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CLEVELAND, WHITE COUNTY,
fpA, FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1893.
NO. 29.
Great Reductions!
Irresistible Bargains!
My
Semi-Annual Clearance
IS NOW ON.
Sale
REV. 'DR; -TlrLMAGE
THE flROOKLYJf! DRINK'S-SUN-
1>AY SMUAJO.V.
WlL .
Subjcoti V'JIAglit inytho -Kvculnjj.”
•rlk
e»M0 IrneJt «Ai
Tkxt : u At evening
—Zoehnrlnh xlv., 7.
W'hllo “night” In nil
symbol lot (tlbonl Mid
fin'll,V cheer fill; bright.;;
Speak Uot bt suoh aightl 1
In' slnf piibrlUg light
Wi'Vi! lousing up light
hurt ling, portentous—b’
see when thn pomp
henvmt ntfit put tin tit,
"ehlU* its though thn soi
Ing stars begun so lou|
yet among the eonstellL
or (1ml were shouting for.
fine!' Highlit tlm Bt'lhlt
foteehStlSi litld thn „„„
pt'elfIf, and the helittnii Irifpelnf by tho roinl
flihh anil the seldlof rrpni^tlm h
hosts ganit'g hpi'd hllhVef
guarding their hooks I
bauds above them Bet th
ing, “Glory td God hi t_
earth peace; gried Will It)
What h sdlomn and gl;
In thy wilderness I Nlghl
tains! Night bn tho
nmodg trnplertl gtdveH
uu .ii. -nverities I "0
Awful nlghl
Untid Metis e
Oampagnu!
dilleras!
tempest I
limit be light.”
gimgos is llm
ring, it is often
impressive, i
am dbwn with
Of silvered
, l neath—murky;
[oh as yeti Often
Hgltlfietllina p|
parade, and it
nloh tho moru-
'o were nhlmlug
ins and the sons
jiesSdS front Hid
»r bn tho tost
put; bitfthj;
HlmpliordS
Id; wl'llo adgel
Ivor bolls n-rlngt
JiWhest ntld bit
fd iftoh.
slhing Is night
ong tho ntounr
1'tilt;hint HiK'ht
liushini* night
ItTpiiton Roman
among tho cor-
Glorious nlghtf mid ana after a
Thahk God fbl the flight I The
tnOoti hrtd tho Bint's Whlrilkh'illo it Mo iight-
UOt'Bes bh tho coast toward wiiioli, I hope
tvo are all snillhg; and blind mariners aro Wo
II With so many hoilmltig; lidmlrigi hartilmr
ttlofieB to guide be we ou6liot ifilit bbr way
‘hto the harbor, My text Any welt suggest
that as tho natural ovonlnd if often luminous
so It Shall bd light ili tho «Wining of our sor-
tows-'-of Old age'-ofthe wbrld’fl history—Of
!| h « OjiriSttnh llto, *'At bvMtiiUd it shall bd
This prophecy will bo lilllled In tliooven-
ng ot Christian sorrow. -Jor a long time it
Is broad daylight, The mitt HdoS high, tn=
numerable activities g3 liueiid with a ttiou-
Bnftil, foot anil work with a thousand arms
anil the piokax struck a mine; and tho hat*
terV mnde A .diBcbvoryi hhil the lhveStmeht
it".?® fth, ‘ lllli came Id
Its twentieth edition, am! tho farm quad-
tuplod In value; and the sudden fortimo
hoisted trt high position; attd bhildt-cit tvefq
hraisad; niid Irlonda Wlthdift ndiilbof DwahiUid
ihtd the fdhuiy hive, and $ro»norIty 8 aug Jn
tho music hud stopped iii tho danoo and
glowed in tho wino and ntjfcjit tho banquet
Und all the gods ot muhfTiuid oasoand irrutl-
flcatlon gathotod around tliirt. {timitof: Jldld',
idg in hie htilidb fee inhby tmihdoibdltB of
jpotfefc
Rut ovory sun must sc-t, nnd tho brightest
day must havo its twilight. Buddouly tho
eky was overcast. Tho Iduntain dried up.
