should say that he intended to
use Messrs. Putnam and Augell as advisers
in negotiating a treaty.”
“And what would the Senate do with a
treaty?”
“That, of course, I cannot say; but I have
no hope that one can be made with England
that would be acceptable to tho United
States. Canada wishes our market for ag
ricultural products, lumber and fish. The
only thing they can give us in return is a
market for manufactured goods. Great
Britain will never consent to have our prod
ucts go into one of her colonies free of duty
while hers is subject to them.”
“Do you think this Commission will at
tempt anything iu regard to commercial
union f”
“I don’t doubt that Mr.'Bayard’s associ
ates, being men of the highest intelligen e,
will attempt anything like that. Commer
cial union at present is simply a myth.
Canada must first become independent, you
know. The same reason that I gave why
England would not consent to a treaty uc
eeptable to this country holds good respect
ing commercial union. She would never al
low it. For mvsell', Ido not see any great
advantage for New Eugiand in the proposed
scheme. Canada would be dealing with
tiO.UOU.OJO of people, while we would deal
with only 5.000,(XX). I prefer annexation,
and in time, I think, it is sure to cone.”
STILL ANOTHER FOOL FARMER.
He Hands $3,000 Over to Two Stran
gers Without a Question,
film the New York Sun.
Harmonsburgh, Pa., Nov, 17.—James
McClure, a rich fanner of this place, has
*O,OOO less in bank than he had a few days
ago. If there is anybody the fanners of
this part of the State swear by it Is Edgar
Huidekoper of Meadvilie, the well-known
importer and breeder of Holstein cattle.
The r don’t all know Mr. Huidekoper, and a
gnat many of th in never saw him. But
everything with which Huidekoper s name
is connected goes. The other day Farmer
McClure was throwing cornstalks to
his cattle when two fine-looking gentle
men drove up. He walked out to the car
riage.
"How de do. Mr. McClure?” said one of
the men, cordially extending his hand,
“you may not remember me, but. I am Ed
gar Huidekoper, and i’ve called to see you
ou business.”
Farmer McClure grabbed the hand of the
great Huidekoper, shook it until its owner
was red in the face, and let go of it with re
luctance.
“This lialn’t Mr. Huidekoper!” exclaimed
the hapi.y farmer. “This is a pleasure!”
He urged the two men to come iu the
house und accept his hospitality, but they
were not seeking hospitality. The great
Huidekoper and his friend, Mr Powell, of
the Bhodelaud stock farms, who was with
him, unfolded a plan to Farmer McClure in
which a great deul of money was to be
made. All he hud to do to get in and swoop
up treasure with Huidekoper and the rest
was to put 80.000 in the scheme. Fanner
McClure could hardly wait long enough to
hitch up lijs horse and hurry it to Lines
ville to draw the money out of the bank.
Huidekoper and Stock-raiser Powell met
him on the way back. He handed them the
money, and when he recovered his breath
they were rapidly disappearing from sight
down rhe road, with their horses on a dead
run. Farmer McClure hasn’t seen or heard
anything of the sharpers since.
The Decline of the MonogTam.
New York, Nov. 11>. — No fashion could
have become more completely extinct than
the one much abused custom of decorating
every available piece of personal property
with a monogram. At one time, not so very
tar distant a conglomeration of hioroglflip
ics was to be observed wherever they
could be placed and although nobody ever
took the trouble to decipher these twisted
scrolls and letters it was somehow tacitly
understood tiiat then- existence lent an ad
ditional importance to the owner o’ the ar
ticle thus adorned. Nowadays, when fash
ions are gradually tending toward the sini
ploand unobtrusive, we remark with pleas
ure that the monogram is becoming exceed
ingly rare. Handkerchiefs though thev may
be Ijoiviered with the richest lace a e inno
cent of embroidered letter's. Note papor
and envelope* are quite plain and the best
sty : e of seal used bears the impress of a
small crest and nothing more. Hut snppose
one has no coat of arms and consequently no
crest f Is one therefore to be debarred from
sealing one’s letters with fancy wax; in tin's
case the only permissible substitute would he
a tiny initial letter. A of this kind can
never be in bad taste. In marking table
linen tho monogram has entirely disap
jie ired, the two or throe initials tiiat stand
for the hostess’ name being embroidered
across the cloth in n simple pattern. Any
thing more elaborate is considered vulgar.
