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DAMNATION IN DISSIPATION.
TALMAGE SOI NUS A CRY OF WARN
ING TO THE TIPPLERS.
Tlic Dirge Thai Lurks In Ilie Souk
of the Drunkards ns Illustrated in
Biblical Histor? —The Drunkard’s
the Costliest Sonic on Earth—lt Is
n Multitudinous Sonic —It Is Also n
Suggestive Sonic and Easily
Lenrned— Once Began It Is Contin
uous.
Washington, Jan. 10.—This discourse of
Dr. Talmage, is from a most unusual
standpoint, an arousing call to reforma
tion from dissipated habits, and must do
wide good. The text was Psalms 89:12:
“I was the song of the drunkards.”
Who said that? Was it David or was it
Christ? It was both. These Messianic
Psalms are like a telescope. Pull the in
strument to a certain range, and it shows
you an object near by. Pull it to another
range, and it will show you objects far
away. David and Christ were both, each
in his own time, the song of the drunk
ards. Holiness of doctrine and life always
did excite wicked merriment. Although
David had fully reformed and written a
psalmody in which all subsequent ages
have sobbed out their penitence, his ene
mies preferred to fetch up his old career,
and put Into metric measures sins long
before forgiven. Christ, who committed
Ho sin, was still more the subject of un
holy song, because the better one is, the
more iniquity hates him. Of the best
being whose voice ever moved the air or
whose foot ever touched the earth it
might he said:
The byword of the passing throng.
The ruler's scoff, the drunkard's song.
The earth fitted up for the human race.
Ineongratulatlon the morning stars pang
a song. The Israelltish army safe on the
bank of the Red sea and the Egyptians
clear under the returned water. Moses
sang a song. One of the most important
parts of this great old Book is Solomon's
song. At the birth of our Lord the Virgin
Mary and old Simeon and angelic prlnia
donnas in hovering clouds sang a song.
What enrichment has been given to the
world's literature and enjoyment by the
ballads, tho canticles, the iliscants, the
ditties, the roundelays, the epics.the lyrics,
the dithyrambs. But my text calls atten
tion to a style of song that I think has
never been discoursed upon. You
sometimes hear this style of music when
passing a saloon, or a residence in which
dissipation is ascendant, or after you
have retired at night you hear it coming
out of the street from those who, having
tarried long at their cups, are on their
way home —the ballud of the Inebriate, the
serenade of the alcoholized, or what my
text calls the Song of the Drunkards.
For practical and saving and warning
and Christian purposes 1 will announce to
you the characteristics of that weilknown
cadence mentioned in my text. First, I
remark that the Song of the Drunkards is
an old song. Much of the music of the
world and of the church is old music.
First came the music of percussion, the
clapping cymbal, which was suggested by
a hammer on an anvil,and then the sighing
of the wind across the reeds suggested the
flute, and then the etrained sinews of the
tortoise across its shell suggested the
harp. But far back of that, and nearly
back as far as the moral collapse of our
first parentage is the Song of the Drunk
ards. That tune was sung at least four
thousand two hundred and forty-three
years ago, when, the deluge past. Noah
uame out of the ark, and as if disgusted
with too much prevalence of water, he
took to strong drink and staggered forth,
for all ages the first known drunkard. He
sounded the first note of the old music of
inebriacy. An Arab author of A. D. 1310,
wrote: "Noah, being come out of the ark,
ordered each of his sons to build a house.
Afterwards they were occupied in sowing
and in planting trees, the pippins and
fruits of which they had found in the ark.
The vine alone was wanting, and they
could not discover it. Gabriel then inform
ed them that the devil had desired it. and
Indeed had some right to it. Hereupon
Noah summoned him to appear in the field
and said to him: ‘O accursed! Why hast
thou carried away the vine from me?’
’Because,’ replied the devil, ‘it belonged
to me.’ ‘Shall 1 part it for you?' said Ga
briel. ‘I consent,’ said Noah, 'and will
leave him a fourth.’ ’That is not sufficient
for him.’ said Gabriel. ‘Well. 1 will take
half,’ replied Noah, 'and he shall take the
other.’ 'That is not sufficient yet,’ re
sponded Gabriel. 'He must have two-thirds
and thou one, and when thy wine shall
have boiled on the fire until two-thirds are
gone, the remainder shall bo assigned for
thy use.’ ’’ A fable that illustrates how tho
vine has been misappropriated.
Benhadad and thirty-two allied kings,
rioting in a pavilion, took up the same
bacchanal. Nabal was rendering that
drunkards' song when his wife, beautiful
Abigail, came back from her expedition
to save her husband. Herod was sing
ing that song when the daughter of
Herodias wheeled in the dance before
him. Belshazzar and a thousand lords
renewed that song the night the hand
writing came out on the plastering of the
wall and the tramp of the besieging host
was heard on the palace stairs. Ahasuerus
sang that song when, after seven days of
carousal, he ordered Vashti to come into
the presence of the roaring guests with
out her veil on—a January storm trying to
command a June morning. Oh, yes! Tile
song of the drunkards is an old song.