Tim song hushodi Tho Wolf broke, into tho
family fold Mid Oatrlbd (iff (lid befct idrilb. A
llOop howl Of woe came crashing dowii
through tho joyous symplionios. At onu
t-ougll twang bf the hand Of dheistottho hard
string* ajl btdko; DoWii wotlt tho SH-odg
uUsiUeMS lUfm I Away went long ORtabifehed
Orodit! Up llow a llook-^ calumnies! Tho
ttowbodk would not sol.* A pat oat could
liOt bo SociU'od Jor tho invention: fltookri
Jahk like lbtLh Th# ihflUtaiiOO <?6m|)aiiy ox-
WOdOd. *'How muohsays the sheriff,
“will you bid for this piano?” “How much
for this llbrnryV” ‘«#oyr much for this
family pioturo?” A
Will tho graco of God hold ono up In suoh
MfcUrtifttiihetift? \VhUt havrt bficomti of thd
ktoat tnUltltUdo Of God’s ehiidhui who havrt
beoil poundod of tho flail hnd crlishod under
the WhOol and trampled tinder thd hoof? Hid
they HO down ill thd ddai wo<ipingi wailirirf
fcUd gnashing their teeth?,* ^hoii thd rod tlf
fatherly chastisement Btrtigk them: did they
strike baohV Booausotho&yound one bitter euti
on tho table of God’s nufejMvi did they in,sot
tho WholO tabloY Hid Hioy kiiool doWrl rit
their empty money vault kind say? "All mV
treasures are gone?” Hlfl they stand by tho
grnvo of tholr dead sayfug» r ‘Thero never
will bo a resurrection?” I
Did they bemoan their (hwartod plana and
say, “The stocks aro ((own-n’ould God I
wore dead?” Hid the night of t.lieir disaster
come Upon tlidm mddiilessjfttaHoSs; dark iiild
howling* smothering and Choking tholr lives
Out? No! No! No! At eventimo it was
light. The swift promises overtook them.
Tho eternal constollations from tho circuit
about God’s throne poured down an Jnflnlto
luster. Under their shining the billows of
trouble took on crests and plumes of gold
and Jaspar und amethyst and ilatno. All the
trees of lifo rustled in the midsummer air of
God’s love. Tho night blooming assurances
of Christ’s sympathy filled all the atmos
phere with heaven. Tho soul at every step
seemed to start up from its feet bright
winged joys warbling heavenward.
“It Is good that I havo boon afflicted,”
tries David. “Tho Lord gave, and the Lord
hath taken away,” exclaims Job. “Horrow-
fdl, yet always rejoicing,” says Bt. l’aul.
“And God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes,” exclaims John in apocalyptic
vision. At eventimo it was light. Light
from the cross ! Right from the promises l
Light from tho throne ! Streaming, joyous,
outgushlng, everlasting light!
Tho text shall also find fulfillment in tho
timo of old age. It is a grand tiling to bo
young—to have the sight clear and the hear
ing acute and tho step elastic and all our
pulses marching on to the drumming of a
stout heart. Midlife and old ago will be de
nied many of us, but youth—wo all know
wlmt that is. Those wrinkles were not al
ways on your brow. That enow was not al
ways on your head. That bruwny muscle
did not always bunch your arm. You have
not always worn spoctaclcs. Grave and dig.
niiled as you now aro, you once went coast-
ing down the hillside, or threw off your 1ml
for tho race, or sent tho ball flying sky high.
Rut youth will not always last. It stays
only long enough to give us exuberant spir
its, and broad shoulders for burden carry
ing, ami an arm with which to battle our
way through difficulties. Life’s path if you
fellow it long enough will come under frown
ing crag nnd across trembling causeway.
Blessed old ago if you let it come naturally.
You cannot hide It. You may try to cover
the wrinkles, but you cannot cover the
wrinkles* .If tho time lias come for you to
I propose to have clean counters for my
And to insure this have made large
reductions in every department, which
will surely attract close buyers.
J
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CLEVELAND HIGH SCHOOL,
CLEVELAND, GEORGIA.
Spring Term Begins January 2<1, 1S93.
Begins July 10th, 1893.
Fall Term
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THE DEAD FIREMEN.
The Heroes of the Chicago Holocaust
Consigned to ErtWIi.
A Chicago Speck! says: Tlu*funer
al of eight of tho unidentified victims
of the lire took pjnee Friday afternoon.
The funeral car, deeply draped, drawn
by eight coal black horses and escort**
e<l by a guard of honor of the com*
rad os of the dead army officers* Co
lumbian Guards and police. In thd
funeral procession wero all tho army
ollieers on duty at the fair, a company
of fifty Columbian guards, and teii
sergoa ids, commanded by Captiwu
Sekunk and Lieutenants Ely and Sage,
and details from the fire department.
Besides the citizens there were civic
societies in which the dead had mem
bership.
