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A Fimld« Fhtlogrnph.
Drearily pours the rain without
But the soft uncertain light
From the gleaming grate, strange shadows throw,
And over the grouo a crimson glow
That softens the gloom of night.
The heavy curtains are fallen
And shut out the leaden sky
The roofs and spires through twilight grey
The withered leaves, the sleet and spray
The hurrying passers-by.
In the soft., dim firelight Bailie’s face
Looks passingly sweet and fair.
A happy smilEits story told
Of memories sweet, (were they new or old)?
While each stray gleam lights np with gold
Our “Sunbeams” waving hair.
But still and sad, and mournfully
I see May’s desp, dark eyes
Gaze into the glowing embers bright
ati gloomily dark as the stormy night.
What pictsres there arise.
Of the dear dead past we’ve buried
None of us know or say
As we silently dream in the flrelight low
Of the years we must meet, the years we know
At the close of this dreary day.
Shirley.
TEMPTATIONS OF LIFE.
By Rev, T. DeWitt Talmage.
A SPECIAL SERMON TO YOUNG MEN.
Preached in the Oireus at Leeds, England, July
20, 1879.
j;ct, first of all, is that which comes from skep- an( j uprightness may not >• appreciated in this
tl0lsni - i world, vet, in the presenoi of an assembled uni-
Who is the skeptic in England and in Ameri
ca tc-dsy ? It is the man who prides himself en
being liberal. He is so liberal that he would
give away his own sou), and the souls of all his
friends. That is a dangerous man when he
comes in contact with you, ch, my young
friends !
I suppose a young man has jnst arrived from
his country boms. He is in tbe sbop. or in
the stor<\ as we call it in America. H* has tak
en his position in the shop. Sa’urJay morn
ing oome?, and the skeptic in the$stor» says to
this young man, ‘Where are going te spend
Sunday?' ‘Ob,’he says, ‘I ant going to church.’
‘Oh, indeed, you're going to cburcb are you?
Well, I’m not surprised, I used to be of that
way of thinking myself, but I’ve got over it.
I’ve not been to church in a great while. I
don't believe in those things. Now it can’t be
that you really believe the Bible is true !
•It can't be, surely, that you believe in that
story of tha Garden of Eden, and how that the
verse, Ged will demonstrate whether or not they
were Middlesex cloths.
III. Another weighty temptation to young
man is that of strong drink
Well, there will be a great many of those men
ceme into heaven whe never had any very great
trial. They have had a smooth passage all the
way—they have had no passions to resist, no
great struggle to fight Tney will low on quite
easily and come into heaveD—thousands of them,
Oh, how hard it is for tbs young man to resist ; aDd I don't suppose there will be any very great
— there are so many alhrements all around!
The young man starta off Irom home. Oh, what
a morning it is around th* tarm-house hearth !
The Bible is put into th* trunk. The mother
stands at the door to see the bon go away. The
father is in the wagon, »nd they roll over the
hills. They soon come to the last turning in
the road. Th9 son waves his hand back, and
those in the household recognize it. The father
leaves him, and the son h*« gone away far from
excitement in heaven, because all there expect
ed they would come. They had a pions ances
try, a happy temperament that was easily mau-
aged, and they were expected to come.
Bat here is a man who starts this afternoon
for the Kingdom of Heaven who has borne the
teat of fifty hurrioanes. Oh. how he hag had to
contend with tbe world, the flesh, sn i the devil !
yet on, od he will push his way, until after a
time he will come up into the harbor of heaven.
home. He has gone into the best business eir- | All the redeemed will come out to greet him,
oles. He has gone to have every possible ad- and all the nations of the saved will know the
vantage.
Five years pass aloDg. There is a hearse com
ing up the lane. That young man went down
in dissipated habits—killtd in a grog-shep fight
coming home. After they have put him down
serpent was oursed to orawl because of the sin ia ths ear th. when that father and mother kneel
he caused our first parents to commit, for you j cver p ro digal sod, wlat do you think they
know a serpent must crawl by the very nature of > w ju ? j knew what they will say : ‘Aoours-
its organization. It crawled before as well as I et j ruta ]
■Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of
any bird.’—Pkov., 1. 17.
