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TALMAGE’S SERMON.
Lebanon, Pa., Aug. 1«.—The American
(termers’ encampment at Mount Gretua,
Mar this citv, today listened attentively to
a remarkable discourse bythegreat Brook-
m preacher, Bev. T. De Witt Talmage,
Who arrived here yesterday from Piedmont,
Chautauqua, Ga., where he spoke on
Wednesday !ast. The subject was one
C uliarly suited to the vast audience, be-
on “Farming a Gospel Type.” 1 Kings
KU, 19: Elisha, the son of Shaphat, who was
e owing with twelve yoke of oxen before
m, ami he with the twelfth.
Representatives of the great farmers’
associations from all parts of the country
are at the encampment, preparations for
which have lieen going on for months in
advance. The surrounding densely i>opu-
latcd counties of Pennsylvania are also
fullv represented. Today’s services were
held in t he open air. An immense choir
fconj the churches of Lebanon led the
music.
Jiev. Dr. Talmage spoke as follows:
• ’ Farmers of America! Accept my salu
tation. Our text puts us down into the
plow’s furrow, where many of us have been
before. My boyhood passed or. a farm and
my father a farmer, your style of life is
familiar to me. One of my earliest recol
lections is that of my father coming in
from the hot harvest field exhausted, the
perspiration streaming from his forehead
and chin, and fainting on the doorsill, and
my mother resuscitating him, until seeing
the alarm of the household he said: “Don’t
be frightened. I got a little tired and the
•tin was hot, hut I am all right now.”
Anil I remember mother seated at the
table, often saying, “Well, I am too tired
to eat!” The fact is that I do not think
the old folks got. thoroughly rested until
they lay down in the graveyard hack of
Bomerville to take the last sleep,
i. TI1E FARM Ell'S INDEPENDENCE.
■ Office seekers go through the land and
they stand On political platforms, and they
tell the farmers the story about the inde-
' pendent life of a farmer, giving flattery
where they ought to give sympathy. In
dependent of what? No class of people in
this country have it harder than farmers.
Independent of what? Of the cureulio that
Stings the peach trees? of the rust in the
wheat ? of the long rain with the rye down?
Indeiiendeat of the grasshopper? of the lo
cust? of the army worm? of the potato
bug? Indejieiident of the drought that
burns up the harvest? Independent of the
now with the hollow horn? or the sheep
with the foot rot? or the pet horse with a
Bail in his hoof? Independent of the cold
that freezes out the winter grain? Inde
pendent of the snowbank out of which he
must shovel himself? Independent of the
cold weather when he stands t hreshing his
numbed fingers around his body to keep
them from being frosted? Independent of
the frozen ears and the frozen feet? Inde
pendent of what? Fancy farmers who
Lave made their fortunes in the city and
go out iu the country to build houses
with all the modern improvements, and
make farming a luxury, may not need
any solace; but tile yeomanry who get
. their living out of the soil, and who that
{ way have to clothe their families and edir
cate their children and pay their taxes
and meet their interest on mortgaged
! farms—such men find a terrific struggle.
: And my hope is that this great National
! Fanners’ encampment may do something
1 toward lifting the burdens of the agricul-
, turists. Yes, we were nearly all of us
|teBMterieldr«nrr "bare feet wet with the
, dew, and rode the horses with the halter
l to the brook until we fell ofT, and hunted
, the mow for nests until the feathered oc-
I cupants went cackling away. So we all
I understand rustic allusions. The Bible is
; full of them. In Christ’s sermon on the
mount you see the full blown lilies and the
glossy back of the crow’s wing its it flies
i over Mount Olivet. David and John, Paul
• 1 and Isaiah find iu country life a source of
, frequent illustration, while Christ takes
the responsibility of calling God a farmer,
declaring,“My Father is t be husbandman.”
Noah was the first farmer. We say
nothing about Cain, the tiller of the soil.
Adam was a gardener on a large scale, but
to Noah was given all the acres of the
earth. Elisha w;is an agriculturist, not
culturing a ten acre lot; for iu my text you
find him plowing with twelve yoke of oxen
before him, and he with the twelfth, in
Bible times the land was so plenty aud tile
Inhabitants so few that Noah was right
when Le gave to every inhabitant u certain
portion of land; that land, if cultured,
ever :ilter to be his owu possession.
CROPS OF OLDEN TIMES.
They were not small crops raised in those
rimes, for though the arts were rude the
plow turned up very rich soil, and barley,
aud eottou, aud flax, aud all kinds of grain
came up at the call of the harvesters.
Pliuy tells of one sulk of grain that had
on it between three and four hundred ears.
The rivers uuil the brooks, through artifi
cial channels, were brought down to the
roots of the corn, and to this habit of turn
ing a river wherever it was wanted Solo
mon refers ivlu?u he says; “The king’s
heart is in the hand of the Lord, and he
turneth it as the rivers of water arc-turned,
whithersoever he will.”
Tlie wild beasts were caught, and then a
hook was put into their uosc, and then
they were led over the field, and to that
God refers when he says to wicked Sen
nacherib, “I will put a hook in thy nose
aud I will bring thee back by the way
which thou earnest.” Aud God has a hook
la every man’s uose, whether it be Nebu
chadnezzar or Aliab or Herod. He may
think himself very iudei>endent, but some
time in his life or in the hour of his death
he will find that the Lord .Almighty has a
hook in his nose.
This was the r.ile iu regard to the culture
of the ground, “ I ..,u shalt not plow with
, an ox and an ass together,” illustrating
the folly of ever putting intelligent and
useful and pliable men in association with
the stubborn anil the unmanageable. The
vast majority of trouble in the churches
and in,reformatory institutions comes from
the disregard of this command of the Lord,
“Thou shalt not plow with an ox and
aas together.”
