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THE WONDROUS EAR. GOO’S WISDOM DISPLAYED IN ITS CONSTRUCTION. p. T , vt. Talma.e Sw *«»• Sow* of Hear l*g U Go**’* Greatest Gift—The Gateway to the Soul Symphony of the Millen* nlal June. copyright, 1898. Press Amo- April 17.—1 n this dis eoune Ur - Talmage sets forth the goodness and wisdom of God in the construction of butnun ear and extols music and en prayer; text, Psalms xclv, 9, “He tfi at planted the ear, shall he not hear?” Architecture is one of the most fascinat ing arts, and the study of Egyptian, Gre cian, Etruscan, Roman, Byzantine, Moor ish, Renaissance styles of building has been to many a man a sublime life work. Lincoln and York cathedrals, St. Paul’s and St. Peter’s and arch of Titus and Theban temple and Alhambra and Par thenon are the monuments to the genius of those who built them. But more won derful than any arch they ever lifted or any transept window they ever illumined or any Corinthian column they ever crown ed or any Gothic cloister they ever elab orated is the human ear. Among the most skillful and assiduous physiologists of our time have Iran those who have given their time to the examina tion of the ear and the study of its arches, its walls, its floor, its canals, it aqueducts, its galleries, its intricacies, its convolu tions, its divine machinery, and yet it will take another thousand years before the world comes to any adequate apprecia tion of what God did when he planned and executed the infinite and overmastering architecture of the human oar. The most of it is invisible, and the microscope breaks down in the attempt at exploration. The cartilage which we call the ear is only the storm door of the great temple clear down out of sight, next door to the immortal soul. Such scientists as Helmholtz and Conte and De BlainvillO and Bank and Buck have attempted to walk the Appian way of the human ear, but the mysterious path way has never been fully trodden but by two feet—the foot of sound and the foot of God. Three ears on each side the head —the external oar, the middle ear, the in ternal ear—but all connected by most won derful telegraphy. A Boek of Strength. The external ear in all ages adorned by precious stones or precious metals. The temple of Jerusalem partly built by the contribution of earrings, and Homer in the “Iliad’’ speaks of Hera, “the three bright drops, her glittering gems suspended from the ear,’* and many of the adornments of modern times were only copies of her ear jewels found in Pompeiian museum and Etruscan vase. But while the outer ear may be adorned by human art, the middle and the internal ear are adorned and gar nished only by the hand of the Lord Al mighty. The stroke of a key of yonder organ sets the air vibrating, and the ex ternal ear' catches the undulating sound and passes it on through the bonelets of the middle ear to the Internal ear, and the 3,000 fibers of the human brain take up the vibration and roll the sound on into the soul. The hidden machinery of the ear by physiologists called by the names of things familiar to us. like the hammer, something to strike; like the anvil, some thing to be smitten; like the stirrup of the saddle with which we mount the steed; like the drum, beaten in the march; like the harpstrings, to be swept with mu sic. Coiled like a “snail shell,'* by which one of the Innermost passages of the ear is actually called; like a stairway, the sound to ascend; like a bent tube of a heating apparatus, taking that which en ters round and round; like a labyrinth with wonderful passages into which the thought enters only to be lost in bewilder ment. A muscle contracting when the noise is too loud, just as the pupil of the eye contracts when the light is too glar ing. The external ear is defended by wax which with its bitterness discourages In sectile Invasion. The internal ear imbed ded in by what is far the hardest bone of the human system, a very rook of strength and defiance. The ear so strange a contrivance that by the estimate of one scientist it can catch the sound of 78,700 vibrations in a second. The outer ear taking in all kinds of sound, whether the crash of an avalanche or the hum of a bee. The sound passing to the inner door of the outside ear halts until another mechanism, divine mechanism, passes it on by the bonelets of the middle * ear, and, coming to the inner door of that second ear, the sound has no power to come farther until another divine mechan ism passes it on through into the inner ear, and then the sound comes to the rail track of the brain branchlet and rolls on and on until it comes to sensation, and there the curtain drops, and a hundred gates shut, and the voice of God seems to say to all human Inspection, “Thus far and no farther.