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WELLS OF COMFOBT.
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REV. DR. TALMAGE . FINDS INSPIRA
TION IN THE DESERT.
Oar Duty la to Find Oar Life’s Work and
Stick to It—Wo Are Frone to Try to Lead
When We Are Only Fitted to Follow.
Influence of Parente on Children.
[Copyright. 1898. s^™Y~ lcan Pres 3 Asso-
\V ashington, March 20.—This discourse
of Dr. Talmage draws from an oriental
scene soma stirring lessons and points to
wells ot comfort in unexpected places;
text. Genesis xxl, 19, “And God opened
her eyes, and she saw a well of water, and
she went and filled the bottle with water
and gave the lad drink."
Morning breaks upon Beersheba. There
is an early stir in the house of old Abra
ham. There has been trouble among the
domestics. Hagar, an assistant in the
household, and her son, a brisk hid of lfh
years, have become Impudent and inso
lent, and Sarah, the mistress of the house
hold, puts her foot down very hard and
says that they will have to leave the prem
ises. They are packing up now. Abra
ham, knowing that the journey before his
servant and her son will be very long
across desolate places, in the kindness of
his heart sets about putting up some bread
and a bottle with water in ft. It is a very
plain lunch that Abraham provides, but I
warrant you there would have been enough
ot it had they not lost their way. “God
be with you," said old Abraham as ho
gave the lunch to Hagar and a good many
charges as to how she should conduct the
journey. Ishmael, the boy, I suppose,
bounded away in the morning light. Boys
always like a change. Poor Ishmael I Ho
has no idea of the disasters that are ahead
of him. Hagar gives one lang, lingering
look on the familiar place where she had
spent so many happy daj% each scene as
sociated with the pride and joy of her
heart, young Ishmael.
The scorching noon comes on, The air
is stifling and moves across tho desert with
insufferable suffocation. Ishmael, the
boy, begins to complain and lies down,
but Hagar rouses him up, saying nothing
about her own weariness or the sweltering
heat; for mothers can endure anything.
Trudge, trudge, trudge. Crossing tho
dead level of the desert, how wearily and
slowly the miles slip! A tamarind that
seemed hours ago to stand 'only just a lit
tle ahead, inviting the travelers to come
under its shadow, now is as far off as ever
or seemingly so. Night drops upon the
desert, and the travelers are pillowless.
Ishmael, very weary, I suppose Instantly
falls asleep. Hagar, as the shadows of the
night begin to lap over each other—Hagar
hugs her weary boy to her bosom and
thinks of the fact that it is her fault that
they are in tho desert. A star looks out,
and every falling tear it kisses with a
sparkle. A wing of wind comes over the
hot earth and lifts the locks from the
fevered brow of the boy. Hagar sleeps fit
fully, and in her dreams travels over the
weary day and half awakes her son by cry
ing out in her sleep: “Ishmael! Ishmael!"
We Mast Find Oar Sphere.
And so they go on day after day and
night after night, for they have lost their
way. No path in tho shifting sands; no
sign in the burning sky. The sack empty
of the flout; the water gone from the bot
tle. What shall she do? As she puts her
fainting Ishmael under a stunted shrub of
the arid plain she sees the bloodshot eye
and feels the hot hand and watches tho
blood bursting from the cracked tongue,
and there is a shriek in the desert of Beer
sheba: “Wo shall diol We shall die!"
Now, no mother was over made strong
enough to hear her son cry in vain for a
drink. Heretofore sho had cheered her
boy by promising a speedy end of tho jour
ney, and even smiled upon him when sho
felt desperately enough. there is
nothing to do but place him under a shrub
and let him die. Sho had thought that
she would sit thoro and watch until tho
spirit of her boy would go away forever,
and then she would breathe out her own
life on his silent heart, but as the boy be
gins to claw his tongue in agony of thirst
and struggle in distortion and begs his
mother to slay him she cannot endure the
spectacle. She puts him under a shrub
and goes off a bow shot, and begins to
weep until all the dosdrt seems sobbing,
and her cry strikes clear through the heav
ens, and an angel of God comes out on a
cloud and looks down upon the appalling
grief and cries, “Hagar, what aileth thee?”
