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(Hie itlotitgontftg itlo tutor. D . 0, SUrrOtf, Editor anl Prop’r. PULPIT THOUGHTS. Extracts From the Sermons of Leading New York Ministers. Owing to the absence of Rev. Dr. Talinage from ! is pulpit in the Brooklyn Tabernacle we do not give his customary sermon in this issue, but print in li u thereof extracts from the sermons of prominent metropolitan min isters: K. HEBE it N’EWTOX ON TRUE IDEAS OF GOD. The Rev. K. Heber Newton, preached at Ail fSouls’ Church, in West Forty-eighth street. ‘ The Scientific Idea of God and the Spiritual Vision of a Heavenly Father’’ was his theme “It seems to me,“ said Mr. New ton, That a true idea of God ought to l>e able to verify itself in the general cops iousuess of man. This is the conclusion which science reaches as Mr. Abbott inter prets her thought: ‘Because, as an infinite organism, it thus manifests infinite wisdom, power, and goodness, or thought, feeling,and will in their infinite fullness, and because the' three constitute the essential manifesta tions Oi personality, it must be conceived as infinite person, absolute spirit, creative source, and eternal home of the derivitive finite pels »na ities which depeud upon it. but are no less real tha i itself. * * What is this but infinite beatitude, infinite benign ity, infinite lov«—the all embracing father hood and motherhood of God.’ “Let me tell you how, in a very simple fashion, I reach this blessed assurance. From the unity of nature it follows that all forms of being are partial manifestations of this in finit • and eternal energy. That which Is es sentially human is undoubtedly what we, for lack of a better t »rm, call personality—intel ligen e conscious of itself, free in the power of will, owning the moral law. If we do not find personality in the crystal and the beetle, and hut a dreamlike personality in the dog, and if we do find such personality in man, which fact are we to trust as the better ex pression of the infinite and eternal energy that is in us all The answer of evolution to this question is unmistakable. The higher forms of life must more truly express thermiture of the infinite and eternal energy than the lower forms can pos sibly do. Over a muddy creek a willow hangs and tries to image its soft flowing lines in the waters below, how vainly! Above the clear crystal water of the mountain tarn, ‘the sacred pine’stoop.-, and sees its noble form faithfully mirrored m the lake. Each finer organism is capable of reflecting a finer image of the face which broods over us, seek ing to mirror itself. Man is the mystic flower of the great tree Igdrasil. I must interpret the dim. shadowy outline of the Infinite Power which these lower forms trace for me by the clearer, nobler form which conies forth in my consciousness. Mv consciousness yields as the essential human fact the idea o# personality. lam a man inasmuch as I am an intelligence conscious of itself, free in the power ol will, owning the moral law. I am obliged then to look up into the face which bends down over life seeking to mirror itself, and trust the reflection which comes forth in my nature of the personal power whom l must call Father. The Divine Being is not less than personal, however, much more than personal He may be. He cannot be uncon scious, since unconsciousness in nature is the lower form of being which opens into con sciousness. He cailuot be unmoral, .since nature, as it strains toward man, passes out of the calm indiftereutism ot' the brute into a hungering and thirsting after righteousness. God cannot l>e heartless, since the very mea sure of man lies in the heart. “Because of what I am, as a man, I am obliged to think of God not less than man but only more than man, not subhuman but superhuman, essentially humanity, lifted higher and breathed out to larger form. Evo lution goes on in humanity. Climb now to the very topmost crest of humanity, the supremely good one of earth. What mons trous freak of madness could equal a creation capable, through slow, orderly progressive development, of unfolding such a human flower as Jesus of Nazareth without having, below this climbing growth, a life in which it roots, infinite and eternal, the source and spring, the type and pattern, of this flower of nature! We overheard the soliloquies of his soul telling the vision mirrored in the calm, clear waters of his soul, as the sun’s fa'-e is caught and held in the blue mountain lake. Over the face of Jesus, th* face that bends and broods, is a greater human fa *e —One in whose image he saw himself to l»e made. Renan confesses: ‘The highest con sciousness of God which ever existed in the breast of humanity was that of Jesus.’ This granted, the con sciousness of Jesus becomes the supreme word of God, a word in which we are to trust im plicitly, not as a s nnething wholly apart from our own cons *iouns *.ss, but as the artic ulate utterance of the thought that struggles for expression in ourselves, the clear vision which in the ordinary man is but shadow and cloud. Spinoza de dared Jesus to be the temple of God, in which God most fully re veals hims If. The revelation of God in Chri.-t is the consciousness of God in Jes is. The blood of the Eternal beats them incur veins." THINKING THAT LEADS TO UNBELIEF. Dr. White, of the West Twenty-third Street Presbyterian church, took his text from He brew xii, 15-16. He said in part: “Men from intellectual pride sell their birthright by turning away from God and profaning to find a g'd among the philosophical idols of the day. The temptation comes in this form; It I wish to prove my intellectual vigor I must not accept anything upon trust. ! must demand that everything lie explained so that its mysteries l»e cleared up; then I a ept anything as true that cannot b' Ov Iby the successive steps of logic or C, o oust rated by the exhibition of scientific experiment. The old faith of my fathers is very simp!* and very comforting, but i must not be misled by any unexp;a md instincts of mv nature, n r de u led by any pretended re • ; tion from th • unven world. To by sure thousands of women and children and ot i mlimel men have accepted this faiti, il l and Christ without any very sear ii i _ ellect lal examination, but I re quit e proo'. ow. ,*il this is very well if it is the honest utterance o: a man who truly desiresto know the trutn and who with every fa ultyj e ok- nisi pr r>ose fairly to examine the <? vi ne/1 es so • <'h, Lstian ty: su *h h n sfc seeker will be ttH dby Gu»i. But. alas! too many are po-s - • I w Ith inbdl ■- * al vanity while the»■ hav.* neither intel < -tna! strength nor int -I. tual h n * tv. To* > hear </l one and aic th'T pro r o‘nent s ienti't wh > amuses him self as an unbeii ' er: or. as-the expression now is, an agii? » ic. or a positivist. and it flatters their vanity to say that with such we take our stan i. They make no original in vestigation. They make no earnest study of *viden r_ e'. If they re t h anything upon the subject it. is upon the destru'.’tive side. They ft or at the ioea that any new thoughts can fy- i ven th**m that will support the old faith. T:i* y' withhold a—ent an 1 pose as unbelievers, ancinhiuk it spea .s - ell for their intellectual i» nee that they are dis ipies of thus or th a - )• Now. no one more than I ap pxr ■ ■ : ini o iileat thought—of an earn a ‘-eason for rr. 1 hop that l- in one I rejoice to know that ariy man is honestly asking for proof MT. VERNON. MONTGOMERY CO.. GA.. THURSDAY, APRIL 2D. IBSIS. even of the highest divine truths, but 1 do say that for any man from intellectual van ity, from a deeire to appear to understan 1 what he has never really studied, from an ambition to call himself by the name of this or that great master, to turn aside from the faith of his fathers, to shut his eyes to the signs of God’s presence, to steel his heart against the influence of the Holy Spirit is to sell his birthright for a mess of pottage.” A PILLAR IN THE TEMPLE. The Rev. W. F. Price, of the Madison Ave nue Congregational church. “ ‘Him that overcometh I will make a pillar in the temple of my God.’ We classify men as wise and foolish, happy and miserable, grasping and generous, but the liesfc classification is ou the basis of their attitude toward sin—are they yielding to it or struggling against it? Many who struggle fall because they have no abiding place. A stone built into a temple is fixed; it is necessary where it is and useless any wh .*i*e else. The day when it was hewn is forgotten. Men and women are coining in and going out of the temple daily asking strength from God and then hurrying back into the world to use it for their own selfish ends; but the pillars of the temple remain. They came in to stay, and they go no more out. There are men who love their country because of the advantages she gives them, and others for her own sake. The latter class are the patriots. Their names go down in history, never to be test or forgotten. Some study solely for the advantages which education will give them, others for the sake of truth alone. These are enrolled as the great scholars of the world. So those who serve God for His truth’s sake, who strive to fulfil the end for which they were created, they art* those who are pillars in His temple, and who go out thence no more; they must first be hewn out. and fitted to their places by contact with the world in ! the struggle for life. They often feel the blows of tin* hammer fitting them to become stones in the temple, shaped by t-oil and *if- i sering into the likeness of God, perfect and i everlasting. And upon the stones of the temple shall be cut three inscriptions, that all may know that it is the temple of God; ‘The name of my God, the name of the city of my God and my new name.’ ” RELIGIOUS LESSONS FROM THE OREGON. The Rev. C. B. Smith, of the Sfc. | James Protestant Episcopal church: “The ship is the most human work of man and equally the divine work of God. The most hu man because it is so like the human body. But how were its parts so perfectly combined in two wavs: by man, who during long centu ries studied the physical laws of the Creator, and by God subtly guiding man. The many overlook the fact that ships are ns distinctly the works of God as trees or rivers or oceans. Man has simply been doing what (rod planned for him to do. Now. there is something in that sunken Oregon like the generations of th-* ] >ast. Every present generation is brought into its mh »ritance in the arms of the g "aera tion vanishing. Reformers making it Letter for posterity to live, and then as their work is done vanishing. The Son of God in sav ing the world leaves the world. But look not only at th«* dark side but also at the bright side. See Christs willingness to do bo long as He lived to see the redemption of mankind. Look at the joy of parents as life *bbj away if only they see their children happy. This is the parable of the sinking ship. There is also the parable of the saved traveler. We sail on the sea of life Our bodies are the ships in which our soul< are passengers. God brought every one safe to shore from the sinking Oregon. The ship alone was lost. Shall it l>e so with you, my brother?” THE JUST DEMANDS OK MISSION WORK. The Rev. Dr. J. N. Fitzgerald preached in the Central Methodist Episcopal church on the subject of “Missions.” He said in part: Many persons, when asked to contribute to missionary w’ork, consider that their dona tions are to be exjieiided entirely in foreign missions, and say that there is plenty of room for all their donations and labor at home. If | that is a candid remark, a fair hearing should | be occorded to it; but if it is merely an ex cuse to get out of making a contribution to I the work, it should not receive the slightest i recognition. This society, in the Methodist | cjiurch reaches to al I classes of people at j home and abroad. In the home mission one , may specify to what particular department of j it hie uesireshis contribution to go. To the Indian, or to the Chinese, that race which ha' responded to the proverbial saying: “Uncle Sam has room enough to give us all a farm,’’ have come t > this country, and have been tyrannized and brutally treated in a manner the like of which has never occurred before in a civilized country. Others want their contributions to go to helping the work of raising up fch f * blacks: others to the Ger mans; others to the Swede. Swiss or Scandi navian. In all these branches of home and foreign missions this society has workers. But if you cannot decide upon which particu lar department in which you wish to put your money, place it in the general contribution, and a little will be sent to help the worker in all parts of the world. WHAT TRUE LIBERTY IS FOR MEN. Dr. Hall preached in the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian church on “True Liberty.” He said: There are various kinds of freedom. We may think of it on the social and politi cal plane, and then we may have freedom from tyranny. Oron the moral nlaneand we have freedom from bad habits of living Or on that of spiritual life, and we have deliver ance from sin and from the fear that hath torment. We are citizens of the United States, and it is common to say we are free. But we know that there are forms of j bondage that are entirely compatible with our free institutions. We know how a ring may worm itself around a community and put it under bondage. A judge may manage to get himself into a place from which it is difficult to dislodge him, who may be bribed to defend the guilty arid oppress the innocent. If men are slow to acknowl edge such bondages as these, it is not strange that they will not acknowlede their state of moral bondage. It is through Jesus that true liberty comes. There are spurious forms of freedom. A young man throws off the re straints of home life and even of society, and travels over the world with no check upon the indulgin of his tastes and of his lusts. Is he free? Is he not rather a slave to bis pas sions? A