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CHAT.
Did jou ever Btop and try to realize the secret
# elixir there is in a fresh sweet laugh? The chil-
* dren just open their mouths, ami no sweeter
music can be heard than the laughter they give
so freely. Then think how little it takes to be
instrumental in the making of such music; a
little toy mended or a picture or some of the
time we want to devote to fancy work or our
new book.
Frairie Flower, that is such a true question
one can afford to repeat it and let it be often be
fore them. We see people daily that smile and
shine in the eyes of the world and are termed
heartless, whose life is one long struggle to keep
us from knowing what is in that heart. Pride
and ambition are mighty agents in keeping us
ignorant and practice sometimes smooths ou t
many rough lines in these hearts. Sorrow and
scorn oiten put a veil before us. sorrow that the
idol has clay feet and scorn that the world is so
full of the same kind we can find few to sympa
thize with us.
How are you going to spend these long winter
evenings? How many of you wfli read a book
and write and tell us of it.
Hans Von Si&i&r, tell us of your Sunny South
club.
Last night we read Meb Lady, by Thomas
Nelson Page, and a truer, sweeter story is not
written. How many of us know such characters
as Billy; and how blind love is, too!
“See that my grave is here near mother,” 1
heard a poor wretch say, as he leaned against
the fence of the plot cf laLd in God’s acre con
taining his family. Dissipation had absorbed
all he possessed and now that the last foot of
the family possession had slipped him. he often
spoke of his mother’s grave. Strange it seems
that most of us can put so much stress on where
this clay tenement shall rest Kre a century
passes we are disturbed by Progress or Neglect,
llow many cemeteries can you count that are
one hundred years old and proportionately
large? Many' of us can tell of numbers of them
that furnish right of way for Progress in the
lorm of a railroad or have been given into the
Lands of Neglect. This seems a doleful subject
for so bright a circle, but we must remember
tiiat’tis not recorded how loug we may live.
Some einic once said: * If our life was truth
fully portrayed on our tombstone it might be a
restraint to many.” Who could bear the idea of
having “here lies the body oi John Meisner, the
greatest liar and sponge in Florence.”
Verily a cemetery would afford varied reading
and serve as records more suggestive of thought
than they now do.
“Of all things, deliver me from a season with
these candid people,’’ said May, when the sub
ject was up for discussion. I know my short
comings. and some things lam very well pleased
with, they’d have me seeing faults in if I just
allowed them to commence. “Dear, I know it s
not pleasant, but let me tell you;” and on they
go.” Sometimes candor is only a polite term
for egotism, and that’s not pleasant. ’Tis hard
to draw the line sometimes, don’t you think.’ I
leave the question to the Household.
Mother Hubbard.
of beauty; but the wind does not blow and the
sui 6et is fading. Each moment it grows less
and less brilliant. Soon, in a very little while,
it will be gone and, the dull grey cloud will
never have known what It was to b# touched by
its glory and made radiant with its light And
wh ch, when the sun has withdrawn it* rays
and the clouds look the same, do you think will
be the happier, those that for a little while were
tinted with the hues of the rainbow, or those
whose color never changed? “Those whose
color never changed.” You say, I do not think
it. I do not believe that a bright yesterday can
make a dark today seem darker. If I could
choose for one entering upon life I would say,
whatever their afternoon and evening were to
be, let their morning be bright. In middle-life
and old age how sad to have a sad childhood to
look back upon, to have no glad hours to recall
when the day is long and the heart is filled with
bitterness and uniest. But how I ramble, and
how the clouds have changed since I began to
talk! Look now at those nearest thehorison. and
tell me what they resemble. That slow shaking
of jour head means that you can think of noth
ing. Well neither can I sometimes; but just
now it is all as plain to me as a painted picture.
That large white and crimson cloud opposite
my fl Jger is a great ship wrecked at 6ea. Look
at its torn flags and sails and the blue water
washing its keel; while that small dark cloud
over there is a mau clinging to a raft and crying
Don’t you see his u
for help. Don’t you see his uplifted arm and
the suppliant attitude of his body and limbs.
He Is drowning and there is no one to rescue
him. Perhaps he is the “Castaway” that Cooper
wrote about. You remember him don’t you?
How the mariner and his mates were ail swept
‘ headlong from on board,” while the reluctant
ship was carried onward by the storm, leaving
them to perish, each alone.
‘No voice divine the storm allayed,
No light propitious shone
When snatched from all effectual aid
We perished—each alone !
But I beneath a rougher sea.
And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.”
I never read or repeat those last lines but a
tear dims my eyes for the great unhappy soul
who penned them. How God-abandoned and
friend-forsaken he must have felt! But he is in
Heaven now safe and calm.
Some one has kindled a fire in the sitting
room. 1 hear it sparkle. Come, let us go in
there and draw the curtains and light the can
dles; for I’ve a new book I want you to read aloud
while I finish that bit of lace work I began last
week. Ellen Starwood.
Dear Moteek Hubrard: As I am an L. B., I
won’t ask for but a small space in the House
hold columns.
I thought perhaps some mothers here who do
not know a quick and sure remedy when their
little ones are troubled with sore throat, Wuuld
pause in their discussion of the poets and lfcten
to that important question. When it is first
known (this remedy is for both old and youngj
let the child swallow about a quarter of a tea
spoon of dry sulphur. When there is no white
ness in the throat; one dose is all that is neces
sary in most cases; but if the throat is white,
give smaller doses, and I find that if applied
with a mop, a small stick with a piece of cloth
wrapped around one end answers admirably,
and it will stay on much better. If the patient
is old enough to g&rgie, a gargle of strong alum
water will cleanse the throat before applying
the sulphur.