There were large amounts of property
Invested in cattle. The Moabites paid
100,000 sheep as an annual tax. Job had
7,000^iheep, 3,000 camels, 500 yoke of oxen.
The time of vintage was ushered in with
mirth and music. The clusters of the vine
were put into the wine press, and then five
men would get into the press and trample
out the juice from the grape until their
garments were saturated with the wine
and had become the emblems or alaugnter.
Christ himself, wounded until covered
with the blood of crucifixion, made use of
this allusion when the question was aaked:
"Wherefore art thou red in thine apparel
and thy garments like one who treadeth
the wine vat?” He responded: “I have
trodden the wine press alone.”
In all ages there has been great honor
paid to agriculture. Seven-eighths of the
people in every country are disciples of the
plow. A government is strong in propor
tion as it is supported by an athletic and
Industrious yeomanry. So long ago as be
fore the fall of Carthage Strabo wrote
twenty-eight hooks on agriculture; Hesiod
wrote a poem on the same subject—“The
Weeks aud Days.” Cato was prouder of
his work on husbandry than of all his mili
tary conquests. But I must not be tempted
Into a discussion of agricultural conquests.
Standing amid the harvests and orchatds
of the JBMa, ai
amid the harvests aad orchards and vine
yards of our own country—I want to run
out the analogy between the production of
crops and the growth of grace In the soul—
all these sacred writers making use of that
analogy.
plow deep! plow deep!
In the first place I remark, In grace aa in
the fields there must be a plow. That
which theologians call conviction Is only
the plowshare turning np the sins that
have been rooted and matted in the soli.
A farmer said to his indolent eon, “There
are a hundred dollars buried deep in that
field.” The son went to work and plowed
the field from fence to fence, and he plowed
K very deep and then complained that he
had not found the money, but when the
crop had been gathered and sold for a hun
dred dollars more than any previous year,
then the yonng man took the hint as to
what his father meant when he said there
were a hundred dollars buried down in
that field. Deep plowing for a crop. Deep
plowing for a soul. He who makes light
of sin will never amount to anything in
the church or in the world. If a man
speaks of sin as though it were an inac
curacy or a mistake, instead of the loathe-
some, abominable, consuming and damn
ing thing that God hates, that man will
never yield a harvest of usefulness.
When I was a boy I plowed a field with
a team of spirited horses. I plowed it very
quickly. Once in a while I passed over
some of the sod without turning it, but I
did not jerk back the plow with its rattling
clevises. I thought it made no difference.
After a while my father came along and
said: “Why, this will never do; this isn’t
plowed deep enough: there you have missed
this anil you have missed that.” And he
plowed it over again. The difficulty with
a great many people is that they are only
scratched with conviction when the subsoil
plow of God’s truth ought to be put in up
to the beam.
My word is to all Sabbath school teach
ers, to all parents, to all Christian workers
—plow deep! plow deep!
And if in your own personal experience
you are apt to take a lenient view of the
sinful side of your nature put down into
your soul the ten commandments, which
reveal the holiness of God, and that sharp
and glittering coulter will turn up your
soul to the dcejiest depths. If a man
preaches to you that you are only a little
out of order by re:ison of sin and that you
need only a little fixing up, he deceives!
You have suffered an appalling injury by
reason of sin. There are quick poisons and
slow iKiisons, but the druggist could give
you one drop that would kill the body.
And sin is like that drug; so virulent, so
poisonous, so fatal that one drop is enough
to kill the soul.
PLOWING FOR A SOUL.
Deep plowing for a crop. Deep plowing
for a soul. Broken heart or no religion.
Broken soul or no harvest. Why was it
that David and the jailer and the publican
and Paul made such ado about their sins?
Had they lost their senses? No. The
plowshare struck them. Conviction turned
up a great many t hings that were forgotten.
As a farmer plowing sometimes turns up
the skeleton of a nmn or the anatomy of a
monster long ago buried, so tile plowshare
of conviction turns up the ghastly skeletons
of sin long ago intombed. Geologists
never brought up from the dept hs of the
mountain mightier ichthyosaurus or me
gatherium.
But what means all this crooked plow
ing, these crooked furrows, the repentance
that amounts to nothing, the nqicntancc
that ends in nothing? Men groan over
their sins, hut get no better. They weep,
but their tears are uot counted. They get
convicted, hut not converted. What is the
reason? I remember that on the farm
wo set a standard with a red flag at the
other end of the field. Wc kept our eye
on that. We aimed at that. We plowed
up to that. losing sight of that we
made a crooked furrow. Keeping our
eyes on that we made a straight furrow.
Now in this matter of conviction we must
have some standard to guide us. It is
a red standard that God has set at the
other end of the field. It is the cross.
Keeping your eye on that you will make a
straight furrow. Losing sight of it you
will make a crooked furrow. Plow up to
the cross. Aim not at either end of the
horizontal piece of the cross but at the
upright piece, at the center of it, the heart
of the Son of God, who bore your sins and
Again I remark, in grace as in the field
there must lie a sowing. In the autumn
weather you find the farmer going across
the field at a stride of about tweuty-three
inches, and at every stride he puts his hand
into the sack of grain nud lie sprinkles the
seed corn-over the field. It looks silly to a
man who does not know what lie is doing.