King Cyrus boasted that he could drink
more wine than his brother. Drunken
ness was so rife among the Lacedaemoni
ans that Lycurgus had all the vines of tho
vineyards destroyed. Paul excoriates the.
Corinthians for turning the communion of
the Lord's Supper at church into a carou
sal. Isaiah mentions the drunkards of
Ephraim. So much were the Athenians
given to wassail that a law was passed
giv.ng a man double punishment for crime
while intoxicated, the first punishment
for the crime, and the other for the In
toxication. It was a staccato passage in
that song when Alexander the Great arose
from a banquet end struck a spear
through the. heart of Clitus while putting
up the eurtaitis. and horrified at w hat was
done, withdrew the sword from the dead
body and attempted to take his own life.
In the time of Oliver Cromwell the evil
was so great that offenders were com
pelled to wear what was called "the
drunkard’s cloak," namely a barrel with
one end of it knocked out and a hole in
the opposite end, the arms thrust through
holes at the sides of the barrel. Samuel
Johnson made merry of his own inebriacy.
Oh, this old song! All the centuries have
joined in. Among the first sungs
sung was the Song of the Drunkards.
Again, this Song of the Drunkards is an
expensive song. The Sonntags and the IJa
repa Rosas and Nilssons and the other
Tenderers of elevated and divine solos re
ceived their thousands of dollars per night
in coUsettaa and academies of music.
Home of the people of small means almost
pauperized themselves that they might sit
a few evenings under the enchantment of
those angels of sweet sounds. I paid
J 7 to hear Jenny Lind sing when it was
not very easy to afford the $7. Very ex
pensive is such music, but the costliest
song on earth is the drunkard’s song.
It costs ruin of body. It costs ruin of
mind. It costs ruin of soul. Go right
down among the residential streets of any
city and you can find once beautiful and
luxurious homesteads that were expended
in this desiructive music. The lights have
gone out in the drawing-room, the pianos
have ceased the pulsation of their keys,
the wardrobe has lost Its last article of ap
propriate attire. The Belshazzarean feast
has left nothing but the broken pieces of
the crushed chalices. There it stands,
the .ghastliest thing on earth, the rem
nant of a drunkard's home. The j
costliest thing on earth is sin. The !
most expensive of all music is the Hong of
the Drunkards. It is the highest tariff of
nations—not a protective tariff, but a tariff
of doom, a tariff of woe, a tariff of death.
This evil whets the knives of the assas
sins, cuts the most of the wounds of the
hospital, makes necessary most of the
almshouses, causes the most of the rav
ings of the insane asylum, and puts up
most of the iron bars of the penitentiaries.
It has Us hand to-day on the throat of the
American republic. It is the taskmaster
of nations, and the human race crouches
under Us anathema. The Song
of the Drunkard has tor Us
accompaniment the clank of chains,
the chattering teeth of poverty,
the rattle of executioner’s scaffold, the
creaking door of the deserted home, the
crash of shipwrecks, and the groan of
empires. The two billion twenty million
dollars which rum costs this country in a
year, in the destruction of grain and su
gar, and the supporting of the paupers
anil the Invalids and the criminals which
strong drink causes. Is onfly a small part
of what is paid for this expensive Song
of (he Drunkards.
Again, this Song of tho Drunkards is a
multitudinous song—not a solo, not a due.t,
not a quartette, not a sextette; but mil
lions on millions are this hour singing it.
Do not think that alcoholism has this
field all to Itself. It has powerful rivals
in the intoxicants of other nations; has
heesh, and arrack, and pulque, and opium,
and quavo, and mastic, and wedro. Every
nation, barbaric as well as civilized, has
Its pet intoxicant. This Song of the
Drunkards' is rendered in Chinese, Hin
doo, Arabian, Assyrian, Persian, Mexican
—yea. all the languages. All zones join it.
No continent would be large enough for
the choir gallery if all those who have
(his libretto in their hands should stand
side by side to chant the international
chorus. Oiher throngs are just learning
the eight notes of this deathful music
which is already mastered by the orches
tras in full voice under the batons in full
swing. Alt, the musicians assembled at
Dusseldorf, or Berlin, or Boston Peace
Jubilee, rendering symphonies, requiems,
or grand marches of Mendelssohn or
Wagner or Chopin or Handel, were insig
nificant ih numbers as compared with the
innumerable throngs, host besides host,
gallery above gallery, who are now pour
ing fourth the Song of the Drunkards.
Years ago. standing before a bulletin
board in New York on the night of a
presidential election day, as the news
came in and the choice of the American
people was finally announced, there were
people in the streets who sang roystering
and frivilous songs; but in the street one
man, in deep, strong, resonant voice,
started, to the tqne of "Old Hundred,”
“Praise God. from whom all blessings
flow,” and soon ail up and down the street
the voices joined in the Doxology. May
God speed the day when the song of res
cue and salvation shall drown with an
overwhelmging surge this mighty Song of
the Drunkards!
