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HOUNDED LIKE DEER
Where the Troubled of Earth
Quench Their Thirst.
May
Dr. Talmage Sees in the Forest an Example of Hope
for the Unfortunate and Harassed of the World.
A Lesson From the Life of David.
WASHINGTON, Ort\ 2.—Dr. Talmage,
drawing his illustrations from a deer hunt,
in this discourse col's all the pursued and
troubled of the earth to come and slake
their thirst at the deep river of divine
comfort; text, IValms xiii, 1, “As the
hart par.toth after the water brooks, so
panteth my soul after thee, O God.”
David, who must some time have seen a
deer hunt, points us here to a hunted stag
making for the water. The fascinating
animal called In my text the hart is the
same animal that in sacred and profane
literature is railed the stag, the roebuck,
the hind, tho gazelle, the reindeer. In cen
tra! Syria in Bible times there were whole
pasture fields of them, as Solomon sug
gests when he says, ‘‘I charge yon hy the
hinds of *he field.” Their antlers jutted
from the long grass as they lay down. No
hunter who has been long in “.Tohn
Brown’s tract” will wonder that in tho
Bible they were classed among clean ani
mals, for tho dows, the showers, the lakes
washed thorn as clean as the sky. When
Isaac, the patriarch, longed for venison,
Ksau shot and brought home a roebuck.
Isaiah compares the. sprightliness of tho
restored cripple of millennial times to the
long and quick jump of the stag, saying,
"The laroo shall leap as the hart ” Solo
mon expressed Ids disgust at a hunter who,
having shot a deer, is too lazy to cook it,
saying, “The slothful man roasteth not
that which ho took in hunting.”
But ono day David, while far from tho
home from which ho had been driven, and
sitting near tbo mouth of a lonely cave
where ho had lodged, and on the banks of
a pond or river, heard a pack of bounds in
swift pursuit. Because of tho previous
silence of tho forest tho rlnngnr,startles
him, and ho says to himself, “I wonder
what thoso dogs aro after. ” Then there Is
a crackling in tho brushwood, and tho
loud breathing of some rushing wonder of
the woods and the antlers of a deer rend
the loaves of tho thicket and by an in
stinct which all hunters recognize tho
crcaturo plunges into a pool or lake or
river to cool its thirst and at the same time
by Its capacity for swifter and longer
sw imming to get away from the foaming
harriers. David says to himself: “Aha,
that is myself! Saul after mo, Absalom
after me, enomies without number after
mo: I am chased; their bloody muzzles
at my heels, barking at my good name,
1 larking after my bnc$V barking after my
soul. Oh, the hound^p the hounds! But
look there,” says i David to himself; “that,
reindeer has splashed into the water. It
puts its-hot lips and nostrils into tho cool
wnvo that w ashes its lathered flanks and
It swims away from the fiery canines and
It is free nt last. Oh, that I might find in
tbo deep, wido Jake of God’s mercy and
consolation cscapofrohi my pursuers! Oh,
for tho waters of life and rescue! ‘As the
hart panteth, after ^hc .water brooks, «)
panteth in jfcoBnl after thee, ArGod.’
The Adirondacks are now populous with
hunters, and the deer are being slain by
the score. Talking ono summer with a
hunter, I thought I would liko to seo
whether my test was accurato in its allu
sion, and as I heard the dogs baying a lit -
tie way off and supposed they wero on tho‘
track of a deer, I said to one of the hunt
ers in rough corduroy, “Do the deer al
ways make for water when they are pur
sued?” He said: “Oh, yes, mister. You
see they are a hot and thirsty animal and
they know where tho water is, and when
they hear danger in the distance they lift
their antlers and sniff tho breeze and start
for tho Roquet or Loon or Saranac, and
we get into our cedar shell boat or stand
hy tho ‘runaway’ with rifle loaded and
ready to blaze away.”
Bible Allusions True to Xnture.