Early in the morning I went out with a fowler
to oatoh wild pigeene. We hastened through
the gorge of the mountain. We spread out our
net, oevering up the edges of the net as well as
we might with branohes of trees, so that the
fowle of the air might not discover it. We ar
ranged the call-bird, its feet fast, its wings flap
ping, so as to invits all the fowls of the air to
come and lie there.
Then we retired into a booth of branches, and
waited fer the bird* to come. In the far height
we saw a flook of birds approach. They swung
nearer and lower and lower until they were just
about to drop into the net, wh«R suddenly they
darted away. We were disappointed. We wait
ed, and we after a while eaw another flock of
birds come swinging nearer and nearer, and
lower and lower, until just the moment they
were about to drop into the net when suddenly
they darted away.
I said to the old fowler, ‘What is the reason
of this ? Let ns examine the thiDg.’ So we went
out, and we foand that by the flutter of a tree-
branch part of the net had been exposed, so that
the birds of the air coming near had seen their
dsnger and had tseaped; and when I saw that
I said to the old fowler, ‘That reminds me of a
a passage of Scripture, ’Surely in vain is the
net spread in the sight of any bird.’
Now, the net in my text is the temptation.
The call-bird of sin lures men from point to
point until they are about to drop into the net,
but sometimes a man will wake up in time, will
see his peril, will discover that there is a trap
set for his feet, and just before he drops into the
net he cries out, ‘I Bee the plan laid out for my
destruction ! I see the danger of my soul! I
will not be caught in that way. ‘Surely in vain
is the net spread in the sight of any bird.’
t If men oonld see sin as it really is, they would
no more embrace it than they would embrace a
leper. Though sin is a daughter of hell it is
robed and trinketed. Yea, its voice is warblings
its chaek is a setting sun; its forehead is an
Aurora, and it says to men, 'Come, walk down
through these valleys of temptation. There are
rivers of flowing wine, and all you will have to
do will be to dip it up in chalices that flash
with amethyst, and diamond, and chrysopra-
sns.’
But if God once blows away the delusion,
then yon see the skeleton arms of sin, with
streams of thunder and darkness beating the
awful chorus, ‘The end thereof is death !‘ There
are temptations subterraneous. If men could
really understand the temptation they would
fly away from it; but, alas! how many are
caught!
There is only one class of young man, it
seems to me, entirely free from temptation to
dissipation : the oruel young man, the mean
young man, the oold-tempered young man—he
is comparatively safe. Yon don’t want any
Young Men’s Christian Association to save him.
He is safe against certain forms of dissipation.
He is too mean even to go to perdition unless
somebody pays his horse hire. There is no
danger of his breaking the Sabbath unless some
one provides the stakes. There is no danger of
his drinking, unless some one treats him.
Oh, my friends, it is the genial young man,
the large-hearted young man, the social young
man, the splendid young man, that is in special
peril. . ,, . „
The pirate of olden time would in the morn
ing go out on the deck of his ship. He would
put the glass to his vision, he would look off
upon the deep, he would see a vessel floating
by empty of all cargo, and he would say, ‘There’s
no use bearing down on hor, that’s an empty
ship.’ But some morning hs would put a glass
to his eye and lock off upon the deep, and he
would say to his men, ‘Let us bear down on
that ship. It is of great value. We’ll make the
crew walk the plank, and we’ll capture all that’s
in the ship.
My friends, those young men who are empty
of head, and empty of heart, and empty of life,
are no prize—no temptation. Satan wouldn’t
want to capture them, for they would after a
while dispute with him the realm of everlasting
meanness. But it is the large-hearted young
man, the man carrying a great cargo from eter
nitv to eternitv—he is a vast prize; and oh, how
many influences there are brought to destroy
him!