Sho looks up and sho sees the angel point
ing to a well of water, where sho fills the
bottle for the lad.- Thank God! Thank
God!
I learn from this oriental scene, in the
first place, what a sad thing it is when
people do not know their place and get too
proud for their business. Hagar was an
assistant in that household, but she want
ed to rule there. She ridiculed and jeered
until her son, Ishmael, got the same tricks.
She dashed out her own happiness and
threw Sarah into a great fret, and if she
had staid much longer in that household
she would have upset calm Abraham’s
equilibrium. My friends, one-half of the
trouble in tho world today comes from the
fact that people do not know their place
or, finding their place, will not stay in it.
When we come into tho world, there is al
ways a place ready for us. A place for
Abraham. A place for Sarah. A place for
Hagar. A place for Ishmael. A place for
you and a place for me.
Our first duty is to find our sphere; our
second is to keep it. Wo may bo born in
a sphere far off from the one for which
God finally intends us. Sixtus V was born
on the low ground and was a swineherd.
God called him up to wave a scepter.
Ferguson spent his early days in looking
after sheep. God called him up to look
after stars and boa shepherd watching the
flocks of light on the hillsides of heaven.
Hogarth began by engraving pewter pots.
God raised him to stand in the enchanted
realm of a painter. The shoemaker's bench
held Bloomfield for a little while,’ but God
raised him to sit in the chair of a philoso-’
pher and Christian scholar. The soap
boiler of London could not keep his son in
that business, for God had decided that
Hawley was to be one of the greatest as
tronomers of England.
Labor Is Honorable.
On the other hand we may bo born in a
sphere a little higher than that for which
’ God intends u& We may be born in a
castle, and play in a costly conservatory,
and feed high bred pointers, and angle for
goldfish in artificial ponds, and be familiar
with prindes, yet God may better have fit
ted Us for a carpenter’s shop, or dentist’s
forceps, or a weaver’s shuttie, or a black
smith’s forge. The great thing is to find
just the sphere for which God intended us
and then to occupy that sphere and occupy
it forever. Here is a man God fashioned
to make a plow. There is a man God fash
ioned to make a constitution. The man
who makes thb plow is just as honorable
as the man who makes the constitution.
; MB.iWW • xpasais w
i There is a woman who was made to fash
' ion a robe, and yonder is one intended to
!be a queen and wear it. It seems to me
that in the one case as in tho other God
appoints the sphere, and tho needle is just
as respectable in his sight as the scepter.
I do not know but that the world would
long ago have been saved if some of the
men out of the ministry wore in it and
some ot those who arc in it were out of it.
I really think that one-half the world may
be divided into two quarters—those who
have not found their sphere and those who,
having found it, are not willing to stay
there. How many are struggling for a
position a little higher than that which
God intendfed them! Tho bondswoman
wants to be mistress. Hagar keeps crowd
ing Sarah. Thb small wheelT>f a watch
which beautifully went treading its golden
pathway wants to be the balance wheel,
and the sparrow with chagrin drops into
the brook because it cannot, like the eagle,
cut a circle under the sun.'
Joy of Contentment.
In tho Lord’s army we all want to be
brigadier generals! The sloop says: “More
mast, more tonnage, more canvas, ph,
that I were a topsail schooner, or a full
rigged brig, or a Cunard steamer!” And
so the world is filled with cries of discon
tent because wo are not willing to stay in
the place where God put jus, and intended
us to be. My friends, bo not too proud to
do anything God tells you to do; for tho
lack of a right disposition ip this respect
the world is strewn with wandering Ha
gars and Ishmaels. ‘ God has given each
one of us a work to do. You carry a scut
tle of coal up that dark alley. You dis
tribute that Christian tract. You give
SIO,OOO to the missionary cause. You for
15 years sit with chronic rheuiqatism. dis
playing tho beauty of Christian submis
sion. Whatever God calls you to, whether
it win hissing or huzza; whether, to walk
under triumphal arch or lift the sot out of
tho ditch; whether it be to preach on a
Pentecost or tell some wanderer of the
street of tho mercy of the Christ of Mary
Magdalene; whether.i,t bo to weave a gar
land for a laughing child on a spring morn
ing and call her a. May queen, <jr to comb
out tho tangled locks of a waif of the
street and cut up one of your old dresses
to fit her out for tho sanctuary—do it, and
do it right away. Whether it be a crown
or yoke, do hot fidget. Everlasting hon
ors upon those who do their work, and do
their whole work, and are contented In the
sphere in which God has put them, while
there is wandering and exile and desola
tion and wilderness for discontented Ba-,
gar and Ishmael.