As tor monograms on underwear they are
positively tabooed by women of real taste
and refinement. Embroidery, when well
done, is in itself ulwu.vs beautiful, but mon
ograms that no one can possibly rea i, are
meaningless and their decline should ire en
couraged. Clara Lanza.
A Fatal kailroad Wreels.
El Paso, Tex., Nov. ~t). -A freight train
was wrecked on the Mexican Central tail
road, twenty-seven miles south of here, last
night. Charles Townsend and his son,
of tills city, were killed. Three others were
taken from the wreck and carried to Chi
huahua, mid are reported dead.
When the City Marshal of Cadilac, Midi.,
carried their supper* to the prisoners in the jail
lire other evening, one of them skippe 1 our,
siamtning ihe liooranu locking tue ~'arvtal m.
THREE AGES OF THANKSGIVING
The Present One is Distinguished by
Big Dinners and Noise.
[ Copyriyhted , 1887.]
Nkw York, Nov. 19.—The gamin has
begun his annual announcement of the
approach of Thanksgiving. Tooting a
fish horn, in masque and trailing gown, he
marches in procession up and down the side
streets, treating the Puritan festival as if it
were no other than an autumn edition of the
Fourth of July.
Thanksgiving has turned to dinner and to
noi-e.
The old time New England Thanksgiving
never existed outside of New England, and
even on its own territory ii> has passed
through a golden and silver age hnd entered
into one of copper.
How far back one has to look to get a
glimpse of the silver age and even to peep
over the boundaries of the gold depends not
on chronology, but on locality.
It is a curiosity of America that our date
lines run in zigzags. It isn’t 1887 over more
than a limited area of couutry at once.
Tho “resources of civilization” are supposed
to have straightened things out and to have
established n certain simultaueousiiess of
livi ig;but I have seen within six years a
Massachusetts girl of 20 who could
read Virgil but had never seen
a railroad; and there are Northern
New Yorkers too young to remem
ber Lincoln’s assassination who have seen
nails hammered out one by one by the
village blacksmith, and used wooden pins
in carpentry wherever it was possible to
spare tho precious iron.
The golden ago of Thanksgiving in some
parts of New England is fifty years back;
in others it is ten and fifteen years gone. It
depends for the most part ou one’s grand
father. If he lived to a green old age, he
brought, if not the farm house festival, at
least the village Thanksgiving —a sort of
silver gilt variety—down almost to date.
Grandsir’s house—the children knew him
by no other name—and the houses next it
illustrated New England village genealogy.
Up at the head of the street was an open
space, it was there, or thereabout, that
the little black cottage had stood in which,
back in the pro-Adamite era according to
childish reckoning, had lived the primeval
grandmother, of Orango-Irish blood, whose
nurse had hid her in a baiter’s oven wheu
she was a baby over in green Erin and the
Catholic raiders had come down upon the
fold. Her nurse had brought her to England
and there she had found a husband, and her
children had lived next door. Their house
was gone, too, and their children’s, but. there
were three or four standing yet, cheek by
jowl with one another, where Grandsir’s
father had lived and his father before him.
There was the big-chimneyed old house
where Grandsir lived as a young man, when
lie turned out the primitive bean pot for the
village on the potter’s wheel. There was tiie
grand new house, in which, as a leather
merchant, with a store in Boston, he was
passing his later years.
All the houses, little and big, were full
when Thanksgiving came around, for every
member of un overflowing family came
home to spend the festival. Uncles and
aunts began to arrive on Moudav, aud the
flock of cousins kept increasing until
Wednesday nigh;. They took possession of
Grandsir’s house, running it over with bub
ling laughter and merriment, and they
camped down upon Uncle Eben and Uncle
Enocu next do >r. It was a turbulent, un
ruly, jolly household that no rules of law
ana order could keep within bounds.
Th re was Grandsir himself, s ou', white
haired, bushy eye-browed, jovial i.euevo
lence shining in his smile and in every fold
of his multiplex chin. There was Grandma
straight as an arrow, with too much stern
pride to allow herself to become bent;
slender, brigut-eyed and with soft folds of
rippling gray hair combed down over her
ears. There was a wilderness of grown up
folks and little folks all bent on a week’s
revel.
Ah me, the pies!
How sticky the little fingers
got seeding tho raisins after even
ing, when all hands turned to
to help in honor of the approaching festi
val. What an orgy of chopping there was!