While we will not contend for tLe possession
of a young man who has a mean soul, for those
young men who have high expectations in life,
and who want to do something for time and for
eternity worthy of the r nature, for them we will
contend, and we will ask all good influences to
fall into line, and we will beg the Lord God
Almighty with the thunderbolts of His wrath to
strike down and consume all those influences
which wouid destroy those young men for whom
Christ died. , _ - ...
•Oh that the spirit of God might come upoD
onr soul this afternoon !-for I shall not be sat
isfied unless this whole audience is saved for
ever Not the salvation of a hundred souls,
wouid satisfy me, or a thousand souls. God can
redeem this great multitude; and as this is the
only time I shall ever, probably, preach to you,
God grant that speaker and hearer may have the
blessiDs
I have heard that while a ship was riding on
the ocean a man dropped from the mast into
the wave, and an albatross flying through the
heavens swooped down upon him, and the talons
were caught in the man's garments, and he was
held above the waves until rescued by tbe life
boat. Oh, that this afternoon the heavenly dove,
the Omnipotent Spirit, might swoop upon every
soul and that this might be the moment of im
mortal rescue. . ....
I. Among the temptations, the insidious
temptations, to which our young men are sub-
r r l
after the curse, and it couldn’t do anything
else. Now, yon don’t think, my young friend,
that that story is true, or that other one about
the whale swallowing Jonah, or Jonah swallow
ing the whale—which was it ? It can't be that
you believe that! The one story would be just
as absurd as ths other.
‘You know very well a man could not have
lived after he had gone down through the jaws
of a whale. He would have been digested. He
would have become a changed property. He
would have been turned into chyle, and he
would have been destroyed by the gastric juice.
It cannot be that yen believe it? So tbe skep
tic goes at him, and tries to laugh him out
of heaven, and to langh him into hell.
Oh, young man, look ont for the skeptic ! Yon
can’t assoeiate witn him without having year
simple faith in the Word of God destroyed. Just
tell him you are not ashamed to be found in the
oompany of a great many men who did believe
in the Bible, and who knew just as much as he
does—Bnrke tbe statesman, Blackstone the
lawyer, Mozart tbe musician, Thorwaldson the
soulptor, Grotius the historian, John Milton the
poet. Jnst ask him, before yon leave him, what
infidelity has ever done for the elevation of the
fourteen hundred-millions of the human race.
Ask him how many hospitals, asylums, and in
stitutions of meroy it has estab ished. Before
you leave him tell him that he has insulted the
memory of your father, and spat on the death
bed of your mother, and with swine's snout up
rooted the grave of your sister, whs di6d believ
ing in the Lord Jesus Christ.
When he talks about the light of nature being
sufficient for him, just ask bias if they hadn't
the light of nature in Ceylon, in Hindoostan,
Siberia in China, and all the dark places of the
earth; plenty of flowers and fountains, plenty
of the light of nature, but b« home, no civiiizt-
tion. Juggernauts to crush, lancets to cut, but
no God, no peace.
Do yon snow that infidelity is a dark land?
Two congressmen at Washington used to meet
every Friday night to talk over the immortality
of the soul. They were boih infidels, and react
ed the Bible, bat they were discussing the im
mortality of the soul by the light of nature; and
so th»y met, every Friday night for two or three
winters. Tnon they parted, their terms oi office
having expired. They were to meet again only
after the lapse of twenty years. The,) had be
come aged men.
They both happened to meet at a grand levee
at the President’s house at Washington. There
was a great throng, and these men were at. op
posite sides of the room. They immediately
recognizsd each other. They made their way
through the crowd until they met. Ail the
greeting and all that was said that evening was
just this. One said to the other, 'John, any
light?' ‘No, no light.’ Then the ether asked
the one who put the ausstion, George any
light?’ ‘No light.’ Th-^blaokness ot darknesa
foreTer without God's Word.
II. The seoond formol temp ation that comes
to many of our young men —and L suppose that
young men in this country and in America are
very much alike -arises through dishonest em- | man to get back when he has done wrong
ployers. * is almost impossible to break an evil habit.
