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gfe Jttontgomerg Jttonitor.
D. C, StTTTON, Editor and Prop’r,
DR, TALMAGES’ SERMON.
IMPORTANCE OF CHRISTIANITY
IN THE HOME.
(i’Veachc j it dfinisby, Canatf
Text: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to
retain from following After thee; for whither
thou goest, I wjiipy; and where thou lodge.-.t,
* willlotJg#; thy people shu)l ba my j>eoplo.
pna thy (ipd mv God t where thou ,iie t, will
i die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do
so to me, and more also, if aught but death
part thee and mß.”—Ruth L, hi and 17.
Famine in Judah. Upon fields distin
guished for fertility the blight came, and at
the door of princely abodes want knocked.
Turning his back upon his house and his
lands, Elimelech took his wife, Naomi and
his two sons and started for tho land of
Moab in search of bread. Getting into
Moab, his two sons married idolaters—Ruth
the name of one, (>rpah the tlallW of the
other. Great calamities came upon that
household. Eiintelech died and his two sons,
leaving Naomi, the wife. And the two daugh
ters-in-law. Poor Naomi! in a strAUge uiiid
snd her husband and two Slink dead. She
must go t>aek to Judah. She cannot stand it
in a place wlwro everything reminded herof
her sorrow. Just as n rw, sometimes you
see persons moving from one house to erio.h
er. or from one i ity to anutlier, and vou can
not understand it Until yon Hhd out that It is
Ijeeause there were As-sotiations with a cer
tain place that they could no longer bear.
Naomi must ;Wt for tho land of Judah: but
Iww -iiflll she get th re? Between Moab and
the place where she Would like to go there
nre deserts; there are wild beftits ranging the
wilderness; there aro Savages go ng up and
flown, And there is the awful Dea 1 Sou.
eli, you say, *he came over the r. ad once,
she can do so again. Ah! when she came
ever the road botoro sho had the strong arms
el her husband and her two sons to defend
her; now th y are all gone. The hour of
parting has come, and Naomi must be sepa
rated from her two daughters-in law. liuth
and Orpah. They were tende ly attached,
these three nijurners. They had b.ut over
tho same sc 1: bed; they had moved in the
same funeral procession; they had wept
over the same grave. There tho three
mourners stand talking. Naomi tninks
of the time when she left Ju
dah, with a prince for her companion.
Then they all think of the marriage festi. ais
when Naomi's two sons were united to these
women, who have now exchanged the wreath
of tho bride for the veil of the mourner.
Naomi s arts for the land of Judah, and Ruth
and Orpah resolve to go a little way along
with her. They have gene but a short dis
tance when Naomi turns around and says to
her daughters-iu-law; “Go back. There
may be da\ s of brightness yet for you in
your native laud. 1 emi t bear to take you
away from your home and tho homes of your
kindred. I am old and troubled. Go not
along with me. The Lord deal gently with
you as vo have dealt with the dead and with
me. But thev persisted in going, and so the
three traveled on until after awhile Naomi
turns around again and begs them to go back.
Orpah takes the suggestion, and after a sad
parting gees away; hut iinth, grand and
glorious liuth, turns her back upon her home.
Bhe says: ,- I can't bear to let that old mother
go alone. It is my duty to go with her.”
And throwing her arms around weeping Na
omi, she pours out her soul in the tenderness
and pathos and Christian eloquence of my
text: “Entreat me not to leave thee, or to
return from lollcwingaltcr thee: for whither
thou goest, I will go; and whither thou lodg
est, I will lodge; thy people shall be my peo
ple, and thy God my God; where thou diest
twill die, and there will I he buried; tho
Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught
but death part thee and me.”
Five choices made Ruth in that text, and
five choices mpst we all make, if we ever
want to get, to heaven.
I. In the first place, if we want to become
Christians, w-e must., like Ruth in the text,
choose the Christian’s God. Beautiful Ruth
looked up into the wrinkled face of Naomi
and said; “Thy God shall bo my God.” You
iCo it was a change of gods. Naomi's God
'\ as Jehjvah; Ruth s God was Chemnsh, the
divinity of tho Moabites,whom she had wor
shiped under the symbol of a black star.