Again, I find in this oriental scene a
lesson of sympathy with woman when she
goes forth trudging in the desert. What a
great change it was for this Hagar! There
was the tent, and all the surroundings of
Abraham’s house, beautiful and luxuri
ous, no doubt. Now sho is going out
into tho hot sands of tho desert. Oh, what
a change it was! And in our day we often
see the wheel of fortune turn. Here is
some one who lived in the very bright
home of her father. Sho had everything
possible to administer to her happiness—
plenty at the table, music in the drawing
room, welcome at tho door. She is led
forth into life by some one who cannotfflp
preoiate her. A dissipated soul comes and
takes her out in thb desert. Cruelties blot
out all tho lights of that home circle.
Harsh words wear out her spirits. Tho
high hope that shone out over the mar
riage altar while the ring was being set,
and the vows given, and the benediction
pronounced, have all faded with the orange
blossoms, and there sho is today broken
hearted, thinking of past joys and present
desolation and coming anguish. Hagar
in tho wilderness!
Woman’s Responsibilities.
Here is a beautiful homo. You cannot
think of anything that qan be added to it.
For years there has not been the sugges
tion of a single trouble. Bright and happy
children fill tho house with laughter and
song. Books to read. Pictures to look at.
Lounges to rest on. Cup of domestic joy
full and running over. Dark night drops.
Pillow hot. Pulses flutter. Eyes close.
And the foot whose well known steps on
the doorsill brought the whole household
out at eventide crying, “Father’s com
ing!” will never sound on tho doorsill
again. A long, deep grief plowed through
all that brightness of domestic life. Para
dise lost. Widowhood. Hagar in the wil
derness !
How often is it we see the weak arm of
woman tonscrlptcd for this battle with
the rough world. Who is she going down
the street in tho early light of the morn
ing, pale with exhausting work, not half
slept out with the slumbers of last night,
tragedies of suffering written all over her
face, her lusterless fcyes looking far ahead,
as though for the coming of some other
trouble? Her parents called her Mary or
Bertha or Agnes on the day when they
held her up to the font and the Christian
minister sprinkled on tho infant’s face the
washings of a holy baptism. Her name is
changed now. I hear it in the shuffle of
the wornout shoes. I see it in the figure
of the faded calico. I find it in the linea
ments of the woe begone countenance. Not
Mary nor Bertha nor Agnes, but Hagar in
the wilderness. May God have mercy upon
woman in her toils, her struggles, her
hardships, her desolation, and may the
great heart of divine sympathy inclose her
forever!
Again, I find in this oriental scene the
fact that every mother leads forth tremen
dous destinies.
You say, “That isn’t an unusual scene,
a mother leading her child by the band.”
Who Is it that she is leading? Ishmael,
you say. Who is Ishmael? A great nation
is to be founded—a nation so strong that
it is to stand for thousands of years against
all the armies of the world. Egypt afid
Assyria thunder against it, but in vain.
Gaulus brings up his army, and his army
is smitten. Alexander decides upon a
campaign, brings up his hosts and dies.
For a long while that nation monopolizes
tho learning of the world. It is tho na
tion of the Arabs. Who founded it? Ish
mael, the lad that Hagar led into the wil
derness. She had no idea she was leading
forth such destinies. Neither does any
mother. You pass along the street and
see and pass boys and girls who will yet
make the earth quake with their influence.
