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CHAT.
“But Xollie, 1 believe one exj oitulmtion from
you would change the whole current. See if your
words are not more weighty than ours have
been.”
“No, sir! I shall not anything, the
pure and the good I have a < i> Limped all my life
and we let our lives be our rebuke. I cannot
expostulate.”
As we went to the society meeting not long
ago, 1 heard this conversation and it has had
lodging in my heart ever since. There are all
sorts of “isms” abroad and none more danger
ous than this. We are to live well, and those
choosing another way must be allowed to walk
blindly forward. That danger lurks in the path
is nothing to us.
Mra Ward is establishing a township of mem
be re of her society. Free thought, scitnce and
inquiry are bombarding the city to which we
fly for refuge, and what does it avaL? In the
present age, with all the “isms,” we have less
unbelief than ten years ago.
The'best part of our ac vance is, we have a
more liberal religion. ILe association of all
classes of Christians has proved that each church
contains a large per cent, that are sincere and
conscientious.
Live in the full sunshine of God's presence
Brink deep of the water of Life und you cannot
help tellii g a fellow passenger over Life's sea of
the ways that are full of rocks and shoals and
pointing out the way that leads to eternal life.
♦ $ $ # * * *
A letter from Busy Eee tells us of the pleasure
the Household affords her. I ask each one of
you to write me a letter for this department
within one week after reading this. Tell us of
your home and plans, your bocks and fancy
work. We arc all so well acquainted we feel a
personal interest in each other.
Aunt Margie, Beulah Eude, i’andora, we are
looking for a letter daily. Tell us how you spent
the summer. Mack, Hope and Norinne Mavour-
neen, must give us leaves from daily experiences.
Night Blooming Cereus and T. E. A. must teil
of tLeir latest ideas of woman's w ork.
There are so many I want to mention but can
not this time. Dost thou regard us kind]}'.’ Then
write and tell us. Many heartaches wou d van
isb, many clouds flee from us and burdens fall
if we knew that jome one realized that we did
honestly strive to do right aLd ihatthej counted
us dearer than money or lands. Hast thou a
friend? let them know of thy love.
Foithfully. Mothee Hubbard.
HOW (. LEVERTiKA MANAGED.
BY MAB1CX DURHAM.
Her name was not Clevertina, of course. It
was the name her family gave her for her clev
erness and quick wit. the said ihat her life
weuld ttme day be filled as full as the cup
which Hebe offered to the gods. And she
thought of terseif as of a biro on its way to
warmth and beauty and ihe wild fruit of the
south, leaving behind bleakness and cold and
want. Bow to shorten the way and “take a near
cut,” as her brother weuld have expressed it,
was a j oint to soh e, as she thought not of rest
on the way.
There are dajs tfcat feel like ancient days res
urrected. Something of this feeling was in the
heart of Clevertina while she wrote on the mar
gin of Shelley, her favorite poet: ‘The full
completeness of life is t. e sun half risen out of
the sea, being whole only by reflection.” Then
thinking that sentimentality would uot do, she
closed bheliey and legan to think, think deep.
Her thoughts came fast as hailatones, but one
stone bigger then the rest thumped her so hard
that she sat still a long time. Then raising her
head she said to her&elf suddenly and aloud:
•*Wby is it no Southern girl has ever thought
of this before? Propitious was the hour when
my mother called me Clevertina.”
As if the whole world of paper were about to
be consigned to flames, she seized a sheet and
began to write in characters as blcndtr and as
graceful as stems of fern leaves:
“M>; Dear Madam: All jou write is read by
me with < eljght and 1 find with great joy that
the race to which 1 belong is not he d by you
with the aversion I find all around me every
where. There has never jet been anything
written of auj gitat dtgite of excellence by one
belonging to the colored race, for we still are
said to belong to that race, even when the Cau
casian blood predominates.
‘1 have been educated above my people; but
this does i ot make n e love them any the less.
1 love them even while I deplore their ignor
ance, their degradation and their greatmistry.
1 have read and studied all I could, Lut all
alone and without encouragement, and 1 am as
well educated as any white girl I know, lean
write as well as things 1 often see published. 1
send you a poem ana a short sketch, which the
scenery ana the life around me have taught me.
Hold out your hand and help me: 1 am young
and miserable. 1 could hold back lire with one
hand and push it on with the other.
• Thank God suen hs you are on this earth
some we ere and that ali angels are not in
heaven. 1 at pire; why should 1 be held down?
1 know the prejudice in which my race is held;
but if God is willing for us io rise, man ought
to be |
1 ask only a little cncouregt inent aLd a piivi-
Jege to tiy, and if 1 fail 1 will censure no one
but myself, lie advantages for wl icb 1 have
longed and wept 1 have never enjoyed, but if
by my eflem 1 coula win one single laurel
leaf which might encourage another to win a
crown, 1 could die content. 1 feel,I know,that
my cry will reach your heart which beats with
more sympathy for your interiors than love for
many of those who are of your own rank. Help
me, and may the God of us both bless and re
ward you. 1 ask H.s help for the benighted
race to which 1 belong and Eis blessing for
these who, throwii g aside prejudice, come for
ward ana help us. Bo not feel for me the mean
contempt that is naturally felt toward one who
complaiLs aLd is disappointed with the iot God
has given, it is not so with me: 1 can die but
the a nican race must live on rn the mire into
which a slaved lac* always sinks unless a hand
is put forth to save. I would never have dared
to write you but youi words have reached my
heart and have spoken directly to me, and sure
ly suth w eras must be the essence of a true
heart. Waiting till 1 hear from you. 1 am.
Yours L umb)y, Li la MacCi llocu.
WLen Clevertina tad finished her letter she
chese from her MSS. a little allegory which her
moiLer had pronounced ve ry pretty and also a
poem written when under the influence of
Shelley. And much of the bitterness aLd pathos
were in Clevemna’s own heart. She was just
the age when she ccu.d not understand why
she could Lot do all things. And hope deferred
had made her heart sick. TLcu she sealed the
letter enclosing the following poem and sketch:
A LAMEST.