It is the brighest marriage day. One has
pledged to care and protect till death does them
part. All bright hands beckon them forward.
He breaks his vow. He goes down in habits of
dissipation. The home is destroyed. All that
bright Boene is blotted out forever. It is night,
and moonlight, and by tbctmoonliaht I see her
on her way to the bridge. She comes out on
the abutment of the bridge and looks off, and
wonders if, under that glassy surface caused by
tbe moonlight, there is any psace for a broken
heart. Will she jump?
Oh, what work strong drink is doing for thou
sands and tens of thousands of onr young men !
I shall never forget a soene whan one morning
I went into a physician’s office in America. I
heard he was very sick. He had just oeme oat
of a scene of debauchery and drunkenness, and
I said, ‘Deotor, how is it that yon oan thus trifle
with everything—ruin your soni, ruin your
prospects for this life and for the life to come,
when yon have so much talent and se mnoh op
portunity?'
And ht got up on the oonoh, and be put one
hand against his forehead and ibe other against
the back of his head, and he pressed his head
until he seemed as if he would break it in, as he
oried out, ’Oh, my God! what would mother
say if she knew this?’ Oh ! are there any men
in this house this evening who ara stooped down
in evil habits?—and perhaps this will be the
ast opportunity they will have to recover them
selves, perhaps the last warning.
I have heard that in 1812 there was a ship set
on fire just above Niagara Falls. It was set on
fire and then out loose from its moorings, and
it came through the rapids to the awful plunge
of Niagara, and then went over. I have been
told it was a seene indescribably terrific and
sublime.
Well, my friends, there are thousands of men
all on fire with evil habits—body, mind, and
soul aflame, going on down through the rapids
of temptation toward the awful and eternal
plunge. God help them !
But yon say, ‘We are persuaded of all this.
I hear a hundred men in this house this after
noon saying, Tnat is all true ; but suppose a
man has got off the track, how is he to get baok
again ? It's all very well of you ministers to
stand np and tell people, what dangers there are
in the world ; but suppose a man is made ship
wreck, tbe question is, ‘How is he to get off the
rooks? Suppose that he has gone down, how is
he to be put right?’ Oh, my friends, that is the
practical question.
I read a great many books telling men abent
this peril and that peril, and warning them
against ten thousand things : but I have yet to
see the first book except this (the Bible) upon
which I place my hand whieh tells a man how
he is to recover if oDce he has gons wrong. But
this is the practical question, ‘How is he to get
baok ?”
It is no easy thing. ‘Oh,’ you say, ‘it is; why
not do right? Why not sign a temperance pledge?
Why not connect yourself with a church ?
Have the thing done in the right way.’
Why, my friends, it is almost impossible for a
It
tidings of an immortal sen! saved—saved for
ever—saved, saved !
•Oh, ’ says some one, ‘nobody cares for me—
God doesn’t care anything for me -society
doesn’t care anything for me.’ And there you
make a great mistake. God does care for you.
He is moving on your soul this afternoon. Oh,
that just now you would yield your heart to
him.
I heard of a city missionary who was going
along one of the streets, and saw a little girl
sleeping on the steps of a door, and he awoke
her, and said, ‘Why are you sleeping here In
this drizzling rain?’ And she siid, ‘Mv fathe
has turned me out of doors. He’s a drunkard,
and I’m waiting till he falls asleep, and then I’m
going into the house.’ The next morning the
drunken father awaked from his dream of in
iquity, and he saw his little girl preparing his
breakfast, and he said, ‘Milly, why do you stay
with me?’ 'Oh !' she said, ‘father, I love you;
and my mother, when she died, said I must
never leave you. She said the rum fiend would
some time go out of you, and then you would
be very kind to me ; and so she said I was never
to leave you, and, father, I never will.’ Ah !
Milly may leave her father, but God will never
leave you so long as you seek His grace, and
implore His pardoD, and want His mercy.