Again the Song of the Drunkards is a
suggestive song. You hear a nursery re
frain. and right away you think of your
childhood home, and brothers and sisters
with whom you played, and mother, long
since gone to rest. You hear a national
air, and you think of the encampment of
1883, and the still night on the river bank,
and the camp-flres that shook their re
flections up and down the faces of the
regiment. You hear an old church tune,
and you are reminded of the revival
scenes amid which you were brought to
God. Nothing so brings up associations
as a song sung or played upon instrument
and the Drunkards' Song is full of sug
gestion. As you hear it on the street quite
late some night, you begin to say to your
self, "I wonder if he has a mother? Is
his wife waiting for him? Will his chil
dren be frightened when he enters the
front door and staggers, whooping, up the
stairs? What chance is there for that
young man, started so early on the down
grade? In what business w ill he succeed?
How long before that man will run
through Ids property? 1 wonder how he
got so far astray? Can any influence be
wielded to fetch him back'.' He must have
got into bad company, who led him off."
So you soliloquize and guess about this
man whose voice you hear on the street
under the starlight.
Notice that the second noun of my text
is in the plural. Not "Drunkard." but
“Drunkards." It would be dull work to
sing that song solitary and alone. It is
generally a chorus. They are in groups.
On that downward way there must be
companionship. Here and there is a man
so mean as always to drink alone, but
generous men, big-hearted men. drinking
at liar or in restaurant or in club house,
feel mortified to take the bever
age unaccompanied. There must
be someone with whom to click
the rim of the glasses, some
one's health to propose, some sentiment
to toast. There must be two, and still
better if four, and still better If six, to
give zest to the Song of the Drunkards.
Those who have gone down could mention
the name of at least one who helped them
down. Generally it is someone who was
a little higher up in social life or in finan
cial resources. Our friend felt flattered
to have an invitation from one of superior
name. Each one drank not only when he
felt like it, but when the other felt like it.
Neither wanted to seem lacking in social
ity when he was invited. So a hundred
thousand men every year are treated into
hell. Together are they manacled of evil
habit, together they travel toward their
doom, together they make merry over the
cowardice of puritanical sentiment of
those who never indulge, together they
join their voices in the Song of the Drunk
ards. If tho one proposes to stop, the
other will not let him stop. When men
are getting down themse.vcs they do not
want their associates to turn back. Those
who turn hack will be tne scotf and cari
cature of those who keep on, and there
will be conspiracy to bring them back
to their old places and their old environ
ment, and so have them renew the
Hong of the Drunkards. There was a
tragedy in New York, September, 1815. A
man of marvellous natural gilts had, af
ter arriving from his home in Eng
lang, fallen into dissipated habits,
and being a fine singer as well as im
personator, entertained many a bar
room group at Newburyport, Boston, and
New York; but by the grace of God and
tho kindness of one Joel Stratton, had
been rescued and took the platform for
temperance, and moved vast audiences to
ward a better life. "Destroy him!" said
some of his old associates, and they set a
trap for his feet. “How do you do, Mr.
Gotlgh?” said someone on the street in
New Y'ork. Hi 1 pretended to bo an old
acquaintance, and said, "I suppose you
are so pious now unit have got io lie so
proud that you will not drink a glass of
soda water with an old shipmate." “Oh,
yes,” said Mr. Gough, "I will drink a glass
of soda water with anybody. I will drink
a glass with you.” They went down
Chambers street to Chatham street, and
Into a place where "Best Soda" was an
nounced at the door. After some delay
there was handed to him a gluss of soda
water said to hi flavored with raspberry,
but alas! it was rum, that flew to his brain
and sent him through the street an insane
man, and weeks passed before he came
to himself and implored the pardon of the
Christian church that he had Joined, and
resumed his wondrous career of God and
righteousness. But all the grogshops and
places of dissipation rang with merriment
at the temporary downfall. All the grog
shops and wine-cellars of America took
up with new voice and new gusto and new
enthusiasm and new diabolism the Song
of the Drunkards.
There looms up in my memory one of
MORNING NEWS: MONDAY, JANUARY 11, 1S!17.
the best and noblest friends I ever had.
He had been for thirty years a consistent
member of the church. I knew not that at
about twenty-one years of age he had fol
lowed the sea and habits of inebriacy had
been fixed upon him. But converted to
God he began anew life. Y’et it was a
thirty years' war against the old appetite;
but about this struggle I knew nothing
until ho was dead. While absent during
my summer vacation I received a telegram
announcing his 'death and asking me to
come and officiate at his obsequies. I ar
rived at the moment the service was to be
gin, and had not much time to make in
quiries about his last hours. In my re
marks, without any limitations, I extolled
his virtues while living and spoke of the
heavenly raptures into which he had en
tered. Afterward I found that he had died
of delirium tremens in the hospital, be
cause he was so violent he could not be
sufficiently restrained In his beautiful
home. He had been seized in the street
with violent pains of body, and went into
an apothecary store to get medical relief.