“As the Twix I» Bent.”
Who is that boy at Sutton pool, Plym
outh, England, barefooted, wading down
into the slush and slime until his bare
foot comes upon a piece .of glass and he
lifts it, bleeding and pain struck? That
wound in the foot decides that bo be sed
entary In his life, decides that he be a
student. That wound by the glass in the
foot decides that he shall be John Kitto,
who shall provide the best religious ency
clopedia the world has ever had provide!,
and with his other writings as well throw
ing a light upon the word of God such as
has come from no other man in this cen
tury. O mother, mother, that little hand
that wanders over your face may yet be
lifted to hurl thunderbolts of war or drop
benedictions! That little voice may blas
pheme God in the grogshop or cry “For-
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ward!" to the Lord’s hosts u« they go out
for their last victory. My mind this
morning leaps 30 years ahead, and I see a
merchant prince of New York. Ono stroke
of his pen brings a ship out of Canton.
Another stroke of his pen brings a ship
into Madras. He is mighty in all the
money markets of the world. Who is he?
He site on Sabbaths besidp you in church.
My mind leaps 30 years forward from this I
time and I find myself in a relief associa
tion. A great multitude of Christian
women have met together for a generous
purpose. There is one woman in that
crowd who seems to have the confidence of
all the others, and they all look up to her
for her counsel and for her prayers. Who
is she? This afternoon you will find her
• 'in the Sabbath school, while the teacher
telle her of that Christ who clothed the
naked and fed tho hungry and healed the
sick. My mind leaps forward 80 years
from now, and I find myself in an African
jungle, and there is a missionary of the
scross addressing the natives, and their
dusky countenances are irradiated with
the glad tidings of great joy and salvation.
Who is he? Did you not hear his voice to
day in the opening song of your church
service?
My mind leaps forward 30 years from
now, and I find myself looking through
the wickets of a prison. I see a face scar
red with every crime. His chin on his
open palm, his elbow on his knee—a pic
ture of despair. As I open tho wicket, he
starts and I hear his chain clank. The
jailkeeper tells mo that ho has been in
there now three times—first for theft, then
for arson, now for murder. He steps up
on the trapdoor, tho rope is fastened to
bis neck, tho plank falls, his body swings
into the air, his soul swings off into eter
nity. Who is ho, and where is he? This
. afternoon playing kite on the city com
mons. Mother, you are now hoisting a
throne or forging a chain; you are kin
dling a star or digging a dungeon!
Child Follows Parent.
A Christian mother a good many years
ago sat teaching lessons of religion to her
child, and he drank in those lessons. She
never knew that Lampbier would come
forth and establish the Fulton street prayer
meeting, and by one meeting revolutionize
the devotions of the whole earth and thrill
tho eternities with his Christian influence.
Lamphier said it Was his mother who
brought him to Jesus Christ Sho never
had an idea that she was leading forth
such destinies. But, oh, when I see a
mother reckless of her influence, rattling
on toward destruction, garlanded for the
sacrifice with unseemly mirth and godless
ness, dancing on down to perdition, tak
ing her children in the same direction,
preparing them for a life of frivolity, a
death of shame and an eternity of disaster,
I cannot help but say, “There they go,
there they go—Hagar and Ishmael!” I
tell you there are wilder deserts than Beer
sheba in many of the fashionable circles of
this day. Dissipated parents leading dis
sipated children. Avaricious parents lead
ing avaricious children. Prayerless parents
leading prayerless children. They go
through every street, up every dark alley,
into every cellar, along every highway.
Hagar and Ishmael! And while I pro
nounce their names, it seems like the
moaning of the desert wind, “Hagar and
Ishmael!”
I learn one more lesson from this orien
tal scene, and that is that every wilderness
has a well in it. Hagar and Ishmael gave
up to die. Hagar’s heart sank within her
as she heard her child crying: “Wtrter!