Chopping of apples, chopping of meat, chop
ping of raisins, chopping of suet, chopping
of ever thing choppabiefor the all-devouring
mince pies.
The brick oven! One will never forget it
Disused the year thr ugh, it must be
heated once again, preferred over its modern
rivals, for baking the Thanksgiving pics.
What a sigut it was —the roaring, the curl
ing, the eddying of the living flames in the
black depths. \Vhat a lot of oven wood it
took to fill it. What a fearful joy there was
in ieediug the flames.
Grandma hovered proudly over those pies.
Waiter load by waiter-load she bore tuem
triumphantly, floury apron fluttering in the
air. to the big hail closet, a convoy of little
folk exulting in the trust hearing lesser
loads in her wake. Thirty, forty, fifty,
sixty of them, they were welcome to freeze
solid as rocks the winter through—such of
thorn as survived Thanksgiving—having
brief return engagements with the oven on
their way to table.
The joys of that hall closet.
Ther > was the barrel of cranberries, red
and glowing, a color-feast to the eyes. There
were the turkeys aud chickens, dozens and
scores of them, beyond childish arithmetic
to count, for Uraudsir remembered half the
old aunties in the village aud every man in
hisemploy. There were the apples, Bald wins,
greenings ana Roxbury russets, and there—
ready for more pie—were the great milk
pans of squash, floating yellow islands in
seas of milk.
Pumpkins? No. It is pumpkin in tradi
tion and in New York, but in Massachusetts,
home ot tee pumpkins, within the memory
oi the oidest inhabitant it has always been
squash.
I am a veracious chronicler and I say,
very emphatically, squash.
It is curious how much colder it used to be
at Thanksgiving than it is now.
There was always ice on the pond and it
was the big family sleigh that carried Grand
air and his store of provisions when he set
out on his Thanksgiving rounds. It was a
treat t 'go with him, for the jiugle of old
Spot’s bells brought a dozen rheumatic souls
to the windows who counted on their
Thanksgiving reminders as confidently as
ou the coming of the day.
Thanksgiving morning, when the day did
its duty, was clsar und sharp. Grandma
hustled off tho “menfolks” ami as many of
the children as could be beguiled into going,
to church. The sermon was an excellent
institution to clear the coast for that task of
all tne year, tue making ready the Thanks
giving Dinner. With a big D.
She rose to the occasion and her heart
swelled within her. It was a morning for
anxiety, but anxiety overtopped by pride.
The turkey was a tremendous responsibility,
but the turkey had met his match. Tue
long dining table needed two cloths to cover
it, and it called for nice mental calculation
to decide where each of tlio multitude of
aunts ami uncles and cousins little and cous
ins big should sit.
At church the minister enjoyed himself.
It was a luxury to hear him lay about the
heads of the members of the Legislature and
pu'r mize the President. He always talked
pohti s. It wasn’t considered the thing
to do it on any other occasion and he made
the most of his chance.
Grandsir handled tho carving knife.
Grandma hea|ied tho plates and beamed.
All the boys chopped wood to work oir tho
elfects of tne dinner, once it was eaten, and
the girls nibbled strips of salt cod for the
•suiie purpose.
Toward night it clouded in gray and dark
till tie sense of family shelter and protec
tion lent an added charm to the family re
union. All the uncles discusse 1 tho state of
the country and agreed on a line of action
that once adopted oy the powers that lie
would precipitate the millennium. All the
aunties talked the new babies over, ami all
the cousins cracked nuts and were allowed
small glosses of cider.
The time came when (Irandsir died, and
the silvergilt Thank-givings c imetoun end.
E • i Pttnam lleaton.
KEEPSAKES IN WATCHES.
Serious Trouble Caused by the Forget
fulness of a Jewelry Workman.
From the Jewelers' Weekly.
In four out of every five watches brought
us to lie regulated, repaired r cleaned we
find somo token. Sometimes it is a bit of
ribbon or a lock of hair, or a rose petal.
But oftener it’s a four-leaf clover. The
four-leaf clover is a love token always. It
is by the maiden fair given to her lover, who
tenderly stows it away in the back of bis
watch case and forgets all about it. When
his watch goes wrong he takes it to a jew
eler and doesn’t think of the relic it con
tains. It is difficult always to keep these
things straight, and once in a while we mix
them up.
