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THE CLEVELAND PROGRESS Bj ./0//.Y It. OIJiA”. DEVOTED TO THE MINING, AGRICULTURAL AND EDUCATIONAL IBM WKTIW GE CLEVELAND, WHITE COUNTY AND NORTH EAST GEORGIA. TERMS:— One Dollar Per Tear. voi, ir. 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 Hi West Side Public Square, GAINESVILLE, GA. CLEVELAND HIGH SCHOOL, CLEVELAND, GEORGIA. Spring Term Begins January 2<1, 1S93. Begins July 10th, 1893. Fall Term Tuition in all Classes per Month, $1.00. In connection with flic Spring and Fall terms, will he taught the terms of the public schools. For further particulars call oil or address ALBERT BELL, Principal, Or CHAS. W. MERRITT, Assistant. Sash, Doors and Blinds CLARK, BELL & CO., -Manufacturers nnd Danders Sash, Doors, Blinds, Mouldings, Brackets. SHIKaLESS and. LUMBER. Also SEWER atid DRAIN PIPE. Prices as low is the lowest. Satisfaction guaranteed. CLARK, BELL & CO., Gainesville, Ga. EVERY MAN HIS OWN DOCTOR i:» J. IIAJIILTON AYEUN, ,11. I). A 600-page Illustrated Book, contain ing valuable information pertaining to disease of the human system, showing how to treat and cure with simplest of medicines. The hook contains analysis of courtship and marriage; rearing and management of children, besides valu able prescriptions, recipes, otc., with a and a full complement of facts in mate ria medica that everyone should know. This most indispensable adjunct to every well-regulated household will be mailed, post-paid, to any address on receipt of price, SIXTY CENTS. Addresa ATLANTA PUBLISHING HOUSE. ItS Loyd St., ATLANTA, GA. 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.