** Vestibule of the Soul. In this vestibule of the palace of the soul how many kings of thought, of med icine, of physiology, have done penance of lifelong study and got.no farther than the vestibule! Mysterious home of reverbera tion and echo. Grand Central depot of sound. Headquarters to which there come quick dispatches, part the way by carti lages, part the way by air, part the way by bone, part the way by nerve—the slow est dispatch plunging into the car at the speed of 1,090 feet a second. Small in strument of music on which is played all the music you ever heard, from the gran deurs of an August thunderstorm to the softest breathings of a flute. Small in strument of music, only a quarter of an inch of surface and the thinness of one two hundred and fiftieth part of an inch and that thinness divided into three lay ers. In that ear musical staff, lines, spaces, bar and rest. A bridge leading from the outside natural world to the In side spiritual world; we seeing the abut ment at this end the bridge, but the fog of an unlisted mystery hiding the abut ment on the other end the bridge. Whis pering gallery of the soul. The human voice is God’s eulogy the ear. That voice capable of producing 17,599,188,044,4 M sounds, and all that variety made, not for the regalement of beast or bird, but for the human ear. About 15 yean ago, in Venice, lay down in death one whom many considered the greatest musical oomposer of the century. Struggling on up from 6 yean of age, when he was left fatherless, Wagner rose through the obloquy of the world, and ofttimes all nations seemingly against him, until he gained the favor of a king and won the enthusiasm of the opera houses of Europe and America. Struggling all the way on to 70 years of age to conquer the world’s ear. In that same attempt to master the human ear and gain supremacy over this gate cf the gfcmortal soul, great battles ~ !• 1 W* wore fought by Mozart, Gluck and Weber, ■ and by Beethoven and Meyerbeer, by Ros sini and by all the roll of German and I Italian and French composers, some at them in the battle leaving their blood on the keynotes and the musical scores. Great battle fought for the ear—fought with baton, with organ pipe, with trum pet, with cornet-a-p!ston, with all ivory and brazen and sliver and golden weapons of the orchestra; royal theater and cathe dral and academy of music the fortresses for the contest for the ear. England and Egypt fought for the supremacy of the Suez canal, and the Spartans and the Per sians fought for the defile at Thermopylae but the musicians of all ages have fought for the mastery of the auditory canal and the defile of the Immortal soul and the Thermopylae of struggling cadences. Rapture* of Music. For the conquest of the ear Haydn strug gled on up from the garret where he had neither fire nor food, on and on until un der the too great nervous strain of hearing his own oratorio of the “Creation” per formed he was carried out to die, but leaving as his legacy to the world 118 symphonies, 168 pieces for the baritone, 15 masses, 5 oratorios, 49 German and Italian songs, 39 canons. 865 English and Scotch songs with accompaniment and 1,586 pages bf ,libretti: AH that to cap ture the gate of the body that swings in from the tympanum to the “snail shell” lying on the beach of the ocean of the Im mortal - -i • - To conquer the ear Handel struggled on from the time when his father would not let him go to school lest he learn the gamut and become a musician, and from the time when he was allowed in the organ loft just to play after the audience bad left to the time when he left to all nations his unparalleled oratorios of "Esther,” “Deb orah,” “Samson,” “Jephthah,” “Judas Maocabffius,** “Israel In Egypt” and the “Messiah,’’ the tool of the great Gentian composer still weeping in the dead march of our great obsequies and triumphing in the raptures of every Raster mom. To conquer the ear and take this gate of the Immortal soul Schubert composed his great “Serenade,” writing the staves of the music on' the bill of fare 1 in A restau rant, and went on until be could leave as a legacy to the world over a thousand mag nificent compositions to music. To con quer the eaf abd take this gate of the soul’s castle Mozart struggled on through poverty until he came to a pauper’s grave, and one chilly, wet afternoon the body of him who gave to thew>>rldthe “Requiem” and the “G Minor Symphony” was crunched in on the top of two other pau pers into a grave which to this