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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 Copyright, 1890. 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