Now she comes out from that black-starred
divinity, an 1 takes the Lord in whom there
is no darkness at. all; the silver-starred divin
ity to whom the met or pointed down in
Bethlehem, the sunshiny God, of whom tho
psalmist wrote: “The Lord God is a
sun.” And so, my friends, if we want
t“ become Christians, we must change
gods. This world is the Chemosh to
mo-t people. It is a black-starred god. It
can heal no wounds. It can wipe away no
sorrows. It can pay no debts. It can save
no undying soul, it is a great cheat, so
many thousand miles in diameter an l so
many thousand miles in circumference. If j
I should put this audience under oath, one- ,
half of them would swear that this world is [
a liar. It is a bank which makes large adver
tisement of what it has in the vaults and of
the dividends that it declares, and tells us 1
that if we want happiness, ail we have got
to do is to come to that bank and apply for
it. In the hour of need, we go to that bank
to get happiness, and we find that the vaults
are empjty, and all reliabilities have ab
sconded and we are swindled out of every
thing. O thou bla k-starred Chsmosh, how
many are burning in ease at thy shrine!
Now, Ruth turned away iro n this god
Chemosh, and she took Naomi’s God. Who
was that? The < ’oil that made the world and
gut you in it. The God that fashioned the
eaven and filled it with blissful inhabitants.
The God whose lifetime study it has been to
make you aDd all his creatures happy. The
God w ho watched us in childhood, and led us
through the gauntlet of infantile distresses, :
feeding us when we were hungry, pillowing
us w hon we were somnolent, and sending his
only Hon to wash away our pollution with
the tears and blood of his own eye
and heart, and offering to be our
everlasting rest, comfort, and ec
stasy. A loving Go 1. A sympathetic
God. A great-hearted God, An all-etieorn
pas ing God. A Gol who flings himself on
this world in a very abandonment of over
last ng affection. The clouds, the veil of his
face. The sea, the aquarium of his pjalace.
The stirs, the dew-drops on his lawn. The
God of Hannah s prayer an 1 Esther s eonse
c ation.and Mary’s broken h art and Ruth’s
loving and bereft spirit. Oh, choose ye be
tween Chemosh and Jehovah! The one ser
vice is pain and disanpointment: theolh -r -er
vice is brightm ss an 1 iiUp I have tried both.
I chose the service of “cd because I was
ashamed to do otherwise. X felt it would be
Imbecile for me to choose Chemosh above
Jehovah.
“Oh, happy dav that fixed my choice
tub ltiee, my Saviour, and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell us rapture all abroad.
“Oh, happy bond that seals my vows
To Him who merits ail my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
tV bile to His sacred throne I mo . e.
“High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear;
Till in life's late-t hour I bow.
And bless in death a bond so dear.”
11. Again, if we want to be Christians
like Ruth in the te t, we must take the
Christ an s path. ''Where thou goest I will
go,” cried out the beautiful Moabitess to ,
Naomi, the mother-in-law. Dangerous prom-
i iso that There were deserts to bo crossed.
I There were ja kals that came down through
the wilderness. There Were bandits. Thera
i was tho Dead sea. NKnfßi save;, “Rp;h, you
mustgoba k. You are too delicate tc farrt
; this journey. You will give out in tho first
live miles. You cannot go. You have not
the physical stamina or the moral courage to
ao with me ''. Ruth responds: “Mother, I
Uql goiiig allyhoW. if i stiiy id tins bind I
will by overbprmi qf tUedfolatijra, it i
along witHyou, 1 shall serve God. (rive me
Ilia luifidlh Let ino ,i?itrry it. lain going
with you, mother, anyhow. ' v .
And if we want to servo God we must do
as Uuth did, crying out: “Where tliop goest,
I will go.” Never mind the Dead Bea. Afoot
or horseback. If there be ri-.<ers to ford, we
must ford them. If there be mountains to
scale, we must scale them. If there He Cite
mies to light, we must tight them. It re ]uires
grit and pluck to get from M ab to Judah. Oh,
how many Christian there are who ran b«
diverted from the path by a quiver of the lip.
in ii ativeof scorn. They do not surrender to
temptation, but they bend to it. And if in a
company there.be those who tell unclean
stories, they will go so fat' As to tell Some
thing on tiio mirgiil between the hnto mid
the impure. And If there be those who
swear in the f, On and use the rough word
“damn,” they will go so fnr aS tho Word
“darn,” and look over the fence wishing thev
could go farther; but as to Any determina
tion, liko Ruth’s, to gp tne whole rott lof till
that is right, they havh not the grace to do it
Thy have notin all their body as much
courage as Ruth had in her lit'le finger.