As the night when stars are dead,
As the heart wnen hope is tied,
As the bow when the retd is sped,
So am 1 alone.
Swifter far than an eagle’s flight.
Swifter far than youth's sunlight,
bw.fier far than hours bright.
I would fly away.
Summer once more begins her reign.
The brook is murmuring o'er the plain,
The hawthorn blossoms come again,
But not joy to me.
Like the worm within the fruit,
Like the rift within the lute,
Like the canker at the root.
Is life to me,
My heart, hush now thy sorrow.
As nights from daylight borrow
Hope that lingers wiib to-morrow,
Be still and rest.
In tbe evening the letter started on its way to
the North. And Clevertina laid her head upon
her pillow that night feeling clevere r than ever.
*•1 have so many irons in the fire tonight,
mother,” she saiu before 6be went to sleep. “I
feel sure that one must get hot, and yourClever*
tina will yet give you the ease you once en
joyed.”
She did not tell of the last iron she had just
placed in the glowing coals, not caring perhaps
to see her mother go intohyste rie s. For several
days she w ent about the house unusually silent
and abstracted. Each one looked at her in won
der, not being able to see that her calmness was
but the parent stillness of a rapidly turning
/wheel. Tbeie were moments when the thing
'she had done appalled her, then she became
wild with excitement and hope. One time she
was sorry, again she delighted in her clever ness.
“My head is lull of thoughts,” she cried, “when
one siigle, full fitdgo d idea in the head of al
most any other giil would burst it into ten
thousand alon s.” Then when the day’s work
was over, she took Shelley and went away alone,
where her devising brain and the great poet
made tbe hours pass swiftly and happily. Many
a cent sbe had saved the family by her clever
ness and devising brain. She put a stop to tea
and collet by i reltndirg to read the work her
own brain fabricated, how tea destroyed the
nervous system, and how coffee ruined the di
gestive organs. She had an impressive way of
convincing, and the children would have swal
lowed poison as soon. Many delicacies, too, she
declared, gave one diseases that no doctor on
earth could cure. Her sister and brother thought
6he knew all things and 4 wisdom would surely
die with her.” And Clevertina’s idea of herself
was not small. To save paper she would write
her poems on old enve.opes cut open, and odd
scraps of paper even utilizing wrappings of
bundles and the margin of newspapers, and ev
ery book owned and loved by herself had her
poems written on the fly leaves; for Clevertina
was very economical. She was the wonder of
the household for dev'f iugthe most astonishing
ways to save Her swiftness of movement was
her pride; *he sang too, while she worked, de
claring that this kept her from thinking of the
disagreeable portions of her labor. She well
knew how to rob work its degradation and pov
ertv its sting.
_ Never once did she forget that appearances
must be kept up. Bid she not belong to one of
the best and mo6t impoverished of Southern
families? It was comically pathetic to her
mother, her poor girl's ways and means of im
pressing the impor ance of fami y pride on the
younger sister and brother.
‘Only sour* for dinner,” cried the hungry boy
one day. • Mother,” exclaimed Clevertina, “did
you ever observe the exquisite carving on the
tureen. The f’s may have an array of new’
things, but where are tneir heirlooms?”
And thus was the unsuspicious boy’s mind
very often turned from the comfort of a good
meal, so uetimes by the deeds of uucesters long
since dead, sometimes by vanished wealth and
splendor. It took ail the lingers of one hand to
count the dead congressmen of the family while
their military glory in revolutionary times was
a theme that never failed to attract the boy. As
great a < hampion o! the family as Clevertina
herself was the mother’s old mamma. Her
annual visits were t »e children s delight; and
she always -eft them feeling their family impor
tance more than ever and herself richer in this
wi rld’s Loods.
And thus aid Clevertina keep the life of those
who lived with her from being monotonous.
She was impulsive aud high-tempered too,
“though her temper never does any injury,”
her mother said. * It only raised the dust oc
casionally ,ike a brisk wind in summer.’* Upon
such occasio ns the fami y was thrown into con
fusion like leaves caught up and whirled around
by gusts of wind. But after this Clevertina’s
mildness was the proverbial mildmss of the
sacrificial lamb, until the family said her tem
pers made iife variable and that a ;ull was un
endurable.
fceveral weeks from the day that Clevertin*
had sent her letter to the North, she awoke feel
ing sure that day her answer would come. She
fell assured that with her it wouid never be
HOPE, A BLESSED BALM.
n m D. UPSHAW (m VALID.)
Written, u he dictated, by hie airier.
There le a word I can’t explain.
It thrill* me o’er and o’er,
And were it not for it* effect
Hy hU*a would be no more.
Of it I’ve often thought;
roipect* I have oft divulged
id thiiiweet word is “Hope.
It* pi
It* very sound seems to Impart
It* meaning—oh, how great!
Yet to explain would useless be
Could we not of it partake.
How dull would be this life of our*
When advene cloud* do come,
To know that they would lut always—
No sunshine ever dawn!
How sore when tossed on life's rough sea
By billows fierce and wild,
To have no hope for a better time,
A season calm and mild!
Hew hard when weary hearts and hand*
Toil with a task undone,
To know always one harder far
Awaits to be begun.
But how sweet to feel, when wealmost faint,
And the way seems dark and long,
That by and by we'll reach the end
And join in the gladsome song!
To hope is natural to human kind;
It begin* in childhood years.
And leads us captives, towards some goal
Through mirth and gloom aud tears.
It is a sweet and blessed ba'.m
That makes life’s burdens light.
And s-.eds about our faltering steps
night.
TALMAGE’S SERMON.
“Tlie letter that never came. 1
Beams that disperse the n igh
But best of all, is the Christian’s hope,
For its possessor—not ashamed—
Crosses are easy for Christ’s sake,
That a crown in Heaven be gained.
It gives a sweet, a trusting peace
Which passeth understanding;
Bids tears to drv, e*<2 hearts look up,
Our life, our all, commanding.
When fade this world’s delusive hopes,
And fallen lie earth’s castles down
Bethlehem’s star grows brighter still,
And points us to the waiting crown.