day is epitaphlees. God’s Handiwork. For the ear everything mellifluous, from the birth hour when our earth was wrap ped in swaddling clothes of light and sere naded by other worlds, from the time when Jubal thrummed the first harp and pressed a key of the first organ down to the music of this Sabbath day. ' Yea, for the ear the coming overtures of heaven, for whatever other part of the body may be left in the dust, the ear, we know, is to come to celestial life; other wise, why the "harpers harping with their harps?” For the ear carol of lark and whistle of quail and chirp of cricket and dash of cascade and roar of tides oceanic and doxology of worshipful assembly and minstrelsy, cherubic, seraphic and aroh angelic. For the ear all Pandean pipes, all flutes, all clarinets, all hautboys, all bassoons, all bells and all organs-—Luzerne and Westminster abbey and Freiburg and Berlin and all the organ pipes set across Christendom, the great Giant’s Causeway for the monarchs of music to pass over.* For the ear all chimes, all tickings of chronometers, all anthems, all dirges, all glees, all choruses, all lullabies, all orches tration. Oh, the ear, the God honored ear, grooved with divine sculpture and poised with divine gracefulness and up holstered with curtains of divine embroid ery and oorridored by divine carpentry and pillared with divine architecture and chis eled in bone of divine masonry and con quered by processions of divine marshal ing. The earl A perpetual point of in terrogation, asking Howl A perpetual point of apostrophe appealing to God. None but God oould plan it. None but God oould build it. None but God oould work it. None but God could keep it. None but God could Understand it. None but Gcd oould explain it. Ob, the won ders of lhe/human ear! By Galilee’* Waves. How surpassingly sacred the human car I You had better be careful bow you let the sound of blasphemy or uncleanness step , into that holy of holies. The Bible say. that in the ancient temple the priest was set apart by the putting of the blood of a ram on the tip of the ear, the right ear of the priest. But, my friends, we need all of us to have the sacred touch of ordina tion on the hanging lobe of both ears, and on the arches of the ears, on the eustachi an tube of the ear, on the mastoid cells of the ear, on the tympanic cavity of the ear, and on everything from the outside rim of the outside ear clear in to the point where sound steps off the auditory nerve and rolls on down into the unfathomable depths of the immortal soul. The Bible speaks of "dull ears,” and of "uncircum cised ears,” and of “itching ears,” and of “rebellious ears,” and of "open ears,’* and of those who have all the organs of hearing and yet who seem to be deaf, for it cries to them, “He that hath ears to hear, let him bear.** To show how much Christ thought of the human ear, he one day met a man who was deaf, came up to him and put a finger of the right hand into the orifice of the left ear of the patient and put a finger of—the left hand into the orifice of the right ear of the patient, and agitated the tympanum, and startled the bonelets, and with a voice that rang clear through into the man’s soul cried, "Ephthatha!” and the polyphold growths gave way, and the inflamed auricle cooled off, and that man who bad not heard a sound for many years that night heard the wash of the. waves of Galilee against the limestone shelving. To show how much Christ thought of tho human ear, when the apoa tle Peter got mad and with one slash of bls sword dropped the ear of Malohus into the dust Christ created a new external ear for Malohus corresponding with the middle ear and the internal ear that no sword could clip away. And to show what God thinks of the ear we are informed of the fact that in the millennial June which shall roseate all the earth the ears of the deaf will be un stopped, all the vascular growths gone, all deformation of the listeritag-organ cured, corrected, changed. Every being on earth will have a bearing apparatus as perfect ns God knows how to make it, and all the ears will be rasdy for that great symphony to which all the musical instruments of the earth shall play the accompaniment, nations of earth and empires of heaven mingling their voices, together with the deep Loss of the seA and the alto of the woods, and the tenor of winds, and the baritone of the thunder, " Halleluiah I” •urging up meeting the “Halleluiah!” de scending. Where to Look Wot Qed. Oh, yes, my friends, wo have been look ing for God too far away instead of look- I ing for him close by and in our own or ganism! We go up into the observatory