The afternoon goes by, and with it the oppor
tunity of salvation to some here. I suppose
there may be in this throng many who are not
accustomed to attend the house of God, and so
I feel that in parting with yon I must have one
plain word, as though I came where you were,
and took each one of yon by the hand and eall-
ed you ‘brother,’ ‘sister’—bound with me toward
tbe bar of God. Oh, that it may be also that we
are bennd for the gate of heaven !
In London, the other night, l noticed the dif
ference between the striking of St. Paul’s bell
and the striking of the other bells of the city.
During the night the bells struck very rapidly,
but I noticed that the great bell struck slowly—
one, two, three—and so there seemed to be a
halt between each stroke, and I thought to my
self, that is the way the clock of God’s mercy
strikes—very slowly.
The day of grace seems to be going by. Ev
erything seems to be halting for us that God
may us a good chanoe of pardon and of eternal
life. But still the clock of God's mercy is strik
ing—and if it should strike twelve ! The day is
ended, and the day is gone. It strikes one, two.
three, four. Still God calls, and still the day
lasts, aDd still the invitation is pressed upon the
people. Five, six, seven, eight. Oh, how the
day is going! Ii it strike twelve all is lost.
Nine, ten. eleven. God forbid it should strike
twelve till at this audience are saved—saved for
ever.
The next time we meet will be at the judg
ment. Hark ! I hear the sound as of the rush
of chariot wheels. It comes nearer. The
heavens begin to glow. They redden. They
roll back in wavss of glory. Herald angels in
advance cry, ‘Make way, God is coming ! The
judgment—the judgment!’ and all islands and
continents of the sea, with uplifted hands, re
peat it: ‘Make way, God is coming—the judg
ment—the judgment!’
An undesirable uncle—Carb-uncle.
Song of the fawn—Call me early, mother deer.
A lawyer is not like an apothecary, because he
don't have any scruples.
Kansas wolves are so large that they carry off
horses-a piect at a time.
A man who does not know anything will tell it at
the first possible chance.
Short-sighted—To play billiards with a bald man
and mistake his head for a ball.
A poor man with “cheek,” will get aloag better
than a rich man overbalanced with modesty.
Here’s a conundrum, or problem, just which
pleases you best. How many women does it take
to keep a secret?
The height of economy is to sleep on the straw in
your neighbor's eye, and kindle the fire with the
beam in your own eye.
The discovery has been made that wit boat a mouth
a man could neither eat, drink, talk, kiss the girls
nor smoke cigars.
On hearing a tale of distress almost every oae
feels for the unfortunate, but they don’talways feel
in the right place—the pocket.
“Mrs. Dobson, where's your husband?” “He’s dy
ing, marm, and I don't wish anybody to disturb
him.” A very considerate woman, that.
A youth with a turn for figures had five eggs to
boil, and being told to give them three minutes
each, boiled them a quarter of a hour altogether.
Clarksville has a ladles' society, called the “Sis
ters oi Silence.” We had read thus far when we dis
covered that the two members were twins and were
deaf and dumb!
A little boy, going to ohuroh for the firet time
with his mother, was mightily pleased with the
performance on the organ, and cried out: “Mother’
mother, where’s the monkey t”
“Landlady,” said he, "the coffee is not settled.’
“No,” she replied, “but it comes as near it as your
last month’s board bill does;” and that man never
spoke again during the meal.
A lawyer on his death-bed willed all his property
to a lunatic asylum, stating as his reason for so do
ing, that he wished his property to return to the
liberal class of people who had patronized him.
A person who was disputing one day with Peter
Pindar, said, in hot temper, that he did not like to
be thought a scoundrel, “I wish,” was the replji
‘‘that you had as great a dislike to being one.”
A Western jury called upon to sit upon the body
of a man hanging from a tree in the woods, lynched
for horse stealing, returned this verdict: “The way
of the transgressor is hard, and he died from natu
ral causes.”