My friends, that is one reason why I
like the Bible so much—its allusions aro
so true to nature. Its partridges aro real
partridges, its ostriches real ostriches and
its reindeer real reindeer. I do not wonder
that this antlered glory of tho text makes
tho hunter's eye sparkle and his cheek
glow and his respiration quicken. To say
nothing of its usefulness, although It is
tho most useful of all game, its flesh deli
cious, its skin turned into human apparel,
its sinews fashioned into bowstrings, its
antlers putting handles on cutlery and
the shavings of its liorn used ns a pungent
restorative, tho name taken from the hart
and called hartshorn. But putting asido
its usefulness, this enchanting creature
seems made out of gracefulness and elas
ticity. What an eye, with a liquid bright
ness as If gathered up from a hundred
lakes at. sunset! Tho horns, a coronal
branching into every possible curve, and
after It seems complete aseending into
other projections of exquisiteness, a tree
of polished bone, uplifted in pride or
swung down for awful combat. The hart
is velocity embodied; timidity imperson
ated : tlio enchantment of the woods. Its
eve lustrous In life and pathetic in death.
The splendid animal a complete rhythm
of muscle and bone and color and atti
tude and locomotion, whether couched in
the grass among the shadows, or a living
bolt shot through the forest, or turning at
bay to attack the hounds, or rearing for
its last fall under the buckshot of the
trapper. It is a splendid appearance that
the painter’s pencil fails to sketch, and
only a hunter’s dream on a pillow of hem
lock at the foot of St. Regis is able to pic
ture. When 20 miles from any settlement
It comes down at eventide to the .lake s
edge to drink among the lily pods and
with Its sharp edged hoof shatters the
crystal of Long lake it is very pictur
esque. But only when, after miles of pur
suit, with heaving sides and lolling tongue
and eyes swimming in death the stag
leaps from the cliff into upper Saranac,
can you realize how much David had suf
fered from his troubles and how much ho
wanted God when he expressed himself in
the words of the text. “As the hart pant
eth after the water brooks, so panteth my
soul alter thee. O God.”
Deer at nay.
Well. now. let all those who have com
ing after them the lean hounds of poverty,
or the black hounds of persecution. or the
spotted hounds of vicissitude, or the pale
hounds of death, or who are in any wise
pursued, run to the wide. deep, glorious
lake of divine solace and rescue. The most
of the men aad women whom I happened
to know at different times, if not now,
have had trouble after them, sharp muz
zled troubles, swift troubles, all devouring
troubles Many of you havo made trie
mistake of trying to fight them. Pon^
body meanly attached you, and you at
tacked them. Thoy depreciated you. you
depreciated them, or they overreached you
in a bargain, and you tried, in Wall street
parlanm. to get a corner on thorn, or you
havel •“a bereavement, and, instead ci
being submissive, you aro fighting that!
bereavement. You charge on the doctors
who failed to effect a cure, or you charge
on the carelessness of tho railroad company
through which tho accident occurred, or
you are a chronic invalid, and you fret and
worry and scold and wonder why you can
not be well like other people, and you an
grily blame the neuralgia, or tho laryngi
tis, or lac ague, or t,be sick lieadacho. The
fact is you are a deer at bay. Instpad of
running to the waters of divine consola
tion and sinking your thirst and Cooling
your body and soul in tho good cheer of
tho gospel and swimming away into the
mighty deeps of God’s love you are fight
ing a whole kennel of harriers.
I saw in the Adirondacks a dog lying
across the road, and ho seemed unable to
get up, and I said to some hunters near
by. “What is the matter with that dog?”
They answered, “A deer hurt him.” And
I saw he had a groat swollen paw and a
battered head, showing where tho antlers
struck him. And tho probability Is that
some of you might give a mighty clip to
your pursuers, you might damage their
business, you might worry them into ill
health, you might hurt them as much as
they have hurt you; but, after all, it is
not worth while. You only havo hurt a
hound. Better be off for tho upper Saranac,
into which the mountains of God's eter
nal strength look down and moor their
shadows. As for your physical disorders,
the worst strychnine you can take is fret-
fulness and tho best medicine is religion.