He is doing a very important work. He is
scattering the winter grain, and though
the snow may come, the next year there
will be a great crop. Now, that is what
we are doing when we are preaching the
gospel—we are scattering the seed. It is
the foolishness of preaching, but it is the
winter grain; and though the snow of
worldliness may come down upon it, it
will 3 ield after a while glorious harvest.
Let us be sure wo sow the right kind of
seed. Sow umlleu stalk and mullen stalk
will come up. Sow Canada thistles and
Canada thistles will come up. Sow wheat
aud wheat will eome up. Let us distin
guish between truth and error. Let us
know the difference between wheat and
hellebore, oats and henbane.
THE RELIGION OF NEGATION.
The largest denomination in this country
is the denomination of Nothingarians.
Their religion is a system of negations.
\ou say tc- one of them, 44 What do you be-
lie\ e“*SV ell, I don’t believe in infant
baptism.” “What do you believe?” “Well,
I don’t believe in the perseverance of the
saints.” “Well, now tell me what you do
believe.” “Well, I don’t believe in the
eternal punishment of the wicked.” So
their religion is a row of cyphers. Believe
something and teach it; or, to resume the
figure of my text, scatter abroad the right
kind of seed.
A minister in New York preached a ser-
mon calculated to set tne denominations
©f Christians quarreling. He was sowing
nettles. A minister iu Boston advertised
that he would preach a sermon on the su
periority of transcendental and organized
forces to uutrauscendental and unorgan
ized forces. What was he sowing? The
Lord Jesus Christ nineteen centuries ago
planted the divine seed of doctrine. It
sprang up. On one side of the stalk are all
the churches of Christendom. On the other
side of the stalk are all the free govern
ments of the earth, and on the top there
shall be a flowering millennium after
a while. All from the gospel seed of doc
trine. Every word that a parent, or Sab
bath school teacher, or city missionary, or
other Christian worker speaks for Christ
comes up. Yea, it comes up with com
pound interest—you saving one soul, that
one saving ten, the ten a hundred, the hun
dred a thousand, the thousand ten thou
sand, the ten t housand one hundred thou
sand—on, on forever.
Again I remark, in grace as in the farm
there must be a harrowing. I refer now
not to a harrow that goes over the field in
order to prepare the ground for the seed,
but a harrow which goes over after the
seed is sown, lest the birds pick np the
seed, sinking it down into the earth so
that it can take root. There are new kinds
of harrow, but the harrow as I remember
it was made of bars of wood nailed across
each other, and the under side of each bar
was furnished with sharp teeth, and when
the horses were hitched to it it went tear*
luff and leaping across the field, driving
the seed down into the earth until it sprang
vpin the harvest. Bereavement, sorrow,
persecution are the Lord’s harrows to «nlc
the gospel troth into your heart. There were
truths that you heard thirty yean ago that
have not affected you until recently. Some
great trouble came over you, and the truth
was harrowed in, and it has come np.
What did God mean in this country in
1867? For a century there was the gospel
preached, hut a great deal of it produced
no result. Then God harnessed a wild
panic to a harrow of commercial disaster,
and that harrow went down Wall street
and np Wall street, down Third street
and np Third street, down State street and
np State street until the whole land was
tom to pieces as it had never been before.
TCbai followed .tba hssrowt
awakening in wniaft taers wot —e^uss
souls brought into the kingdom of our
Lord. No harrow, no crop.
THE CHRISTIAN’S HEAPING.
Again I remark,’ in grace as in the farm
there must be a reaping. Many Christians
speak of religion as though it were a mat
ter of economics or insurance. They ex
pect to reap in* the next world. Oh, no!
Now is the time to reap. Gather up the
joy of the Christian religion this morning,
this afternoon, this night. If you have not
as much grace as you would like to have,
thank God for what you have, and pray
for more. You are no worse enslaved than
Joseph, no worse troubled than was David,
no worse scourged than was PauL Yet,
amid the rattling of fetters, and amid
the gloom of dungeons, and amid the
horror of shipwreck, they triumphed in
the grace of God. The weakest mun
here has 500 acres of spiritual joy all
ripe. Why do you not go and reap it? You
have been groaning over yonr infirmities
for thirty years. Now give one round shout
over your emancipation. You say you have
it so hard; you might have it worse. You
wonder why this great cold trouble keeps
revolving through your soul, turning and
turning, with a black hand on the crank.
Ah, that trouble is the grindstone on which
you are to sharpen your sickle. To the
fields! Wake up! Take off your green
spectacles, your blue spectacles, your black
spectacles. Pull up the corners of your
mouth as far as you pull them down. To
the fields! Reap! reap!
Again I remark, in grace as in farming
there is a time for threshing. I tell you
bluntly that is death. J ust as a farmer
beats the wheat out of the straw so death
beats the soul out of the body. Every
sickness is a stroke of the flail, and the
sickbed is the threshing floor. What, say
you, is death to a good man only taking
the wheat out of the straw? That is all.
An aged man has fallen asleep. Only
yesterday you saw him iu the sunny porch
playing with his grandchildren. Calmly
he received the message to leave this world.
He bade a pleasant good-by to his old
friends. The telegraph carries the tidings,
and on swift rail trains the kindred come,
wanting once more to look on the face of
dear old grandfather. Brush b;iek the
gray hairs from his brow; it will never
aebe again. Put him am.y in the slumber
of the tomb. He will not be afraid of that
night. Grandfather was never afraid of
anything, lie will rise in the morning of
the resurrection. Grandfather was always
the first to rise. His voice has already
mingled in thedoxology of heaven. Grand
father always did sing in chureh. Any
thing ghastly in that? No. The thresh
ing of the wheat out of the straw. That
is all.