One fellow came in a short time ago and
registered a kick. He took out of his watch
a tiny bit of blonde hair tied with a piece of
piuk ribbon, and told me in good round
terms that it had got him into trouble. “I
brought my watch here a couple of weeks
ago to be regulated, and forgot to take out
a four-leaf clover I had in the back of it.
I didn't think any more about it till last
night, when my girl looked in the back case
to see if the clover was still there. When
she found this lock of blonde hair she fixed
me with a cold, glittering glance and offered
me back my ring. 1 put in the next hour
trying to explain that I didn’t know any
thing about the infernal blonde hair, and I
didn’t meet with flattering success. Now,
if you don’t hunt up that clover I’ll make
more t.ouble in your blanked old store than
a deputy sheriff. And you’ve got to give
me a written statement that you put this
dashed blonde hair in my watch or I’ll
prosecute you for malicious mischief. You
hear me!”
Well, l foresaw trouble in the air, but
took the yellow hair and pink ribbon and
laid it away, and in a day or two a middle
aged man came in with wrath all over his
face. “ What in thunder do you mean by
disrupting a man’s family peace?” he began
as lie pulled out his watch and took a four
leaf clover out of the back case.
“Do you want to break up a loving house
hold aiid get me into a divorce court. I left
my watch here with a lock of my wife’s
hair it, and last night she found this meas
ly four-leaf clover in place of it. I’ve car
ried that bit of hair ever since we were en
gaged and if I don’t get it back, you had
iietrer move to some other town. What
d’ye mean, anywoy ? I never picked a four
leaf clover in my life, nor did my wife either.
I wou.dn’t go through the row I hud last
night again for your whole biauked store.
Now you hustle and get me back my own
keepsake. ”
I produced it and explained how it had
occurred and his brow cleared. “Now I
think of it,’’ he said, as he started to go,
“just you write me a letter anil tell how
this happened and sign it and seal it for all
you’re worth. Women never believe a man
unless he lies to ’em, and I want something
to save me further trouble.” I did so, and
he departed with his mind at rest.
Tlie other young man came iti in a day or
two and said he desired to make bis regular
Thursday evening call and wanted his four
leaf clover and the accompanying affidavit.
He got them both.
A FAMOUS POEM.
Why Mrs. Sarah J. Hale Wrote “Mary
Had a Little Lamb.”
From the Philadelphia Times.
The authorship of “Mary Hud a Little
Lamb” has been ascribed to various persons
and many romantic stories have been told
regarding its composition. To Mrs. Hale’s
family we are indebted for the following ac
count of the circumstances which led to its
production. In 1827 Dr. Lowell Mason was
induced to lend his musical talents to Bos
ton, and w'hile there gave especial attention
to the training of children in vocal music,
being the first person to introduce singing
into the public schools. In order to make
these singing classes attractive Dr. Mason
requested Mrs. Hale and other writers
to furnish him with verses suited to
the capacity of children, and of a
kind to interest them. In response
to this request, Mrs. Hale, ever ready to
lend a hand in any good work, composed a
series of little poems for children, which
were set to music by Mr Mason and sung in
the schools of Boston and afterward
throughout the country. Among these
were the well-known, “If ever I see, on
bush or tree,” and the world-famous
“Mary’s Lamb,” which was founded on an
incident of the writer’s own childish expe
rience. A farmer’s daughter, she had had
in her New Ham. shire home her own little
pet lamb, that followed her wlier'ever she
went. Devotedly fond of animals and
making pets of birds and kittens from her
earliest to her latest years, this busy editor
and mother of a family turned aside from
tier pressing cares to write these verses,
which have found a sympathetic echo in the
hearts of children all over the country. In
18i>0 the poems thus composed were pub
lished in book form under Mrs. Hale’s signa
ture, with a number of other songs and
rhymes, affectionately dedicated to all good
children in the United States.
Excessive Novel Reacting.
From the London Daily News.
Mr. Lewis Morris, discoursing the other
evening at the Nottingham Mechanics’ In
stitution, was surely justified in waxing
pathetic over the tastes of readers even in
that great educational centre. The propor
tion which the volumes of fiction taken
out of the library bore to "works of a
poetical nature” was described by the figures
SS,BtH as agains tk>o. Science was consulted
in 1,375 works; 1.038 works of travel had
been read, and history had been studied in
only 1,100 volumes. “Don’t you think,”
suggested the poet modestly and gently,
"that, 58,801 volumes is rather in excess of
the more serious booksi” It certainly is;
but the poets, .the scientific writers, the
travelers, and the solid historians may per
haps console themselves with the reflection
that in this case there is good gear in little
bulk. _
OFFICIAL MORTUARY REPORT.