As it makes “we L. B. V’ bashful to talk about
freckles before our modest boys, I’ll tell ve
wiser beads that 1 can give you the address of a
lady who can remove ail the little beauties that
make pretty folks ugly. Two of my sisters who
were very freckled, have love y complexion
now. Besides removing freckles, it bleaclies
and takes all of the pimples, blackheads, etc.,
out of toeskin. Mother Ji. f if you would like
to publish the address for the benefit of your
writers, I will lake pleasure in sending it to
you.
For fear my cousins will think I’m about to
desert them, I’ll say good-by. By the way. don’t
you think I’ll make a real nice ’ Doctor’s” wife.’
loudly, Nell Nightengale.
bend the address. Nell; or, better still, bring it
leal soon. M. H.
DOES ANY ONE KNOW?
Dear Holslholdiks: Yes, Monte Cristo, it is
lonely out on the piairies sometimes, and in the
dawn of these October days the wind whistles by
with a moan. For sweet Charity’s sake thtu
iet me come into the sanctum and talk awhile.
1 w ouuer w ho loves the fall as 1 do! Could 1
wield some gifted author s pen 1 would weave
the truest, sweetest romances in these mystical,
magical days; were the artist’s power mine, my
pencil would shadow forth the fairest, daintiest
things, inspired by autumn.
The dread of the darkness, the love of the day,
The ebb and the ilow
Of hope, and of doubt forever and aye,
Does anyone knjw?
Does any one hearken to music of bells,
And the sigh of the sea,
And the wnisper of woodland that murmurs
and swells
For you and for mi?
3 he sound of fond voices that ever respond.
In tones soft and low,
To tne prayer we are breathing into .he beyond
Does any one kno w ? ’
1 repeat the ref rain. “Does any one know?”
and the force of another, “Every heart knoweth
its own sorrow,’ which so often extends the
quivering hearts'*rings until almost they cease
to vibrate, convince me that each mu-1 learn
for himself this sad. sau lesson of life. Yet, ine-
ihinks, if others could know >o mocking, haunt
ing & word as misunderstood woula not ring iu
one’s ears so often, and so long.
The melancholy days have cast their spell
around me, but not ior all time, even uovv a
faint smile lingt rs somewhere in the distance,
and I’m almost sure a saucy nod from Musa
Dunn would bring the recreant home. Don’t
you believe if? well you do, don’t you M:ss
Ellen? no |our merry Ellen Starwood eituer, but
our own Cornflower; we called her teat just for
fun,, because that’s what the parson said, and
the parson ought to know, but y»/U must know
ner ooua tide name is pretty as can be, and suits
so well her lair sweet face. Tne par&ou too is
uot a real, living, breatuiug parson, but we had
to call him that, because of tne sanctimonious
look he would assume, when meditating some
especially marvelous tale, with which to regale
his unsuspecting (V > liskneis. Maybe you uon’t
know I’ve been to see Cornflower, this summer.
Well, when “winter s snowy pinions shake the
white down in t-e air,” making summer rem
iniscences doubly dear, 1 expect 1’U talk to
you about it Fntil men, don’t forget one who
sends love to Mother Hubbard, and best wishes
to a:l. I’RAlRlEl LOWKK
A CHAT IN THE TWILIGHT.
If you are fond of sunset scenery and have the
leisure, come sit dow n by me at tnis open win
dow , and I will show you something worth re
membering. Yes, there is a chair here right at
my side, and it has long rockers and a cushioned
seat and arms to welcome you with. How invit
ing it looks! “Come,” it seems to say ‘and rest
if you are tired, or dream if you are happy.”
Ah! I thought you’d be persuaded; now putthis
foot stool under your feet and draw this shawl
about your shoulders, for it is September and the
*ir Is cool and look iu the west at tnose' clouds.
Did you ever see anything so lovely? For an
hour I’ve been watching them—watching them
change from rugged sombre masses into turrets
and piunacies and shapes of human forms,
some of them, those on the r ght, are all gold
and crimson, while the ones just opposite us are
a dull g ey. These are not beautiful; but I like
to look at them for they set me thinking of dull
grey lives tnat are near enough the bright sun
light of happiness to see how beautiful it makes
others, >et too far, for it ever to reach them.
What a little distance there is between that gor
geously tinted cloud and the one with the pur
ple hue If only a south wind would blow how
quickly the latter would go sailing into the
sunset’* glow and be transformed into a thing
DAUGHTERS OF EVE.
Mme. Dis Debar Inis £one into the spook
picture business again.
Ellen Terry says that an actress can get
on without beauty, hut she cannot possibly
gain distinction without “the three great
requisites: Imagination, individuality and
industry.”
Eighteen children have been lx>rn to
Mrs. .Tacoba Osterling, of Iioseland, Ills.,
during a married life of fourteen years.
She is the mother of five pairs of twins and
one set of triplets.
Mark Twain’s mother, Mrs. Jane Clem
ens, who died in Keokuk, la., recently, was
in her youth noted for her beauty’ and
vivacity, characteristics which remained
with her to her death.