Something there given him set on fire his
old appetite for strong drink, and utterly
irresponsible, he went from liquor store to
liquor store, until, a raving maniac, the
officers of the law bound him and took
him to the hospital, where he died. Some
time, after I said to the doptor in the hos
pital, “Of what did he die?” and the an
swer was, "Congestion of the brairft” I
said, "Doctor, I want to know the bottom
facts, for I was his pastor and he was one
of the best friends 1 ever had. Was it
delirium tremens?" and the doctor re
sponded, "Yes." Did I regret that at his
obsequies 1 had extolled his virtues and
spoken of the heavenly joys upon which
he had entered? No. I do not think that
my friend was any more responsible for
the mode, of his taking off than a typhoid
fever patient in delirium is responsible
for leaping out of the fourth story win
dow. But while we were heart-broken
about itis going away, I think that in the
saloons, to those who heard of his mem
bership of the church and the tragedy of
his departure, he became, as did the
David and the Christ of my text, the Hong
of the Drunkards.
Again, the Song of the Drunkards is
easily learned. Through what long ind
difficult drill one must go to succeed as an
elevated and inspiring singer. Emmi
Abbott, among the most eminent ranta
trices that ever enchanted academies of
music, told me on ocean ship's deck, in
answer to my question, “Whither are you
bound?" “I am going to Berlin and Paris
to study music.” “What!” I said, ‘‘alter
all yoUr world-renowned successes in mu
sic, going to study?” Then she told me
through what hardships, through what
self-denials, through what almost killing
fatigues she had gone in order to be a
singer, and that when, In hpr earlier days,
a great teacher of music ha*d told her there
were certain notes she could never reach,
she said, ”1 will reach them,” and through
doing nothing else but practice for five
years she did reach them. Oh, how many
heroes and heroines of musical achieve
ment! There are songs which are easy to
hear but most difficult to render. When
Handel, with anew oratorio, entered a
room where a group of musicians had as
sembled, and said; “Gentlemen, you all
read music?” They said, “Yes, we play in
church.” "Very well," said the great com
poser, “play this.” But the performance
was so pborly done Handel stopped his
ears and said, “You play in church!" Very
well; for we read the Lord is long-suffer
ing, of great kindness, and forgiving of
iniquity, transgression and sin. But you
shall not play for me." Pure music,
whether fingered on Instrument or trilled
from human lips, is most difficult. But
one of the easiest songs to learn is the
Song of the Drunkards. Anybody can
learn it. In a little while you can touch
the highest note of conviviality or the
lowest note of besottedness. Begin mod
erately, a sip here and a sip there. Begin
with claret, go on with ale, and wind up
with cognac. First take the stimulant at
a wedding, then take it at meals, then
tak® it between meals, then all the timd
keep your pulse under its stealthy toucl),;
In six months the dullest scholar in thit
apollyonic music may become an expert.
First It will be sounded in a hiccough.
After awhile it will be heard in a silly
ha! ha! Further on it will become a wild
whoop. Then it will enable you to run
up ami down the live lines of thg musical
scale infernal. Then you will have mas
tered it—the Song of the Drunkards.
The most skillful way is to adopt the
modern theory and give the intoxicant to
your children, saying to yourself, "They
will in after life make the intoxicants
everywhere, and they must get used lo
seeing them and tasting them and con
trolling their appetites.” That is the best
way of teaching them the Hong of the
Drunkards. Keep up that mode of edu
cation, and if you have four boys at least
three of them will learn the Drunkards'
Song and lie down in a drunkard's grave,
and if I ever laid a wager, I would lay a
wager that the fourth will lie down with
the other three. Or if the education of
the children in this music should be neg
lected. it is not too late to begin at twenty
one years of age. The young man will
find plenty of young men who drink. They
are in every circle to be found. Surely,
my boy, you are not a coward, and afraid
of it? Surely you are not going to be hin
dered by sumptuary laws or the prejudices
of your old father and mother? They are
behind the times. Take something. Take
it often. Some of the greatest poets and
orators have been notorious imbibers. If
you are to enter a parlor, it make you
more vivacious and Chesterfieldian. If
you are to transact business, your cus
tomer is apt to buy more if you have taken
with him a sherry cobbler. If you are to
make a speech it will give you a glibber
tongue. Gluck could compose his best
music by having his piano taken into the
midst of a meadow, and a bottle of cham
pagne placed on each side of him. The
earlier you begin to learn the Song of the
Drunkards the easier it is; but none of
you are too old to learn. Y'ou can begin
at fifty or sixty, under prescription of a
doctor for aids to digestion or breaking up
of infirmities, and close life by rendering
the Song of the Drunkards so well that
all pandemonium will encore the perform
ance and want it again and again.