Water! Water!” “Ah,” She says, “my
. darling, there is no water! This is a des
ert.” And then God’s angel said from the
cloud, “What aileth thee, Hagar?” And
she looked up and saw him pointing to a
well of water, where she filled the bottle
for the lad. Blessed be God that there is
in "every wilderness a‘well, if you only
know -how to find it—fountains for all
these thirsty souls I On that last day, on
that great day of tho feast, Jesus stood
and cried,.“lf any man thirst, let him
come to me and drink.” All these other
fountains you find are mere mirages of the
desert. Paracelsus, you know, spent his
time in trying to find out the elixir of life
—a liquid, which, if taken, would . keep
ono perpetually young in this world and
would change the aged back again to
youth. Os course ho was disappointed. He
found not the elixir. But here I tell you
of the elixir of everlasting life bursting
from tho “Rockof Ages,’’and thatdrink
' ing that water you shall never get old, and
i you will never be sick, and you will never
i die. “Ho, every one that thlrsteth, come
• ye to the waters!” Ah, here is a man who
! says, “I have been looking for that foun
tain a great while, but can’t find it.”
• And here is someone else who says, “I be
lieve all you say, but I have been trudging
along in the wilderness und can’t find the
■ fountain.” Do you know the reason? I
will tell you. You never looked in the
i right direction. “Oh,” you say, “I have
i looked everywhere. I have looked north,
i south, east and west, and I haven’t found
! the fountain.” Why, you are not looking
> in the right direction at all.
A Well In Every Desert.
; Look up, where Hagar looked. She
’ never would have found tho fountain at
. all, but when she heard the voice of the
, angel she looked up and she saw the finger
. pointing to the supply. And, O soul, if
today with one earnest, intense prayer you
( would only look up -to Christ, he would
point you down to the supply in the wil
derness. “Look unto me, all ye ends of
the earth, and be ye saved; for lam God,
! and there is noneelse!” Look! Look, as
Hagar looked!
j Yes, there is a well for every desert ot
, bereavement. Looking over any audience
. I notice signs of mourning and woe.
j Have you found consolation? Ob, man
bereft, oh, woman bereft, have you found
J, consolation? Hearse after hearse. We
step from one grave hillock to another
grave hillock. We follow corpses, our
j selves soon to be like them. The world is
in mourning for its dead. Every heart
has become the sepulcher of some buried
joy. But sing ye to God; every wilderness
, has a well in it, and I come to that well
’ today, and I begin to draw water for you
I from that well.
b If you have lived in the country, you
have sometimes taken hold of the rope of
the old well sweep, and you know how the
bucket came up, dripping with bright,
- cool water. And I lay hold of the rope of
i God’s mercy, and I begin to draw on that
3 gospel well sweep, and I see the buckets
3 coming up. Thirsty soul L Here is ono
t bucket of life! Come and drink of it.
- “W’hosoever will, let him come and take
» «f the water of life freely.” I pull away
3 again at the rope, and another bucket
, comes up. It is this promise: “Weeping
- may endure for a night, but joy cometh in
, the morning.” I lay hold of the rope
- again, and I poll away with all my
j strength, and the bucket comes up, bright
- and beautiful and cool. Here is the prom-
1 Ise: “Come unto me, all ye who are weary
3 and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. ”
? A New Astrology..
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could tell
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from the position of tlw stars what would I
occur in tho future, and if a cluster of
atars stood in ono relation, wh*v, that
would be a prophecy of evil; if a twitter of
stars stood in another relation, that would
be a prophecy of good. What superstition I
But here is a now astrology in which I
put al! my faith. By looking up to the
star of Jacob, the morning star of the Re
deemer, I can make this prophecy in re
gard to those who put their trust in God:
“All things work together for good to
those who love God. ” Do you love him?
• Have you seen tho nyctanthes? It is a
beautiful flower, but it gives very little
fragrance until after sunset. Then it
. pours its richness on tho air. And thia
grace of the gospel that I commend to you
now, while it may be very sweet during
the day of prosperity, it pours forth its
richest aroma after sundown. And it will
be sundown with you and me after awhile.
When you conic to go out of this world,
will It be a desert march, or will it lx
drinking at a fountain?