Miss Rachel Sherman, the general’s
daughter, is so well posted in politics that
she is an invaluable assistant to her father
in supplying him with names and dates
that have grown dim in his mi ml.
Mrs. Ballington Booth, wife of the head
of the Salvation Army in this country, con
ducted a marriage service in the barracks
in New’ Y'ork recently, to witness w’hich
about ‘.300 persons paid twenty-five cents
each.
Mrs. Addison Cammack lately’ gave a
dinner which was decorated with Ameri
can Beauty roses. These roses w’ere placed
in a large silver bowl in the center of the
table ami after the dinner were distributed
among the ladies.
Miss Bruce Price, the daughter of Bruce
Price, the distinguished New York archi
tect, is handsome and statuesque. She is
very tall and stately, has soft brow’n eyes,
lustrous browu hair, and is an unusually
clever and accomplished girl.
Mrs. Fawcett, the widow of the blind
postmaster general of England and mother
of M iss Philippa Fawcett, who ranked
above the senior wrangler at Oxford, is
herself one of the best speakers iu Great
Britain. Mrs. Fawcett is noted as a horse
woman and mountain climber.
PERSONAL MENTION.
What the People Are Doing and
Saving,
Bismarck has started a steam dairy at
his Varzin retreat.
Henry D. Macdonald, the well known
financial writer, is an uncle of itudyard
Kipling.
Mr. Bullock, of Florida, who has thir
teen children, has the largest family of any
member of congress.
The Count of Parks thinks Sherman was
the greatest, because the most original gen
eral produced by our war.
Antonio de Navarro, the husband of
Mary Anderson, has come into a legacy of
•350,000, left him by the late Francis Dr
ken, of New York.
William Walter Phelps has discovered a
great similarity between the tastes and
manners of the Germans and those of the
people of New England.
Bishop Keane, president of the Catholic
university in Washington, who delivered
a divinity lecture at Harvard, is the first
of his sect to appear nnder such auspices.
The Duke of Buccleuch possesses landed
estates which in point of value are far the
most considerable in the United Kingdom.
He owns 400,000 acres, worth over £230,000
a year.
The real name or John Fiske, the his
torian and essayist, is Edmund Fiske
Green, lie changed his name when a hoy,
upon the death of his father and the second
marriage of his mother.
Edward Everett Hale, the Boston preach
er, is 7!) years old. He preaches, edits a
magazine and a weekly newspaper, leads
missious, dips into politics and is president
of innumerable societies.
The “Napoleon of tract distributers,” Mr.
Charles Watson, of Halifax, England, has
just died. lie worked for temperance
only, and for more than forty jears scat
tered tracts gratuitously.
John Hackley, who has given a $100,00C
library building to Muskegon, Mich.,
worked his way from Baltimore to that
city twenty years ago, a poor boy, on a
lumber vessel. lie made a fortune iu lum
ber.
Baron Nordcnskjold, the Norwegian
Arctic explorer, is sanguine of the success
of the projected expedition to the North
Pole. He believes the discovery of the Pole
may furnish the key to many unsolved
problems.
John Adams, a Chicago car driver, is
worth $1!5,<J0U. lie has been working for
the same company—the North Side—about
fifteen .t ears, and is said by the company
to be as honest as the day is long, lie is
unmarried.
J. Klfrcth Watkins, curator of the di
vision of transportation and engineering
In tiie Smithsonian Institution, says he
would uot be surprised if within ten years
aerial navigation should become au accom
plished fact.
Congressman McKinley, on the author
ity of his pastor, "is an inveterate smoker.
He knows what a good cigar is and geuer
ally uses that kind, but in the absence of
a good one he can get along with a ‘stinker'
and seems to enjoy it.”
Dr. K ouebart-dey, a professor of medicine
In St. Petersburg, completed a lecture on
acids, poured some drops in a glass, said to
his class: “Attention. In two minutes
you will see a man die. Good-by.” He
drank the liquid, took out his watch and
•panted the seconds until he dropped dead.
TALMAGE’S SERMON,
STRANGE TALES.
ROYAL FLUSHES.
Spain's little king has an income of £200,-
(100 a year.
The Prince of Wales has a collection of
over 170 walking sticks.
Nearly 20,000 pounds of bread are daily
eaten iu the sultan of Turkey's household.
It costs the English government $2,962,000
annually to support Queen Victoria and
her family.
The empress of Russia, formerly the Prin-
oess Dagmar.was once one of the most noted
beauties in Europe.
The ex-emperor of Brazil is occupying
himself chiefly with studies iu Sanscrit,
Hebrew, Arabic and Greek.
The crown princess of Brazil and her
husband are the tenants of a small villa
in CHangy park, near Versailles.
The Empress Frederika has bought a
castle that was once Luther's home, and
intends to establish a charitable institution
therein.
The hereditary Prince of Waldeck-Pyr-
mont, Prince Maximilian, of Baden, who
is a nephew of the grand duke, will visit
England to seek a wife.
In the treasury of the sultan of Turkey
is a gold cradle, studded with diamonds,
it is kept under guard in Constantinople,
and iu it a dozen sultans have been rocked.
The czarowitz, the eldest son of the czar,
is a handsome young man of 23. He has a
tall figure, a powerful physique, and is a
colonel in the Imperial guard. He is said
to show considerable talent for the military
profession.