Oh, my friends let us start for lied veil and
go - Icar through! In tho river that runs by
i,iie -ato of 'lie citv .we shall wash off all our
bruises. When Dj\ Chalinersl printed liisl
a-tronornieal disedtirses, they wele road id
the haylofts, in the lields, in the garrets, and
in the palaces, because they advoca'ed the
idea that tho stars were inhabited. Oh,
hearer! does not vour soul thrill with the
thought that there another world beauti
fully inhabited.' Nay, more, that you by the
gra’e of God may become one of its glorious
citizens!
111. Aga n I remark, if we want to become
Christians, like Ruth in tho text, we must
choose the Christian habitation. “Where
thou lodged, will I lodge,” cried Ruth to
Naomi, the knew that wherever Naomi
stopped, whether it were hovel or mansion,
there would be a Christian home, and she
wanted to be in it. What do I mean by a
Christian Lome! I mean a home in whi h th„
Bible is the chief book; a home in which the
family kneel in prayer; a home in which
father and mother are practical Christians; a
homo in which on Sabbath, from sunrise to
sunset, there is profitable converge and cheer
ful song and Suggestions Os a better World.
Whether the wail be frescoed or not, or only
a ceiling of unplaned rafters; whether mar
ble lions are couchant at tho front entrance,
or a plain latch is lifted by a tow-string, that
home is the ante-chamber of heaven. A man
never gets over having lived in such a home.
It holds you in an eternal grip. Though
your parents may have been gone forty
years, the tears of penitence and gladness
that were wept at the family altar still glit
ter in your memory. Nay, do you not now
feel hot and warm on your hands, the tears
which that mothor shed thirty years ago,
when, one cold winter night, she came and
wrapped you up in the bod and prayed for
your welfare h-re and for your everlasting
welfare before the throne ?
O ye who are to set up your own home, see
that it be a Christian honlo! Let Jesus make
the wine at that wedding. A home without
God is An awful place, there are so many
perils to threaten it, and God himself is so
bitterly against it; but “the Lord encampeth
around about the inhabitation of the just.”
What a grand thing it is to huve God stand
guard at that door, and tho Lord Jesus the
family physician; and the wings of angels the
canopy over the pillow,and the Lord of Glory
a perpetual guest. You say it is iin portant thut
the wife and mothor be a Christian. I say to
you it is just as important that the hus
band and father boa Christian. Yet
how many clever men there are who say:
“My wife doex all the religion of my house.
I aiii a worldly man; but 1 have confidence in
her, and 1 think she will bring the whole fam
ily up all right.” It will not do, my brother.
The fact that you are not a < hristian has
more influence on you.- family than the fact
that your wife is a Christian. Your children
will say: “lather's a very good man: he is
hot a Christian, and if ho can risk the future,
1 can risk the future.” O father and husband!
join your Wife on the road to heaven, and at
night gather your family at the altar. Do you
say: “Icantpray. lam a man of few words
and I don’t think I could put half a dozen
sentences together in such a prayer.” You
can pray; you can. If your child were down
with si arlet fever, and the next hour were to
decide its recovery or its death, you would
pray in sobs and groans and paroxysms of
earnestness. Yex, you can pray. When the
eternal life of your household may depend
upon your supplication, let your knees limber
and go down, but, if you still insist that you
cannot compose a prayer, then buy or bor
row a prayer book of the Episcopal church,
and gather your family, and put your prayer
book on a chair and kneel down before it,
and in the solemn and hu-hed presence or
God gather up all your sorrows and tempta
tions and sins, and cry out: “Good Lord, de
liver us.”
IV. Again I remark: If we want to be
come Christians like Ruth in the text, we
must choose Christian associations. “Thy
people shall be my people,” cried out Ruth to
Naomi. “The folks you Associate with 1
want to Associate with. They will corne and
see me, and I will go and see them. I want
to move in the highest of all circles, the circle
of God’s elect; and therefore, mother, I am
going back with you to the land of Judah.”