Front whom is a young man to get his ethics j j s absolutely impossible unless a man asks God
in trade? From whom is he to learn what is , t 0 he p him. Suppose that young man sitting
right and wrong in bis bargains? From his
employer. Now, suppose an employer has a
wrong theory, what chaDoe is there for the young
man
yonder says, ‘I am going to do better. I am go
ing to put myself in good sooietv.’ Suppose to
morrow he should meet some young man from
Leeds, upright in his integrity, and try to walk
gramatix flutes.
In a store where there are ten yonng men em- I down the street with him, try to keep in his
ployed, nine ot the ii will in all probability take J oompany. Probably that young man, unless
their principles of trade as inculoated bv their | be has the grace of God thoroughly in his soul,
employer. Now, sappose a yoang man gats
into a store with an evil employer, and he finds
it is wrong to lie unless it is smart, and that a
French label is all that is necessary to make a
thing French, and that it is wrong to steal un
less you can do it well. Time will pass along,
and in that store or shop some fi ie morning the
owner will come, and he will enter his room
and find that the sate has been blown open.
What’s this mean ? Safe blow* open ! No sur
prise. It was done by that young man.
He is not there this morning. He never will
would have"an errand down another street. He
wouldn’t want to be compromised by walking
with him.
Supposing he goes to a ohuroh some Sabbath.
Ha is met at the door by an officer of the ohuroh,
who says, ‘Why, is it possible? Are you here ?’
Instead of taking him in and giving him a good
seat, repulsing him with ooldness and with sur
prise and amazement, which is enough to des
troy him forever, But perhaps he is not yet
entirely discouraged, and he goes to the prayer
meeting, and as he comes to the door some
be there again. It’s no new principle that has | Christian without much oommon sense, says to
been introduced inte that sbop : ‘It’s wrong to ] him, ‘Well, I'm very glad to see you here at a
steal unless you do it well’—and it was done i prayer meeting. There’s hope yet. The dying
well. Oh ! what chanoe is there for a young | thief was saved, and I suppose you oan be sav-
man under the influence of an evil employer?
No chance at all.
Here is a young man just oome to the shop
irem his country home. His cheek is rnddy
with the breath of his native hills. He unrolls
tha goods for the oustomers. He points ont all
their attractions. He is polite and courteous.
The customers are pleased, and resolve to come
again. Five years in that shop have passed
along, and that young man is selling goods still.
He says, ‘Those are the best goods we have in
the shop’—hs has better on the next shelf. He
says, ‘We are selling at less than cost price’—
they are making twenty per cent. He says,
‘This ealico will wash’—yes, it will wash ont.
Oh, what a change in that young man ! Who
destroyed him? His employer his employer.
Let me say to the young man who finds himself
to-morrow morning under such influences, to
quit that place. ‘Oa!’ you say, ’I can't. My
mother is dependent on me for support, and
what would she do? It s no easy thing to give
up a place in these days and get another.’
You go home to your mother, and tell her how
matters stand, and it she be worthy of you. she
will say ‘My son, oome away from that place.
We will just throw ourselves od the God of ths
fatherless and the widow He has taken care of
ns in the past, and he will take care of ns in
the future.' Oh, young man, come ont of that
place!
In Boston there was a young man who was
selling goods, and a customer entered the shop,
and asked for Middlesex cloth The youDg
man said, ‘We have no Middlesex cloths, but
here are some just as good.' ‘No,' said tne man,
•they won’t do for me ; I want Middlesex cloths’
— and so he departed. Tae head man of the
shop came and said, ‘What did that man want ?
•He waDted Middlesex cloths.’ 'Why not tell
him they were Middles x cl»ths?’ 'Because
they're Dot.’ ‘You're too honest for this place ;
you can take your hat and go.' He took his hat
and went—went West. The Lord looked after
him.
ed.’ Repulsing the man sgain
Oh, how hard it is for a man to gat right when
once he has gone wrong ; and yet there is a way,
and I will tell yon what it is —it is to throw
yourselves in the arms of the Lord, and ask for
His help. That is the first, the seoond, the
tenth, the last step. God will not oast yon off.