Lord Salisbury has advised the queen to
confer the Grand Cross of the Order of the
Star of India upon the sultan of Zanzibar,
and her majesty has consented to do so,
but it bus not yet been decided when his
majesty is to be invested or by whom.
Iowa physicians are interested in a ffrop-
■lcal patient who has been tapped 141 times
and goes about tiie household duties not
withstanding. »
At Holly-Springs, Ga., a dog fell into a
well and staid there fourteen days liefore
his owner found him. He was taken out
and is doing well.
Charles Youngberger, o f Clinton, la., fell
from his wagon on some sawdust, a dis
tance of two feet, breaking his neck arid
causing instant death.
A horse in Waterbury, Conn., is inordi
nately fond of pie, and often, walking to
the kitchen door, refuses to leave until his
appetite for the dainty is satisfied. J
There is a wonderful well down near Del
Morte, Colo. The force of the water brings
■p from the depths an occasional lump of
native silver or a gold nugget.
A single hair can support a weight of two
nonces, and it is so clastic that it may be
atntched to one-third of its entire length
and then regain its former size aud condi
tion.
A law h;»s been promulgated at Har-
dangcr, in Norway, to the effect that no
girl shall be eligible for the marriage state
TiTit.il s he is proficient in spinning, knitting
and baking.
A blind old soldier, asking for alms at a
Manchester, England, church door, had a
board hung round his neck inscribed us fol
lows: “Engagements, 6; wounds, 10; chil
dren, C; total, 24.”
Chambers county, Ala., has a 12-veur old
i negro girl who has been gradually^urniug
j white for the past five years. The doctors
i say she has hicopathia, an acquired nun-
hereditary skin disease.
Many natives in India still believe that
the laud is governed by one Jan Ivurnpani
Bahadur, or “Big Chief John Company,”
who is supposed to be the husband of her
majesty the Queen Empress.
Several Japanese editors have been sen
tenceff to four years’ imprisonment with
hard labor fur speaking disrespectfully of
the emperor Jiinmn, who, if he ever ex
isted, lived about. COO years ago.
Among the early English patents is an
amusing on<- granted in 1632 for “a fish call,
or a looking giasse for fishes i n the sea, very-
useful for the fishers to call all kinds of
fishes to their nets, spearts or hooks.”
Out at the Folsom prison. Oregon, there
is a horse that has developed an earnest de
sire to cat all the red an l green peppers he
can get hold of. ’IJhe animal behaves just
like any ether horse except in this particu
lar.
At the extremity of South America is a
curious sea fowl which flies only when
young. As it attains maturity it loses the
power of flight, and can only swim, and
thus, though a bird, is no better off than a
fish.
America has a lake which bears a unique
distinction. It is located in the Yosemite
valley and is called Mirror lake. On ac
count of the height and sheer descent of the
surrounding mountains the sun does not
rise upon it until 11:30 in the morning and
lets seventy-three minutes later.
An Orchestra in a Baptist Church.
The unusual sound of orchestr:.. instru
ments tilled the First Baptist church Sun
day night, and made the simple “gospel
hymns” seem more than ever inspiring to
the congregation. The innovation has
been made with such successful results
that it is the purpose of the church to con
tinue the orchestral accompaniments and
hold regular Sunday evening services of
■ong. The introduction of other instru
ments than the organ into the church was
not made without a good deal of considera
tion, although the Sunday school has had
orchestral accompaniment for some time,
the only Sunday school in the city enjoy
ing snch music, with the single exception
of that at the First Methodist Episcopal
church.
It is the only Baptist chnrch in the state
which has a church orchestra, and the
directors think that it is, perhaps, the only
one south of Boston, where a full orchestra
la one of the features of the service at Tre-
mont temple. Catholic and Protestant
Episcopal churches have long made use of
orchestral instruments on special occa
sions or feast days of the church, and
within the last few yean other denomin*-
tkms are gradually adopting the custom.
At the service Sunday night the orchestra
consisted mainly of stringed instruments,
hot both stringed and wind instruments
will be used at thaw services.—Bsltimon
Advised Uis People to Work Sunday.
A parish clergyman in West Somerset
shire announced on a recent Sunday morn
ing that he would not preach a sermon be
cause it wits most important that the hay
should be got. in at once, as the weather
showed signs of breaking np, and accord
ingly most of the men in the congregation
at once proceeded to the fields and made
tbs best of the fine afternoon.—London
Tit-Bits.
Senator Joe Brown, of Georgia, is one of
the most curions public characters in the
sonth, as well as one of the wealthiest men
in the nation. His fortune has been esti
mated as high as 160.000,000. He is said to
look more like a down-at-the-heel book
agent than a renatoc.
Charming people, these exceptional
peoplel Here’s a medicine—Dr. Pierce’s
Golden Medical Discovery for Instance,
and it's cured hundreds, thousands
thst’re known, thousands thst’re un
known, and yet yonrs is an exceotional
easel Do yon think that that bit of hu
man nature which yon call "1” is differ
ent from the other parcels of human na
tnref “Bat yon don't- know my case.”
Good friend, in ninety-nine ont of a hun
dred cases, the canoes are the same—Im
pure blood-and that’s why “Golden Medi
cal Discovery” cores ninety nine ont of
every hundred. Ton may betheexcep
tion. And yon may not. Bat would yon
rather bo the exception: or would yon
rather be wellf If you’re the exception it
costs yon nothing, yon got your money
back—bat suppose It cures yonf
Let the “Golden Medical Discovery”
take the risk.