I know people who were only a little dis
ordered, yet havo fretted themselves into ‘
coniploto valetudinarianism, whilo others
put their trust in God and come up from
tho very shadow of death and have lived
comfortably 25 years with only ono hin/f.
A man with one lung, but God vfcith him,
I* better off than a godless man with two
lungs. Pome of you havo beon for a long
time sailing around Cape Fear when you'
ought to have beon sniiiifg; ground- .Capo
Good' Hope. Vo not fusri'jbaok, but go
ahead. Tho deer will ^lijcogaplish more
with its swift foot than'with its horns.
I saw. wliolo chains 61 lakes in the Adi-
ronfllicks, and from one height you can
see 80, and;,there are said to be over 80t>
iii tho great wilderness of Yew York, So
near are they to each other that your
mountain guido picks*up and carries tho
boat from lake to lake,' tho small distance
between them- for ’that reason called a
“carry.” And the realm of God’s word
Is ono long chairt' of bright, refreshing
lakes,; each proirf^a
mt.. betweenThom, and, though for Ages
tho pursued have been drinking out of
thorn, they aro full up to tho top of the
green banks, and tho same David describes
them, and they seem so near together that
in threo different places ho speaks of them
as a continuous river, saying, “There is a
river the streams whereof shall make glad
tho city of God,” “Thou shalt make them
drink of tho rivers of thy pleasures,”
“Thou greatly enrichest it with the river
of God, which is full of water.”
Shed Your Horns.
But many of you havo turned your back
on that supply and confront your trouble,
and you are soured with your circum
stances, and you aro fighting society, and
you are fighting a pursuing world, and
troubles, instead of driving you into the
cool lake of heavenly comfort, havo made
you stop and turn around and lower your
head, and it is simply antler against
tooth I do not blame you. Probably un
der the same circumstances I would have
done worse. But you are all wrong. You
need to do as the reindeer does in February
and March—it sheds its horns. Tho rab
binical writers allude to this resignation of
antlers by the stag when they say of a man
who ventures his money in risky enter
prises he lias hung it on the stag's horns,
and a proverb in tho far east tells a man
who has foolishly lost his fortune to go
and find where the deer sh» ! £ her horns.
My brother, quit the antagonism of your
circumstances, quit inisanthrophy, quit
complaint, quit pitching into your pur
suers; be as wiso as next spring will be
all tho deer of the Adirondacks. Shed
your horns.
But very many of you who are wronged
of the world—and if in any assembly be
tween here and Golden Gate, Pan Fran
cisco, it were asked that all those that
had boon sometimes badly treated should
raise both their hands and full response
should be made, there would bo twice as
many hands lifted as persons present—I
say many of you would declare, “We have
always done the best we could and tried
to be useful, and why we should become
the victims of realignment or invalidism
or mishap is inscrutable.” Why, do you
know tho finer a deer and the more ele
gant its proportions and the more beauti
ful its bearing the more anxious the hunt
ers and tho hounds are to capture it? Had
the roebuck a ragged fur and broken hoofs
and an obliterated eye and a limping gait
the hunters would havo said. “Pshaw,
don't let us waste our ammunition on a
sick deer. ” And the hounds would have
given a few sniffs of the scent, and then
darted off in another direction for better
game. But when they see a deer with ant
lers lifted in mighty challenge to earth
and sky. and the sleek hide looks as if it
had been smoothed hy invisible hands,
and the fat sides inclose the richest pas
ture That could be nibbled from the banks
of rills so clear they seem to have dropped
out of heaven, anil the stamp of its foot
defies the jack shooting lantern and the
rifle, the horn and the hound, that deer
they will have if they must needs break
vheir neck in the rapids. So if there were
no noble sruff in your make up. if you
were a bifurcated nothing, if you were a
forlorn failure, you would be allowed to
go undisturbed, but the fact that the
whole pack is in full cry after you is proof
positive that you are splendid game and
worth capturing. Therefore sarcasm draws
on you its "finest bead.” Therefore the
world goes gunning for you with its best
Maynard breechloader. Highest compli
ment is it to your talent, or your virtue,
or your usefulness. You will
In proportion to your graaVnc
The best and tho mightiest
world ever saw had set after
hounds, terrestrial and "dlabol
lapped his blood after the’CfdvttBgui mas
sacro. The world paid nothing todts Re
deemer but a bramble, four sgikes and a
cross. Many who havo done t»eir best to
make the world better • have Jjad such a
rough time of It that all their Jpieasure is
in anticipation of -Mie next trforld, and
thoy could express their ovjn feelings in
the words-of tho Baronestjof'Nairn at the
close of her long life, when asked if she
would like to live her life ov<Jr agpiffi: .