A converted II fndoo was dying, and his
heathen comrades camo around him and
tried to comfort him by reading some of
tho pages of their theology, but he waved
his hand, as much as to say, “I don’t want
to hear it.” Then they called in a heathen
priest, and he said, “If you will only re
cite the Numtra, it will deliver you from
hell.” He waved his hand, as much as to
say, “I don’t want to bear that.” Then
they said, “Call on Juggernaut.” Ho
shook his head, as much as to say, “I
can’t do that.” Then they thought per
haps ho was too weary to speak, and they
said, “Now, if you can’t say ‘Juggernaut,’
think of him.” He shook his head again,
as much as to say, “No, no, no!” Then
they bent down to his pillow, and they
said, “In what will you trust?” His face
lighted up with the very glories of the ce
lestial sphere as he cried out, rallying all
his dying energies, “Jesus!” Oh, come
this hour to tho fountain! I will tell you
the whole story in two or three sentences.
Pardon for all sin. Comfort for all trou
ble. Light for all darkness. And every
wilderness has a well in it.
Recent Astronomical Progress.
The discovery of the last ten years which
has most occupied the attention of tho
professional astronomer is that of the va
riation of latitudes everywhere on the
surface of the earth, the law of which has
been worked out by Chandler. The varia
tion dbes not involve any change in tho
actual distance of points on the surface of
our globe from each other, but only in the
position of tho axis of rotation. If an ob
server could station himself at the north
pole and erect a stick at the precise point
around Which tho earth was at any mo
ment rotating, he would find this point to
remain nearly in the same position all day
or perhaps for a few days. But in the
course of he would find it to change
its position, and by continuing his ob
servations through a period of several
years he would find it to move round a
central point in a somewhat varying and
irregular curve, making a complete revo
lution in about 14 months.
The greatest distance from the central
point might be 25 to 80 feet, but the radius
of the circle in which the pole moves
ranges between this distance and almost
nothing. An observer in 1883-4, or seven
years later, in 1891-2, would have found
the distance about 80 feet. But during
the following revolution, the pole, while
keeping up its rotation, would have ap
proached Very near the central point, so
that during the years 1887-8 and 1894-5
the amount of change was very small.. If
Chandler’s prediction be verified, the va
riation is now again approaching its lar
gest value, and during 1898 will be as
large as it ever was. Tho probable cause
of the deviation is found in tho annual
changes undergone by the jnotlon of tho
great masses of air on tho earth’s surface,
combined with the deviation of the earth
itself from a perfect sphere.—Professor
Newcomb in Forum.
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A Discredited Drawing.
•The Roman correspondent of tho Berlin
Tageblatt throws cold water on the exag
gerated reports of the discovery by Profess
or Marucchi of a drawing of tho cruci
fixion on an ancient wall in tho Eternal
City. He says that the sketch is so faint
that tho outlines of tho cross as well as of
the persons surrounding it can bo made
out only with the aid of a magnifying
glass, and then very imperfectly. To de
cipher the scene supposed to be represent
ed, to say nothing of tho inscription, re
quires a strong imagination. So far as
the persons represented are concerned, it
is quite impossible to make out what they
are doing. Tho hammer that Professor
Marucchi thought ho saw in tho hands of
one of tho soldiers climbing upon tho cross
might just as easily boa flag. Beneath
this figure is to be read the name “Mistil
lus,” or something like it. In the upper
left hand corner are to be seen the Roman
numerals XI, IV and V. A ladder is
leaning against both crosses represented,
and it is quite possible that the picture
may be of a scene aboard ship. Os the
supposed figure of Christ the correspond
ent could see nothing at all. He could
read plainly the name"Plletus.” Plainly
i also appears through the confused mass of
half obliterated Latin and Greek inscrip
' tions, though partly injured by dilapida
i tion of the wall, the name “Crestos”
I (Christus), behind which a large picture
of a hammer plainly appears. The en
! trance to the room where this wall draw
ing is found is under the so called ‘ * Bridge
I of Caligula.”