Brooklyn, Nov. 9.—Today Dr. Talmage
preached the seventh of his course of ser
mons on his recent tour in Palestine. As on
previous Sundays the sermon was preached
before two large audiences. In the morn
ing it .was preached in the Academy of
Music, in this city, and at night Dr.Talmage
preached it again in the New York Academy
of Music w hich The Christian Herald con
tinues to rent for these services. During
the six meetings thus far held in New
York 90,000 people have endeavored to
hear Dr. Talmage preach. Of these 30,000
have been admitted and 60,000 have been
turned away for lack of accommodation.
Following is the sermon from the text,
“So I lifted up mine eyes the way toward
the north” (Ezekiel viii, 5):
At 1 o'clock on a December afternoon
through Damascus gate we are passing out
of Jerusalem for a journey northward. Ho
for Bfethei. with i;s stairs, the bottom step
of which was a stone pillow; and Jacob’s
well, with its immortal colloquy: and Naz
areth, with its divine boy in his father’s
carpenter shop, and the most glorious lake
that ever rippled or flashed—
blue Galilee, sweet Galilee,
The late where Jesus loved to be;
and Damascus, with its crooked street
called Straight, and a hundred places
charged and surcharged with apostolic,
evangelistic, prophetic, patriarchal, kingly
and Christly reminiscences.
In traveling along the roads of Palestine
I am impressed, as I could not otherwise
have been, with the fact that Christ for the
most part went afoot. \Ve find him occa
sionally on a bout, and once riding in a tri
umphal procession, as it is sometimes
called, although it seems to me that the
hosanna-.of thecrowdcould not have made
a ride on a stubborn, unimpressive and
funny creature like that which pattered
with him into Jerusalem very much of a
triumph. But we are made to understand
that generally he walked. How much that
means only those know who have gone
over the distance traversed by Christ.
We are accustomed to read that Bethany
is two miles from Jerusalem. Well, any
man in ordinary health can walk two
miles without fatigue. But uot more than
one man out of a thousand can walk from
Bethany to Jerusalem without exhaustion.
It is over the Mount of Olives, and you
mnst climb up among the rolling stones
aud descend where exertion Is necessary to
keep you from faliiDg prostrate. I, who
am accustomed to walk fifteen or twenty-
miles without lassitude, tried part of this
road over the Mount of Olives, and confess
I would not want to try it olteu, such de
mand does it make upon one's physical
energies. Yet Christ walked it twice a
day—in the morning from Bethany to
Jerusalem, and iu the evening from Jeru
salem to Bethany.
VIEW FROM MOUNT SCOPUS.
Likewise it seemed a small thing that
Christ walked from Jerusalem to Naza
reth. But it will take us four days of hard
horseback riding, sometimes ou a trot and
sometimes ou a gallop, to do it this week.
The way is mountainous iu the extreme.
To those who went up to the Tip Top
house ou Mount Washington before the
railroad was laid I will say that this
journey from Jerusalem to Nazareth is
like seven such American journeys. So,
all up aud dowu and across aud recrossing
Palestine, Jesus walked. Ahab rode.
David rode. Solomon rode. Herod rode.
Antony rode. But Jesus walked. With
swollen ankles aud sore muscles of the
legs, and bruised heel and stiff joints and
panting lungs anU faint head, along the
roads and where there were no roads at
all Jesus walked.
We tried to get a new horse other than
that on which we had ridden ou the jour
ney to the Dead sea, for he had faults which
our close acquaintanceship had developed.
Bnt after some experimenting with other
quadrupeds of that species, aud finding
that all horses, like their riders, have
faults, we concluded to choose a saddle on
that beast whose faults we were most pre
pared to pity or resist. We rode down
through the valley and then up ou Mount
Scopus and, as our dragoman tells us that
this is the last opportunity we shall have
of looking at Jerusalem, we turn our
horse’s head toward the city aud take a
long, sad and thrilling look at the relig
ious capital of our planet. This is the
most impressive view of the most tremen
dous city of all time.
Ou aud around this hill the armies of the
crusaders at the first sight of the city
threw themselves ou their faces iu worship.
Here most of the besieging armies en
camped the night before opening their vol
leys of death against Jerusalem. Our last
look! Farewell, Mouut Zion, Mount Mo
riah, Mount of Olives, Mouut Calvary!
Will we never see them again? Never.
The world is so large and time is so short,
and • there are so many things we have
never seeu at all, that we cannot afford to
duplicate visits or see anything more than
-juee. Farewell, yonder thrones of gray
rock, aud the three thousand years of
architecture aud battlefields. Farewell,
sacred, sanguinary, triumphant, humili
ated Jerusalem! Across this valley of the
Kedrou with my right hand L throw thee a
kiss of valedictory. Our last look, like our
first look, au agitation of body, mind aud
soul indescribable.
TILE CORPSE CUT INTO TWELYf PIECES.
And now, like Ezekiel in my text, I lift
up mine eyes the way toward the north.