Would you be young again? v
/So would not
One tear of mer-tWy given,
Onward I'll bio;!. • ' ip, jSfeff
Life's dark wave fljtded <r^r, T
Ail but at rest on sjiope, . .g
Kay. would you nlingo-ol'.ce nffce.
With home so nigi>? Me ‘ v
If you might, woulfzjrou now
Retrace your *vayn
Wander through stormy
Feint and astray? „"V
Right’s gloomy watfliies fled.
lids.
Morning all beaming-.jeo. ; •'
us she*
eV
|
d tbera
Hope's smile around us
Heavenward, away! V
Relief For Tronble.
Yes, for some people in thif&
teems no let up. They are ptirgued from
youth to manhood and from inaiAood into
old age. Very distinguished' are Lord
Stafford's hounds, tho Ear! of .Yarbor
ough's hounds and the Duke o| Rutland’s
hounds, and Queen Victoria pay's ?8,5O0
per year to her master of buckhounds.
But all of thorn put together do not equal
In number or speed or power to huntMown
the great kennel of hounds of .widgh'sin
and trouble are owner and master.■
But what is a relief for all thjg pprsuit
of troublo and annoyance and (join and
bereavement? My text gives it to you In
a word of threo letters, but caen letter is
a chariot if you would triunjph^or a
throne if you want to be crowitetn or u
lake if you would slake your thirst—yes,
a chain of three lakes—God, the one foi
whom Dayid longed and tho ono whom
David found. You might as welFlneet a
stag which, after its sixth mile of run
ning nt tho topmost speed through thicket
and gorgo and with the breath of the dogs
on its heels, has oorue in full sight of
Seroon lake and try to cool its projecting
and blistered tongue with a drop *of SfW
from a blade of grass as to attempt to
satisfy an itnmoual soul, when flying
from troublo and sin, with anything less
deep and high and broad and immense
and infinite and eternal than God. His
comfort—why, It embosoms all ^stress.
His arm, it wrenches off all bondago. His
hand, it tj/pes away all tears. His Christ-
ly atonement, it makes us all right with
tho past and all rfglrt with the future, all
right with God, ill*' rlgjit with man and
all. right forever.. Lamartine tells us that
.King Nimrod said to his three sons:
“Here are threo vasos, and one is of clay,
another of amber and another of gold.
Choose now which yon will hnva. ” The
eldest son, having first ohoicc, chose the
vase of gold, on which.was writtoii the
word “Empire,” and when opened it was
) found to contain human blopd. .The sec
ond son, making the next choice, chose
the vasovof nmbot, inscribed with the word
f “Glory,'’And when opened H contained
; tho ashes of those who were on go called
''.great, The thitjd Son took the vase of claj#
and, nooning it, found, it empty, but on
'|he bottom of it was inscribed the name
of God. King Nimrod askncThiaefiiartiors
Which vase they thought 1 w « „
most. Tho avaricious men ot bt&fttenrt
U;
0 WG=c?t i
the empty vase, because ono lettcf#-’j£:v*9
: namo of God outweighed a universe.
The World Too Uucertal^ ‘
For him I thirst; for his grace d beg:’; ^
his proraiso I build my all. Without linij.’