Oft do I lie near to despair
As I think of now,” “today,”
And to persist in such, it seems,
Would wear my life away.
But ever as these adverse clouds
Around me gather dark
There comes from this ‘ Star of Hope,”
A shining cheering spark.
It lifts me from the sinking sand—
On the ‘Rock of Ages” plants
Where waves may buffet and storms de
scend,
Yet onward I will advance.
And ’twill e’er so—oh, blessed thought!
Till time is with me no more—
Then light my path across death’s si ream
To a blissful ‘Eve.more.”
Hope ah, Hope! to thee I’ll cling,
Tao’ thy Star be dim or bright;
If built on Faith ’twill ever last
And lead me ‘ Home to Light!”
And that day, r.s we all aie some time in our ;
life, she was consistently inconsistent. That |
evening when the southbound tram was due, |
she became so m rvous as not to be able to con !
ceal it. She took her small sister and went for !
a walk up to tbe church ground, hoping that j
the solemnity of the place would qu-et her I
restlessness, saying she had a headache I
which would have been truer if she had called !
it heartache. Just while she was tying her j
bonnet ftrings, b« fore she started, she asked her .
brother very quietly if any msi 1 came for her I
to bring it to her at once. It was in the early |
autumn, when it seemed as though the sun had j
just kissed the woods and some of the leaves
were still blushing. The wind stole along like
one with hushed breath. In vain she iried to
permit nature to quiet her, but soon found it
was just as impoisible as it is for the stars aud
moon to make a day. Fines make the sweetest
of all natuie’s music when touched by he fing
ers of tbe invisible wind. The birds seemed to
join in a wild sort of chorus. She heard it all,
but it only ma *e her more restless and miser
able to km w that anything could Le content
and happy while she was so di* content aud tin
happy. She pushed open the door of the old
church and went in Lying near the door on the
floor of the isle was a half withered flower.
Here was something that called forth ht r sym
pathy at once. The flower reminded her of her
own life. And saying half to herself that a dy
ing flower is like a thirsty heart she took it up
very tenderly and placed it in a glass of water.
£he said to herself she knew tfcat she was more
miserable than a victim in the talons of a bird
of prey. Through the window just at that mo
ment she saw her brother coining with a letter
in his haLd, which he held up.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
REFLECTED SADNESS AND JOY.
As we look back through life in cur moments of
sadness, J * _ ■ -■ ■■■" -
ilow few ami hew brief are itegleamingsof g’.ad-
ness!
Yet we find midst the gleam tLat our pathway
Ofrrsuaueti,
A Tew spots of sunshine—e few flowers unladed,
And me moiy still hcarde as htr richest of treas
ures.
Some moments of rapture, terne exquisite
pleasures;
One hour of such bliss is a ilfc ere it close's, |
'Tie c*ne drop of fmgi&nce from thousands of
*. roses. .
•Mama, look how sad the baby is!”
1 look down at the sweet fa^e rtstieg on my J
arm and see a lcok cf tad wonder in the blue I
eyes of my six months-old baby as he looks
searching]}' into my ow n eyes. I smile and he
smiles, as he puts up his little hand to pat my
cheek. I know then why my baby looked so
sad, it was only because he saw mt rnina looking
sad and his little heart wts touched with pity
and wonder. If our looks eau have such an
a fleet on one so young, how much more will sad
1< oks and harsn w :*rds impress the minds of
children that are older.
The mind is more deeply impressed with our
earliest recollec iols than any other. We see
old people th£l can talk for hours about things
that transpired in their youth but remember
hardly anything of the last few years. I think
it wrong to imbitter their young hearts by cast
ing the reflection ot our ow n sorrow s o\er them.
1 can look back to my childhood and live over
again some of the happiest hours of my life, and
I’ve seen the time when I tould have said that
life was all darkness, if it had not been for those
bright da\s, for fcoirow came very early to visit
me with his dark w ings of despair. For years
he hovered over me, and 1 had begun to think
I should never escape the shadow of his wing;
but at last 1 teemed to see the sweet face of my
Saviour througn the gloom and heard a voice
saying * Come unto me all ve th*.t are heavy
laden, and 1 will give you rest ” On, that ns.!
Bear sisters, bow I wish Icouid tell you what a
sweet rest it was. All my troubles were laid at
the feet of Cbri.t. and I rejoiced to know they
would never again be borne by my tired heart.
I always carry them there tow, knowing that
the longer I bear them on my heart the heavier
they grow, and Christ takes them oh! so willing
ly, while he pours balm into my wounded
heart.
Yes Mother Hubbard, we have trials enough
after we are grown without having our Leaits
bruised while we are young.
Another thing about children. They follow
in the foctsteps of those that lead them. Th re
are exceptions to all rules of course: but as a
general rule children do as their parents do.
They imitate, not only your actions, but your
very tone of voice. If you speak cross you may
expect to see your children cress with each oth
er. If you use bad language you may expect to
hear it echoed by your children.
1 think there are too few mothers that feel
ihe great responsibility of motherhood, borne
think that if they feed, clothe and care for the
wants of their children they have done all that
is required of them. But what will they say in
that last great day when Christ askes them:
• What of the precious souls I entrusted to your
care, have you fitted them for My Kingdom,
have you made them pure and holy that they
may abide with me forevermore. ” •*
1 thiuk we should take the Bible for our guide
in all things. 1 went to it to let in how to rear
my children and I found plenty of advice. I
just took that one subject, and carried it
through the whole Bible. Then I have the
help of my precious sister that tot k the place of
a mother to me when i was only three years old.
She lives twenty-seven miles from me, but every
week brings her dear letters to help and cheer
me. Have 1 preached you a sermon,dear house
holders! Forgive n e if I tire you all; but 1 do
60 want to impress it on the minds of all moth
ers that children have as much feeling as
grown people and should be taught tbe love of
God. Don t ever teach them to fear Him but
plant the seed of love in their little hearts.
Musa liunn, suppose you send your photo to
Mother Hubbard so s e can tell us how you
look. I, like others, believe you are pre ty.