Of the City of Savannah for the Week End-
In* Friday, Xov. 18. 1887.
Whites. IBTks&CTd
Causes of Death Over | Un ! Over I Un
tausesor iteatn. 10 <lerK) 10 | der , o
1 and '
M.| F.jM.I F.jjM. F.jM.l F.
Brain, dropsy !.. j.. ... j ■ !...j j
Brain softening 0f.... 1 ...! |
Bronchitis, capillary. t l lj i
Cholera infantum ! j
Consumption, lungs..j a;...' a jj
Enteritis | i 1
Heart Dropsy '... i... I ... i
Heart, Undefined... t. .....1 1 ...I
Inanition , j. . ...1... l i
Liver Fatty Degen’.. | 1 . | | [
Paralysis 11
Pneumonia 1... | 1 j
Rheumatism i...| l |
Syphilis, Tertiary ! j 1... ”,
Trismus nascentium. ! s| ’ ”
TJndeflned | J j| .
Total. 1 8 : 4 a! 4! 8
RECAPITULATION.
Deaths In city—Whites, 11; blacks and col
ored 14; total 35. Exclusive of til! births,
blacks and colored, 4. Premature births, i.
SUMMARY.
I Whites. Colored. H
.M.| F. M : F. E
Under 1 year ... I B'j 4 1j 8
Between 2 aud 5 years i l| a; 3
Between 10 and 3) year 5......... j ~. 1 I
Between 30 and 40 years.. 3 1 1 8
Between 40 and 50 years... 1 ] 1 3
Between 50and 00 years J 3 j 1 i| 4
Between 60 and 70 years j p 1 3
Between 70 and 80 | 1 j | 1
Between 80 and 90 years... | jj... j 'j j
Total J 7 4 8 035
Population—Whites, 31,075; blacks and col
ored, 19,111: total. 45.788.
Annual ratio p<r 1.00 t population for week-
Whites,3l.4; bl"s an ! colored. 88.3.
J. i\ McFAHC YND, M. D,
He di ll fs,n,;er.
MEETINGS.
"'ixixtox 'lodge \o. at, it* a. m.~~
A regular communication of this A
Lodge will lie held at Masonic Temple
THIS (Monday) EVENING, Nov. 21, IJ7,
at 7:80 o'clock. ~ '
The E. A. degree will be conferred.
Members of sister lodges and visiting
brethren cordially invited to meet with us.
HENRY BARTLETT, W. M.
Waring Russell, Ja.. Secretary.
DeKALB LODGE. NO. 9 I. O. O. F.
A regular meeting will be held THIS (Monday)
EVENING at 8 o’clock.
The Second Degree will be conferred.
Memliers of other Lodges and visiting brothers
are cordially invited to attend.
By order of H. W. RALL, N. G.
John Riley. Secretary.
RAILROAD LOAN ASSOCIATION.
The fifty-first regular monthly meeting of the
Railroad I>oan Association will be held THIS
(Monday) EVENING, Nov. 21, 1887, at 8 o’clock
at Metropolitan Hall.
WILLIAM ROGERS, President.
H. C. Cunningham, Secretary.
SPECIAL NOTICES.
Advertisements inserted under "Special
Notices" will be charged $1 00 o Square each
insertion.
SPECIAL NOTICE.
All persons having claims against the estate
of the late W. P. OWENS, are requested to pre
sent them, duly attested, to the undersigned.
GEO. W. OWENS.
FOR 8 VLE.
The Pilot Boat EMMA A. DICKERSON, 42
Tons burthen; Length, 02 feet; Beam, 10 feet,
6 inches; Draft, 8 feet 6 inches. In good order
and well found. If not disposed of before, will
be sold at auction at the foot of Drayton street,
Savannah, Gn..at 11 o’clock a. m., on MONDAY,
November 28th, J. J. McCOY.
TO THE A OTERS OF CHATHAM COINTY.
Fellow Citizens:
I am a candidate for the office of CLERK OF
THE SUPERIOR COURT at the ensuing elec
tion, and respectfully solicit your support.
Your obedient servant,
JOHN SCHWARZ.
Savannah, Ga., November 19, 1887.
HOW TO MAKE MONEY.
Buy a Horae ior Yourself and Have Rem.