man makes money getting his ob ject and throws off the straints of honesty. He js not free. Everything that is good has its counterfeit. Never confound the counterfeit with the reality. We hear a good deal about the region of law. No matter how good you are socially you are in the grip of God’s law He is infinitely just, and if you are not penitent. His law or death will be enforced. The spirit of life in Christ Jesus >an make you free from the law of sin and death. Plainly Put. A doctor is railed to m * ri suffering from asthma. Hi 'i-it is over, 5 c is Stopped in the entry by the sick in.iii’s wife. “Well, doctor, what do you think of my poor husband ?” ‘Reassure yourself, asthma i a patent of longevity. * “But you will cure him A it. won’t your “ SUB DEO FACTO FOR ! I TER '' Befirfem fttewitesNiiaftifand fhoieea 'fbvy4Sk>\r foam flakes Rghtly-Jle, A vwy dross of waves, till.free, Qnirfc-kfcKing breezes surge and sigh. And all tlw* laurels on the lea ttand low to listen as bonds the sky Where spaces throb with melody. 'Fbopform ft? wrought to gold, and T, Bflont.find heaven surrounding me— J» gilded fringe- u» breeze’s sigh: Between the sea sand and the sea Where yellow foam flakes lightly lio; Where spar-es’ throb with melody Between the skylark and the sky. Between fclw* sunset and the sun Night slumbers-on the sleeping bars. And through its curtain, one by one Gleam tender glances of the stars Between the sunset and the sun. And between my love's lips lies An untold message meant for me; Whether 'twill bring me sweet surprise Or dole, or doubt, or Paradise Is known alone to destiny. Yet, as I wait, a dream of tears Betwixm her eyelids and her eyes— A mystery of mist ap|»ears, Thut-hints of hopes and flatters fears, And on her lijis a burst of sighs, And on her I iris a red that dies To slumberous shadows that fall and rise, Till as 1 seek some sigu to see, Between her eyelids and her eyes Love lights his lamp and laughs at me. —Francis Howard Williams in the American A SPY IN THE CAMP. BY AN EX-CONFEDERATE. In the winter of 1864, when Johnston’s array lay at Dalton in winter quarters, I made two or three excursions in the di rection of Chattanooga, picking up more or less valuable information, and was resting after one of these raids when the incident I am about to relate occurred. That Yankee spies were penetrating our camps was a well known fact. Two or three hud been arrested, but it was only two or three out of a dozen, and or ders had been issued to all regimental officers to be vigilant and alert in seek ing to detect the presence of strangers. All the scouts had, as a matter of course, received the same instructions, but for a week nothing resulted from this com bined watchfulness. One afternoon, while sitting in the quarters of an old friend belonging to a brigadi! band, a crowd gathered outside, and I heard the music of a fiddle. Step ping to the door, I saw a German about 40 years of age in the center of a circle of soldiers seated on a cracker-box and play ing the fiddle in a rude sort of away as if entirely unmindful of their presence. The man was in citizen’s clothes, and for what seemed a very good reason. llis right arm had been amputated at the el bow. I looked him over closely as he sat there, eyes half-closed and keeping time with his foot, and 1 could not say that 1 had ever seen him before. Give us a soug, cried a dozen men in chorus after he had played for a spell, and he at once complied. The first verse ran as follows: “Oh ! (loan 1 yon see my falling tears? Oh ! rioan’ you know dat I vhas sad? Dot vhileyon laugh nod merry rhas. No home 1 has to make me glad.*’ lie had not yet finished it when I was trying hard to remember where and when L had heard it before. Ilis voice was soft and plaintive, anti the air of the song was one to captivate a soldier. They crowded closer and were silent while he sang the second verse: “Nopody vhftita to welcome me. Nopody cares which way I "o; I vlialkf alone, adown life’s path, My happiness vlism turned to wf»e.” I was struggling like, a prisoner to break'his bond -. Years ago I had heard that song, and had not heard it since. It was in vain I cudgeled my brain, but just when I was in despair 1 happened to no tice how he was holding and playing the fiddle. His right arm was gone, as I have told you, but with the stump he was holding the how by a simple contri vance and with his left hand he was fin gering the strings. Indeed, the soldiers were remarking ori the novelty of it. 1 had not watched him thirty seconds when my memory came to my aid. In the summer of 1856 I made a trip to a watering place in Wisconsin—a bridal tour. One evening, as my wife