Do you who are seeking after God—and I
suppose there are many such in this pres
ence—do you who are seeking alter
God prefer Christian society to
worldly society i “No,” you say,
“I prefer the world’s mirth, and the
world’s laughter, and the world’s innuendo,
and the world's paraphernalia.” Well, this
is a free country, and you shall h ive the
right of choice: but let me tell you that the
purest mirth, and the most untrammele l
gle • and the greatest resilience of soul are in
side Christian companionship, and not out
side of it. I have tried both styles of com
panionship—the companionship of the world
and the companionship of Christ, and I know
by experience. Iha e been now so long in
the sun-niny experience aril society of
Christian people, that when I am compelled
to go for a little while amid intense worldly
society I feel depressed. It is like going out
of a June garden into an icehou.se. Men
never know fully how to laugh until they
become Christians. The world's laughter
has a jerk of dihsatisfa tion at the cni: but
when a man is consecrate I to God, and he is
all right for the world to come, then when he
laughs, body, mind an 1 soul crackle, i-et a
group of ministers of th t gospel, gathered
from all denominations of Christian , ba to
gether in a dining hall, or in a social circle,
and you know they are proverbially jocuud,
O, ye unconverted people! I know not how
you <an stand it dow n in that moping, bil
ious, saturnine, worldly association. Corne
up into the sunlight of Christian society—
those people for whom all thinzsare working
right now.and will work right forever. I tell
you that the sweete t japonicas grow in the
Lord s gai den; that the largest grapes are
from the vinevards of Canaan: that the most
sparkling Hoods break forth from the Rock
of Ages. Do not too much pity this P-uth of
my text, for she is going to be ome mint
ow ner of the great harvest fields of Boaz.
V. Once more: If we want to become
Christians, we must, like Ruth in the text.
MT. VERNON. MONTGOMERY CO.. GA„ THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 30. 188(1.
ciioo o the Christian s dfyVo tn l.huynff.
exclaimed: " Where thoudiext w t,I wftV. end
there will I l>o buried.” 1 think wo all, when
leaving this world, would liko to be sur
fhffnded,bjr Christian influences. You would
not like to lir \ e yrtu*(kyiijg pillow surrounded
by caricaturists and pun*t<*ln. end wine
bibbers. How would you like ro’ Wave
John Leech come with his Loudon pic
torials and Christopher North with his
IdosS f«ii, end Torn Hood with his rhyming
iokfi'x, when You fire' dying' No! No! No!
J.et a Christ (an i/urs* itt my last
sickness. Let ipe have a‘ Cnfistiart pfiv- Liaij
to (lie medicine. liPt it! be' it
Christ an wife,,, of parfiiit, or Olujd, that
wat hesthe going out of, :MW tjdcS of my,
mortal existen a. Let Ghfjstiai); iliefl <’«UIA
into the room and read of the illuiuinated
■valley and the extinguishment of grief, and
drown the hoarse blasts of death with the
strains of “Mt. Risgatt” and “Bt. Martin
In our last moment we will all bs children.
Paid I'r. Guthrie, the famous Scotch c Jergy
n an. when dying: “Bing men bairn's hymn.
Yes, we will all he children then. In that,
hour the world will stand confounded uro nd
us. Our friends nmy cry over us; tears will
not help us They may look sad; ivhat ws
want is fadiatitm in t.'uo last moment
thinking it Will limp ihanl die. In out
last irOmeilt wo wa t that bread which
enmo down from Heaven. Who will
giie it tb iis ? Dh; we want Chris
tian pobplh isl tho room; so that
if our hope fiegijis to sir.iggle they indy sn V:
“C lira go, brother! all is #cH! Courage!’
In that expiring moment. I want. (« hear tho
old songs we ued to sing ill • hit oh anu
prayer meetings. In that Inst moment I want
t.> hear the voice of some Christian friend
pleading thdt tho sins and shortcomings of
my life may bo forgiven, mid tiro doors of
heaven may be opened before my entranced
spirit. .
“Come s(ng to ine6f heftveii,
Wh6u I'm about to die:
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.”
Yes. Christian people oh either side of the
bed, nnd the Christian people at the foot of tho
bed, and Christian people to dose my eyes,
and Christian people to carry mo out, and
Christian pooplo t > look after those whom I
leave behind, and Christian people to re
member mo a little while after I am gone.
“Whore thou diest, will I die, and there will
I bo buried.”