Sadie, 1 took the liberty to copy your recipes,
hominy fritters and a Spanish dish. I know tney
are good. Many thanks
Earnest Wiilie, I am sure I will like you, please
write often.
Aida take off the “a” and you will have one
of my names. I wish Icouid have helped you
eat those pickles, for 1 dearly love them.
W hat housekeepers did you mean? I have The
Housekeeper (a journal of domestic economy;
publishedwt Minneapolis, Minn.) for 1887 and a
few of 1888. 1 think it is a good housekeeper’s
tin* jon, dear Mother Hubtaid for your
patitnee. I remain a Happy Bother.
Te tie sister who asked bow to dean oilcloth.
I write. My (loth was wi,ed with skim milk
until It looked rough and old then I got some
Tarnish and put a coat on. Any painter can get
the varnish lor you. Carpets I freshen by wip
ing them with cloth* dipped in warm water in
which ammonia has been put. Painted furni
ture may be wished with toap and water or am
monia water if jou wipe it carefully.
Roth Vat on an.
PERSONAL MENTION.
What ihe People Are Doing and
Saving.
Emin Pasha’s real name is Eduard
Schuitzlet.
Michael Davitt says there are $150,000,000
stowed away in Irish savings banks.
Senator Gorman has leased Perry Bel
mont’s house in Washington for a long
term of years.
Prosper Philippe Catherine Sainton, the
eminent violinist, died in England recent
ly. lie practiced sixteen hours daily.
John Farnhana Boynton, who died in
Syracuse recently, was the inventor of the
Babcock fire extinguisher and of other ap
pliances.
The Marquis of Bute is said to have come
into possession of a diamond snuff box that
once belonged to an Egyptian sultan, and
valued at $20,000.
Two Frenchmen, Mr. Besancon, an aero
naut, and Mr. Ilermite, an astronomer, are
seriously talking of tryiDg to reach the
North Pole iu a balloon.
Gen. Greely, chief of the signal service, is
in receipt of at least twenty letters a day
from cranks who solemnly hold him re
sponsible for the weather.
Ex Governor- Andrew G. Crfitiu, yl'
Pennsylvania, despite his years, loves to
tell good stories, and is also a good listener
when good stories are being told.
James A. Seacord, of New Rochelle, N. Y.,
is carrying a watch that keeps good time,
as it has, he says, ever since it was brought
over from England 250 years ago. j
Prince Bismarck, who is enjoying life as
a country geutleman at Yarziu, receives
daily visits from his neighbors, and gener
ally entertains about a score of them at
dinner.
The head of the house of Rohan of France,
whose proud motto is “King I cannot be,
prince I would uot be, Rohan I am,” has
been stricken with apoplexy at the age of
BO years.
Dr. Thompson, of St. Louis, says he
once traced a fatal case of smallpox to a
diver dollar. Dr. Thompson believes a
coin is as likely to carry infection as a
bank note.
CoL Snowden, during the many years he
was director of the Philadelphia mint, ac
quired a great taste for rare aud valuable
eoins and made a collection that is perhaps
unsurpassed in this country.
Joseph B. Burleigh, LL. D., once the
president of Nevvtou college, Baltimore,
and who is in the Philadelphia almshouse,
Is 90 years old. He has no relatives living,
and says he is contented where he is.
The most interesting feature of Mr.
Gladstone’s face is his eyes. They are de
scribed as of a “splendid, flashing, dark
brown color.” They show his fire and
genius and give his face au ever changing
expression.
The pope does his private writing with a
gold pen, but his pontifical signature is al
ways given with a white feathered quilL
The same quill has been iu use for more
than forty years. It only serves for im
portant signatures, aDd is kept iu an ivory
case.
An American gentleman traveling in
Bohemia entered his name as “James L
King, of Buffalo.” This was conveyed as
“James the First, king of Buffalo,” and
Mr. King was besieged by such a shoal of
tradesmen, beggars and tuft hunters that
he was obliged to leave.
Warts and Wart*.
Treatment of warts by a layman is some
times a dangerous business. A friend of
mine uot long ago was troubled by a wart
on his thumb. Somebody advised him to
prick it and put a drop of nitric acid on it.
Be did so, and three doctors had all they
could do to save his thumb. Is was what
may be called a “live wart.” There are
two kinds of warts. One is simply a thick
ening of the skin in successive layers; the
other is a small, hard tumorous growth,
nourished by blood vessels.
If one of these “live warts” is carefully
examined it will he found to he connected
with the skin by means of small, white
fibers, which anchor it to the spot. A su
perficial wart—that is. a portion of indurat
ed skin, may be pared off without pain, since
it t* dead and hard Bkin; but a live wart,
though it may be hard on top, i* quite
sensitive at its base. No Ind result may
follow the application of nitric acid to a
dead wart, but its use on the ether kind is
very likely to create a poisonous sore, and
that was what ailed my friend’s thumb.—
BL Louis Globe-Democrat.
The Siberian baby jumper is a sort ot
Ain basket furnished with strings at each
earner, and is tied by these to an elastic
pet* set in the walls of the cabin. As the
baby moves back and forth this pole dances
■p and down, and ita mother thus gives it
a ride with little labor.
Simmons Liver Regulator is the foe of
malaria, sa it throws off the bile and
prevents Us accumulating.
Professor Sbaler says that a distinguished
physician of forty years’ practice told him
that he had never seen a mulatto who M
attained the age of SO years.
A novelty of an electrical exhibition at
Frankfort, Germany, is to be the trans
mission of 500 horse power to a distance of
140 miles.
I need Simmons Liver Regulator Jct
Indigestion, with immediate relief.—O G.
Sparks, Ex-Mayor, Macon, Ga.
BROOKLYN. Nov. 16.—This morning in
the Academv of Music in this city, aud
this evening nt The Christian Herald serv
ice in the New York Academy of Music, Dr.