Near here w;is one of the worst tragedies
of the ages mentioned in the Bible. A hos
pitable,old mau coming home at eventide
from his work in the fields fiuds two stran
gers, a husband aud wife, proposing to
lodge in the street because uo shelter is of
fered them, am! invites them to come in
and spend the night iu his home. Dur
ing the night the ruffians of the neigh
borhood conspired together, aud sur
rounded the house, and left the wom-
dead on the doorstep, and the
husband, to rally in revenge the twelve
tribes, cut the corpse of the woman into
twelve parts and sent a twelfth of it to
each tribe, and the fury of the nation was
roused, and- a peremptory demand was
made for the surrender of the assassins,
and, the demand refused, in one day twen
ty thousand people were left dead on the
field and the next day eighteen thousand.
Wherever our horse today plants his foot
in those ancient times a corpse lay, and the
roads were crossed by red rivulets of car
nage.
Now we pass on to where seven youths
were put to death and their bodies gib
beted or hung in chains, not for anything
they bad themselves done, bnt as a repa
ration for what their father and grand
father, Saul, had done. Burial was denied
these youths from May until November.
RiT.pnh t (he mother of two of these dead
uuja, appoints nerseir as senunei to guard
the seven corpses from beak of raven and
tooth of wolf aud paw of lion. She pitches
a black tent ou the rock close by the
gibbets. Uizpah by day sits on the
ground iu front of her tent, and when
a vulture begins to Lower out of the
noonday sky seeking its prey among the
gibbets Rizpah rises, her long hair fly
ing in the wind, and swinging her
arms wildly about shoos away the bird of
prey until it retreats to its eyrie. At night
she rests under theshadow of her tent, and
sometimes falls into a drowsiness or half
sleep. But the step of a jackal among the
dry leaves or the panting of a hyena arouses
her, and with the fury of a maniac she
rushes out upon the rock crying, “Away!
Away!” and then, examining the gibbets
to see that they «hh keep their burden, re
tains again to her tent till some swooping
fjom__Uis_mldnigbt sky or some
gWWBng
THE GIBBETS IS AMXBICA.
A mother watching her dead children
through May, Jane, July, August, Sep
tember and October! What a vigil! Paint-
ana the foundations of hie palace
would give way, and the bank of heaven
would suspend payment, and the dark
word “repudiation” would be written
across the.skv, and the eternal government
would be disbanded and God himself would
ere have tried to put upon canvas the scene, become an exile. Keep on with your
and they succeeded in sketching the hawks prayer, and you will yet find your child in
in the sky and the panthere crawling out the temple,'either the temple here or the
from the jungle, but they fail to give the j temple above.
wanness, the earnestness, the supernatural j a Christian woman’s prayer.
courage, the infinite self sacrifice of Rizpah, [ Out on the western prairies was a happy
the mother. A mother in the quiet home . but isolated home. Father, mother and
watching by the casket of a dead child for , c hi]d. By the sale of cattle quite a large
one night exerts the artist to his utmost, sam of m0 i.ey was one night in that cabin,
bnt who is sufficient to pat upon canvas a and the father was away. A robber who
mother for six months of midnights guard-I had heard of the money one night looked
ing her whole family, dead and gibbeted . in ^ the window, and the wife and mother
upon tbe mountains? | Q f (hat home saw him and she was help-
Go home, Rizpah! Yon mnst be awfully j ]ess Her c hil»j by her side, she knelt down
tired \ on are sacrificing your reason and j and praye d among other things for all
ywir life for those whom you can never | pro digals who were wandering up and
taing back again to your bosom. As I say i down the world. The robber heard her
that from the darkest midnight of the prayer and was overwhelmed and en-
eentory Rizpah turns upon me and cries:
“How dare you tell me to go home? I am
a mother. I am not tired. Yon might as
well expect God to get tired as for a mother
to get tired. I cared for those boys when
they lay on my breast in infancy, and I
will not forsake them now that they are
dead. Interrupt me not. There stoops an
eagle that I must drive back with my
agonized cry. There is a panther I must
beat back with my club!”
Do you know what that scene by onr
roadside in Palestine makes me think of?
It is no unusual scene. Right here in these
tered the cabin and knelt beside her
and began to pray. He had come to
rob that house, but the prayer of that
woman for prodigals reminded him of his
mother and her prayers before be became
a vagabond, aud from that hour he began
a new life. Years after that woman was
in a city in a great audience, and the ora
tor who came on the platform and plead
gloriously for righteousness aud God was
the man who many years before had looked
into the cabin on the prairie as a robber.
The speaker and the auditor immediately
recognized e;u;U other. After so long a
, ... , , . . | iCGUoUlZCU UbiiCi . AlvGi
three cities by the American sea coast . time
a mother’s prayers answered
there are a thousand cases this moment
worse than that. Mothers watching boys
But we must hurry on, for the muleteers
and baggage men have been ordered to
Uiat the ram saloon, that annex of hell, | pitch our tents for to-night at Bethel. It
has gibbeted in a living death. Boys hung , ; s already getting so dark that we have to
in chains of evil habit they cannot break. J (rjve up all idea of guiding the horses, and
The father may go to sleep after waiting ; leave them to thei rown sagacity. We ride
until 12 o clock at night for the ruined J down amid mud cabins and into ravines,
boy to come home and, giving it np, he where the horses leap from depth to depth,
may say, ‘ Mother, come to bed; there’s no roeks below rocks, rocks under rocks,
use sitting up any longer.” But mother. Whoa! Whoa! We dismount in this
will not go to bed. It is 1 o clock in the : place, memorable for many things in Bible
morning. It is half-past L It is 2 o’clock.