Go home this afternoon, take a sheet of paper,
and write a letter to your old companions and
say, ‘Good-bye, until we can join eaoh other on
the road to heaven. This afternoon come
with me, I would like to have yon come with
me, but if you intend to oontinue in your path
of sin, farewell—farewell!’ Cut yourself off
from all evil associations, and cry unto God for
help. ,. .
‘Oh,’ says some man here, ‘you don t know
what a struggle I had?' Let me tell you, then,
my friend, that God will help yon jnst in pro
portion as yon have to straggle, and that there
is going to be a great time for you in heaven
when you get there, as you certainly will, if you
cry mightily unto God this afternoon.
I remember there was great excitement m
America two or three years ago about the loss,
or supposed loss, of one of the Atlantic steam
ers. We had coming into our port the great
steamers, the ‘Russia,’ the ‘Sootia, and the
great steamers of the Canard, and White Star,
and National lines. As they came into port,
day after day, there was no special excitement.
We all expected them to come, and they name ;
but the ‘City of Brussels’ was out. She had
been a week longer than she ought to have been
proceeding from New York to Liverpool. Many
of our best citizens were on board, and for ten
days there was no report. Two weeks passed,
aod no report. Millions of people on both sides
of the water said, ‘The ‘City of Brussels has
gone down. 1 ,
But one morning I was standing on Broad
way, New York, and I heard a city newsboy cry
ing, in excited tones, ‘City of Brussels s«‘ .
What excitement there was all tbrouoh tne city,
and the excitement spread tb-cuguoat the civil-
San Franoisoo has seven theatres.
Lotta has not done well in San Francisoo.
The Janauschek Combination had a rehearsal
in Boston last week.
Twenty-eight places of amusement are now
open in New York.
Edwin Booth is shortly to visit London for the
first time within eighteen years.
Both Mr and Mrs. Barrymore with probably
be in Wallack's company this season.
W. H. Jones has been engaged by Strakosch
to support Neilson in ‘Cymbeline.’
The dramatic season opened with bright pros
pects in all the theatres in Baltimore.
Modjeska is going to London. H. J. Sargent
has found a place for her at the Adelphi.
Mrs. E. L. Davenport will not play at Booth’s,
although it has been stated that she would.
It is reported that Lizzie Harold is anxious to
canoel her engagements at the California Thea
tre.
Mrs. Barney Williams thinks of playing in
BostoD. She is getting most too old now to play
anywhere.
Maggie Mitchell started upon her annual tour
August 23 i. This little woman oan never grow
old.
“John has five oranges, James gave him eleven,
and he gives Peter seven; how many has he left?”
Before this problem the class recoiled. “Please, sir,”
said a young lad, “We always does our sums In ap
ples.”
An attorney about to finish a bill of costs was re
quested by his client, a baker, to make it as light as
he oould. “Ah!” replied the attorney, “that’s what
you may say to your froeman, but It’s not the way
I make my bread.”
Then He Was Beside Himself!—It was Colonel
Marshall ofKeutucky who once asked Senator Ben
ton why he talked to himself so much. The an
swer was, “I can tell you veay truly and earnestly
Why I talk to myself. I love to talk to a great man
and I love to hear a great man talk.”
Things further apart seemingly are really in
in perfect accord. What a gap, for instance, be
tween the science of dentistry and the science of
grammer! and yet a verb and a tooth are parts of
speech, and their sympathy is sometimes so abso
lute that both of them may frequently be called ir
regular and defective. There is a perfect unity in
nature, if you only knew how to find it,
Sometime since two young ladies near Towson
town were bothered by an old gypsy to have their
fortunes told, who at length stimulated their curi
osity by promising forhalfa crown to show their
future husband’s laces in a pail of water. The wa
ter being procured, they were told to look. They
did so; when, discovering nothing strange, they
exclaimed that they only saw their own faces.—
“Well,” replied the gipsy, “those will be your hus
bands’ faces when you’re married.”