“PEAK LOKD, GIVE ME SLEEr.”
The Saviour folds a lamb iu his bosom.
The little child filled all the house with her
music, and her toys are scattered all up and
down the stairs just as she left them.
What if the hand that plucked 4 o’clocks
out of the meadow is still? It will wave
the eternal triumph. What if the voice
that made music in the home is still? It
will siug the eternal hosanna. Put a white
rose in one hand and a red rose in the
other hand, and a wreath of orange blos
soms on the brow; the white flower for the
victory, the red flower for the Saviour’s
sacrifice, the orange blossoms for her mar
riage day. Anything ghastly about that?
Oh, no. The sun went down and the flower
shut. The wheat threshed out of the straw.
“Dear Lord, give me sleep,” said a dying
boy, the sou of one of my elders; “Dear
Lord, give me sleep.” And he closed his
eves aud awoke in glory. Henry W. Long
fellow, writing a letter of condolence to
those parents, said: “Those last words were
beautifully poetic: ‘Dear Lord, give me
sleep.”’
’Tvvas not in cruelty, not in wrath
That the reaper came that day:
'Twas an angel that visited the earth
And took the flower away.
So it may be with us when our work is
all done. “Dear Lord, give me sleep.”
I have one more thought to present. I
have spoken of the plowing, of the sowing,
of the harrowing, of the reaping, of the
threshing. I must now speak a moment
of the garnering.
Where is the garner? Need I tell you?
Oh, no. So many have gone out from
your own circles—yea, from your own
family—that you have had your eyes on
that garner for many p year. What a
igid-ii'&sereneafHHr tie’ frss'nffe, le't
this cup pass from me.” With tongues
of burning agony they cried: “O Lord, de
liver 1113' soul!” But they got over it. They
all got over it. Garnered! Their tears
wiped away; their battles all ended—their
burdens lifted. Garnered! The Lord of
the harvest will not allow those sheaves to
perish in the equinox. Garnered! Some
of us remember, on the farm, that the
sheaves were put on the top of the rack
which surmounted the wagon, and these
shelves were piled higher aud higher, apd
after a while the horses started for the
barn; and these sheaves swayed to uud fro
in the wind, and the old wagon creaked,
and the horses made a struggle and pulled
so hard the harness came up in loops of
leather ou their backs,and when the front
wheel struck the elevated floor of the barn
it seemed ;is if the load would go no farther
until the workmen gave a great shout, and
then with one last t re men dous strain the
horses pulled in the load; then they were un
harnessed aud forkful after forkful of grain
fell into the mow. Oh, my friends, our
getting into heaven may be a pull, a hard
pull, a very hard pull; but these sheaves
are bound to go in. The Ix>rd of the har
vest lias promised it. I see the load at last
coming in the door of the heavenly garner.
The sheaves of the Christian soui sway tc
and fro iu the wind of death, and the old
body creaks under the load, and as the load
strikes the floor of the celestial garner it
seems as if it can go no farther. It is tli€
last struggle, until the voices of angels and
the voices of our departed kindred and th«
welcoming voice of God shall send the har
vest rolling into the eternal triumph, while
all up and down the sky the cry is heard:
‘‘Harvest home! Harvest home!”
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CHAT.
Carolina, you must come to the front and de
fend yourself. Clarrissa has arrayed herself
against your model man. Eugene Edwards
might speak ex Cathedra and set us right upon
the subject for he certainly is a good boy aud
can tell us if he means to be a good husband.
Mrs. Mack Seems very happy, she has entirely
forgotten the Household, aud B. B. is just ss
bad.
N, L. B., do you recognize your girl sweet
heart in the individual now occupying this
chair. You didu’t recognize me? Well, we “live
in deeds not years, and count time by heart
throbs” sometimes, and I want a loug letter
from you right away. Take inspiration from
the “bird” that hovers o’er thy home.
Musa. “A fellow feeliug makes us wondrous
kind,” so accept my heartfelt sympathy.
Did auy of you ever hear a nicer compliment
than the one I heard an irrepressible small boy
puy his sister last week? We were on the train
and a yankee b jy asked him if his sister could
“pick the guitar?"
“No,” replied Five Years, “but she can pick a
chicken mighty quick.”
I wanted to applaud, but was afraid of attract
ing his attention and losing bis bright chatter.
Householders, let u$ consider the question!
The Business Woman, is 6he Makriacable?
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InJurlouH Knainel “Sweat Hands.**
“A good many sore faces,” said a well
known physician, “are caused every sum
mer by poisonous ‘sweat bauds’ in hats.
Some men always insist on buying Derby
bats with enameled sweat bp.nds, and ii
they wear them during the summer months
a mild sort of blood poisoning is apt to re
sult. As a man’s head always perspires
very freely under the sweat band of his hat
the poison in the enameling composition is
softened and released. But its unpleasant
effects are seldom noticeable there. The
very fact that the perspiration is constantly
coming out of those particular pores pro
vents the poison from going in. But as
each little bead of perspiration rolls down
bis face it is charged with the poison, and
if it happens to run over a little pimple or
a place where he has scratched his face or
cut it with a razor the result will probably
be unpleasant.
A dozen tiny pimples will appear, and no
piatter how many “blood purifiers” he
doses himself with his face will be dotted
with little sores, until he buys a hat with
a good sweat band. Straw hats are seldom
made up with these enameled sweat bands,
and that fact is another reason why every
man should wear them in the summer. Of
course, this warning does not apply to all
hats with enameled sweat Iputds. Krqnt
of them are perfectly harmless, but as it is
impossible to tell which are good and
which are bad without a chemical analysis,
and as a chemical analysi^wonld spoil the
bat, enameled sweat bands are good . Ana
to avoid in hot weather.—New York Sun.