It is half-past 2 when he comes staggering
through the hall.
| history, the two more prominent a theo-
i logical seminary, where of old they made
| ministers, and for Jacob’s dream. The
j students of this Bethel Theological semi
nary were called “sons of the prophets.”
I Here the young men were fitted for the
j ministry, aud those of us who ever hail the
I advantage of such institutions will ever
lastingly be grateful, and in the calendar
of saints, .which I read with especial affec
tion, are the doctors of divinity who blessed
me with their care.
I thank God that from these theological
I seminaries there is now coming forth a
Do you say that young man is yet alive?
No; he is dead. Dead to his father's en
treaties. Dead to his mother’s prayers.
Dead to the family altar where lie was
reared. Dead to all the noble ambitions
that once inspired him. Twice dead. Only
a corpse of what he once was. Gibbeted
before God and rnan and ange.ls and devils.
Chained in a death that will not loosen its
cold grasp. His father is asleep, his broth
ers are asleep, his sisters are asleep; but
his mother is watching him, watching him ] magnificent crop of voting ministers, who
in the night. After he has gone up to bed aie taking the pulpits in nii parts of
and fallen into a drunken sleep his mother | t he land. I hail their coming, and tell
will go up to his room and see that he is j these young brothers to shake off the som-
properly covered, and before she turns out J nolencc of centuries, and get out from urr
the light will put a kiss upon his bloated | d fcr the dusty shelves of theological discus-
’ j sions which have no practical hearing on
i this age, which needs to get rid of its sins
lips. “Mother, why don't you go to bed
“Ah!” she says, “I cannot go to bed. Iam
Rizpah watching the slain!”
A POINTED POLITICAL SUGGESTION.
And what are the political parties of this
country doing for such cases? They are
taking care not to hurt the feelings of the
jackals and buzzards that roost on the
shelves of the grog shops and hoot above
the dead. 1 am often asked to what polit
ical party 1 belong, and I now declare my
opinion of the political parlies today. Each
one is worse than the other, and theouly
consolation in regard to them is that they
have putrefied until they have uo more
power to rot. Oh, that comparatively
tame scene upon which Rizpah looked!
She looked upon only seven of the slain.
American motherhood and American wife
hood this moment are looking upon sev
enty of the slain, upon seven hundred of
the slain, upon seventy thousand of the
slain. Woe! woe! woe!
My only consolation on this subject is
that foreign capitalists are buying up the
American breweries. The present owners
see that the doom of that business is com
as surely as that God is not dead. They
are unloading upon foreign capitalists,
and when we can get. these breweries into
the hands of people living ou the other
side of the sea our political parties will
cease to he afraid of the liquor traffic, and
at their conventions nominating presiden
tial candidates will put in their platform
a plank as big as the biggest plank of the
biggest ocean steamer, saying: “Resolved
unanimously that we always have been
and always will be opposed to alcoholism.”
But 1 mast spar on our Arab steed, and
here we come in sight of Beeroth, said to
be the place where Joseph and Mary missed
the hoy Jesus on the way from Jerusalem
to Nazareth, going home now from a great
national festival. "Where is ray child,
Jesus?” says Mary. “Where is my child,
Jesus?” says Joseph. Among the thou
sands that are returning from Jerusalem
they thought that certainly he was walk
ing on in the crowd. They described him,
saying: “He is 12 years old, and of light
complexion aud bine eyes. A lost child!”
Great excitement in ail the crowd. Noth
ing so stirs folks as the news that a cl old
is lost. I shall not forget the scene when,
in a great outdoor meeting. I was preach
ing, and some one stepped on the platform
and said that a child was lost. We went
on with the religious service, but all our
minds were on the lost child.
After a while a rnan brought ou the plat
form a beautiful little tot that looked like
a piece of heaven dropped dowu, and said,
“Here is that child.” And I forgot all that
I was preaching about, and lifted the child
to my shoulder and said, “Here is the lost
child, and t he mother will come and get
her right away, or I will take her home
and add her to my own brood!” And some
cried aud some shouted, and amid all that
crowd 1 instantly detected the mother. Ev
erybody had to get out of her way or be
walked over. Hats were nothing aud
shoulders were nothing and heads were
nothing in her pathway, and I realized
something of what must have been Mary's
anxiety when she lost Jesns, and what her
gladness when she found her boy in the
temple of Jerusalem talking with those old
ministers of religion, Shammai, Hillel and
Betirah.
THE CHILD PRATED FOB IS CASED FOB.
I bear down on you today with a mighty
comfort. Mary and Joseph said, “Where
is onr Jeans'” and you say, “Where is
John? or where is Henry? or where is
George?” Well, I should apt winder if
you found him after a while. Where? In
the same place where Joseph and Mary
fonnd their boy—in the temple. What do
I mean by that? I mean, you do your
duty towar d God and toward your child
and you will find him after a while in the
kingdom of Christ. Will you say, “I do
not have any way of influencing my
child?” I answer you have the most tre
mendous line of influence open right be
fore you. As you write a letter, and there
are two or three routes by which it may
go, but you want it to go the quickest
route, and you put on it “via Southamp
ton,” or “via San Francisco,” or “via Mar
seilles,” put on your wishes about your
child,, “via the throne of God.” How long
•will such a good wish take to get to its
destination? Not quite as long as the mil
lionth part of a second. I will prove it
Tne promise is, “Before they call I will an
swer.” That means at your first motion
toward such prayerful exercise the bless
ing will come, and if the prayer be made
at 10 o'clock at night it will be answered
five minutes before ten. “Before they call
I will answer.”