On the door of the Greek class room, Professor
Blackie, of Edinburg, had lately occasion to put up
this notice;—“Professor Blackie regrets he is unable
to-day to meet his classes.” A waggish student,
spying this, scratched out the initial letter of the
last word of the sentence, and made it appear as if
the professor was regretful at his unability to meet
those, fair specimens of humanity, familiarly
known outside the college as “lasses.” But who
can joke with Blackie? The keen eyed old man, no
ticing the prank that had been played on him, qui
etly erased another letter, and left the following to
be read by whom it might concern:—“Professon
Blackie regrets that he is unable t®-day to meet his
asses.”
Adelaide Neilson will soon be nearing Ameri
can shores. She is to sail from Liverpool on tbe
27th of tbe present month.
‘To speak of this young actress,’ says Willie
Winter of Mary Anderson, ‘is to name the hope
of the Amerioan stage.'
A newspaper critic, who seems to have become
a victim to the charms of Adelaide Neilson, says
she is ‘a versatile piece of human loveliness in
claret velvet’
The London Sunday Timet says that the recep
tion of Mr. Frank Mayo at the Olympic Theatre,
on the 9th of last month in his famous play of
‘Davy Crockett,’ was ‘eminently favorable.
Gilmore, the grandee of variety shows, is said
to be negotiating with with a party in England
for the importation of fifteen English ballets
girls, to appear at the Philadelphia Grand Cen
tral.
The social sensation of fashionable London is
the elopement of Kate Yaugbn, the beautiful
and graoefnl dancer, with Col. Wellesley, son of
LoraOowley and military attache of the English
Embassy at St. Petersburg. The Colonel leaves
a wife and two children.
John C. Calhoun died in 1850.
The first medical college was founded in
Philadelphia in 1764.
Christopher Columbus started on his Ameri
can trip 387 years ago.
The coronation robes of George the Fourth
cost $100,000 without the jewels.
England made no attempts at colonization on
this continent until after 1578.
In 1753 the population of Boston was about
17 500, Philadelphia 18,000, and New York 12,-
000.
Commodore Stephen Decatur was born in 1779
and W£S killed in a duel near Bladensburg, by
Commodore Bainbridge, in 1820.
It was in the latter part of the fifteenth cen
tury that England was laid waste by the civil
wars, known in history as the War of the Roses.
Before Columbus had evsr seen the main land
of America, John Cabot, sent by Henry VII. of
England, reached what is now known as .New
foundland, in 1497.
Some historians have tried to trace the Ameri
can Indians to the ten ‘lost tribes ol Israel,,*ho
were conquered by Shalmaneser, Kiug of As B y-
ia, about 700 before Christ.
There is one interesting fact relating to the
Gussie Crayton died of paralysis of the brain Indian language of North Hebre
in Marshall, Texas, August 15. She was a many respec s similar tc tnat^oMh^Hebre^
daughter of Mrs. Martin R. Cnthbertson, and None of the Indian lang „
married James Maas, with whom she h»d per- j course, in Columbus's time,
formed in musical sketches in the principal
variety threatres of this country until
year or so ago
•~.:tun a i
He rose from one position to another in church ized world. The steam-r came, with her fur-
and State. He had millions of dollars for this I nac-s all quench-.i, limping into your Liver-
world, and a throne Id heaven ; and I tell you pool harbor, bui she came on, and the joy of
the day will come when, though your honesty I Englishmen and Americans knew no bounds.
The people of Charlotte, N. C., were first to
formally declare themselvns free from MlegiM.ee
to the King of England. This was a month af-
‘Aii me world’s a stage, and the men therein j f er the battle of Lexington. This was the first
but players,’ says the great bard of Avon. There ; p r0 posal to throw off the British yoke,
would appear to be much truth in this, when j . v . fV , a
one oomes to think of the crowds which throng- j Patrick Hewy was born in g
ed Ford’s Grand Opera House, Albangh’s Holli- year 1736. He first tried mercan P >
day Street, and the time-honored old Front on then farming, and finally the profes
Monday evening last, upon the occasion of their law. He was twenty-3even years ola
fall opening. J first made a public impression by his eloquence.
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