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2 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. 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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. AT>A\rS At, VL KM IN<■ • NICHOLS —job PRINTING. NICH 0 LS—BINDING. NICHOLS—BLANK BOOKS. NICHOLS—GOOD WORK. NICHOLS—FINE PAPER. NICHOLS—LOW PRICES. NICHOLS —O.’H BAY STRER