• Well, you say, I am clear discouraged
about my son, and I am getting on in years,
and I fear I will not live to see him con
verted. Perhaps not. Nevertheless I
think you will find him in the temple, the
heavenly temple. There has not been an
hour in heaven the last one hundred years
when parents in glory had not had an
nounced to them the salvation of children
whom they left in this world profligate. We
often have to say “I forgot,” but God has
never yet once said “I forgot” It may be
after the grass of thirty summers has
greened the top of your grave that your
son may be found in the earthly temple.
It may he fifty years from now when some
aud have iLs sorrows comforted. Many of
our pulpits are dying of humdrum. People
do not go to church because they cannot
endure the technicalities aud profound ex
planations of nothing, an^l sermons about
the “eternal generation of the sou,” and
the difference between sub-lapsarianism
and supra-lapsarianism, and about who
Melchisedec wasn’t. There ought to be as
much difference between the modes of pre
senting truth now and iu olden time as be
tween a lightning express rail train and a
canal boat.
Years ago I went up to the door of a fac
tory iii New England. Ou the outside door
I saw tl.e words, “No admittance.” I went
iu and came to another door over which
were the words, “No admittance.” Of
course i went in, and came to the third
door inscribed with the words, “No admit
tance." Having entered this I found the
people i aside making pins, beautiful pins,
useful pins, and nothing but pins. So over
the outride door of many of the churches
has been practically written the words,
“No admittance.'’ Some have entered and j
have come to ihe inside door, and found !
the words, “No admittance.” But, per
sisting, they have come inside, and found
us sounding out our little niceties of belief,
pointing out our little differences of theo
logical sentiment—making pins!
“ANGELS ASCENDING AND DESCENDING,”
But most distinguished was Bethel for
that famous dream which Jacob had, his
head on a collection of stones. He had uo
trouble in this rocky region iu finding a
rocky pillow. There is hardly anything
else but stoDe. Vet the people of those
lands have a way of drawing their outer
garment up over their head and face, and
such a pillow I suppose Jacob had under
his head. The pluyal was used in the
Bible story, and you find it was not a pil
low of stone, but of stones, I supposi
that if one proved to be of uneven s
he would turn o\ er in the night and take
another stone, for with such a oard bolster
he would often change in the night. Well,
that night God built in Jacob's dream a
long splendid ladder, the feet of it on
either side of the tired pilgrim’s pillow,
and the top of it mortised in the sky. And
bright immortals came out from the cas
tles of amber aud gold and put t iiqir shin
ing feet on the shining rungs of the ladder,
aud they kept coming down and going up,
a procession both ways.
I suppose they had wings, for the Bible
almost always reports them as having
wings, but this was a ladder on which
■they ased hands and feet to encourage all
those of us who have no wings to climb,
and encouraging us to believe
wc will use what we have God will pro
vide a way, aud if we will employ the hand
and the foot he will furnish the ladder.
Young man. do not wait for wings. Those
angels folded theirs to sIigu* you wings are
not necessary. Let all tiie people who have
hard pillows—hard for sickness, or hard
for poverty, or hard for persistence—know
that a hard pillow is the landing place for
angeLs. They seldom descend to pillows
of eiderdown. They seldom build dreams j
in the brain of the one who sleeps easy. I
The greatest dream of all time was that
of St. John, with his head on the rocks of j
Patinos, and iu that vision he heard the i
seven trumpets sounded, and saw all the
pomp of heaven in procession cherubic,
serapLic, arehamgeiic. The next most
memorable and glorious dream was that of
John Bunyan, his pillow the cold stone of
the floor of Bedford jail, from which he
saw the celestial city, .-md so many enter- I
ing it he cried out in his dream, “I wish
myself among them.”
RUNG RT RUNG THEY RUSE.
The next most wonderful dream was
that of Washington sleeping ou the ground
at Yaliey Forge, his head on a white pil
lowcase of snow, where he saw the vision
of a nation emancipated. Columbus slept
on a weaver’s pillow, but rose ou the lad
der let dowu until he could see a new hem
isphere. Demosthenes slept on a cutter**
pillow, but on the ladder let dowu arose to
see the mighty assemblages that were to
he swayed by his oratory. Arkwright
slept on a barber’s pillow, but went up the
ladder till be could see all England quake
with the factories he set going. Akenside
slept on a butcher’s pillow, and took the
ladder up till he saw other gene rations
helped by his scholarship.
John Ashworth slept on a poor man’s
pillow, but ( took the ladder up until he
could see his prayers and exertions brings
ing thousands of the destitute in England
to salvation and heaven. Nearly all those
who are today great in merchandise, in
statesmanship, in law, in medicine, iu art,
in literature, were once at the foot of the
ladder, and in their boyhood had a pillow
hard as Jacob’s. They who are born at the
top of the ladder are apt to spend their
lives in coming down, while those who are
at the foot, aud their head on a bowlder, if
they hare the right kind of dream, are al
most sure to rise.
1 notice that those angels, either in com
ing down or going np on Jacob’s ladder,
took it rung by rung. They did not leap
to the bottom nor jump to the top. So you
are to rise. Faith added to faith, good
deed to good deed, industry to industry,
consecration to consecration, until you
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