SHAKING THE APPLE TREES.
BY J. T. TBOUBRIDGE.
Pull down the bough, Bob! Isn’t this fun?
Now give it a shake, and—there got s one!
Now put vour thumb up to the other and see
H it isn’t as mellow as mellow can be!
I know by tne stri]>e
It must be ripe!
That’s one apiece for you and me.
Green, are they? Well, no matter for that.
Sit down On the grass and we’ll have a chat;
And I’ll tell you what old Parson Bute
Said last Sunday of unripe fruit:
“Life,” says he,
“is a bountiful tree,
Heavily laden with beautiful fruit.
“Take them in season, pluck and eat
And the fruit is wholesome the fruit issweet
But. O my friends!” Here he gave a rap
On his desk like a regular thunder clap,
And made such a bang
Old Deacon Lang
Woke up out of his Sunday nap.
Green fruityhefiM^God woulii not bless;
^>tt!B"fburthly ajd fifthly—waan’t it pHml, "
I say, Bob! we fellows don’t care
So much for a mouthiul of apple or pear
wh , at r e the fun mthethfinf’
Wben bring wind8 blow •“d the hangbirds
Home grub* and sing
t„ ««.*«• young ones a swing
In their basket-ntst, lied up by its string.
I like apples in various ways:
roasted before the blaze
Of a Winter fire; and O my eyes’
Aren’t they nice, though, made in
I scarce ever saw
One, cooked or raw
That wasn’t good bra boy of mysize!
But this is a hard <ne! Why didn’t we
Liave them anothtr week on the
Is yours us bitter? Give us a bite!
The pulp is tough.aud the seeds are white
And the kite of it puckers ’
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Four eggs well beateu, one tablespoonful of
s.igar, a cup of sweet milk or water, one tea*
spoonful of salt flour to make a still* batter and
one pound of finely chopped fruit. The last
thing add a tablespoonful of baking powder.
1 use Royal or a measure of Horsford. A small
tablespoonful dropped into boiling lard i6 the
way I cook them.
HOMINY FRITTERS.
Four eggs well beaten, teaspoonful of sugar,
one aud one-half cup of flour, one teaspoonful
of salt. Then take one and one half cup of cold
grits or hominy, pour on it two cups of boiliug
water: mix with the batter while hot and if the
grits are fine you may have to add more flour to
make the butter still* enough, one tablespoon
and a half of baking powder. Fry as you do the
fruit fritters. Remember to have the lard boil
ing hot and it will not be absorbed.
A SPANISH DISH.
Boil a pound of tomatoes in one pint of water,
chip some ham very fine and drop in the toma
toes, chip an onion, as large as an egg, very fine
and add to the ham and tomatoes, also one tea
spoonful of sugar, half teaspoinful of nutmeg,
one fourth teaspoonful of cracked allspice. Let
it all boil ten minutes aud serve.
The Pyramids first, which in Egypt were laid;
Next Babylon's Garden, for Amytis made:
Then MauBolus’ Tomb of affection and guilt;
Fourth, the Temple of Diau, in Ephesus built:
The Colossus of Rhodes, cast in brass to the sun;
Sixth, Jupiter’s 8tatute by Phidias done;
The Pharos of Egypt, last wonder of old,
Or Palace of Cyrus, cemented with gold.
Y’ours truly, Sadie.
THE BEAUTIES AND JOYS OF THE
SWEET SUNBURNED FACE.
WHAT SHALL WE WEAR?
FASHIONS THAT ARE APPROVED AT
HOME AND ABROAD.
Toilet. Worn at Fashionable Wedding*,
Including Description* of Dresses De
signed for the Stanley-Tennnnt Wed-
filn,—Costumes for Little Bridemaids.
Dresses designed for weddings always
command a certain amount of interest,
and this interest becomes general when
the persons to be married are as well known
throughout the land as are Mr. Stanley
and his bride. Naturally Miss Dorothy
Tennant’s gowns and bonnets were quite a
la mode, and offer numerous suggestions
to prospective brides.
As a mere description conveys but a
vague idea we have attempted to make
matters quite plain to our fair readers by
illustrations. The train and bodice of the
wedding dress depicted wereof white poult
de soie, the scams of which were sewn with
pearls. Under sleeves, vest and tablier
were in white satin embroidered in pearls.
Clusters of orange blossoms appeared at
U IPlECanTD ITTIICnOI!
Om I — DttrikMlI
wav
LOUISIANA STATE LOTTERY CO.
Incorporated by the Legislature for educa
tional and Charitable purposes, and its franchise
made a part of the present State Constitution,
in 1879, by an overwhelming popular vote.
To continue until
January ist 1895
ITS MAMMOTH
DRAWINGS take place Semi-AnuaUy,
(June and December), and ite GRAND
SINGLE NUMBER DRAWINGS taka
place in each oj the other ten montke of the
year, and are all drawn in public, at tka
Academy of Music, New Orleans, La,
FAMFD FOB TWENTY YEABS FOB
Integrity of Its Drawings and
Prompt Payment of Frizes.
Attested as follows:
“We do hereby certify that we supervise
the arrangements for all the Monthly
and Semi Annual Drawings of the Louisi
ana Stale Lottery Company, and in person
manage and control the Drawings them ■
selves, and that the same are conducted
with honesty, fairness and in good faith
toward all parties, and we authorize the
Company to use thts certificate, with fac
similes of our signatures attached, in its
advertisements.'’