NO FETES IN PARIS
In celebration of the Anniversary of
the Fall of the HaitiIc.
A special Paris cablegram says Fri
day was the 104th anniversary of the
fall of the llastile, which is usually
celebrated with much rejoicing, but
| the fetes in Paris during the day were
j marked with tameness, and the naval j
celebration was conspicuous through- !
out its absence. This is due entirely
to the feeling engendered by recent
riots. The anarchists took advantage
of the day to post incendiary placards
oil tho dead walls and other places,
making threats of what they intended to
do,going so far as to say they would de
stroy tho city by fire. President Car
not, in accordance with the usual cus
tom, pardoned 819 convicts.
Cause of Measles.
Commenting on the fact that fifty-two
deaths had occurred in Holton, England,
from measlcG during the past month, ,
Councillor Entwistle said the cause of
measles was distinctly the eating of
swine’s flesh. Measles was distinctly a
swine’s disorder, and a total abstinence
from the eating of swine’s flesh was re-
rjuired in order that measles might bo
suppressed. His argument was sLrongly
supported by the condition of the lie-
brew community in Manchester, among
whom there was perfect freedom from I
that disease. In Holton, respectable peo
ple whose houses were models of order
and of sanitary condition, had the health (
and the lives of their children endangered i
because they had to mingle with the ;
childron of other people who were gross- j
fed and had their homes amid insanitary
surroundings.—[Now York Dispatch. i
A Wholesome Veoetaijle Soup.—
A vegetable soup with tomatoes as a
foundation is both excellent and whole
some. Clean one leek, two carrots and
a small turnip, and cut them in bits.
Put them over the fire in a quart of
cold water, with half a sliced onion, two
sprigs of parsley, two of celery, and a
half clove of garlic, if convenient. Let
the vegetables simmer for one hour, then
add a can of tomatoes, or a quart of fres. ;
tomatoes, and butter the size of au cgg3
Let the soup cook at least two hours i .. , - —
longer; then thicken it with two table- u 8 “ f 0t ?? r 1 »/, ho ravon8 of tho valley shall pick
b t i\ i a - <. , ( , it out, and tho yotmi? entries shall eat it. f
spoonfuls of flour, and strain it through Tho bright morning and hot noonday of
a puree sieve. Serve with a cupful of , lifo havo passed with many. It is 4 o'clock»
fried croutons in the tureen.
0 O’clock!
longer i
5 old.
bo old, bo not ashamed to bo old.
grandest things in ail tho universe a
Old mountains, old rivers, old sen
stars and an old eternity. Then do not ho
oaluuned to bo old unless you are older than
tho mountains and older than the stars.
How men and women will lie! They say
they are 40, but they are (50. They say they
are 20, but they are 30. They say they aro
60, but they are 80. How some people will
lie ! Glorious old age if found in the way of
righteousness! How beautiful tho old age
of Jacob, leaning on tho top of his staff, of
John Quiney Adams falling with the harness
on. of Washington Irving sitting pen ia hand
amid tho scenes himself had made classical
of John Angell James to the last proclaiming
the Gospel to tho masses of Birmingham, of
Theodore Frollnghuyson down to foobleness
and emaciation devoting his illustrious
faculties to tho kingdom of God. At oveu-
tide it was light!
Bee that you do honor to tho aged. A
pnnosopner stood at tno corner or me street
day after day saying to tho passers by s
“You wiii be an old man. Yon will be an
old man.” “You will lioanold woman. You
will bo an old woman.” People thought ho
was crazy. I do not think that ho was.
Bipootli the way for that mother’s foot—they
have not many more steps to take. Hteady
fhoso tottering limbs—they will soon bo at
rest. Plow not up that face with any more
wrinkles. Trouble and care havo marked it
RilJ enough. Thrust no thorn into thnt old
# d’elook I Iflie shadows fall
>ngor and thtokor nnd faster, ovofi G’olnok 1
p O clock I Tho suii lms dipped below thd
norizoii; Tho Warmth has gone out of tho
dn‘„ NI ' t ?„W la<ik , 10 °' olook ' Tho houvy
(liloa aro lulling, 'l'hu ridtlVItUw dt Itfa'a day
nra all lmshod. It la tlmo to go to hdcL
Eluvod O’clock 1 13 o'clock I Tho patriarch
aioopa thd blBjaed Bios;., tho oool olurp, tho
*mg Wdopi .TTeavoti’a irienaoHgorg of light
havo kiiidlod bonfires of victory nil tlVoi* the
heavens. At ovontido it Is light—light 1
My text shall also find fulfillment ia the
latte* (VijTi Of tins oliurotii Onlf a few mis
sionaries, (i few olnirriheS, it foW good men.