Talmage preached the eighth of the series
of sermons he is giving on his tour in
Palestine. At both services the respective
buildings were crowded to their utmost
capacity in live minutes after the doors
were opened, and all who came later were
nnable to get in. Dr. Talmage’s subject
| was “Among the Bedouins,” and his text
j Num. x, 31: “Forasmuch as thou knowest
I how we are to encamp in the wilderness."
| Night after night we have slept in tent
in Palestine. There are large villages of
Bedouins without a bouse, and for three
I thousand years the people of those places
j have lived in black tents, made out of dyed
, skins, and when the winds and storms
i wore out and tore loose those coverings
. others of the same kind took their places,
j Noah lived in a tent; Abraham in a tent,
j Jacob pitched his tent on the mountain.
: Isaac pitched his tent in the valley. Lot
' pitched his tent toward Sodom. In a tent
tbe woman Jael nailed Sisera, tbe general,
to the ground, first having given him sour
| milk called “leben” as a soporific to make
j him sleep soundly, that being the effect of
' such nutrition, as modern travelers can
| testify. The Syrian army in a tent. The
, ancient battle shout was “To your tents.
t 0 Israel!" Paul was a tent maker. In-
( deed, Isaiah, magnificently poetic, indi
cates that all the human race live nnder a
i blue tent when he says that God “stretch-
eth out tlie heavens as a curtain and
spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in,”
and Hezekiah compares death to the strik
ing of a tent, saving, “My age is removed
from me as a shepherd’s tent.”
| In our tent iu Palestine to-night I hear
something I never heard before aud hope
never to hear again. It is the voice of a
hyena amid the rocks near by. When you
may have seen this monster putting his
mouth between the iron bars of a menag-
1 erio he is a captive, and he gives a humil
iated and suppressed cry. But yonder in
the midnight on a throne of rocks he has
. nothing to fear, and he utters himself in
a loud, resounding, terrific, almost super
natural sound, splitting up the darkness
into a deeper midnight. It begins with a
howl and ends with a sound something like
a horse’s whining. In the hyena’s voice are
defiance and strength and bloodthirstiness
and crunch of broken bones and death.
I BEASTS OF PREY NO LONGER THREE.
I I am glad to say that for the most part
Palestine is clear of beasts of prey. Tbe
leopards, which Jeremiah says cannot
change their spots, have all disappeared,
and the lions that once were common all
through this land, and used by all the
prophets for illustrations of cruelty and
wrath, have retreated before the discharges
of gunpowder, of which they have an in
describable fear. But for the most part
Palestine is what it originally was. With
the one exception of a wire thread reach
ing from Joppa to Jerusalem and from
Jerusalem to Nazareth and from Nazareth
to Kberi/is and from Tiberias to Damas-
nerve of civilization, the tele-
gr '■Jp-k‘h re ^ ur ' ve f° Dn< l ourselves only
a A wJ *es off from Brooklyn and New
Yi ''■'Alffl dt standing by Lake Galilee),
wit exception Palestine is just as
italv.
'*bV tB ® orised me so much as the
.4^ everything.'- A sheep or
horse f Is dead, and though the sky may
. one mjJutc before be clear of all wings in
I five n^2t tes after the skies are black with
eagle not wing, screaming, plunging, fight-
, ing ^ jiom, contending for largest mor-
i ^r|e extinct quadruped. Ah, now I
i * ln< fi*to the force of Christ’s illustrar
( tioC J. he said, “VyheresoeveF the car-
. caFt' .,;*-.' re will the eagles be gathered to-
ge« * The longevity of those eagles is
— Jl. They live fifty and sixty and
a hundred years. Ah, that ex-
at David meant when he said,
.h is renewed like the eagle’s." I
piierd with the folds of his coat
utward, and I wondered what
u(Lined in that amplitude of ap
parel. aud I said to the dragoman, “What
has that shepherd got under his coat?”
; And the dragoman said, “It is a very
young lalhb he is carrying; it is too young
and too weak and too cold to keep
up with the flock.” At that moment I
, saw the iumb put its head out from the
! shepherd'-, bosom and 1 said, “There it is
now, Isaiah's description of the tenderness
of God—he shall gather the lambs with
his arm aid carry them in his bosom.”
j WOMEN EARLY AT THB SEPULCHER.
I Passing by a village home, in the Holy
Land, about noon I saw a great crowd in
and around a private house, and I said
to the dragoman, “David, what is going on
there?” He said, “Somebody has recently
died there, and their neighbors go in for
several days after to sit down and weep
with the bereaved.” There it is, I said, the
old scriptural custom, “And many of the
Jews came to Martha and Mary, to com
fort them concerning their brother.” Early
in the morning passing by a cemetery in
the Holy Laud I saw among the graves
about fifty women dressed in black, and
they were crying: “Oh, my child!” “Oh,
my* husband!” “Oh, my fatherf” “Oh,
my mother!” Our dragoman told us that
every morning, very early for three morn
ings after a burial, the women go to the
sepulcher, and after that every week very
early for a year. As I saw this group just
after daybreak I said, “There it is again,
the same old custom, referred to in Luke,
the evangelist, where he says, ‘Certain
women which were eaxly at the sepul
cher.’ ”
THE WONDERFUL WELL OF JACOB.
But here we found ourselves at Jacob’s
well, the most famous well in history,
| most distinguished for two things, because
' it belonged to the old patriarch after whom
. it was named, and for the wonderful
things which Christ said, seated on this
well curb, to the Samaritan woman. We
dismount from our horses in a drizzling
' rain, and cur dragoman, climbing np to
' the well over the slippery stonea, stumbles
and frightens us all by nearly falling into
it. I measured the well at the top and
found it six feet from edge to edge.
Some grass and weeds and thorny growths
overhang it. In one place the roof is
broken through. Large stones embank
the wall on all sides.
Our dragoman took pebbles and dropped
them in, and from the time they left his
hand to tbe instant they clicked on the
bottom yon could hear it waa deep, though
sot sb deep as once, for every day travelers
are applying the same test, and though in
ths time of Maundrell, the traveler, the
well was a hundred and sixty-five feet
deep, now it is only seventy-five. So neat
I* the curiosity at the world to know about
um wen tnat anting the ary season n
Capt. Anderson descended into this well,
at one place* the aides so close he had to
pot bis hsnda over his head in order to get
through, *nd then he fainted away and
lay at the bottom of the well as though
AemA, until hours after recovery he came
to the surface.