I cannot bo happy. I havo triad (dje lyoild,
and it docs well enough as farvnsGt
but it is too uncertain a world,'fifcgyaneS-
nssailed ! the prccipico, and some of the dogs whoso
iments. neck and paw Landseer, the painter, has
the | made immortal, would not find mo shut-
all tho ting them out from tho gate of shining
they pearl. Some of those old St. Bernard dogs
that have lifted perishing travelers out of
the Alpine snow, the dog that John
Brown, the Scotch essayist, saw ready to
spring at the surgeon lest in removing the
cancer ho too much hurt the poor woman
whom tho dog felt bound to protect, and
dogs that we caressed in our childhood
days, or that in later time laydown on the
rug in seeming sympathy when our homes
were desolated. 1 say if some soul entering
.eaven should happen to leave the gate
ajar and these faithful creatures should
quietly walk In it would not at all disturb
my heaven. But all those human or brutal
hounds that have chased and torn and
lacerated the world, yea, all that now bite
or worry or tear to pieces, shall be prohib
ited. “Without arc dogs !” No place there
for harsh critics or backbiters or despoil
ers of the reputation of others. Down with
you to the kennels of darkness and de
spair 1 The hart has reached the eternal
wnter brooks, and the panting of the long
ehaso is quieted in still pastures, and.
“there shall nothing hurt or destroy in all
God's holy mountain.”
A Glorious Resene.
Oh, when some of you get there it will
be like what a hunter tells of when push
ing his canoe far up north in the winter
and amid the ice floes and 100 miles, ns he
thought, from any other human beings.
He was startled ono day as he heard a
stepping on the ice, and he cocked the
riflo ready to meet anything that camo
near. Ho found a man, bnrefooted and
insane from long exposure, approaching
him. Taking him into his canoe and
kindling fires to warm him, he restored
him and found out where he had lived and
took him to his home and found all tho
village in great excitement. A hundred
men were searching for this lost man, and
his family and friends rushed out to meet
him, and, as had been agreed, at his first
appearance bells were rung and guns
were fired and banquets spread, and the
rescuer loaded with presents. Well, when
some of you stop out of this wilderness,
where you havo been chilled and torn and
sometimes lost amid the icebergs, into the
warm greetings of all the villages of tho
glorified, and your friends rush out to give
you welcoming kiss, tho news that there
is another soul forever saved will call tho
caterers of heaven to spread tho banquet,
and the bellmen to lay hold of the ropo in
the tower, and while the chalices click at
the feast and the bolls clang from the tur
rets It will bo a scene so uplifting I pray
God I may be there to take part in tho
celestial merriment. “Until the day break
and the shadows flee away, be thou like a
roe or a young hart upon the mountains
of Bother.”
Stop! Women,
And Consider the All-Important Fact.
That in addressing' Mrs. Pinkham you are confid*
ing your private ills to a woman—a woman whose
experience in treating woman's diseases
is greater than that of any living phy
sician—male or female.
You can talk freely to a woman
when it is revolting to relate you*
private troubles to a man—besides,
a man does not understand—simply
because he is a man.
-£?Iany women suffer in silence and
drift along from bad to worse, know
ing full well that they ought to have
immediate assistance, but a natural
modesty impels them to shrink from
exposing themselves to the questions
and probably examinations of even
their family physician^ It is unnec
essary. Without money or price
you can consult a woman, whose
""knowledge from actual experi-
ence is greater than any local
, — physician in the world. The fol-
1 lowing invitation is freely offered;
accept it in the same spirit:
MRS. PINKHAM’S STANDING INVITATION.
Women suffering from any form of female weakness are invited to promptly
communicate with Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass. All letters are received,
opened, read and answered by women only, A woman can freely talk of her
private illness to a woman; thus has been established the eternal confidence bo-
tween Mrs. Pinkham and the women of America which has never been broken,
Out of the vast volume of experience which she has to draw from, it is more than
possible that she has gained the very knowledge that will help your case. She asks
nothing in return except your good-will, and her advice has relieved thousands.
Surely any woman, rieh or poor, is very foolish if she does not take advantage of
this generous offer of assistance.—Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass.