compared with tho institutions leprous aud
tmtrefiod;
ft 1* eiwlt vot iii thd history Of ovorything
good. Civilization niid (jluflStlatHty are just
getting out of tho cradle. The light ol
martyr stakes flashing all up and down tho
*kv is hut thd (laming of tho morning, but
when tho evoiiuig Uf thd world shall
come, glory to God’s conquering truth,
if shall bo light. War’s uwoni
einnglng back In tho scabhord:
Intemperaiiea burifd under 10,000 broken
decanters ; the Wot'hl d lhlputlty turning its
brow heavenward for tho benediction,
“Blessed art' tho puro in heart;” tho last
vestige of sol/ldlmes* siibmorgod in heaven
descending charities J till Ulil»*i» Worshiping
I)r. Abeol’s Saviour; all India boliovlilg ia
Henry Marlyn’s Bible ; aboriginal suporstl-
tioil ae!piow t ledging David Brainerd’s piety ,
human bondage uellVei’Od (hrmiglt Thomas
Clarkson’s Christianity, vagranny dOnililg
back from Us pollution at tho call of Elizabeth
Fry’S Reduoinor * tho mountains coming
down ; the vallovs tfUlllg Up | “holiness” in
scribed on horse’s bell and. silkworm’ll thread
nnd brown tnrashor’s wing and rfliell s tingf
and manufacturer’s shuttle and chemist’s
lahorafdrv arid Urdu's snantor and Nation’s
Magna Charts. Not it lidSpitiilj fdr tboroarc
no wounds ; not an asylum; for thol'd fil'd fid
orphans! hot a prison; for thoro are nti
Criminals i licit ait ^lmfihriuso; for thoro arc
no paupers ; not a tear, ft)f there iWo ho sor
rows? The long dirge of earth’s lnmontntitlll
has ended in tho triumphal inarch of re
deemed empires, tho forest harping it on
vJne-strung branches, the water chanting it
among the gorges, cud tlntudoftf, drumming
It among the hills, the ooean giving it f*Mit
with its organs, trade winds touching thd
keys and euroeJydon’s foot on tho podal.
I want tfi set* Johri Howard whentlio last
prisoner is reformed. 1 Wailt to see ^Irtrence
Nightingale when the last sabre wound ho4
stopped hurting. I want to see William
Pen it wfieii the hirit Indiari has bcon civil
ized. i want to see John itiitfa wheW tho.last
flame of persecution 1ms boon extinguished.
I want lo boo John Bunyan after the Inst
pilgritli lms como to the gate pf the Celestial
City. Abiivd itllj I iLint, td sod ,Taids after
the last saint has hiu throne and boguii id
sing hallelujah I
You have watched tho calmness and the
glory of the ovoning hour. Tho laborers havo
eonm from the Held: £bn heavons aro glow
ing with an indescribable OlYulgffiridrii aS
though the sun in departing had forgotten tej
shut tho gato after It. All the beauty of cloud
nnd loaf swims in tho lake. For a star in tho
sky, a star In the water—heaven above and
heaven beneath. Not a leaf rustling, or a
bee humming; hi’ it gfihtshupper chirping.
Hilonoo iii tho meadows, Silence among thd
hills.
Thus bright and bountiful shall hotlie even
ing of Hie world: Tho heats of earthly eon-
filet are oOolod. Tlift gldry iff heaven fills all
gltfry (
the scene with love nnd joy and poaeo. At
oventime it is light—light!
Finally) text shall find fulfillment at
tho end of tho Christians life. Yen know
now short a winter’s day is, ivn 1 how little
work you can do. Now. my friends, lire is a
abort winter’s day. The sun rises at H and
sets at 4. Tho birth ungel and death angel
fly only a little way apart. Baptism and
burial are near idgotlloL With one hand
tho mother Moles tltd eradio; litld With the
other she touches thd grave;
I went into the house bt ono of my
parishioners on Tlmhksglvlrig day. Tho lit
tle child of tho hoiiflehhld Was bright and
glad, nnd with It I bdiliided Up and downtlio
hall. Christmas day eame, and the light of
that household had perished; We Btood
with black book; roudlrig over the grave, r
“Ashes lo ashes, dust td dust.”