“When I was a girl,” says a woman
not yet very gray haired, “we thought it
was not quite nice for a girl to go out
without a veil. When I first began go
ing about the streets without even a lit
tle thin veil over my face I felt rather
bold and not happy. It was much the
same feeling we had when we left trim
ming off our dresses three or four years
ago—as if we were not quite dressed.”
In those days sunburn was unknown in
the full blown rose of its present perfec
tion. There were never stories told of
girls paying fifty cents a piece for an
imitation freckle then, and the pooony
like noses and damask cheeks of the pres
ent which refuse to pale for days at a
time would have been accounted an in
fliction, an affliction and a most dire mis
fortune if they had chanced to befall
maid or matron.
The love of out door life first con
quered the aversion to sunburn, then
those.who had not the love put on the
ir not as a de^p-
turn, and imagine that by the aid of oh’s , , -= ^ u»a, paienc
and ah s and by exclaiming “Lovely!” bntt °“ hole bouquet and
they have added to the sunburn the iov I Wh . lte kld S loves -
that: irAoc -a a .. _ • * I AZDOIlir t.hn Ini
MISS DOROTIIY TENNANT’S BRIDAL DRESS,
the side, and a double fillet of orange blos
soms was placed in the hair. Miss Ten
nant’s veil of tulle was fastened by the
bridegroom’s present, a diamond crescent,
and the queen’s brooch, set in diamonds,
glittered about her throat. Her train was
bprne by a charming little page and two
tiny maidens in satin costumes, alter the
period of Charles I.
These costumes are represented in the
second cut. The bridesmaids’ dress was
made with a white satin petticoat, with an
overskirt of white crepe de lisse. The
page’s costume was in white cloth and
satin, being of the cavalier pattern. Ilis
hat was of white felt, with long ostrich
feathers. Extreme simplicity distinguished
the wedding bouquets. The bride’s con
sisted of roses, Cape jasmine, tuberoses,
orange blossom, myrtle (in short, all the
flowers which have been sacred for centu
ries to the bridal rites), veiled by asparagus
fern, myrtle and orange foliage. The two
little bridemaids, who wore graceful
wreaths of Cape jasmine, carried posies of
Madonna lilies and Cape jasmine. Mrs.
Tennant’s bouquet was quite a masterly
study in pink, in which round curly petaled
“La France” roses hovered around sprays
of “Princess Beatrice” sweet peas like a
flight of butterflies.
It is not often that a bridegroom shines
a leading light at his wedding, but as
1 HiL COnVe . nt , ional ^ tume tor daT^ed”
dings, including a black frock coat, patent
Commissioners.
We the undersigned Banks and Bankers
will pay all Brizes drawn in The Louisiana
State Lotteries which may be presented at
our counters.
R. M. Walnt Bly, Prts. Louisiana Nat. Bk.
Pierre Laneux, Pres. State Nat’l Bank.
A. Baldwin, Pres. New Orleans Nat’l. Bk.
Carl Kobn, Pres. Union National Eank.
Grand Monthly Drawing,
At the Academy of Music, New Orleans
Tuesday, September 9, 1890.
CAPITAL PRIZE $300,000.
100,000 Tickets at f20; Halves *10; Quarters
$5; Tenths $2; Twentielbs $1.
un or rsizss.
1 PRIZE OF «::XUM0 is - tm,on
1 PRIZE OF tiuu.dto Is ■ • • WU.UUO
1 PRIZE OF 50.000 is • • • - 5 i.OCO
1 PRIZE OF 21.000 Is - • • 2 MW
2 PRIZES OF 10,000 are - 2 MX*
5 PRIZES OF 10.000 are • • • 10 000
25 PRIZES OF 1.000 are • • • 2MW
100 PRIZES OF 500 *re - - ■ • 5 MW
200 PRIZES OF 200 ar* ... OO.OOS
500 PRIZES OF 2*1 are - • • • 110.000
arraoxmaTio* rams.
100 Prizes ol :M0 sre - - - • 33,(W
100 Prises of 200 sre .... 21,OOQ
TERMINAL PBIZES.
9W Prizes of 100 are - 99,900
999 Prizes of 11)0 are ----- 99,900
3,134 Prizes amounting to • 11,054.800
AGENTS WANTED.
r Foa Club Batik, or any further informs-
IMPORTANT.
Addrtss M. A. DAUPHIN,
New Orleans, La.
or M. A. DAUPHIN,
Washington, D. C.
By ordinary letter, containing Money Order
issued by all Express Companies, New York
Exchange, Draft or Postal Note.
Address registered letters con
taining currency to
NEW OBLEANS NATIONAL BANK
New Orleans, La.
__ Louisiana State Lottery Company, which
the feupreine Court of the U. 8. has decided to
be a Contract with the State of Louisiana and
part of the Constitution of the State, does not
expire until the first of January, 1895.
The Legislature of Louisiana, which ad
journed on the 10th of July of this year, has
ordered an amendment to the Constitution of
the State to be submitted to the People at
> Hundred and Nineteen. 11
'MUM arts
. induI « ed in «the
; Into pies?
My moutl like a sucker's:
believe lb old parson was right!
A CBUMPLEllLEAF from life.