and I sat on the porch of the hotel this man came along, having a little girl with him. and as he played that fiddle and sang she joined iri the chorus and accompanied him on the ban jo. This was one of the songs he sang that evening seven or eight verses to it—and it was sad and plain tive that we paid him to repeat it two or three times. Now I could not say that, he was not a Confederate, but the fact that he was not in our uniform, and that I had seen him so far North, was enough to rouse a suspicion A • soon a- ho.bad finished his song he offered for -ah from hi park, buttons, thread, needles, pencils and otirer small wares an el elid a rushing busi ness for had an hour. He oemld have cold everything right there, but he sud denly packed up and moved away, even when a dozen customers had money in their hands. This action seemed queer, if not suspicious, and I followed the man. In half an hour I was certain that he was a spy and had been making an estimate of our strength. Without entirely losing sight of the man, I communicated my suspicions to the offiecr-of-the-day, and the result was an arrest. The man did not even change countenance when he found himself be tween the bayonets, but marched off as if such affairs were down on his programme. Upon reaching the guard house he calmly submitted to a thorough search of his person and pack. This lasted a full hour, but we made no discovery of im portance. The man denied that he was ever north of the Ohio River, and claimed New Orleans as his residence. He learned the song from a vagabond musiean who visited that city, and had sung it in hun dreds of Confederate camps since the war. There was absolutely no evidence against him, and he would have been set at liber ty had I not entreated the officer to give me until next day to look up something to confirm my suspicions. lat once mounted my horse and rode through all the adjacent camps nnd I found that the man had visited every one of them. He had certainly taken in a whole corps in his round, and was heard of among infantry, artillery, cavalry and even the hospituls. As a peddler he would have done this, but, us a spy he would have done the same thing. All the evidence I could get was that he had appeared, played his fiddle, sung his song and sold his notions, claiming to some to be selling on commission for a sutler, and to others that he was in busi ness for himself. I returned to headquarters clean done up and mad at myself for having made such a mess of it. The man was all right and I was all wrong. I went to the guard house to ask him a few questions, and it seemed to me that my sudden en trance rather confused liim. While I questioned I also watched, and presently i observed that beseemed to have a very large quid of tobacco in his cheek. Mind you 1 was looking for trifles, and Ino sooner noticed the fact I have mentioned than I watched to see him expectorate and soon realized that he was doing so This wasn’t at all natural, and 1 began at liis head to look him over. When 1 came down to the third button on his blouse there was no button there. All the others were in place, but this one was missing. The man was talkative and even jovial, and by and by I left him with the remark that J would go and report to the officer and have him set at liberty. I stepped out, walked around for fifteen minutes and then re-entered the guard-house. The third button on his blouse was now in place, and the quid of tobacco no longer bulged out his cheek. When ordered to “peel” his coat he hesitated for an in stant and I saw him change countenance, hut off it came and I carried it to head quarters. Every button on that blouse was not only a hollow cylinder made to screw to gether, but each cavity was filled with proofs to Convict, him as a spy. He had worked an entire corps, and he had the number of men, pieces of artillery, condi tion of arms, and whatever else might be asked for. Jt must have taken him two weeks to secure such full and explicit in formation. When he was brought before Gen. lie felt that the jig was up. There were his own notes to confront him. He re fused to utter one single word, and seemed to have made up his mind to pay the penalty without, flinching. It was brief work to try, convict and condemn him, hut he was never executed. On the night before his execution he died on his blankets. He was in the full vigor of years and health, having a hearty appe tite:, and his death has ever remained a mystery. There was no wound of any sort on the body, and of the five surgeons summoned to investigate all were certain that he did not take poison of any sort. After playing on his fiddle for half an hour he lay down ori the blankets with the remark that it was his last night to sleep. A guard sat within ten feet of him and saw him apparently fall into a sweet slumber, but two hours later he was dead.