Sometimes an epitaph covers up more than
it expresses. Walking through Greenwood
Cemetery 1 have sometimes seen an inscrip
tion which impressed me liow hard the
sculptor and friends wero trying to make out
a good story in stone. I saw from tho in
scription that the man or woman buried there
ha 1 died without ho; o. Tho ins ription told
mo the mail Was a member of Congress, or a
bank President, or Homo prominent citizen,
but said nothing about his soul's des
tiny. The body is nothing. Tho soul!
The soul! And here by tills inscription
I see that this man was born in 1800 aud died
in 1 575. Seventy-five years on earth, and no
Christian hope! Oh, if in all the cemeteries
of your city the graves of those who have
gone out of this world unprepared should
sigh on tho wind, who would have tho nerve
to drive through such a place? If all those
who hove gone out of this world unprepared
could come back to-day and lloat throueh,
the air,telling the story of their discomfiture,
this audience would lull fiat on its taco, ask
ing to be rescued from the avalanche of hor
ror.
My hearers, do you wonder that this Ruth
of my text made the Cnristian's choice and
dosed it with the ancient form of imprecation
upon her own soul, if she ever forsook Naomi:
“The Lord do so to mo, and more also, if
aught but death part thee and me." They
were to live together. Come the jackals,
come the bandits, roll on Dead Bea! My
hearers, would you not liko to be with your
Christian friends forever? Have there not
gone out persons from your household whom
you would like to spend eternity with? They
wore mild, and loving, and gentle, nnd beau
tiful, w hile h -re. You have no idea that the
joys of k> aven have made them worse.
Choose their Christ, and you may have their
heaven. They went in washed through
the blood of the Lamb, and you must have
the same glorious ablution. With holy
violence X put my hands on you to-day,
to push you on toward the immediate
choice of this only Baviour. Have him you
must, or perish world without end. Elect
this moment as the one of contrition and
tinnsjiort. Oh, give one intense, earnest, be
lieving, loving ga/.e into tho wounds opened
for your eternal salvation!
Borne of you I confront for the first and
the last time until the judgment, and then
we shall meet. Will you be ready?
Two Snow Stories.
Speaking of lyin", says th • San Fran
cisco /'out, every old Californian remem
bers Captain Jim Baker, immorlali/.cd by
John I'll i nix as “Truthful Jcems.” His
habits of exaggeration were so notorious
that San Fianeiscans prided themselves
on possessing in him the champion of the
world in tl.nt line. Hut one day an Kng
glish >ea captain carne heie who had
achieved a brilliant rep Ration a> a liar,
and tiio sea (apt ins then in port brought
the two togetiier at a dinner at Martin's
old restaurant on Commercial street.
When the wine was flowing freely the
conspirators proceeded to draw out their
guests.
“I presume you have seen some very
severe snow storms in your travels? ’ taid
one. addres ing the English Captain.
“Ye , : ir,” lie replied; “i have seen
the snow lilty feet deep on a level ex
tending over miles oi country up in
Siberia.”
“And yo i must have seen some pretty
severe snow storms yourself, Capta n
Jirn” said another.”
“Well, I should say so,” replied Truth
ful. “In 18") i? I was going over the
Siena Nevada with a pack train, and
when w ■ had neurly'reach'd the summit
it s arted in to snow, and I’ll swear that
it M. at the rate of an inch a minute.”
“How long did it continue, Captain
Jim'?”
“Three days arid nights, sir.”
Chips of the Boston Block.
A lady who was not feeling very wel*
was importuned by her little son with
questions whiiNi she answered too sha. ply
to suit Young Arner ea, when he ejacu
lated : “Goodness! what is the matter
with you? I hope you're not going to
have one of your bilious turns.”
Another lad who was learning his Sun
day-school lesson with the words: “Con
sider the lilies of the field how they
grow; they toil not neither do they spin,
and yet I say unto you that—” here the
bo.v paused, forgetting the next word,
and then proceeded w.th a pronounced
voice: “Sullivan in all his glory was not
like one of these.” —Bottvn IratelU *
“SUB DEO PACiIO PORTITER
A MEXICAN MEAL.
Eatables and 1 rtt*inknbl«» at G
Wayside Inf?.