! Chinese Minister Puzzled.
i Mr. Wu was a guest at the last Gridiron
club dinner and was at first somewhat
i puzzled regarding the fun that always
I goes with a Gridiron dinner. When one
i of the members stopped the dinner to com
t plain of the soup and the president de
• manded that the soup pot be brought in,
! to see what gave the peculiar taste com
; plained of, Mr. Wu looked serious and in-
I quired of his neighbor If the trouble could
i not be adjusted without breaking up tlje
I dinner. He saw the hotel proprietor
i brought in, and then the soup pot, and he
expected to see trouble over the dinner be
i fore it was served. But when tho presi
t dent of the club fished out a eivil service
! reform bill from the pot as the source of
, the complaint against the soup, the Chi
t nese minister saw the humor of the affair
t and from that moment there was no guest
s who caught on quicker or enjoyed more
3 the jokes of the Gridiron than, did be.—
Chicago Inter Ocean.
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r Vessels, Too, Play Hany Parts.
6 The coal barge Yonkers that was lost
f recently has a history which illustrates
1 how many parts a vessel may play in her
5 time. Originally she was the Bath built
r American clipper ship Tennyson. - Sold to
6 a British firm sho became the Ocean Sig
nal Passing to German ownership she
’ was next the ship Deutschland, and as
such went ashore on the New Jersey coast,
was bought as a wreck, and, repaired, was
! converted into the coal barge Yonkers.-
I Buffalo Commercial.
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AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD "CASTORIA,” AND
° PITCHER’S CASTORIA” AS OUR TRADE MARK.
/, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, of Hyannis, Massachusetts,
was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same
that has borne and does now s ‘ on
bear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA, “ which has been
used in the homes of the Mothers of America far over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the kind you have always bought y- on the
and has the signature of wrap
per. Ho one has authority fro/m to useiny name ex
cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is
President. a *
March 8,1897. <-
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a cheap substitute which' some druggist may offer yo”
(because he makes .a few more pennies bn it), the in
gredients of which even he does not know.
“Hie Kind You Have Always Bought’’
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF .
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Insist on Having
The Kind That Never Failed Irou.
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STATEMENTS, IHCULARS,
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An aUracdvc FOSTER ci aay size can be issued on short notice.
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Our prices for work ot al! tinda will compare favorably, with thoae obtained fob
any office in the state. When you want job printing ofjany durriptkn Jive M
call Satisfaction guaranteed.
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With Neatness and Dispatch.
Out of town orders will receive
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898.
Dolly. Daily! Dally, j btxtiom. Dtily- Laily
7jOprn 406 pm TWam'Lv......Atlanta ...Ar 736 pm'll Kam
Bfipm 447 pm 828 am L.v Jonesboro Ar 662 pm 10 33am
915 pm 630 pm 912 am Lv Griffln Ar 613pn. tdn 616 am
945 pm 606 pm 9 45am Ar Barneovllle ..Lv 542 pm 9S2am *47am
+7 40pm tl2fl6pm Ar.... -Thomaston.Lv iSCOpni tTMsito
10 15 pm 681 pm lO 15amAr..... ForsythLv 514 pm BUam *Kam
1110 pm 7SO pm 11 JO am Ar .MaeonLv 4Upm B<»am
1319 am 810 pm lit 06 pm Ar...GordonLv 304 pm tlOam »Waw
78 50 pm tllfipm ArMilledgeville.. Lv WOO am
6 00am i 6to pm Ar SavaniSt ....Lv oSam
•Dully, texoept Sunday.
Train for Newnan and Carrollton leavesGrlfln at Oss am, and 1 j 0 p» daily exMH
Sunday. Beturninx, arrives In Griffln 5 30 p m and 12 40 p m dally except Sunday. >WM
further Information apply to
C. S. WHITE, Ticket Agent, Griffln, <M-
rHEO. D, KLINE, Gen" Bupt., Savannah. Ge. ”
J. C. HAIL*. Gen, rrereeieer Aaent. Savannah. Gag
R. H. HINTON. Traffic Manager. Savannah, Ga.
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