— JM.roit Free Prett. Had liailges On.” “Want your sidewalk cleared off?” he asked of a citizen of Woodward avenue. “Just got a man.” “Have any badges on?” “1 believe he has five or six.” “Then let him keep the job. I’m a trarnp and hard-up, but, them roller skating champions has got to earn a liv ing somehow, ttid I’m not the man to stand in their way. They are entitled to public sympathy and assistance.— Detroit Fret Preu. Hull righting In Mexico. The bull ring is an enclosure something like a northern base ball ground, but much larger, writes a correspondent from Mexico. It forms a complete amphithea tre, around which the spectators sit. The spectators pass in and out through a door in the high fence, over which nod cocoa palms and other tropical trees. A short distance from the enclosure a num ber of houses built of stone and mud arc located. But the immediate vicinity "f the bull ring is vacant ground. The spectators are seated high above the lighting ring, which is surrounded by an other fence witli gates on the level with the ground. Through these gates the bull is driven into the arena, while the fence serves as a vaulting place for the torredos, or bull fighters, to leap out of the way of the enraged hull when really mad. When I visited the place every one seemed ready to fight except the bulls. They appeared to he lazy. Red cloths were flashed be fore their faces, and although they would occasionally make a dash for the holder, as soon as he leaped over the fence the hull would become quiet. A Mexican, armed with a spear or lance, and mounted on a swift-running horse, would try to stir tho bulls into a fighting mood; but beyond a sudden dash for the rider, very little fight could be got out of the animals. Still it was very interesting to one who had never seen a bull fight, and even hundreds of those who had were willing to pay to enter the enclosure in Order to see what might happen. It is not an unusual thing, as 1 have been told, for the bull to become so enraged as to tear both men and horses to pieces. When this happens to be the case, the joy of the spectators is unbounded. Os course the lives of the bull fighters de pend on their agility in leaping tho fences and eluding the well-directed dash of the wild animal, who is rendered more infuriated by the flashing of red cloaks and other garments before his eyes. Rut no lives were lost during my visit, and none of the torredos were injured; yet the spectators appeared to enjoy the sport. Power of an Ocean Wave. In a paper by the Rev Phillip Neale, late British Chaplain at Batavia, in Leis ure Hour, speaking of the great inunda tion from the sea caused by the Krakatau earthquake, Java, he says; “One of the most remarkable facts concerning the inundation remains to he told. As we walked or scrambled along, we were much surprised to find great masses of white coral lying at the side of our path in every direction. Some of these were of immense size, and had been cast up more than two or three miles from the seashore. It was evident, as they were of coral formation, that these immense blocks of solid rock had been torn up from their ocean bed in the midst of the Sunda Straits, borne inland by the gigan tic wave, and finally left on the land sev eral miles from the shore. Any one who had not seen the sight would scarcely credit the story. The feat seems almost an impossible one. How these great masses could have been carried so far into the interior is a mystery, and hears out what I have said in previous papers as to the height of this terrible wave. Many of these rocks were from twenty to thirty tons in weight,, and some of the largest must have been nearly double. Lloyd’s agent,, who was with rne, agreed in think ing that we could not be mistaken if we put down the largest block of coral rock that we passed as weighing not less than fifty tons. Fresh Water from Sea Ice. Mr. John Rae writ*'- in Nature: “1 know from personal experience that sal ine fluid does, under certain circum stances, percolate or filtrate downward, converting sea ice, previously saline, into a sufficiently fresh state to afford good drinking water when thawed. This dis covery, like a good many others of more importance, was accidental. Iri passing a piece of old ice -that is, of a former year’s formation, which was known to be so by its wasted and nigged outline, as it stood some feet above the surrounding level ice-floe- 1 knocked a small piece off, and on putting it into my mouth found it quite