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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,