and look through tho telescope and see Gbd in J upiter and God in Saturn and God in Mars, but we 'oould see mere of him through the microscope of an aurist. No kirtg is satisfied with only one resi dence, and in France it has Men St Cloud abd Versailles and the Tuileries, and in Great Britain it has been Windsor and Balmoral and Osborne. A ruler does not always prefer the larger. The King of earth and heaven'may have larger castles abd greater palaces, but I do not think there is any one more curiously wrought than the human ear. The heaven of heav ens cannot contain him, and yet he says he finds room to dwell in a contrite heart, and, I think, in a Christian ear. We have been looking for God in the in finite-let ns look for him in the infinitesi mal. God walking the corridor of the ear, God sitting in the gallery of the hu man ear, God speaking along the auditory nerve of tho ear, God dwelling in the ear to hear that which comes from the outside, and so near the brain and the soul he can hear all that transpires there. The Lord of hosts encamping under the curtains of membrane. Palace of the Almighty in the human ear. The rider on the white horse of the Apocalypse thrusting his foot into the loop of bone which the physiolo gist has been pleased to call the stirrup of Are yo&jeady now for the question of my text? Have you the enduraneffto bear its overwhelming suggestiveness? Will you take bold of some pillar and balance yourself under the aemiomnipotent stroke? “He that planted the ear, shall ho not. hear?” Shall the God who gives us the apparatus With which we bear the sounds of the world himself not be able to catch up song and groan and blasphemy and worship? Does be give us a faculty which he has not himself? Dre. Wild and Gruber and Toynbee invented the aooumeter and other instruments by which to measure and examine the ear, and do these instru ments know more than the doctors who made them? “He that planted the ear, shall he not hear?” Jupiter of Crede was always represented in statuary and paint ing as without ears, suggesting the idea that he did not want to be bothered with the affairs of the world. But our God has ears. “His ears are open to their cry. ” The Bible intimates that two workmen on Saturday night do not get their wages. Their complaint instantly strikes the ear of God, “The cry of those that reaped bath entered the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth. ” Did God hear that poor girl last night as she threw herself on the prison bunk in the city dungeon and cried in the mid night, “God have mercy?” Do you really think God could hear her? Yes, just as easily as when 15 years ago she was sick with scarlet fever, and her mother beard her when at midnight she asked for a drink of water. "He that planted the ear, shall he not bear?” God’* Wonderful Power. When a soul prays, God does not sit bolt upright until the prayer travels immensity and climbs to his ear. The Bible says be bends clear over. In more than one plaee Isaiah said he bowed down bis ear. In more than one place the psalmist said he inclined his ear, by which I coma to be lieve that God puts his ear so closely down to your lips that he can hear your faintest whisper. It is not God away off up yon der; it is God away down here, close up, so close up that when you pray to him it is not more a whisper than a kiss. Ah, yes, he hears the captive’s sigh and the plash of the orphan's tear, and the dying syllables of the shipwrecked sailor driven on the skerries, and the infant's “Now I lay me down to sleep” as distinctly as he bears the fortissimo of brazen bands in the Dusseldorf festival, as easily as he hears the salvo of artillery when the 18 squares of English troops open all their batteries at once at Waterloo. He that planted the ear can hear. Just as sometimes an entrancing strain of music will linger in your ears for days after you have beard it, and just as a sharp cry of pain I once heard while passing through Bellevue hospital clung to my ear for weeks, and just a»a horrid blasphemy in the street sometimes haunts one’s ears, for days, so God not only hears, but holds the songs, the prayers, the groans, the worship, the blasphemy. How we have all wondered at the phonograph, which holds not only the words you utter, but the very tones of your voice, so that 100 years from now, that instrument turned, the very words you now utter and the very tone of your voice will be reproduced. Amazing phonograph! But more won derful is God’s power to hold, to retain. Ah, what delightful encouragement for our prayers! What an awful fright for our hard speeches! What assurance