But I hurl away this darkness. 1 eannot
have you weop. Thanks be unto God, who
givoth us the victory, at ovontiino it shall bo
light ( I have seen many Christians die. I
never saw any of them riio in durkness.
What Jf. thd billows Of death do rise above
our glrdId;Wh<J dboS Jitft JOvd to bathe? What
though other lights dd g0 oiit iii (ho blast,
what do we want of them wheii all thd gates
of glory Bwing open before us, and from a
myriad voices, a myriad harps, a myriad
thrones, a myriad palaces, there dash upon
us, “Hosanna! Hosanna !”
“Throw buck the shutters and let the sun
come In.” said dying Booville McCollum, one
of my Hahhath-school boyH. You can see
Paul putting on robes and wings of asconsion
ns ho exclaims i “I have fought the good
light, I have llnlsliod my course. I have
kept tho faith.” Hugh McKail went to ono
side of the scaffold of martyrdom and orlod ;
“Farewell sun, moon aud stars I Farewell
all earthly delights !” Thou went to the other
side of tho scaffold and cried t “Welcome,
God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus
Christ, tho Mediator *f th« covenant! Wel
come death l Welcome glory !”
A rninistor of Christ In Philadelphia, dying,
said In his last moments * “I move into the
light l” They did not go down doubting and
fearing and shivering, but their battlocry
rang through all the caverns of tho sepul
chro and was echoed back from all tho
thrones of heaven : “O death ! whero is thy
sting? O grave 1 whero is thy victory?”
Bing, my soul, of joys to como.
I saw a beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth. 8ho touched tho aged, and
they became young. She touched tho poor,
and they became rich. I said, “Who is this
beautiful being, wundoring up and down tho
earth?” They told mo that hor name was
Death. What a strange thrill of jov when
tho palsied Christian begins to use his arm
again ! When the blind Christian begins to
see again ! When the deaf Chrlstiun begins
to hear again ! When the poor pilgrim puts
his feet on such pavement and joins in such
company and lms a free seat in such a groat
temple!
Hungry men no more to hungor ; thirsty
men no more to thirst :weoplng men no more
to weep , dying men no more to die. Gather
up all sweet words, all jubilant expressions,
all rapturous exclamations. Bring them to
inc, and I will pour them upon this stupend
ous theme of tho bouI’b disonthrnllment 1 Oh,
tho joy of the spirit as It shall mount up
toward tho throne of God shouting : Free I
Frco! Your eye has gazed upon the garni
ture of earth and hoaron, but the eye hath
not seen it. Your eye has «a«ght harmonies
uncounted and indescribable—caught them
Jrorri harp’s trill ami bird’s carol and water
fall’s dusli and oeean’s doxology, but thu ear
hath not heard it.
How did those blessed onen get up into the
light? What hammer knocked off their
chains? What loom wove their robes of
light? Who gave them wings? Ah, eternity
is not long enough to toll it ; seraphim have
not capacity enough to realize it—the mar
vels of redeeming love! Let tho palms wave,
let the crowns glitter; let tho anthems as
cend, let tho trees of Lebanon clap their
hands—^they cannot toll tho half of It.
Archangel before the throne, thou failoBti
King on, praise on, ye hosts of tho glorified.
And if with your scepters you cannot reftoh
it and with your songs you cannot express
it, then let all the myriads of tho saved unite
in tho exclamation, “Jesus ! Jesus I Jesus l"
Thoro will bo a password nt the gate of
heaven. A great multitude como up and
knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says,
“Tho password.” They say: “Wo have no
password. Wo were great on earth, and now
wo come up to be great in heaven.” A voice
from within answers, “I never knew you.”
Another group come up to tho gate of
heaven and knock. The gntokeoper say*,
heart. It will soon ceoso to boat. “Thoeya j “The password.” They say: “Wo* havo no
that mocketh its father and refusoth to obey j password. Wo did a groat many noble things
i*« ..I ... i on ©Orth. We endowed colleges and took
Qiiro of tho poor.” A voico from within says,
“I never knew you.”
Another group some up to the gate of
heaven and knooki Tho gatekeeper says,
“The pass worth n They answer, “We worn
wanderers from God and de*orvod to die,
but wo heard tho voice of Jcsitfl,” “Aye,
aye,” said tho gate keep or, “that is tho pass
word 1 Lift up your* hea ls, ye everlasting
gates, nnd lot these people Como in.” They
go In a lid surround the throne, jtlbilimt for
ever.