It is not like other wells digged down to
a fountain that fills it, bnt a reservoir to
ffh-ii the falling rains, and to that Christ
refers when speaking to the Samaritan
woman about a spiritual supply he said ho
would, if asked, hare given her “living
water,” that is, water from a flowing
spring in distinction from the water of
that well, which was rain water. But why
did Jacob make a reservoir there when
there is plenty of water all around and
abundance of springs and fountains and
seemingly no need of that reservoir? Why
did Jacob go to the vast expense of boring
sad digging a well perh^y two hundred
feat deep ss flr*t pomnlftefl when, by gp-
mg a little way off, he coula nave wafer
from other fountains at little or no ex
pense? Ah, Jacob was wise. He wanted
his own well. Quarrels and wan might
arise with other tribes and the supply of
water might be cut off, so the shovels and
pickaxes and boring instruments were or
dered, and the well of nearly four thousand
yean ago was sunk through the solid rock.
When Jacob thus wisely insisted on hav
ing his own well he taught us not to be
unnecessarily dependent on others. Inde
pendence of business character, indepen
dence of moral character, independence
of religious character. Have your own
well of grace, your own well of courage,
your own well of divine supply. If you are
an invalid you have a right to be depen
dent on others. But if God has given you
good health, common sense, and two eyes
sod two ears and two hands mud two feet,
he equipped you for independence of all the
universe except himself. If he had meant
yon to be dependent on others yon would
have been built with s cord around your
waist to tie fast to somebody else. No; yon
are built with common sense to fashion
your own opinions, with eyes to find your
own way, with ears to select your own mu
sic, with hands to fight yonr own battles.
There is only one being in the universe
whose advice you need and that is God.
Have your own well and the Lord will fill
it. Dig it if need be through two hundred
feet of solid rock. Dig it with your pen,
or dig it with your yard stick, or dig it
with your shovel, or dig it with your Bible.
YOUNG MAN! BUILD FOB YOURSELF.
In my small way I never accomplished
anything for God or the church, or the
world, or my family, or myself except in
contradiction to human advice and in obe
dience to divine counsel. God knows every
thing, and what is the use of goiDg for ad
vice to human beings who know so little
that no one but tbe all seeing God can real
ize how little it is? I suppose that when
Jacob began to dig this weil oh which we
are sitting this noontide people gathered
around and said, “What a useless expense
you are goi ng to, when rolling down from
yonder Mount Gerizim and down from
yonder Mount Ebal and out yonder in the
valley is plenty of water!” “Oh,” replied
Jacob, “that is all true, but suppose my
neighbors should get angered agaimt me
and cut off my supply of mountain bever
age, what would I do, and what would my
family do, and what would my flocks and
herds do? Forward, ye brigade of pick
axes and crowbars, and go down into the
depths of these rocks and make me inde
pendent of all except him who fills the
bottles of the clouds! I must have my own
well!”
Young man, drop cigars and cigarettes
and wine cups and the Sunday excursions,
and build your own house, and have your
own wardrobe, and be your own capitalist!
“Why, I have only five hundred dollars in
come a year!” says some one. Then spend
four hundred dollars of it in living, aud 10
per cent, of it, or fifty dollars, in benevo
lence, and the other fifty in In-ginning to
dig your own well. Or if you have a thou
sand dollars a year spend eight hundred
dollars of it in living, 10 per cent., or one
hundred dollars, in benevolence, and tlie
remaining one hundred in beginning to dig
your own well. The largest bird that ever
flew through the air was hatched out of
one egg, and the greatest estate was brood
ed out of one dollar.
GOD WILL DO IIIS PART.
I suppose wlieu Jacob began to dig this
well, on whoso curb we are now seated this
December noon, it was a dry season then
as now, and some one comes up aud says:
“Now, Jacob, suppose you get tlie well
fifty feet deep or two hundred feet deep
&nd there should be no water to fill it,
would you not feel silly?” People passing
along the road and looking down from
Mount Gerizim or Mount Ebal near by
would laugh and say, “That is Jacob’s
well, a great hole in the rock, illustrating
the man’s folly.” Jacob replied, “There
never has been a well in Palestine or any
other country that once thoroughly dug
waa not soonor or later filled from the
clouds, an<I this will be uo exception.”
For months after Jacob had completed
the well people went by, aud out of respect
for the deluded old man put their baud
over their mouth to hide a snicker, and
the weil remained as dry as the bottom of
a kettle that has been banging over the
fire for three hours. But one day the sun
was drawing water, and the wind got
round to tbe east and it began to drizzle,
and then great drops splashed ali over the
well curb, and the heavens opened their
reservoir and tbe r;uny season poured its
floods for six weeks, aud there came maid
ens to the well with empty pails and car
ried them away full, and the camels thrust
their mouths into the troughs and were
satisfied, and the water was iu the well
three feet deep, and fifty feet deep, and
two hundred feet deep, and all tbe Bed-
ouins of the neighborhood aud all the
passersby realized that Jacob was wise in
having his own well. My hearer, it is
your part to dig your own well, and it is
Godis part to fill it. You do your part and
he will do his part.
Much is said about “good luck,” hut
people who are industrious and self deny
ing a Imost always have good luck. Y'ou
can afford to be laughed at because of your
application aud economy, for when you
get your well dug and filled it will be your
torn to laugh.
THE MOUNTS OF BLESSING AND CURSING.
But look up from this famous well and
see two mountains and the plain between
them, on which was gathered the largest
religious audieuce that ever assembled ou
earth, about five hundred thousand people.
Mount Gerizim, about eight hundred feet
high, on one side, aud on the other Mount
Ebal, the former called the Mount of Bless
ing and the latter called the Mount of
Carsing. At Joshua’s command six tribes
stood on Mount Gerizim and read the
blessings for keeping the law, and six
tribes stood on Mount Ebal reading the
corses for breaking the law, while the five
hundred thousand peopleon the plain cried
Amen with an emphasis that must have
made the earth tremble “1 do not believe
that,” says someone, “for those mountain
tops are two miles apart, and how
eoold a voice be heard from top to top?”