“ The present Mrs. Pinkham’s experience in treating female ills is unparalleled,
for years she worked side by side with Mrs. Lydia E. Pinkham, and for sometime
past has had sole charge of the correspondence department of her great busi
ness, treating by letter as many as a hundred thousand ailing women a year.”
MUSIC’S CHARM.
In tho year 1833 a man named Tappan
moved with his family from New York to
tho remote western country, said family
consisting, besides himself, of a wifo and
six daughters. He had failed in business,
was broken in spirit; his children, he
thought, needed froeh air, so he accoptod
ns. a gift from his brother a large tract of
land upon the edgo-of the wilderness and
6ettled thereon. Very soon enterprising
people began to settle beyond him, and
thore camo to bo much travel past his
door, and as an act of humanity ho fre
quently entertained wayftyafe As theso
calff upon his hospitality taMbaiore and
pen frequent he enlarged*-BSLfiqnse to
tffi?t the’VeqfiaffiiffiiStS .
Inn and put up the usual innkeeper’s sigh.
Not long after this a party of young
men, eight or ten in number, well mount
ed, were returning by a roundabout way
from an electioneering expedition. Thoy
had stopped at every tavern on their route,
-jjEhd toward the middle of the afternoon
tliev reined up before Tappan’s door, pret-
cent a world. I am not a nreiftMsrit^f £ «« " ndo n r i " flaon ? s var!m ' s
ness. I havo nothing against AiMWd.. , *inds °f Aery fluid and, having dismom*-
I have been ono of the most t 9 Anikto, or,A* 1 and secllr f d ^eir horses they entered
to use a more Christian word, {>§o of the, F 'the nouse and noisily demanded whisky,
most blessed of —blessed Uff iny par-"' v ^ lt ./° lla PP® I1 ® d that J ap - nan
ents. blessed in3bo place of ni? nativity, * !ld lds wlfo b f h away, and only his
blessed In my health, blessed li my field | daughters were In charge, and it also hap-
cf work, blessed in my natnral tempera-*] pened that the host, being a rigid and con-
ment, blessed in mv family, blessed in my S" scientious teetotaler, had never kept any
- spirituous liquors in the house. Ut this
fact tho visitors were informed by the eld
est daughter, a handsome, intelligent girl
of 18. But the riotously inclined invaders
had no care just then for female beauty,
cor were they moved by tho fear and dis
trust of tlie frightened girls, but they still
demanded whisky, and when they had be
come assured that they could not havo it
they resolved that they would cut down
the sign before tho door, and tho leader so
informed the young lady.
“You must do as you please, gentle
men,” she said, shrinking, whilo her lit
tle sisters gathered around her for protec
tion. “I cannot prevent you.”
“A tavern sign, and no whisky! Such
a sign is n base fraud.”
“Aye—down with it!’ 1
“Where is your ax?"
“Y'ou will find it somewhere by the
woodpile, sir.”
Threo or four of the party made a rush
for the woodpilo, cursing as they went,
opportunities, blessed in a cops'fortable
livelihood^ blessed in the hope that my
soul will go to heaven through the pardon
ing mercy of God, and my body, unless it
bo lost at sea or cremated in some confla
gration, will lie down in the gardens of
Greenwood among my kindred and
friends, some already gone and others to
como after me. Life to many has been a
disappointment, but to me it has been a
pleasant surprise, and yet I declare that if
1 did not feci that God was now my friend
and over present help I should bo wretched
and terror stricken. But I want more of
him. I have thought over this text and
preached this sermon to myself until with
all the aroused energies of my body, mind
and soul I cqn cry out, “As tho "hart
panteth after tiio water brooks, so panteth
my soul after thee, O God.”
FaHli In Adversity.