Ah ! do you wotldrv that the last hours of
tho Christian on earth iu'o illuminated by
thoughts of the coming glory? Light in tho
evening, Tho medicines may bn bitter, Tho
pain may be Sharp. The parting may bo
heartrending. Yet light in tho evening. As
all the stars of night sink their anchors of
pearl in lake and river and sea, so the waves
of Jordan SlUlll he illuminated with tho down
flashing of tho glory to como, Thu dying
soul looks up at the constellations, “Thu
Lord Is my light nnd my salvation ; whom
shall f fdnr?” “Tho Lamb which is in tho
midst of the throitu elutll load them to living
fountains of water, and God shall wipe away
all tonra from their eyes. ”
Close thd eyes of the departed one ; earth
would seem tamo to its enchanted vision.
Fold the hands ; life’s Work is ended. Veil
the faoo; it has been transfigured. Mr.
Toplady in Ills dying hour said, “Light.”
Coming nearer the oxplring moinont, ho ex
claimed. with illuminated eountouanoo,
“Light,” In tho last instance of his breath
ing ho lifted up his hands and cried
“Light I Light 1” Thunk God for light in
tho ovoning.
BILL ABF’S LETTER.
The Fhiloiher is at Sea la ihxari
Perirtnnent Relief Until There Is ft
Rctiirttitl fur Industrial Products*
Silver and gold. I wish that 1 did lyider-
B* Up it it. I have saiil so much about biiuot-
taliism find demonetizing ami frfio coinsgo and
tho Sherman act niid thti pUrelntHO pf million
and what congress should do AtU\ fiHoUhln y t do
tjmt it nil malioa my head swim Hnd 1 lose tfofl-
fidoeef) in AD, Cleveland and Air, Carlislo and
everybody t'lfl“. Thfl tfhabi thing acorns to bo
in a tangle. Havo wo no gr'bitt Statesmen, no
great financiers to back up to ? Arc thd ffdltotv
ot Hie papers to box tho thing about forovor
nnd ever and keep tlio ped^om a quandary?
Is partisan politics to curso tlio CcnttlU y while it
is sufforing f.om a financial panic that L para
lysing cvluy industry and creating a general
distrust. ThmtJ ifJ iKffc sc republican paper bill
what would rather tho doifiddra'i would make n
blunder than to bring relief. They are (i hsaft-
Icbb sot—those politicians. 'Ilioy aro evorlast- |
frlgl? machining around to koop in office or to ■
get in rind th6 uchri >cratrf aro nearly ns bad as i
tlio republlerindi I ImVo hoard so mttcli in the
last two weoks about iiiaeliirfo politics that t AM I
•iek. I nevor concoived how Many bkrgnins |
and trades lmd to bo mado to get mi office ; |
how many traps and triggors and how tho pat- I
rmingo mid spoils nnd porquiHitea had to bo di
vid'd Put to stiit tho congressmen and keep
thorn in oflhe. Ncft all tho pUngfossmen, of
course, for thank hoavoli tf'd havo some thero
who havo no machiuo nnd who tfolild nett fear
to bate 6vory act of their political lifo laid open
to tho people,- but w.th some of thorn a
public office is a private trust. They
Bay, “This U my olfieo, I WUikod for
It, stooped for it, liod for it, and I’m going lo
maKtf all J can out of it.” It bus boon that way
always I reckon flntl wo can’t help it, but I do
wish wo had some great tftfttesraon like thoro
used to bo—-some groat thinkers add lowleia
liko Calhoun and Webster ami DoWitt Glintfln
of tin olden times. I wish that wo had Jus
tice Jackson in congress, for I do boliovo that
A until Who cottld Untangle the Contral rail
road as tjuidkly as lid did could Untangle all this
monoy businoss and tell tho country what to do
to rostoro confidonco. That irt all that is want
ed tliov say. Confidence! I want somfl my-
riolf. Oonfidcnoo is a plant of slow growth in
rin agfed-ootftfnt. My old friend Gicaro Strong
told mo tho other day that the way to sottlo the
trouble was to tuko tlio iod.Olb,()(»() of reservo
gOJd that was in tho treasury uml uso it, for it
had beofi there for years and years doing iio
good and they might just as well fill up tho
bags with iron or lead or copper and nobody
would ever know tho diffurenoo, for it is never
combed, but is woighod twice u year. It coiifd
bo fixed up in tho night by the treasurer
And ono or iwo mon to help. “What is the uso
Of the gold being locked tip so long when it is
ho'-ded so had?’’ “Maybe that’s been done al
ready,” said I. “Maybe thu gold isn’t thero,
but it is only bags of load.’ “Alaybo them fo-
nub]loans did change it,” said Cicero, and bo
looked solemn, Jilco ho, too, hud lost confi
dence.