Like Cannon Balls, and Native
Fruits ffaz.l:et? Down with “Pulquo,”
At an Indian village of unpronouWfit’■
slide name, says a letter from Mexico to
the Philadelphia Record , wo stopped for
lfmchcon, fit its only public, rostiug-placo
•—a iypicul fonditet, which is Spanish for
1 ‘little restaurant”' The earth floor of
this wayside inn was neatly svrept, and
its whitewashed inner walls hung witff
pictured saints wreathed with gaudy pa
per roses. Hi ekety-legged benches
were ranged (immovably)' around tho ta
ble; and tho only two chairs the eAJftlv
lishment afforded—which were kept ns
articles of vertu, of little actual use to
their owners--were brought for tho ac
commodation of los Americanas, who
were suspected of not wishing to con
form to tho rural custom of squatting tip
on n petate (straw mat) spread on the
floor, Tho windows, of course, were
guiltless of glass, and had the usual iron
bars before them, but I observed that tho
rude bnrn-door-likc shutters were of solid
mahogany—a woo 1, by the way, which
is cheaper in niany parts of Mexico (be
cause less rare) than common pine, Tiio
great oaken door, with its cnormoiis
hinges and look like the breastplate of a
mediteval warrior, was quaintly carved—
probably not less than a century ago by
some ioUg-f(?rgotteii artist. Tlicro nro
many things in this Wonderful country
which arc calculated to arouse the spirit
of highway robbery in tho breast of tho
most honorable tourist. I longed to tear
that door from its hinges and run off with
it, or to seize from tho shoulders of tho
master of the mansion his zarapo—a na
tive blanket of softly-blended oriental
hues, with tho national escutcheon in
tho contre (a big eaglo perched upon a
cactus bush, with a serpent in his beak)
—which would make a most ravishing
portiere.
Our refreshments wore speedily servod
upon a well-sco.ired table to which tho
addition of a cloth would have boon an
incongruous superfluity, aud tho menu
was as follows: Htowod fre)ole» (rod
beans), with our choice as to “season
ing”—whether we would pour rancid
goat’s milk over them or molasses from
tho Chinese sugar-cane jsmall black loaves
of Mexican bread that would have made
excellent cannon balls, of course without
butter, which does not “grow” in this
country; watercrcsses and fresh olive oil,
from which wo compounded a salad fit
for an emperor’s table; wild honey and
stewed apricots nnd a basket of ripe tam
arinds, pomegranates, figs and mangoes,
arranged in their own green leaves, as
the poorest of these people have a taste
ful habit of doing. Tho inevitable
pulquo xvas at band in a pig-skin “bot
tle” which retains the perfect shape of
the animal, minus head and tail, and
gurgled an approving note, nlarmingly
like life, while its contents were being
emptied into our mugs. These so-called
“pig-skins” are really the undressed hides
of sheep, with the woolly side turned in.
Nothing else is considered so good for
holding tho popular beverage, though
we are told that a skin of small size costs
not less than $2.00, and lasts little more
than a month, as the constant fermenta
tion going on inside soon eats the wool
off. In this volcanic country tho travel
ler must eschew water, or suffer serious
consequences, and one must drink some
thing besides the bitter Mexican coffee;
therefore we long ago made up our minds
to pulque—the cheap drink of tho na
tives—and pulque it is, every day of our
lives at dinner. I confess, liow. ver, that
it required considerable effort to educate
ourselves to it, and it was only accom
plished by resolutely fixing our thoughts
upon that glorious product of the year—
the century plant —from whence it came,
and by repeatedly assuring one another
that the thick, white, nasty liquid re
sembles home buttermilk, though we
know it to be an outrageout libel on
northern dairies. But, even now,
Betsy and I sometimes amuse ourselves
in leisure moments striving to compute
the quantity of sheep’s wool which we
must have absorbed in the course of the
iast two years, since the contents of each
alleged pig-skin contains a good deal of
it—“in solution,” so to speak.
Immediately following this dainty re
past the mistress of the J’ondita produced
her private cigarette holder and tendered
us the customary courtesy with the air of
a princess, an act of kindly hospitality
which we would not for the world have
wounded her feelings by refusing.
Netting pigeons is a simple an effective
method of capturing the birds by whole
sale. A pigeon net is a section of ordi
nary small mesh fish netting, made to
never an area of ground, when laid flat,
sometimes 20 by 40 feet in extent.
A Theory of Soap,
A new theory has bervt started with
regard to tho use of soap on tho face.