My answer is that while tie tops are
two miles apart, the bases of the
mountains are only half a mile apart, and
the tribes stood on the sides of the mount
ains, and tlie air is so clear and the acous
tic qualities of this great natural amphi
theatre so perfect that voices can he dis
tinctly heard from mountain to mountain,
as has been demonstrated by travelers fifty
times in the last fifty years.
Can you imagine anything more thrill
ing and sublime and overwhelming than
what transpired on those two mountain
sides, and in the plain between, when the
responsive service went on and thousands
of voices on Mount Gerizim cried, “Blessed
shalt thou be iu the city, aud blessed shalt
thou be in the fields, blessed shall be thy
basket and thy store!” and then from
Mount Ebal, thousands of voices responded
crying: “Cursed be he that reiuoveth his
neighbor’s landmark! Cursed be he that
maketh the blind to wander out of the
way,” and then there rolled tip from all
the spaces between the mountains that one
word with which the devout of earth close
their prayers und the glorified of heaven •
finish their doxologies, “Amen! Amen!”—
that scene only to be surpassed by the
times which are coming, when the
churches and the academies of music
and the auditoriums of earth, no
longer large enough to hold the wor
shipers of God; the parks, the mountain
rides, the great natural amphitheatres of
the valleys, shall be filled with the out
pouring populations of the earth and
mountain shall reply to mountain, as
Mount Gerizim to Mount Ebal, and all the
people between shall ascribe riches and
honor and glory and dominion and victory
to God the Lamb, and there shall arise an
amen like the booming of the heavens
mingling with the thunder of the seas,
THE HEARTBROKEN FATHER.
On and on we ride, until now we hare
come to Shiloh, a dead city on a hill sur
rounded by rocks, sheep, goats, olive gar
dens and vineyards. Here good Eli fell
backward and broke his neck, and lay dead
at the news from his bad boys, Phineaa and
Hophni; and life is not worth living after
one’s children have turned out badly, and
more fortunate was Ell, instantly expiring
nnder such tidings, than those parents
who, their children recreant and profligate,
live on with broken hearts to see (twn
going down into deeper and deeper plunge.
There are fathers and mothers here today
re wood oeatn wouKl Oe happy release De
cease of their recreant eons. And if there
be recreant sons here present, and your
parents be far away, why not bow your
bead in repentance, and at the close of this
service go to the telegraph office and put
it on the wing of the lightning that you
have turned from your evil ways? Before
another twenty-four hours have passed
take yonr feet off the sad hearts of the old
homestead Home to thy God, O prod
igal!
MaDy, many letters do I get iu purport
saying: My sou is iu your cities; we have
not heard from him for some time; we
fear something is wrong; hunt him up
and say a good word to him; his mother is
almost crazy about him; he is a child of
many prayers. But how eau I hunt him
np unless he be in this audience? Where
are you, my boy? Ou the main floor, or
on this platform, on in these boxes, or in
these great galleries? Where are you?
Lift your right band. I have a message
from home. Your father is anxious about
you; your mother is praying for you.
Your God is calling for you. Or will you
wait until Eli fails hack lifeless, and the
heart against which you lay in infancy
ceases to heat? What a story to tell in
eternity that you killed her? My God!
Avert that atastrophe!
But I turn from this Shiloh of Eli’s sud
den decease under had news from his boys
and fiud close by what is called the
“Meadow of the Feast.” While this an
cient city was in the height of its prosper
ity on this “Meadow of the Feast” there
was an annual bull, where the maidens of
the city amid clapping cymbals aud a blare
of trumpets danced in glee, upon which
thousands of spectators gazed. But no
dance since t he world stood ever broke up
in such a strange way as tlie one the Bible
describes. One night while by the light of
the lamps and torches these gayeties went
ou, two hundred Benjamites, who had been
hidden behind the rocks and among the
trees, dashed upon the scene. They came
not to injure or destroy, bnt wishing to set
up households of tiieir own, the women of
their own laud having been slain in battle,
by preconcerted arrangement each one
of the two li und red Benjamites seized the
one whom he chose for the queen of his
home and carried her awaj to large estate
and beautiful residence, for these Iwo hun
dred Benjamites had inherited the wealth
of a nation.
UEN J A MITE COURTSHIP.
As today near Shiloh we look at the
“Meadow of the Feast,” where the maidens
danced that night, and .-it the mountain
gorge up which the Benjamites carried
their brides, we bethink ourselves of the
better land and the better times in which
we live, when s::rh scenes are au impossi
bility, and amid orderly groups and with
prayer and benediction, and breath of
orange blossoms, aud the rul! of the wed
ding march, marriage is solemnized and
with oath recorded in heaven, two im
mortals start arm iu arm on a journey to
last until death do them part. Upon every
such marriage altar may there come the
blessing of him “who setteth the solitary-
in families!” Side hy side on the path of
life! Side by side iu their graves! Side by-
side in heaven!
But we must this afternoon, our last day
before reaching Nazareth, pitch our tent
on tin-tti . t famous battlefield of ail time
—the plait of Esdraelou. What must have
been the feelings of the Prince of Peace ns
he crossed it mi the way from Jerusalem
to Nazarot/ Not a flower blooms there
but has in its veins the inherited blood of
flowers that drank the blood < f fallen ar
mies. Hardly it fool of ground that has not
tit some time been gullied with war chari
ots or trampled with the hoofs of cavalry.
It is a plain reaching from tile Mediter
ranean to tiie Jordan. Upon it look down
the mount.dns of Tabor and Gilhoa aud
Carmel. Through it rages at certain sea
sons the river Kishon, which swept down
the armies of Fisera, the battle occurring
in November when there is almost always
a shower of meteors, so that “the stars in
their courses'’ were said to have fought
against tisera. 'Through this plain drove
Jehu, and tlie iron chariots of the Canaau-
ites, scythed at the hubs of the wheels,
hewing down t heir awful swathes of death,
thousands iu a minute. The Syrian armies,
the Turkish armies, the Egyptian armies
again and again trampled it. There they
career across it. David and Joshua and
Godfrey and Richard Cceur de Lion and
Baldwin and Saladin—a plain not only fa
mous for the past, hut famous because the
Bible says the great decisive batt le of the
world will he fought there—the battle of
Armageddon.