During tho last great political excitement when
tliopooplo’s party was cavorting around, a little
preacher ovor in East Tennessee mounted a
wagon body at a justico court ground and har
angued the boys on tlio silver question. “Freo
ullvcr!" ho cried. Freo silver! Bloused ho tho
prospect. When our party gets in power my broth-
ron, thoro will bo no more ymut, no more pov
erty, no moro hnnds to bang down or feeble
knees to shako, but everybody will havo silver.
Bless tho Lord I Wo will run every mine to its
full capacity day and night, and wo will opon a
thousand now ones and ship tho shining ore to
tho mints and melt nnd mold and stamp and
tlion ship it all ovor tlio country by tlio carload,
and when our sbaro gets hero wo will load it in
wagons and drive out on every road, and as tho
wagons move along wo will shovel it out and
scatter it far and wide, and oven tlio women
and children will got I'omo, bless tho Lord !
Freo silver; como quickly and “buy witliout
monoy and without prico, oh yo of little faith,”
and tlio people said “anion.”
That wasn’t muoh word© than a speech that I
hoard George Francis Train make at Rochester
about twenty years ago. Ho grew sublimely
eloquent about tlio government issuing millions
and billions and trillions anil quintrillions of
paper monoy and lending everybody just as
much as they wanted. “Keep tho pHpr r mills
running day and night and tho printing ma- !
chinos, and lot tho bright, now bills Hood tlio 1
land, and then I will havo a pocket full and feel
liko a gentleman, and my country friend over !
there will havo his saddle bags full, ami that !
good old woman will liavo her apron full and !
wo will build dockH and canals and railroads and '
meeting houses and ships and factories and
everybody will have plenty to do at big prices, j
and tho poor will become rich and thoso who i
aro now rich will become poor, for their old-
fashioned money will bo good no moro, and wo :
will all bo happy as if the millonium had 1
come. ”
“Hold on, Train,” snid ono of his hoarers; ;
“hold on a minute.” “What’s the matter?”
said Train. “Wouldn’t tho whole thing col-!
lapso and bust un after a while?” said his hear- ;
er. Train looked at him wi h sovereign con- |
tempt, aud said: “Why, of course, it would;
any fool might know that. Thoro would bo an i
awful bust up, but all these hotels and canals I
and railroads and factories wouldn’t bust up—
tliov would bo thoro. Don’t yon hoc ?”
Thero is Homo truth in all this, evon if a
crank did say it. Go to Docatur and Anuinton
and Boyce’s anl Sheffield and Florence and
Bridgeport. Go any whore whero thoro was a
hoom a few years ago ami see tho big houses
and stores and factories that are empty. They
aro all thoro, but tho collapso cimo and tho
builders have scattered to parts unknown.
You can’t forco prosperity by a boom, neither
can it bo forced by legislation at Washington.
They inay grease the wagon so that it will run
easbr. but no pormanent relief will como until
there is a di inand for tho products of industry,
whether they come from tho f ictories, the mills,
tho furnaces or tho soil. Thero lias boon an
over-production in almost evoiything and thero
has been too much extravngance at home. If a
man gormandizes himself ho gets sick and has
to take medicine. Just so most everybody has
been living beyond thoir means- -buying too
much on a credit because credit was offuro l
and goods wero cheap, and now when tlio shut
down comes wo aro not prepared for it. That’s
the way it is at my houi>e, und all I can do is to
lay it on this financial business and tell my
folks it is lack of confidence. It is all right,
und w.* are taking our medicine. Chicago has
gone up the spout at my house—thank the good
Lord.--BiR Arp, in Atlanta Constitution.
A SONG IN GOOD TIME.
Wlshin’ timo,
Fishin’ timo,
Timo to roll ovor
In slmddors
Of meddors,
On enrpots of olover!
Swingin’ time,
Bingin’ timo,
Timo to bo slppiu’
Tho sunny
Mndn honey
Of melon juice drippin’!
Morry timo,
Berry time,
Timo in good metro ;
Dove time,
An’ love timo,
An’ lifo growiu’ swnelerC
—Atlanta Constitution.
hth and roiNT.
On misohiof bent—Tho pin.
(liven n weigh—Tho now bn by.
PmitH ol repentance—Green npplcfl.
—Truth.