Women who for years have been careful
iof their oomplcxlo is would never, under
any cifhtfirtstaiwes, wash the face in soap,
as it was said fo' fowghen and coarsen
the skin. Now, this Idea b exploded,
And a well-known physician in the frtetro
iVoVitarr profession recommends his women
patienT* tiV tifew i» freely every day, lath
ering the skin tt'cl! 1 . Os course, a fine,
oily and puro soap is inoAf desirous. This
being secured he states that nJ/M hut tint
most beneficial results will bo affected
by his method of improving tho skin.
tte holds l —with considerable plausibility
—that the pofos of five face become ns
much clogged by grease ftWd dirt, as the
hands or any other portion of the hotly,
And if soap is considered a necessary pu
rifier in tlm bath, its n eds must bo felt
equally on Jho face. By an abundnnt
and regular lathering flic facial pores, he
claims, are kept open, free frctrrt the clog
ging matter that produces unsightly
black heads, acne, pimples, and a pure,
healthy, fresh and brighter complexion
is tho resultant. Not mincing matters,
lie says that the trouble with most wo
men who have sallow, pasty skins is that
from year’s end to year’s cud they never
have a really clean face.
An nr.iclc published in Good House
keeping says: “Hands kept dirty aro
never smooth and white. Absoluto
cleanliness is necessary. Many pooplo
who do not work seldom Wash their
hands. The day’s aecumul; tie t of dirt
is allowed to remain on tho hands all
night. Upon rising the hands aro washed
in cold water; then tho possessor won
ders why when who does no work her
hands do not look any better. Tho
hands and face should always ho washed
in warm soap suds before going to bed.
White soaps aro safest. Highly scented
and colored soaps are almost invariably
made from rancid and ill-smolling fats.
After drying them thoroughly use a few
drops of mixed glycorino and camphor,
which the druggist can prepare for you.
Drop into the palm of your hands nnd
rub wi 11, and this will bo all that will ho
necessary to show decided improvement.
When you rise in the morning do not ttso
soap on your face, hut bathe it well in
warm water. Do tho soap-scrubbing
only at bedtime. Urooklyn Jingle.
The Farms of America.
Mr. Andrew Carnegie, tiio iron manu
facturer, of Pittsburg, F’n., in his book
entitled “Triumphant Democracy,” says
of tho farms of America; “The farms of
America comprise 837,628 squnro miles,
an area nearly equal to one-fourth of
Europe, and larger than tho four greatest
European countries put together (Russia
excepted), namely France, Germany,
Austria and Hungary and Spain. Tho
capital invested in agriculture would
suffice to buy up tho whole of Italy,
with its rich olive groves and vineyards,
its old historical cities, cathedrals and
palaces, its Kings and aristocracy, its
Pope and Cardinals, and every other
feudal appurtenance. Or, if the Ameri
can farmers were to sell out, they could
buy the entire Peninsula of Spain; with
all its traditions of mediaeval grandeur,
and the flat lands which the Hollanders
at vast cost have wrested from the sea
and the quaint old towns they have built
there. If he chose to put by his savings
for three years, the Yankee farmer could
purchase the fee simple of pretty Switz
erland as a summer resort, and not touch
Ids capital at all, for each year’s earnings
exceed $550,000,000. The cereal crop
for 1880 was more than 2,500,000,000
bushels. If placed in one mass this
would make a pile of 3,500,000,000 cubic
feet, or a pyramid three times a great as
that of Cheops. If loaded on carts it
would require all the horses in Europe
and 1,000,000 more (33,000,000) to re
move it, though each horse drew a load
of two tons. Were the entire crop of
cereals loaded on a continuous train of cars,
the train would reach one and a half times
around the globe. Its value is half as
great as all the gold mined iri California
in the thirty-five years since gold was
found there. The corn and cotton fields
of America form kingdoms in themselves
surpassing in size some of those in Eu
rope.”
A Slight Misconception.
“That must have been a terrible exhi
bition of brutality at Union Park yester
day,” said Mrs. Sniggs to her husband
this morning. “Why, the paper says
that one man died at first. I suppose
that’s before the game commenced. And
then some other brute hit a fly, with one
of those terrible big clubs, I suppose.
Why, I should think the Humane Soci
ety would interfere.”
“That’s it,” answered Snivgs, “you
have a long head. All you need is a
couple of new bats to be appointed in
pkace of the umpire.”— l’Utuburrj Chroni
el*.