HOW TO SAVE MONEY.
Invest A’our Savings In Real Estate.
IT don’t take much capital to begin with.
Now is your time. Don't wait for the “Boom”
to cut you off.
The new City Railroad, the projected exten
sion of the “old reliable” Central Railroad, the
building of the Savannah, Dublin and Western
road, and the new branches being built by the
Savannah, Florida and Western Railway, will
soon show their effect on our IMPROA’ED
BUSINESS, and must bring the loug-looked-for
“BOOM."
Confer with me on tiiis LIVE SUBJECT, and
get either a NICE BUILDING SITE or a
HOME FOR YOURSELF,
As I have for sale just what will suit you.
M. J. SOLOMONS,
THANKSGIVING.
Send me your orders for
FRESH KILLED TURKEYS.
First-Class Stock. Prices as Low as Any,
L. PUTZEL, Market Basement.
NOTICE.
Savannah. Ga., Nov. 3, 1887.
The shareholders of the GERMANIA EIRE
COMPANY, of Savannah, Ga., are hereby noti
fied to present their shares within thirty days
from date, to the undersigned to receive their pro
rata from the sale of the Germania Fire Com
pany’s Building.
Office hours from 10 until 2 o’clock at 117 Con
gross street JOSEPH ROOS, President.
NOTICE.
The Drayage Business heretofore carried on
by my father, Edward Moran, will be continued
by me.
All liabilities of the deceased wall be paid by
the undersigned, who will also collect all out
standing accounts. JAMES E. MORAN.
Savannah, Nov. 19th, 1887.
NOTICE TO PROPERTY OWNERS.
City of Savannah, )
Office Clehk of Council,
November 19th. 1887. i
Owners of property desiring to plant shade
trees in front of their property are respectfully
requested by the city authorities to plant said
trees during the next six v'eeks.
This notice is published in accordance with
resolution adopte I by Council at meeting of
November 16th, 1887.
FRANK E. KEBARER.
Clerk of Council.
NOTICE TO CONSIGNEES AND CAP
TAINS OF VESSELS.
Office Health Officer. I
Savannah, Ga., Nov. 1 1887. f
From Nov. Ist to May Ist. unless otherwise
ordered, Captains of vessels having clean
records, will lie allowed toeome to the city after
their vessels have been inspected by the Quaran
tine Officer.
Captains of vessels which are subjected to un
ballasting at the Quarantine Station, will re
turn to their vessels when unballasting is com
menced, and there remain until this work is
completed, in order to expedite same.
■l. T. McFAHLAND, M. )>., Health Officer.
ULMER’S LIVER CORRECTOR.
This vegetable preparation is invaluable for
the restoration of tone and strength to the sys
tem. For Dyspepsia, Constipation and other
ills, caused by a disordered liver, It cannot be
excelled. Highest prizes awarded, and in
dorsed by eminent medical men. Ask for Ul
mer's Liver Corrector and take no other. $1 00
a bottle. Freight paid to any address.
B. F. ULMER, M. D„
Pharmacist. Savannah, Ga.
- L.
PORTRAITS.
The Great Southern Portrait Company
The Great Southern Portrait Company
FOR FIFTEEN DOLLARS
FOR FIFTEEN DOLLARS
A VFRY FINE CRAYON PORTRAIT
A VERY FINE CRAYON PORTRAIT
OAK, GILT OR BRONZE FRAMES.
OAK, GILT OR BRONZE FRAMES.
SIZE 20x24 GOOD WORK
SIZE 20x24 GOOD WORK
The Great Southern Portrait Company
Tlir Great Southern Portrait Company
42 AND 44 BULL STREET, AT DAVIS BROS.’
42 AND 44 BULL STEEET, AT DAVIS BROS.’
L. B. DAVIS, SECRETARY &. MANAGER
L. B. DAVIS, SECRETARY & MANAGER
FRESH BULBS.
Hyacinths, tulips. crocus, snow
DROPS and JONQUILS.
Also PANSY und VIOLET SEED.
STRONGS DRUG STORK
AMUSEMENTS.
! SAVANNAH THEATRE.
TWO NIGHTS ONLY!
Monday & Tuesday, Nov. 21 & 22
The Beautiful, Young and Phenomenal Artis's
HELEN BLYTHE,
“THE AMERICAN ACTRESS,"
Will appear in the Greatest of Emotional
Dramas of the present day,
ONLY A
WOMAN’S HEART.