of wawn hearted sympathy for all our griefs I “Ho that planted the ear, shall he.not hearW?.;-tulj-i vOca l»: Better take that organ away from all sin. Better put it under the best sound. Better take it away freon all gossip, from all slander, from all jaMnendo, from all bad influence of evil association. Better put it to school; to church, to philhar monic. Better put that ear under the blessed touch of Christian hymnology. Bettor oontecrate it for time and eternity to him who planted the ear. Rousseau, the infidel, fell asleep amid his skeptical manuscripts lying all around the room, and in his dream he entered heaven and heard the song of the worshipers, and it was so sweet he asked an angel what it meant. The angel said, “This is the par adise of God, and the song you hear is the anthem of the redeemed.” Under another roll of the celestial musio Rousseau wak ened and got up in the midnight and, as well as be could, wrote down the strains of the music that he had beard in the wonderful tune called “The Songs of the Redeemed.” God grant that it may not be to you and to me an infidel dream, but a glorious reality. When we come to the night of death and we lie down to our last sleep, may our ears really be wakened by the canticles of the heavenly temple, and the songs and the anthems and the carols and the doxologieq that shall climb the musical ladder of that heavenly gamut. Bis Manhood. "Mac, I hear ye have fallen in love wl* bonny Katie Stevens." “Weel, Sandy, I was near—vena near— daeln it, but tbo lassie had nae siller, so I said tomysel*. 'Mac, be a mon.* And I was a mon, and noo I pass her by wi’ si lent contempt.”—London Tit-Bite. Danger Signals. “What are you going to do with all those red lanterns?” “Wall, my wife baa had one of her fits of moving the furniture about again, and I’ve got to do something to eave my life.” —Strand Magazine. . ’ ■—— ■■ THE HIGH SCHOOL FACE. A* Indianapolis Doctor Discovm a Wow PhyafcAgnomlcal AffilMltf- Copious comment has been made on various typos of faces, and particularly on tbo bicycle face. This article is about tho high school face. The high school face is the discovery of a prominent physician of the city who is too modest to permit his name to be used. That there is such a face he is very posi tive. "It is not a work of the imagina tion,” he said yesterday, “nor is it a chimera. The high school face is a stern reality.” “What are its symptoms or characteris tics, doctor?” he was asked. “The high school faoa,” replied tho doc tor, "is to be found in every schoolroom. What is it? It to a drawn, anxious, in tense, sometimes an alarmed expression. The forehead to contracted into wrinkles, the lips twitch, the eyas stare or have a strained look, and a pallor to spread over the countenance. ” The doctor enlarged on this Interesting diagnosis and mentioned a few cases that had come under his own observation. Proceeding, he said: “The cause of the high school face to the modern effort, so fiercely put forth, to jam all minds and all temperaments into tho same pigeonholes in the same time—that is to say, modern teaching seems to have for its first principle the molding of all minds in the same mold. We might just as well try to make all the children .wear the same sized shoes. In addition to this each teacher of the different branches thinks his or her branch the most impor tant, and crowds and pushes and wdrries those pupils who, although not dull, do not take readily to that particular branch. "The pupil who, through natural apti tude, carries mathematics or physios v<ith interest and ease, may bo slow in litera ture and language; but no matter—the culprit must make grades. ‘We must hurry on and get over the prescribed course,’ says the teacher, and this must be' done though a small percentage of the pupils fall by tho wayside. “No profession calls for more patience or forbearance than that of teaching,” continued the doctor. “I might liken teaching to horse driving. Some men can drive a team of spirited horses so that they will go along willingly and easily for great distances. Other men will wear the team out in short order. It’s the nag ging, the pulling and the harassing that do it. So with some pupils of highly nervous temperament—they must be handled properly or the high school face is inevitable. On the other hand, there are some pupils who, like some hones, cannot be made nervous by the most unskillful handling. Sanitariums are making con siderable ado about unsanitary Mghtlng, beating and ventilating, but is it not pos sible that just as much harm comesTrom ‘hurry up* teaching as from these other causes? To sum