VOL. I. NO. 30.
Morning'.
Ok f*lr, sweet mother of tho Southern broez*,
Celestial Morning, 10, thou dost awakel
And garments of eternal light doth take,
*.nl swift thy scented breath comes o’er tho
trees.
The pink roso garlands fall down to thj
knees,
And there, nil glittering wtthdow they shake
lAko wavelets on some molten silver lake,
‘Neath thy hlue *yo that smiles across the
seas.
And from thy purple chalice pCuring flowers
Upon the level streams and rolling’ lands,
Across tho rich horizon thou dost fly,
Arousing all tho laughing little Hours,
Thnt. softly slip away in broken hands
Beneath tho moonless and the starless sky.
— J. / iru.rLp.rtrm.
"<■ humorous.
The poor man's story—The garret.
Homo rule—Wipe your feet before you
erano in.
It is tho “duck of a bonnet" that
makes a young girl’s head swim.
Smith —“If you were stung by hornet*,
Jones, what would you do first?" Jones
—“Howl I”
“Arc you married?” “No.” “That’s
a pity. I was just going to ask jots how
your wife was.’'
A Western man lift* a cyclone cellar
which ho retires to when his wife com
mences house cleaning.
When n miner has boon eater? by *
grizzly the Western pcoplo speak of hint
us being admitted to tho b’ar.
Another Chicago mnn has invented an
roriul machine. People will tuko despor
uto chances to get away from Chicago.
Tho conductor said to a young ladyi
“Miss, your fare.” “Well, if I am,” sho
replied, "I don’t want any of your ku,-
pertinenco.
Tradesmen in Madagascar who give
short weight are sent to prison for a year.
In this country they go to a watering place
every summer.
Coining home at two A. M., ho found
his wife dressed in deep black, and in
quired tho reason. “Mourning for my
lute husband,” she replied.
A land speculator, in describing a lake
on an estate, says: “It is so clear and so
deep that, by looking into it, yon can
see them gold digging in Australia."
“Ah, John!” she said, just before mar
riago, “I fear I’m not worthy of you.
You are such a good man.” “Never
mind, Martha, I’ll change all that after
the wedding.”
An insane tramp invaded a Tennessee
farm-house the other day and informed
tlie mistress of tho place that ho had a
divine commission to clean house for
her. He dusted.
Tho boys in a St. Louis high school,
being asked to name tho five greatest
journalists in tho United States, headed
their lists almost unanimously with the
name of a local baseball reporter.
All the world has heard of Bill Trav
ers, tho wit of Wall street. He stutters
terribly, but the stammer embellishes,
rather than detracts, from his stories. It
was Travers who silently surveyod the
Siameso Twins for a quarter of an hour,
and then said: “B-b-b-brothors, I p-p-p
--presume ?”
The odoriferous zephyr fans the twilight’s lan
guorous hush.
And the meditative heifer wallows through
tho watery slush,
And the breeze is white with blossoms,and the
air is soft as mush.
And Win summer-spouting poet pours his
cataraets of gush I
1 ~~ . . . .
A Domestic Boycott.
'‘Now that you’ve got your 10 per cent,
increase, John, you must be more liberal
with your allowance for household ex
penses. I want a new teakettle, and tho
wash boiler needs—”
“Can’t afford it, Mollie; I’m only mak
ing living wages now, and you must wait
until I can declare a dividend."
“Then you refuse to arbitrate ?”
“There’s nothing to arbitrate. I
can’t "
“Very well! I shall order a strike at
once. The kitchen fire shall be drawn
this noon, and if you dare to bring an
other woman into this house to cook as
much as a kettle of mush, I’ll smash tho
cook stove to smithereens. Come, chil
dren, wo must begin to boycott your
father immediately!”— Bouton. Itecord.
A Lesson in Pronunciation.
“My. Featherly,” said Bobby at the"
dinner table, “how do you pronounce
d-o?”
“Do, Bobby,” replied Mr. Featherly,
indulgently.
“How do you pronounce d-e-w?”
“D-U-u-ew,” and here Mr. Featherly
put on a genteel air for the benefit of
Bobby’s big sister.
“Well, then, how would you pro
nounce tho second day of the week?”
“Ycwsday,” I think.
“You’re wrong.”
“Wrong? How would you pro
nounce the second day of the week?”
“Monday."— N. Y. Times,