Furthermore, the last characteristic of
the Drunkard's Song is so tremendous
that l can hardly bring myself to mention
It. The Drunkards’ Song is a continuous
song. Once start that tune, and you keep
It up. You have known a hundred men
destroyed of strong drink. Y’ou cannot
mention live who got fully started on that
road and stopped. The grace of God can
do anything, but it does not do every
thing. Religion saves some. Temperance
societies save some. The Bowery Mission
saves some. The Central Mission saves
some. But one hundred thousand who are
annually slain by strong drink are not
saved at ail. I have been at a concert
which went on for two hours and a half,
and many people got up and left because
it was too long; but '94 per cent, of those
who are singing the Drunkards' Song will
to the last breath of their lungs ami the
last beat of their hearts keep on rendering
it, and the galleries of earth and heaven
and hell will stay tilled with the astound
ed spectators. It is such a continuous
and prolonged song that one feels like
making the prayer which a reformed ine
briate once made: "Almighty God! If it
l>e thy will that man should suffer, what
ever someth good in thy sight impose
upon me. Let the bread of affliction be
given me to eat. Take from me the friends
of iny confidence, the eo!d hut of pov
erty be my dwelling-place and the wast
ing hand of disease inflict its painful tor
ments. Let me sow in the whirl-wind and
reap in the storm. Let those have me in
derision who are younger than I. Let the
passing away of my welfare be like the
fleeting of a cloud and the shouts of my
enemies like the rushing of waters. When
1 anticipate good, let evil annoy me. When
I look for light, let darkness come upon
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ciful God! Save me. from the fate of a
drunkard. Amen.”
You see-this sermon is not so much for
cure as far prevention. Stop ’ before you
start, if you will forgive the solecism. The
clock of St. Paul's iwthedral struck thir
teen one midnight, and so saved the life of
a sentinel. The soldier was arrested and
tried for falling asleep at his post one mid
night; but he declared that he was awake
at midnight, and in proof that he was
awake he said that he had heard the un
usual occurrence of the clock striking thir
teen instead of twelve. He was laughed
lo scorn and sentenced to death; but three
or four persons, hearing of the case, came
up in time to swear that they, too. heard
the clock strike thirteen that same mid
night. and sp the man’s life was spared.
My hearer, if you go on and thoroughly
learn the Drunkard's Song, perhaps in the
deep midnight of your soul there may
sound something that will yet effect your,
moral and eternal rescue: But it is a
risky "perhaps.” It is exceptional. Go
ahead on that wrong road and the clock
will more tirobably strike the twelve that
closes your day of opportunity, than that
it will strike thirteen, the sound of your
deliverance.
A few Sabbaths ago, on the steps of this
church, a man whom I had known in oth
er years confronted me. At the first glance
I saw that he was in the fifth and last act
of the tragedy of intemperance. Splendid
even in his ruin. The same brilliant eye,
and the same courtly manners, and the
remains of the same Intellectual endow
ments: but a wreck. I had seen that craft
when it ploughed the waters, all sails set
and running by true compass; wife, and
children, and friends on board, himself
commanding in a voyage that he expected
would be glorious, putting into prosperous
harbors of earth and at last putting into
the harbor of heaven. But now a wreck,
towed along by low appetites, that ever
and anon run him into the breakers—a
wreck of body, a wreck of mind, a wreck
of sou!. "Where is your wife?” "I do not
know.” "Where are your children?” I do
not know.” "Where is your God?" "I do
not know.” That man is coming to the
last verse of that long cantata, that pro
tracted threnody, that terrific Song of the
Drunkards.
But if these words should come--for
you know the largest audience I reach 1
never see ft all—l say if these words
should come, though at the ends of the
earth, to any fallen man, let me say to
him: (Be the exception to the general rule,
and turn and live, while I recall to you a
scene in England, where someone said to
an inebriate, as lie was going out of
church where there was a great awaken
ing, “Why don't you sign the pledge?” He
answered, "I have signed it twenty times,
and will never sign It again.” "Why then.”
said the gentleman talking to him, “don't
you go up and kneel at that altar, amid
those other penitents?” He took the ad
vice and went and knelt. After awhile a
little girl, in rags and soaked with the
rain, looked in the church door, and some
one said, “What are you doing here, little
girl?” She said, “Please, sir, I heard as my
father is here. Why, that is my father up
there, kneeling now.” She went up and
put her arms around her father's neck,
and said, “Filther, what are you doing
here?” and he said, "1 am asking God to
forgive me.” Said she, “If He forgives
you will we be happy again?” "Yes, my
dear.” "Will we have enough to eat
again?" "Yes, my dear.” "And will you
never strike us again?" "No. my child. '
"Wait here," said she, "till I go and call
mother.” And soon the child came with
the mother, and the mother, kneeling be
side hi r husband, said: "Save me, too!
Save me, too!" And the Lord heard the
prayers at that altar, and one of the hap
piest homes in England is the home over
which that father and mother now loving
ly preside. So, if in this sermon, I have
warned others against a dissipated life,
with tlie fact that so few return after they
have once gone astray, for the encourage
ment ol’ those who Would like to return, I
tell you God wants you to come back,
every one of you, and to come back now,
and more tenderly and lovingly than any
mother ever lifted a sick child out of a
cradle, and folded it in her arms, and
crooned over it a lullaby, and rocked it to
and fro, the Lord will take you up and
fold you in the arms of his pardoning
love.
There’s a wideness in God's mercy.
