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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. 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