My Dear Hocsefi.l op Friends: I wonder
why I am not aa lair .ad sweet, and beautiful
as people seem to expot me to be and I won’
der what they base tdr expectations on, any-
how! 1 am sure I near gave anybody cause to
think me sweet and lantifal. I am not built
that way, and couldn do such a thine to save
my life. Generally siOking, I think very llftle
about the matter at least I've never lost
auyfsleep over it, bulrtien somebody who has
heard of, hut never s.a. looks 11 non me for tne
first time, puts on annjured air and intimates
an expectation of fin ag the lilies and rosea of
sweet sixteen notingreund on my cheeks and
hanging on to mylti then I do feel awful Ud
and so dreadfully atimed of myself that 1 doTt
know what in the ->rld to do. That's whit
happened a few weelwro when a lady caJlerPko
see me. I waa considSbly cut np about Hum
on my own accoua 1 * —% .*«. not
AtUntic species at the' least? On toe coming "to the bride’s paie whiteness
Pacific shore let womankind wear face , Th e floral bell has been dispensed wdUh
masks on the beach, let men with broad I Ute] y 08 Wng both troublesome and silly
sombreros defy the painting of the sun 1
but on onr stern and rock bound coast
the feminine sailor hat and the time
honored straw that supplants the heaver
give sunburn its full chance.
After a day at the seashore there is, on
almost any Boston face, enough local
color to set np in business a realistic
novelist or any reasonable painter in
oils. When old Sol paints red it is with
delicacy and discrimination, and an ap
parent regard for the trade in camphor
ice, cocoa butter and the tubes of roses
and glycerine.—Boston Transcript
The Dowager Queen of Portugal.
She dressed with taste and elegance,
her jewels were among the most costly
of any regent’s, and her household was
raled with an etiquette that proved that
she never forgot her rank, even if it
pleased her at times to disguise it. This
Tke Florida Irani Line,
i.
THE FLOHIDA CENTRAL
PENINSULARRAILWAY.
SHEfwffisass
The Lonlsvllle A Nashville B. B.,
SnS&UoaTe 1011 ’ It. n.w
Georgia Southern and Florida,
Six Points of Connections with the
North,
The Florida Central and Peninsular Ball
Boad
MSSHSSISS
MISS TENNANT’S BRm™ AND PAGE. SftffiKSjSSSS
The Produetloa of Slate.
The total value of all slate produced In the
United States in 1888, as shown by the cwsus
returns, is $3,444,888. Of thix amount82,775.
an is the value of 828,980 squares of roofing
slate aud $808,502 b the value of elate for
all other purposes besides roofing.
As compared with the statements ef the
tenth census report of 1880 on stone, the
roofing slate product of 188ik«s nearly twice
so great in number of squares and iu value.
A consideration of the slate used for pur
poses other than roofing appears to have
Peon omitted from the tenth census report.
The total value of all slate produced in 1888
b more than twice as great as that consld-
cred in the w»n»n8
v wee lego when a lady calle
conaidady cut np about it
“J, ““** account! sm used to It- but f
wanted very much t please and satisfy her
Shews* no great heap herself, not vereinuch
prettier than I am, b I would have swore to
the contrary in a mine, if she had asSm"
Ism dreadluliy politU I'm not a beamy, sad
I’m not .round huag people’s feelings if
there is anyway ofg.bg out of it. Tamper'
U | u 1 tan t help Ik* what I am. I didn't
select the would mfeatures are caat in-the
green and grey that dNes my eyes the ru«tv
red that covers my hs the frlckfis tbit adore
£*I»nse of my mon,™
and I don t think I nut to be held responsible
for these things, eith I do the verv test r
can with myself—I rimy bangs I nrimf. Lc
who 01 ■ BideW8 “ the^lassf?“StM
w»uch whitening oujr roun'cnance as any-
body elne-only notDown;” Ican’tuse
iVsrif' * U o Ckj - A I* ut8 on her face!
and she haa to scr with the yellow of
eKPfor an houhefore «he cun cet
the stuff off again. AiXknown friend writing
tfl DIP Iinett uekuA . t. - »» HIMUg
: . oMsaMuira inena writinir
to Die once, asked play “are you nrettv?” mwf
not knowing what mill to make and having
some curiosity on tlu-bjeot mrself, anyhoTf
concluded to ask Will thought may be he’d
inSIT* _? u ^ henI P^^uestion to him
. straight, and ithout preliminaries
what do you think ihgtoee did? Fell olfthe
porch, rolled over on jgrusg, held on to his
lanjtuutil you could have
a mile, a ndaen I walked down the
steps and deliterately&ed the young idiot in-
{^ I !K U P/ igh t P°* ll i fg*iu he caught his
kmli? h5? e * ° r declared “he didn
d never thoiiof such a thing in
the days of bis life,” t there went offinto j
other roar of mirtn in (Sternly as eve** it w
“ J-!* ! didn't witnem
Wbo^ U recent New Ym k wedd7n s V b ride.
, of t ^ 06e elands of mercy for I “aids have adopted the English'style of I MlddJo Florida Begion of Hill Conntrw
which she is famed, and which have S ear “ B hats with <*eir full dress toilete wt » n m the fineTw Count,,,
tho name ot “Angel of Char- fl 000 weddmKS are J“>t now more favored I Farming ■ —
lty. Philanthropy is with her as much I are , evening wed dmgs another fashion I “ d Ue new ’
a passion as hunting, music or painting fr ° m our , En « lish eousins. , Tobaooo Farms,
She is at the head of all Pnrrmreo^l I P,. em -*ids, as a rule, wear some article I bj no other line) some of th.m
charitable establishments, which shSTdi- a toureS'of e tihe^irion he Atthe'“ I J^^ 0n ^‘?piShMomiSl"‘’iii^'
wets in person, even to the minntest de- Tennant wedding the bridemaids’ orna- dwehinl? rej±i“ g In h .°f!rJuf^S?’ i*“ pl *
ments were crystal heart shaped lockets ! emn1o“th e ^w!SJ?£L'
surmounted by atrue lovers’ knot of tur- ed * b ^ t them ' Stretching dowJtKSSS
1 Tho Poach Country
Always to the fore if any disaster oc- .