Through Jesus Christ make this God
your God, and you can withstand anything
and everything, and that which affrights
others will inspire you. As in time of an
earthquake when an old Christian woman
was asked whether she was scared, an
swered, “No; I am glad that I havo a
God who can shake the world;” or, as in a
financial panic, when a Christian merchant
was asked if he did not fear he would
break, answered: “Y'es, I shall break whon
the Fiftieth Psalm breaks in the fifteenth
verse: ‘Call upon me in the day of trou
ble. I will deliver theo and thou shalt
glorify mo.’” Oh, Christian men and
women, pursued of annoyances and exas
perations, remember that this hunt,
whether a still hunt or a hunt in full cry,
will soon be over. If ever a whelp looks
ashamed and ready to slink out of sight,
it is when in the Adirondacks a deer by
one tremendous plungo into Big Tupper
lake gets away from him. Tho disappoint
ed canine swims in a little way, but, de
feated. swims out again and cringes With
humiliated yawn at the feet of his master.
And how abashed and ashamed will all
ronr earthly troubles be wj.en you havo
dashed into tlie river from under the
throne of God, and the heights and depths
of heiven are between you and your pur
suers. IVe are told in Revelation xxii, 15,
“Without are dogs.” by which I conclude
there is a whole kennel of hounds outside
the gate of heaven, or, as when a master
goes in through a door his dog lies on the
steps waiting for him to come cut, so the
troubles of this life may follow us to the
shining door, but they cannot get in.
“Without are dogs!” I have seen dogs and
owned dogs that I would not bo chagrined
to see in the heavenly city. Some of the
grand old watchdogs who are the con
stabulary of the homes in solitary places,
and for years have been the only protec
tion for wife and child; some of the shep- j
herd dogs that drivo back the wolves and j
bark away the flocks from going too near
while the leader of tho gang, a young man
who would havo been decidedly handsome
if he had beon himself, with others of ills
companions took a notion to overhaul the
house, insisting that there must bo “a
drop of something” somewhere. And
wo may here say that the whole party con
sidered themselves gentlemen. They were
well dressed and respectably connocted.
In a small, well furnished apartment,
apart from the guests’ room, was found a
pianoforte.
“Hallo!” cried the leader, “who plays
on this? Can you?”
“It is mine, sir, ” answered the girl thus
addressed.
“And you can play?”
“Y'es, sir.”
“Can yon sing?”
*‘I sing sometimes, sir.”
“Will you play and slug for us?”
“With pleasure, sir.”
She opened tho piano and sat down an6
played and sang “Tho Maiden’s Prayer.”
Hor voice was clear, musical and sweetly
rich, and the accompaniment was played
with rare skill and grace. The little sis
ters gathered In a semicircle close around
the instrument, and the heretofore riotous
men—but riotous no more—drew nearer
and nearer upon the outside. Some of
them had never heard a piano before, and
not one of them had ever beard sweeter
musio. After a pause, at tfae conclusion
of the piece, the leader spoko again, but
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song, “The Old Hoflse.”
The men who had gone to search for the
ax, hearing the musio, had left the wood
pilo and re-entered ^he,house.
Other songs were sung, in- several of
which two of the younger sisters joined.
The riotous spirits were all subdued, and,
half the party had wet cheeks. Their sym
pathies were aroused, their hearts opened
and the best part of their natures brought
to the surface, and when they had taxed
the fair songstress so far that they felt
ashamed to tax her more they thanked her
heartily and withdrew with as much de
corum as might have been exhibited had
they been retiring from before the throne
of a monarch.
A year after this event Mr. Tappan
chanced to be in Jacksonville on business,
where he was introdno * to Philip St.
Clair, a rising young lawyer of the place.
“Is this tho Mr.. Tappan who one year
ago kept a public house on tho Cloud Hill
road?” asked St. Clair.
“The same, sir.”
“And I, sir,” pursued the lawyer, “was
the leader of that party of riotous men
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“Y’es, sir.”
“Well, Mr. Tappnn|*frora that day I
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Mr. Tappan knew St. Clair well by rep
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St. Clair once more visited tho wayside
inn, tho result of which was that .n less
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“My blessed angel,” ho said, clasping
her to his bosom when she was his own to
cherish and protect, “never, never can I
sufficiently thank heaven for the provi
dence that led mo within your saving in
fluence in that dark hour of my life.”—
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