THE FIGHT FOR THE HOLT CROSS.
To me the ] lain w as the more al>sorbing
because of tin- desperate battles here aud
in regions round in which the holy cross—
the very two pieces of wood ou which Jesus
was supposed Le have been crucified—was
carried as a standard at the head
of the Christian host, atm that night
closing my eyes -n my tent on the plain of
Esdraeion—for there are some things we
can see better with eyes shut t ban open—
the scenes of that ancient war come before
me. The Twelfth century was closing and
Saladin at the head of eighty thousand
mounted troops was crying, "Ho! for
Jerusalem!” "Ho! for all Palestine!" and
before them everything went down, but
uot without unparalleled resistance. In
one place one hundred and thirty Cliris-
taius were surrounded hy many thousands
of furious Mohammedans. For one whole
day the one hundred aud thirty held out
against these thousands. Tennyson’s “six
hundred" when “some one had blundered,”
were eclipsed by these one hundred and
thirty fighting tor the holy cross. They
took hoid of the lances which had pierced
them with deat h wounds, and pulling them
out of their own breasts aud sides hurled
them hack again at the enemy.
Ou went the fight until all hut one
Christian had fallen and lie, mounted on
the hist horse, wielded his battle ax right
and left till his horse fell under the plunge
of the javelins, and the rider, making the
sign of the cross toward the sky, gave up
his life on the point of it score of spears.
But soon after the hist bat.t le came. His
tory portrays it, poetry chants it, painting
colors it, and all ages admire that last
struggle to keep in possession the wooden
cross on which Jesus was said to have ex
pired. It was a battle iu which mingled
the fury of devils and the grandeur of
angels. Thousands of dead Christians on
this side. Thousands of dead Mohammed
ans ou the other side. The battle was hot
test close around the wooden cross upheld
hy the bishop of Ptolemais, himself wound
ed and dying. And when the bishop of
Ptolemais dropped dead, tbe bishop of
Lydda seized the cross and again lifted it,
carrying it onward into a wilder and
fiercer fight, aud sword against javelin,
and battle ax upon helmet, and piercing
spear against splintering shield. Horses
and men tumbled into heterogeneous death.
Now the wooden cross ou which the armies
of Christians had kept their eye begins to
waver, begins to descend. It fails! and the
wailing of the Christian host ut, its disap
pearance drowns the huzza of the vic
torious Moslems.
THE TRIUMPH OF THE GROSS.
But that standard of the cross only
seemed to fall. It rides the sky todaf in
triumph. Five hundred million souls, the
mightiest army of the ages, tire following
it and where that goes they will go, across
the earth and np the migiity steeps of the
heaveDS. In the Twelfth century it seemed
to go down, but in the Nineteenth century
it is the mightiest symbol of glory and tri
umph, and means more than any other
standard, whether inscribed with eagle, or
lion, or bear, or star, or crescent. That
which Saladin trampled on the plain of
Esdraeion I lift today for your marshal
ing. The cross! The cross! The foot of it
planted in the earth it saves, the top of it
pointing to the heavens to which it will
take you, and tbe outspread beam of it
like outstretched arms of invitation to all
notions Kneel at its foot. Lift your eye
to its victim. Swear eternal allegiance to
its power. And as that mighty symbol of
pain and triumph is kept before ns, we
will realize how insignificant are tbe little
crosses we are called to bear, and will more
cheerfully carry them.
Must Jesus bear the cross aioue,
Aud all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for every oue
And there’s a cross for lue.
As I fall asleep to-night on my pillow in
the teut or tbe plain of Esdraeion reach
ing from the Mediterranean to the Jor
dan, the waters of the river Kishon
gppt'hinjir me as by a lullaby, I hear
tH gathering of the hosts for
battle of all the earth. Aud by
representatives America is here and M
is here and A*ia is here and Africa is
and all heaven is here and all hell
and ApoIIyen on the black horse leadh
armies of darkness, and Jesus on the *•*
horse leads tbe armies of light, and I hah*
the roll of the drums and the clear call ®»
the clurions and tlie thunder of the can
nonades. And then I he.-iT tlie wild rusn
as of million of troops in ret rent, and then
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15.00 Water Curl Bangs for 3.5t
STEMLESS SWITCHES.
$3.00 Stemless Switches for $2.00
5.00 “ “ ‘ 3.00
8.00 41 44 44 5.00
10.00 44 44 44 -.oc»
The above prices are
for common shades of
hair. Send for circu
lar to John Medina,
463 Washington street,
t? Boston, 2? :.*•
WANTED^
-LIMITED NUMBER OP
(active, energetic canvassers
to engage in a pleasant and
•1* x, x .X - profitab.e business. Good
men will find this a rare chance
TO MAKE MONEY.
Such will please answer this advertisement by
letter, enclosing stamp for replv stating what
business they have been engaged in. None but
those who mean business need apply Address
I in ley, Harvey i Co , Atlanta, Ga.
HOOFING.
-.£. UM EL ,!^ rlCROOFING f^LT costs
•2.00 per too sq tare teet Makes a good
for years and anyone can put tt on. Send si
for sample and full particulars.
Gum Elastic Roofing Co ,
39 & 41 West Broadway, jj.w Yoi
777-12t Local Agent* wanted.
AGENTS WANTED.
all good, unsold if a CountFAreni fijlTto cfore
0100 and expenses after a thirty days trial, or^a
General Axent less thantfio. Ve will send Urge
aRMsfawfirS
theboom! ‘SXm ^ «« ^
U 7T? 3moa CFACTURING CO ” HMrt «“*h. Pa.
SCHOOL OF STENOGRAPHY!
Open throughout the entire year Btudmta
•hould correspond
addreaa.
TIB It
ua. For
LW. PATTON,
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