Like the wideness of tne sea.
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.
M NJESTY OF THE LAW.
A New York Magistrate's Method ol
Impressing It I pun a Youthful
Otic n der.
From the Philadelphia Ledger.
New York. Jan. 7.—Harry Stern, 10 years
old, who lives at No. 58 Sheriff street,
when arraigned in the Essex Market
court to-day on a charge of disorderly con
duct, expressed deep penitence. Magis
trate Brann desired to ho lenient, and at
the same time wished to exercise some
old-fashiond discipline in impressing the
boy as to the majesty of the law.
"Do you see that man over there with
glasses?" asked the magistrate, pointing
to Chief Clerk Thomas.
“Yes, sir,” said the hoy.
“Well, 1 want you to stand in front of
him. and if you wink at him I will send
you away until you are 21 years old." said
the magistrate. The boy did as directed,
and the crowd In tne courtroom enjoyed
the scene.
The boy is cross-eyed, and when he
commenced to stare at the chief clerk the
latter became, nervous, and, picking up
the record book, took it around to the rear
room. The boy stood the punishment for
two hours and was then released.
SPECIAL NOTICES.
NOTICE.
Bids will be received at the office of the
undersigned for furnishing the Savannah
Fire Department with 1 new hose wagon,
and 1 city hook and ladder truck without
steering gear, same to lie first-class In
every particular, equipment, and tools
complete, built of all wood or of steel or
iron frame and body (combination chemi
cal and hose wagon preferred). Bids must
be accompanied by specifications, describ
ing accurately the apparatus and speci
fying the equipment, tools and imple
ments therewith. All bids to be sealed,
marked and delivered not later than 12
o'clock noon Tuesday, Feb. 2. 1897. The
Board of Eire Commissioners reserve the
right to reject any and al. bids.
JOHN E. MAGUIRE, Secretary.
BIDS IN TED.
City of Savannah, office of Commission
er of Public Works, Jan. 8, 1897.—H.ds will
be received at this office until Tuesday,
Jan. 12. 1897, at noon’,'city time, to fur
nish the city with one hundred tons or
screened steatn coal; also one hundred
tons of steam coal, run of the mines.
Coal is lo be delivered at the city crema
tory, ami entitled ratlroud weights uro
required. HARRY WILLINK.
, Commissioner.
• FUNERAL. INVITATIONS.
WIGoNsT-TheTelative* and friends
of Mrs. Mary C. Wilkins. Mr. and Mrs.
Gilbert A. Wilkins. Mr. Dwight L. Rob
erts and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Taylor, are
respectfully invited to attend the funeral
of the former this afternoon at 3:30 p. m.
from her late residence, No. 207 East Hun
tingdon street.
~ UKCTIIUS,
A regular communication of this A
lodge will be held at Masonic Tern
pje this (Monday) evening, Jan. 11,
at 8:15 o'clock.
The F. C. Degree will be conferred.
Members of sister lodges and visiting
brethren are cordially invited to meet
with us.
DANIEL T. ELLIOTT. W. M.
WARING RUSSELL. JR., Secretary.
DE KALB LODGE SO. 9, I. O. O. F.
A regular meeting of this lodge will be
held this evening promptly at 8 o'clock.
Initiatory Degree will be conferred and
other important business transacted.
Visiting brothers are invited to meet
with us. PERCY SUGDEN, N. G.
JNO. W. SMITH, Secretary.
GERMAN FRIENDLY SOCIETY.
The 90th anniversary meeting of this
society will be held this (Monday) even
ing in K. of P. Hall at 8 o’clock. The
Finance Committee will make their re
port, and election of officers for the ensu
ing term.
M. G. HELM KEN, President.
A. HELLER. Secretary.
MUTUAL GAS LIGHT COMPANY.
Savannah, Ga., Jan. 4, 1897.—Notice is
hereby given that the annual meeting of
the stockholders of the Mutual Gas Light
Company of Savannah, Ga., will be held
at the office of the company on Monday,
Jan. 18, 1897, at 12 o’clock noon, for the
purpose of selecting directors and officers
for the ensuing year, and the transaction
of such other business as may come be
fore the meeting.
JNO. W. GOLDEN, Secretary.
ELECTION OF DIRECTORS.
The Chatham Bank, Savannah, Ga.,
Dec. 31, 1896.—The annual meeting of the
stockholders of this bank will be held at
the banking house on Wednesday, Jan.
13, 1897. R. F. BURDELL, Cashier.
MILITARY ORDERS.
GEORGIA HUSSARS,
Troop A, Ist Regt. Cav., Ga. Vols.,
Savannah, Ga., Jan. 11, 1897.
The regular quarterly
meeting of the troop wiil - Ji
be held at the Armory
this (Monday) evening at
8:15 o’clock. Members will
come prepared to pay \ J
BEIRNE GORDON, . '
Capt. Commanding.
SPECIAL NOTit’Esi
CHEAP WARMTH.
Our Immense line of Heating Stoves
can be bought at ACTUAL MANU
FACTURERS’ COST. Y'ou can keep
warm for less money than ever in
the history of the city.