fresh. From that time, during sledge journeys of 1200 miles in the spring of 1847, I looked out for some old rough ice, before building our snow hut for the night’s shelter, so as to get water quickly. Experience had taught! me that a kettleful of watercould be ob tained much more rapidly and at a far less waste of fuel by thawing ice than from snow, because the latter, however closely packed, contained much air, which, at a temperature of zero or lower, required extra fuel to warm it up to 32 degrees Fahrenheit; a kettleful of snow will giv<- little more than a third of a ket tleful of water, while the same measure of ice will nearly fill the kettle with water. ” YOL. I. NO. 8. Drifting. Th<» wavrs may s[Mtrklo through ths (lav, Porkixi in the folds of Heaven's raflertteA blue, Anil K|uirkling over soft-voiced shoal* may piny. Or mirror in its surfauc-depths the view: jut tin* stream (lows on, and wo, upon Hf*k rivor, b loaves upon tin* current, drift forover. nbft melodies may soot In' us ns we drift 1 iencnth tin* boughs of over-arching tree*; Anil iHTfuine'.(loot from every leafy rift, Or from tin* neighboring lily ninntled lean: Hut life ex |>niids into a mighty river, And we, upon its bosom, drift forever. All, soon its sparkle dulls; it* glitter diee; And all the song in life is left liehind; And only emptiness around 11s lies As love grows fold; until at last we find Life’s perfume Hod. Then we, upon the river, Yearn for a sweetness that is gone forever. Hut often in our hearts a fragrant, nir Floats down the stream in sad, delicious sighs: And in, and round, and near ns everywhere A thousand mellowed memories arise, Like flowery perfumes watted down the river To soothe us as we drift along forever. O. 11. Murphy in Ihr Current IIUMOKOUB. A liberty pole Kosciusko. A moving scene An earthquake. “liver kneeling at thy feet”—The boo* black. .Jonah was the first secretary of the In terior. “Tire money makers" —Workers in the mint. Lust, hilt not least -What your boot was made on. Irate Creditor—“ Now when will thin bill be paid?” What is pic-plant? Why, the burial of a bilker, of course. “Mamma, why is papa bald?” "lam his fourth wife, darling.” “Wind istlu* nationality of that, drinkl" he asked the man who was filling a glass from a syphon bottle. “Celt, sir.” A Western settler’s cabin was recently swept entirely away by a tornado. That is what we should call carrying a house by u storm. Dr. Tanner says that with the unaided eye only about five thousand stars can be Ken. Dr. Tanner lias evidently new been on skates. Duttons—Missus told me to come down and tell you she was not at home. Huff cut—Go hack and tell your mistress I aay I haven’t called. An agriculture paper says: “No ani mal can fight and cut at the same time. Evidently never seen a travelei at a ten minutes-for-luneh stand. Dio Lewis says that hot water will cure all complaints. In that ease im provident men ought to tie extra healthy, for they are always in it. A poor young man and his poor young wife get along very well with their economy until the dry goods stores begin to spread all over the newspapers. Then there’s a break. No matter if a woman hasn’t but three lines to write on a page of letter paper, she can't resist the temptation to write two of them on the side margin and then sign her name upside down over the date. An up-eountry schoolmaster, whose wife was one of his pupils, had occasion to punish her one day. The next day the school-house door bore this inscriptioiu “School closed for one week owing to the illness of the schoolmaster. Down in the silent hallway Bcamjior* the dog about, Arid whines, and barks, and scratches, In order to get out. Once in the glittering starlight, He straightway doth liegin To set up a doleful howling In order to get in. Moonshiners. The term moonshiner appears to have originated about tin- year 1870 in the mountain districts of the southern states. In the opinion of General Green B. Raum, formerly collector of internal rev enue, it arose ‘Spontaneously from the fact, that the illicit, distiller was a moon shiner, and his product moonshine whis key.” General Katun mentions also a curious term used in the south in con nection with tin- tax on tobacco. “The dealers in illicit tobacco, who flourished principally in North Carolina, were called “bloekailers," and the illicit (un taxed) tobacco blockade tolmeco. By analogy the t mi blockade whiskey was also used. ’’This evidently had its ori gin in the long bloegadeiif the southern ports during the win 1 thill 1805), which caused the common jicuple to associate blockade with anything at once illicit or prohibited, a well a-, dangerous.”— BonU/n Beacon.