Supported by a strong and carefully selected
company. Elegant wardrobe and cos umes
Beautiful stage settings. New and original
music. Mr. B echer remarked that every man.
woman and child would be benefited by seeing
this exquisite production, depicting as it docl
the greatest of all human emotions, a mother s
love. There will tie no advance in prices to see
this great artiste and play. Prices as usual.
Reserved seats to be had at Davis Bros ’ booli
store.
Next Att action—Devil’s Auction, Nov. 23 & 21
SAVANNAH THEATRE.
TWO NIGHTS AND THANKSGIVING MATT
NEE, NOV. 23 AND 21.
Majestic Production and Brilliant Advent
—OF—
WM. .1. GILMORE’S
GREAT NEW YORK PRODUCTION,
Devil’s Auction
OR ,THE GOLDEN BRANCH.
Charles IT. Yale, Sole Manager,
I NTERPRETED by an immense company of
People—6(4—People, introducing the Grand
English Ballet Troupe! Famous Foreign Pre
miers, Startling und Wonderful Specialties, Cos.
turaes. Properties and Calcium Effects, together
with two sixtv-foot. Railroad Cars of Huge Re
volving and Trick Scenery! And in addition Its
Marvelous European Sensation! The l argest
and Yost Complete Organization in America.
Seats on sale at Davis Bros.' Nov. 22.
Next attraction. JOHN TEMPLETON’S OPERA
COMPANY, Nov. 25 and 26.
HOYS’ CLOTHING*, CARPETS, ETC
Daniel Hogan.
boys’ mm.
TlfE will place on sale on MONDAY MORN
” ING 500 as handsome Bovs' Suits as can
be found south of New York. Prices of tailor
made and perfeet-filting suits are for better
grades $6 50, $7 50. 88 50, $9 and $9 50.
Aiso a large variety, fully 500, just as durable,
but nor as flue, at the following prices: $1 75
$2 25, $2 50, $3, S3 50, $4, S4 50 and $5.
SPECIAL SALE
OF
Tapestry aoil Ingrain
Carpets
DURING THE ENSUING WEEK.
One lot Tapestry Carpets at 55c. per yard.
One lot Al iy All Wool Carpets at ivc. per
yard.
One lot All Wool Extra Supers at 60c. per
yard.
One lot Ingrain ('arpets at 55c. per yard.
One lot Ingrain Carpets at 50c. per yard.
One lot ingrain Carpets at hie. per yard.
One lot Ingrain Carpets at 22(ye. per yard,
500 Smyrna Rugs
RANGING PRICE FROM
85c. Hitch to $lO.
Canton Matting,
100 rolls fresh Panton Matting, ranging m
price from l\)c. to 60c. per yard.
Special Bargains
Will also be found in the following goods during
this week: Silks. Satins, Dress Goods, Cloaks,
Shawls, I,ace Curtains and Curtain Goods,
Flannels, Blankets, Bed Comforts, Underwear,
Hosiery, Gloves, Corset*. Ladies’ and Gents’
Silk Umbrella*, etc., etc.
Daniel Hogan.
INSURANCE.
The Savannah Fire ami Marine
Insurance Company.
PAID UP CAPITmT - $200,000.
HOME OFFICE, No. 97 BAY STREET,
SAVANNAH, - GEORGIA.
WILLIAM GARRARI) President.
LEWIS KAYTON Vice President.
W. 11. DANIEL Secretary.
DIRECTORS:
Herman Myers, Georoe J. Baldwin.
John L. Hammood, Andrew Hanley.
J. B. Dcckworth, I. G. Ha as.
Samuel Meinhard, L. Kayton.
J. 11. Estill, David Wells.
C. R. Woods. W. H. Daniel.
Willliam Garrard.
MEAT AND PRODUCE EXCHANGE
Western Heat and Produce Exchange,
COR. WHITAKER AND LIBERTY STS.
'T'HE undersigned have formed a partnership
1 to keep on hand a regular and constant sup
ply of BEEF, VEAL. LAMB and MUTTON,
ulso POULTRY, GAME. VEGETABLES, EGGS,
etc. Our Mr.. A. ADAMS, formerly with Mr. I
l'utzel, has just relumed from the West, where
he made satisfactory and permanent
menis for us to receive regular supplies or m*
t ic above-named artic.es. which we will offer to
our friends and the public as low ns they can
bought anywhere. Call and see us.
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