®nred, any appeals were made to the pub- I I™* 8 and pearls,
lie purse, she did not confine her chari- Ian
table exertions to public calamities only * ^ p P™v»l by Udy Habertoa. .
prosperous
Strawberry Farms
Starke and Waldo—p
“S hour unaccompanied, si^£ shooting^
dressed in black, and nnn. r look. like “
t groves, one body beilig
hoii di “ ^ Ck n a , nd ^eh^sel I look. UkeTnVo-rd^aVpl^^^id" I ^Z^^*^** ^
hoiddare ask whither went her majesty, ® nt “ sld e the foundation b closed at the “ t)«Gulf, Stdm'm^S'oJS
for all knew she was bound on some se- | hem . forming a kind of divided skirt. This | ^Sl3 ^Uo“of re® s 8 . U . ,c ;
cret errand of mercy. Once when a ~ '
arrangement is to do away with the wear
ing of bulky petticoats. Women
portion, of the State tt remfite. point, ot
Boenlo Interest.
W * kDlU 8Prt ** iS
-.j misiwituue mm l didn’t witnem it
long, either, for I wall Away to the bock hall
door, sat me down hi A dudgeon, and vowed
i&ssr^x**#”*?** -i«SS
a m long
udent head around
grin still bus-
■sys he, “however
\i question?” No
•tempt to be serious
yon know, because
Directly he poked -hi!
tne corner of the ten
“•endedjfrom each
id you come to si
answer, and withan
he resumed, “I conldi
I—well—since you've
look tod; I think yo4H prettier "
though other folks doMtfl suppose - votiTwI
U ’ tuch doubt ! Sev-
,W *f“ d whether 1 ’wss
w»riT® 'swm*
en, and I sm equally i hTwant 3 teSE
SS?I°T ‘AW leasehold;
until I can think ot e nr better to write
‘he «me pion, t J2 kniwn re” 1 * 1 ®’
Waxahachie. Tex. Muu Dean.
SOBAPS FBOM U8EKEEPEB.
“°™* E Hoi I send yon route
tried recipe* for the 1 of Cbarmlon, Le»]
Kimmer stunted* He ecUU * Thefrmt
fritters may be made, nor you can aub-
sttote cream for the i hsve cream puflh.
The Uttle poem wtfib, efor the mother,
who have to teach the » speeches,* thin*
“at takes np many 4 tether’s time and
pautuce.
her ^^^r^ne^th^w^ro^G. 66111 ? f " dress ref °™ will tvitr thedirid^dskirt riveiTii^nUfuTaid rom T th ® <°*uuu)
saiety, sue sternly forbade him to di- I notion,
vulge what he had seen or to
her anonymity. Iu all cases of distress
brought under her notice she desires if
poamble to judge for herself and behold
with her own eyes.
It was no uncommon sight to see her I or color to the material of the I “»ch sUention ’bom^HTtlre'riSn* iS,
,r hedral a f ter “°ming kt Ufl h0pe> PrOVe 0nly * I—
Echoes from tho World of Fashion.
Velvet sleeves and silk sleeves are worn
with woolen dresses.
wl! r h » of route,
giwe.sto^gdownto P th^?l^r h uSr f JtL*I««
iiS?" •*
Sleeves which have no reference either of
in texture or color to the material of the I much attentlnn ^, l^!I^*^^.1?*“. 0 . , j*** attracted
_ —— r | —q 1- | The settler will find ou tho Un* *
pie, who knelt as she p^d'k^d^ J b^lojrf 0 ” j ?” led ‘•““Dug*- Crystal I
^ofherd^orprraXet P^d^Lr^pK
bon. These she invariably took in her ‘dress looks aa if theB«jnter Mixed Farmln*. Stock arZJZ
own hand and read <m her retnmhomT With jewelry. “ | '^“k. Peoeli
—Leisure Hour. 1
llqnor bulsbed b^o & SffflSLuSE »**2£Z3&' , 2 I H2 UM V th «* r,
■ j*——- 8taumw ’
Santbr. baltee.
A Q**rj.
“I have been spending a part of my va>
cation on a farm-areal, professional ^
»c3SS£3«* esmwSSb*.
ha. made the following ibt ofTe^uog
people’s calls to various kinds of animahe 7 1 cathedralm Thte^SS I. ™I ot ol
TO
musical talent. He was 5 or 5 yean old I
shortened into boh, boh, boh.)
||To sheep—Ca-day’, ca-day*. ca*lay’!
!P™^ eS '^ j ? ck ’> co-jock’l out, but he knewthe wholeof tw
T\> swine—Poo-ig’, poo-ig’, poo-ig’I f work, team bearin* hi. mnrka great
•nto hena-Chick, chick, chick! I practicing it. Mme. Albani < ?^f a - tly
J*® «“ understand the origin of Stot, in Scotland, notfarfrom ^
most of these calls. When the fapnow mw* I and she freauentiv v,* e t4. T? 11 “*^ Tnnr *l*
out to call hb cattle he aimnlv anflk? I has a *reat1?kin» / V S? tB the A ueen > Who
Lattato shouting tern, boo, boo. P J*rtwh£? I -N«^^k b Triegra5n the P ° PDlar soprana
ho calb hb sheep with efoday, CfotayTSS
kb hones with co-jock, co-jock, what Un-
«“*■» doe » *e speak?—Boston Transcript.
Telegram.
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