HOI SEFURNISHING GOODS.
We have everything you can call
for, and our prices are less than any
competitor. We own our building,
and the expenses are at the bottom
notch. This saves to you a b>" sum
in what the trade calls ’’expense
profits.” 1
TIN ROOFING.
This Is our baby department, but its
a lively one, and we cair repair or
make new your roof far cheaper
than any one else.
COOKING STOVES.
The foundation of good living is the
cook stove. Our Acorns, Excelsiors,
Othellos, and other high grade
stoves ilo the finest cooking. They
are guaranteed and we sell them be
low any other dealer.
WHEELS.
Two stores are necessary for our
wheel business, and .we lead the
town. Our agencies represent the
best wheels made, and as to price,
nobody can touch us. The ’97 Eagle
Lady's or Gentleman’s, SSO, can’t be
matched for 175. The Barnes at SBS
is a superb bargain. The Keating at
S6O is a seller, and there is only a
few left. Juvenile Wheels at from
$25 to $32.
R. D. & WM. LATTIMORE.
Two stores, Congress street, Bull street.
NOTICE TO TAX PAYERS.
City Treasurer’s Office, Savannah Ga
Jan. 1, 1897.—The following taxes are now
due:
REAL ESTATE, fourth quarter, 1890.
STOCK IN TRADE, fourth quarter, 1896
FURNITURE. ETC., fourth quarter;
1896. *
MONEY, NOTES, SOLVENT DEBTS
ETC., fourth quarter, 1896. *
Also, WATER RENTS for six months
In advance, from Jan. 1, 1897, to July i,
Aiso, SPECIFIC TAXES of all kinds.
BADGES for street cars, wagons, drays,
trucks, hacks, omn.ouses, etc., and LI
CENSES FOR DOGS.
A discount of 10 per cent, will be allow
ed upon REAL ESTATE. PERSONAL
PROPERTY and WATER RENT if paid
within FIFTEEN DAY'S AFTER THE
FIRST OF JANUARY, and a discount of
10 per cent, will be allowed upon SPE
CIFIC TAXES, BADGES and DOG LI
CENSES if paid any lime during the
month of January.
<7. S. HARDEE, City Treasurer.
PERSONAL PROPERTY RETURNS
FOR I SOT.
Office Board of Tax Assessors and Re
ceivers, January Ist, 1897.—Notice Is here
by given that under the tax ordinance of
the city of Savannah for the year 1897,
this board is now prepared to receive re
turns of PERSONAL PROPERTY of all
kinds.
The tax ordinance provides that If any
person, required to make any such re
turns, shall refuse or neglect to do so be
fore the llrst day of February, It shall
be tho duty of this hoard to pro cod forth
with to make the return themselves
from the best ir.iurmation they can ob
tain. and shall assess a DOUBLE TAX
against such defaulter.
J. H. H. OSBORNE, Clerk.
NOTICE.
Savannah, Ga.. Jan. 9, 1897.—Mr. Edgar
Denmark has this day been admitted as
u partner In our law firm.
DENMARK, ADAMS & FREEMAN.
CITY BOND* \ND BV\ K STOCKS.
Savannah Construction Company Stock
and other securities bought and sold.
Real estate loans negotiated.
AUSTIN R. MYREB, Broker,
' V. Bryan street cast.
BUSINESS NOTICES.
t
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp,
The boys are marching.
Our store Is the objective point Just
now. Lee's birthday will soon be here,
and the military want Uniforms, Gaunt
lets, Gloves, etc. We have them for the
boys.
Our Hat and Shirt and Neckwear De
partments are full, too, for those who
need in that line.
Don’t forget us at the old stand, 107
Bull street.
LA FAR,
Hatter and Furnisher.
NONE SO BLIND AS THOSE WHO
CANNOT SEE
The error of buying glasses which ruin
their eyes. Nature demands perfect vis
ion. We can supply that if your eyes are
deficient and need the aid of artificial
power. Thousands of people go blind from
the use of cheap glasses. Are not you tak
ing the same risk? Think it over. We ex
amine your eyes free of charge and tit
you with lenses that are perfect In every
respect, and you pay no more for them
than you would buying the same goods
with inferior lenses from any dealer.
DR. M. SCHWAB & SON.
47 Bull street.
N. B.—Oculist prescription filled same
day received. Repairing of all kinds at
short notice.
SPEC!AL NOTICES.
A STANDARD WHEEL FOR S6O.
For the next 30 days I will sell a limit
ed number of RAMBLER BICYCLES at
the greatly reduced rate of S6O. This Is
the greatest bargain of the year. Call
and Inspect them before purchasing else
where.
FRED MYERS, JR..
214 Bull street.
Guards Armory.
AN ELEGANT HOUSE FOR RENT.
The modern brick residence, with all
modern Improvements, 1,007 (new number)
Whitaker street, between Waldburg and
New Houston, facing the Park Extension.