When tho town clock ia wrong it
rpoiis a good many watclicB.—Ham’o
Horn.
A small, insignificant success is bet
tor than a big gilt-odged failure.—
Truth.
Many people go into ecstasies of joy
over the possession of a crest that they
cannot live up to.
As a rule, thoroughness iH desirable.
But Jiiany a grocer has succeeded
through ili'n hnlf-woigh methods.—•
Washington Star.
no heights by great men ronehoil nnd kept
Were not attained by push nud pluck ;
But they, while their companions slept, |
Wero boosted up by bult-Lieiiil luck.
—Truth.
Parmer A—“How much did you get
for yer 'talers?" Farmer B—“Wahl 1
I didn’t get ns much as I expeotod,
hnd f didn’t expect 1 would. ”—Brook
lyn Life,
“What made Gurgle look so sober
when ho left the theatre to-night?”
Mrs. Jngson—“I can tell you: it wan
because thero wero only three acts. ”—
Xntor-Oeonn.
Willie—“Good gwaoious, denh boy?
How did you catch such a cold?”
Chollio—- “The doosid bnrbah combed
my bangs buck oil' my fawrid. ”—In
dianapolis Journal.
Ponelopo—“It’s dreadful! Papa
Wants me to marry a man I havo novor
seen." Perdita—“That’snothing. My
father wants mo to marry a man I havo
soon.”—New York Hecorder.
Mr. F, Fledgoby—“May I bo frank
with you, Miss Maidenblush ?” Miss
Maidonbiush (coyly)—“No, not quite
Prank; tho furthest I can bring myself
to go at present will bo Francis, dear
Mr. Fledgoby, Fun.
Mr.Wickwiro—“How is this? Aren’t
we going to havo any dinner to-day?”
Mrs. Wiokwiro—“I guess not. That
woman ovor the way lias bought such
a lovely new bonnet that I just haven’t
got a bit of appetite.”—Indianapolis
Journal. ^
Bings—“Humph 1 Inventors aro
fools to waste their timo over Hying
machines. Airships can never bo
miUletopoy. ” Bangs—“That depends. -
I know a man who is making nn hoir-
Bhip to a million pay protty well.
Buffalo Courier.
Hungry Higgins—“Goo I Whnt’s
the matter with your oyes?” Dismal
Dawson— * ‘It all comes from reading
the funny things in the paper. I got
tho fool notion that a woman don’t
know how to throw a brick.”—In
dianapolis Journal.
“Of course, you liavo somebody to
cloan the boots aud knives and some
body to do tho kitchen and—” “Oh,’
of course, and I send tho beds out to
bo mado. I wanted somebody only to
bo looked at—but you won’t do. Good
morning.’’—Judy.
“Never toll a friend anything that
would not look well in print with your
namo signed to it,” Bagoly advises thn
Atchison Globe philosopher; but if a
young man would follow this ruin
dtrictly how could ho over manage to
propose?—Somervillo Journal.
Burning Russians Alive.
Somo twelve years ago tho Ozar sont
for General Loris Melikoff, tho famous
chief of the dreaded “third seotion,”
and announced to him that the plague
was Raging in two villagos of the Em
pire, and ordered him to do whatever
was needful with a view to stopping
its ravages, at the samo timo giving
him unlimited powers.
Thereupon Loris Melikoff wont first
to tho Minister of Financo, informed
him that ho should, perhaps, roquiro
a great deal of monoy in ordor to
carry out tho Emperor’s commands,
nud demanded a credit of twenty-live
million dollars. Tho Minister oi
Finance made a long face, but was uu-
ablo to refuse.
Loris Melikoff then postod to tho
villagers in question, and having ob
served tho situation, he telegrapod for
twenty fire engines to be sent from the
neighboring towns, had tho pumps
charged with petroleum, and ordered
the firemen to deluge the cottages with
petroleum, set them on liro, and save
nobody.
Tho order was oxoeuted ; tho cottages
and thoir few hundred inhabitants—
men, women, children and cattle, wore
burned to ashes, and these two villages
disappeared from tho map of Itussin
and from tho registers of tho Empire.
The measure was radical, but it
stamped out tho pluguo effectually.
Melikoff then reported to the Em
peror that his commands hnd been ex
ecuted, and culled on tho Minister of
Finanoe to tell him that out of tho
credit of §25,000,000 granted to him,
ho hud spent only §100 to buy petro
leum, and that consequently His Ex
cellency, thu Miuistor. could dispose
ef the bflluuse. —©isuaUb.