up, the high school face to the result of insincere teachers—teach ers who lack gentleness, patience and gentility. ’’—lndianapolis Journal Washington Compared to Hannibal. With a beaten and defeated army operat ing against .overwhelming odds he bad in ■ fileted upon the enemy two severe defeats. No greater feat can be performed in war than this. That which puts Hannibal at -the head of all great commanders was that he won his astonishing victories under the immHa wtTvstml conditioiMi. Thewtwatone 1 great military genius in Europe when Washington was fighting this short cam paign in New Jersey—Frederick of Prus sia. Looking over the accounts of the Tkenton and Princeton battles,he is report ed to have said it was the greatest cam paign of the century. The small numbers engaged did not blind the victor of Hoes bach and Leuthen. He did not mean that tho campaign was great from the number of men Involved or the territory conquer ed, but great in its conception and as an illustration of the highest skill in the art of war under the most adverse conditions. —“The Story of the Revolution,” by Senator H. C. Lodge, in Scribner’s Life of a Fire Engins. The life of a fire engine in this city in its first use is ten years. It is then rebuilt and is good, either in regular service or as a reserve engine, for ten years more. Aft er 90 years of service the old engine is sold at auction. It may be bought by another city or town for use as a fire engine, but this hap pens very rarely. The engines are heavy, and they must be drawn by horses, so they are not adapted for use in smaller cities. The old engine is oftdner bought by a contractor, for use, for instance, in pumping out cellars. In such service a steam pressure of 50 pounds might be ample for the work, while in fire service a pressure of 150 pounds might be required. In such work as this the old engine might last three or four years more. Sometimes the discarded fire department engine to bought by a junk dealer, who breaks it up for the metals it contains, and this to what they all come to at last. —New York Sun. A Story From the Vatican. Prince Massimo, who represents the old est princely family in Rome, tracing his descent from the Caesars, was on his wty in his state carriage to pay bis respects and offer his congratulations to the pope on the occasion of one of several papal an niversaries which have taken place this year when the officer in charge of the guard at the castle of San Angelo, seeing the gilded chariot lumbering across the bridge, thought it was the king, and, call ing out his men, the guard presented arms as Prince Massimo, who is one of the pope’s stanchest supporters, drove past. This piquant mistake had already reached the pope’s ears when the prince entered the audience chamber, and Leo XIII was much amused and joked the prince on his being mistaken for the king. “But I, too, have the blood of the house of Savoy in my veins,” said Prince Massimo. "And very good blood, too,” answered the pope.— London Morning Post. Another Husband In Trouble. The wife of an employee of the Phila delphia postoffice recently got a set of four "store teeth,*' which she usually placed on the bureau in the bedroom before retiring for tbo night. Ono morning she arose early and went to prepare breakfast. When her husband arose, he saw the teeth on the bureau. To accommodate his wife he put them in his trousers pocket, in tending to give them to her when he went downstairs. Instead he forgot all about them and carried them off. About three hours later his wife rushed into the post office and between sobs exclaimed: “I’ve swallowed my teeth. What shall I do? I know I’ll die,” and soon. The man fish ed the missing teeth from his pocket, when his wife’s tears turned to indignation, and the setting out she gave her poorer half will long be remembered by the office clerk*.—Chicago Inter Ocean. 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. I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Massachweto, MW the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA.” Mb same that has borne and does now .s/Wj eoer y bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original " PITCHERS CASTORIA,” which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought //T*. and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my 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 substitute which some druggist may offer yo** (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in gredients of which even he does not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF ! 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