Possession given immediately. Apply to
F. G. BELL.
Morning News office.
out GENERAL STORAGE
So Increased that we were obliged to seek
larger quarters. We now occupy the old
Forest City Mills, comer Congress and
Montgomery streets. Best and cheapest
storage in town for furniture and general
merchandise. Best facilities for moving.
Wagons, hacks, and messenger boys.
Quick dispatch.
SAVANNAH DISTRICT MESSENGER
AND DELIVERY COMPANY.
’Phone 2.
ALL NIGHT DRUG STORE.
From this date our Branch Store, corner
Bull and Charlton streets, under Guards
Arsenal, will b kept open ALL NIGHT.
A thoroughly competent prescription
clerk will always be on hand.
SOLOMONS & CO.,
Druggists.
NOTICE.
In Regard to New Improvements,
Etc., Made During the Year 1890.
Office Bard of Tax Assessors and Re
ceivers, Dec. 21st,, 1896.—The assessment
book, containing valuation of real estate
und improvements and property of every
kind not previously assessed, new build
ings erected and additions and improve
ments made since the last regular assess
ment, is now open tor Inspection in this
office, and notice Is hereby given to all
concerned to tile their objections, if any
they have, within fifteen days from this
date, otherwise the assessments therein
contained will be final and conclusive as
establishing the value by which to esti
mate the tax to be collected.
Objections, If any, must be made In
writing and filed in this office.
J. H. H. OSBORNE. Clerk.
SPECIAL NOTICE.
I beg to Inform mv friends and the public
that 1 have been appointed a-ient for the Ger
man American Fire Insuranc e Company of New
York, and respectfully solicit a share of your
patronage. Respectfully,
OTTO BKILER.
120 Bay street east.
BEFORE PURCHASING
A Typewriter see the Improved Remlng.
ton Typewriter, No. 6. It has no equal.
DE-RING & HULL.
Sole Dealers for Savannah,
6 Drayton street.
WOLF & CO.,
■Phone 0.14.
HOSES, HYACINTHS and FINE
VIOLETS.
Also Floral Design..
Up
T o Date
Retailers.
, , Y ES,
thats what we are. Our ex
perience of 12 years sellimr
the best GRADES of
FOOTWEAR is our cu s .
toraers’ best safeguards
against shoddy and inferior
qualities of leather.
THE BEST
(not necessarily the highest
priced) is none too good for
our trade.
You take no chances here.
Every shoe we sell is guar
anteed, and is made to our
order by the leading f ac .
tories of America. We per
sonally inspect the Soles,
Vamps, Tops and Linings,
with the main idea of Du
rability and Comfort.
Our styles every one knows
to be up-to-date.
Why not join the proces
sion? You will get more for
your money by going to
Cor. Whitaker.
THE CITIZENS BANK
OF -SAVANNAH.
Capital, 8500,000.
Iruu.aet. il geucrui uauklng oust.
nes. Maintain, a Saving. Depart,
inent and allotv. INTEREST AT 4
PER CENT., compounded quarterly.
The account, of individual., Arms,
bank, and corporation, arc solicit
ed.
With onr large number of corre
.pondent. In GEORGIA. ALABAMA,
FLORIDA and SOUTH CAROLINA na
are prepared to handle collection,
on the most favorable terms. Cor
respondence invited.
BRANTLEY A. DENMARK, President,
SI. B. LANE, Ytee President.
GEORGE C. FREEMAN, Cashier.
THE CHATHAM Mi,
SAVANNAH, 6A.
Transact. a general hanking
bn.lne...maintain, a liberal saving,
department.
Foreign and Dome.tie Exchange
a specialty.
Having a large number of Interior
corre.pondent., we ean handle col
lection. at very rea.unable rate*.
Corre.pondence .ollclted.
SPECIAL NOTICES.
DESIRABLE RESIDENCES FOR SALE
Those modern dwellings, 207 and 211
Gwinnett street west, between Barnard
and Jefferson.
Also a handsome residence at Isle ot
Hope, complete with all Improvements
and nice garden, etc.
Either or all of the above will be so’d
on easy terms or on the popular Install
ment plan. Apply to
CHATHAM REAL ESTATE AND IM
PROVEMENT COMPANY.
Or to C. H. DORSETT.
BANNER OIL STOVES
#4.73 CASH.
Lamp Chimneys 58
Imitation Cut Glass Nappies 50
Japanese Napkins 35c 10#
Japanese Toothpicks box 18
1 Orange Toothpicks bundle U#
Emory Knife Sharpeners M
—at—
GARDNERS,
12 E. Broughton sire t.
i CITY OF SAVANNAH POCKET MAP*
SO CENTS EACH.
PRINTED IN TWO COLORS.
NICELY BOUND IN CLOTH
STAMPED IN GOLD ON SIDE.
, For sale by
MORNING NEWS.
BECKMANN’S CAFE
AND KKVrAURA* T -
The finest deep water Oysters are
used for steaming, stewing, frying,
roasting, or :n any style., at inort
notice. Imported Coburg-Thur
inger Beer on draught.
* 30 Whitaker street.