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THK miooKi.YJj DIVINE'S SUN*
DA* SERMON.
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Subject of Discourfio: “A Ri-oad Gos
(Preached at Des
J Moines, lowa,)
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Tfxt: -Tom,' tkonandall thy house into
thr ark.' Genesis vii., 1.
** <l° net need the Bible to prove the
Deluge. The geologist's hammer announces
jt. Sea shells and marine formations on the
top or some of the highest mountains of the
■“art,i prove that at some time the waters
wtished over the top of the Alps and the
•' nde.s. In what way the catastrophe came,
we know not; whether by the stroke of a
comet, or by flashes of lightning, changing
the air into water, or by a stroke of the hand
of God, like the stroke of the ax between the
boms of the ox, the earth staggered. To
meet the catastrophe, God ordered a great
ship built. It was to be without prow, for it
was to sail to no shore. It was to lie without
helm, for no human hand should guide it. It
was Ci vast structure, probably as large as two
or three Cunard steamers. It was the Great
Jv'istern of olden times.
The ship is done. The door is open. The
lizards crawl in. The cattle walk in. The
grasshoppers hop in. The birds fly in. The
invitation goes forth to Noah: “Como thou
«nd all thy house into the ark.” Just one hu
man family embarked on the strange voyage,
and I hear the door slant shut. A great storm
sweeps along; the hills, and bends the cedars
until all the branches snap in the gale. There
is a moan in tlie wind like unto the moan of a
•lying world. The blackness of the heavens
is shattered by T the flare of the lightnings,
that look down into the waters, and throw a
ghastliness on the face of the mountains. How
strange it looks! How suffocating the air seems!
Ihe big drops of rain plash upon the upturned
faces of those who are watching the tempest.
Crash Igo the rocks in convulsion! Boom go
the bursting heavens. The inhabitants of the
earth, instead of fleeing to house-top and
mountain-top, as men have fancied, sit down
in dumb, white horror to die. For when God
grinds mountains to pieces, and lets the ocean
slip its cable, there is no place for men to fly
to. See the ark pitch and tumble in the surf;
while from its windows the passengers look
out upon the shipwreck of a race, and the
carcasses of a dead world. Woe to the moun
tains! Woe to the sea!
lam no alarmist. When, on the 20th of
September, after the wind has for three days
been blowing from the northeast, you prophe
sy that the equinoctial storm is coming, you
•simply state a fact not to lie disputed. Neither
am 1 an alarmist when I say that a storm is
coming, compared with which Noah’s deluge
was but an April shower; and that it is the
wisest and safest for you and for me to get
safely housed for eternity. The invitation
that went forth to Noah [sounds in our ears:
“Come thou and all thy house into the ark.”
“Well, how did Noah and his family come
into the ark) Did they climb in at the win
dow. or come down the roof ? No; they went
tln ougli the door. And just so, if we get into
the ark of God’s mercy, it will be through
Christ the door. The entrance to the ark of
old must have been a very large entrance.
We know that it was from the fact that
there were monster animals in the earlier
ages; and, in order to get them into the ark
two and two, according to the Bible state
ment, the door must have been very wide and
very high. So the door into the mercy of
God is «. large door. We go in, not two by
two, but by hundreds, and by thousands, and
by millions. Yea, all the nations of the earth
ma.y go in, ten millions abreast.
The door of the ancient ark was in the side.
Bo now it is through the side of Christ—the
pierced side, the wide-open side, the heart
side —that we enter. Aha! the Roman soldier,
thrusting his spear into the Saviour's side,
■expected only to let the blood out, but he
opened the way to let all the world in. O,
what a broad Gospel to preach! If a man is
about to give an entertainment, he issues one
<>r two hundred invitations, carefully put up
and directed to the particular persons whom
he wishes to entertain. But God our Father
makes a banquet, and goes out to the front
door of heaven and stretches out his hands
over land and sea, and, with a voice that
penetrates the Hindoo jungle and the Green
land ice-castle, and Brazilian grove, and
English factory, and Amercan home,
cries out: “Come, for all things are
now ready.” It is a wide door!
The old cross has been taken apart, and its
two pieces are stood up for the door-posts, so
far apart that all the world can come in.
Kings scatter treasures on days of great re
joicing, So Christ, our King, comes and
scatters the jewels of heaven. Rowland Hill
said that he hoped to get into heaven through
the crevices of the door. But he was not
obliged thus to go in. After having preached
the gospel in Surrey Chapel, going up toward
heaven, the gate-keeper cried : “Lift up your
heads, ye everlasting gates, and let this man
come in.” The dying thief went in. Richard
Baxter and Robert Newtown went in. Europe,
Asia, Africa, North and South America may
vet go through this wide door without crowd
ing. Ho,every one!—all conditions, all ranks,all
people. Luther said that this truth was
worth carrying on one’s knees from Rome to
Jerusalem; but I think it worth carrying all
around the globe, and all around the heavens,
that “God so loved the world that He gave
His only-begotten Son, that whosoever be
lieveth in Him should not perish, but have
everlasting life.'’ Whosoever will, let him
come through the large door. Archimedes
wanted a fulcrum on which to place his lever,
and then he said that he (•■mid move the
world. Calvary is the fulcrum, and the cross
of Christ is the lever, and by that power all
nations shall yet be lifted.
Further: It is a door that swings both ways.
I do not know whether the door of the ancient
ark was lifted, or rolled on hinges: but this
door of Christ opens both ways. It swings
out toward all our woes; it swings in to
ward the raptures of heaven. It swings in to
let us in; it swings out to let our ministering
ones come out. All are one in Christ—Chris
tians on earth and saints in heaven.
‘‘One army of the living God,
At His command we bow:
Part of the host have crossed the flood.
And part crossing now."
Swing in, Oh blessed door: until all the
earth shali go in and live. Swing out until
all the heavens come forth to celebrate the
victory.
But. further, it is a door with fastenings.
The Bible says of Noah: “The Lord shut
him in.” A vessel without bulwarks or doors
would not tie a safe vessel to go in. When
Noah and his family heard the fastening of
the door of the ark. they were very glad.
Unless those doors were fastened, the first
heavy surge of the sea would have whelmed
them; ana they might as well have perished
outside the ark as inside the ark. “The Lord
shut him in.” Oh, the perfect safety of the
ark! The surf of the sea and the lightnings
of the skv mav be twisted into a garland of
snow and fire—deep to deep, storm to storm,
darkness to darkness: but once in the ark, all
is well. “God shut him in."
There comes upon the good man a deluge of
financial trouble. He had his thousands to
lend: now he cannot borrow a dollar. He
once owned a store in New York, and had
branch houses in Boston. Philadelphia and
New Orleans He owned four horses, and
employed a man to keep tho dust off Ills coach,
1 phaeton, carriage and curricle; now he h»?
u;ml work to get shoes in which to walk. The
great deep of commercial disaster was broken
i up, and fore, and aft, and across the hurri
; cane deck, tho waves struck him. But ho was
safely sheltered from the storm. “The Lord
shut him in.”A flood of domestic trouble fell ou
him. Sickness and bereavement came. The
rain pelted. The winds blew. The heavens
j are aflame. All tho gardens of earthly de
-1 light are washed away. The fountains of jov
are buried fifteen cubits deep. But, standing
by the empty crib, and in the desolate nurs
ery, and in the doleful hall, once a-ring with
merry voices, now silent forever, he cried:
“Tho Lord gave, the Lord hath taken a wav;
blessed be the name of the Lord.” “The Lord
shut him in.” All the sins of a lifetime
clamored for his overtlirow. The broken
vows, the dishonored Sabbaths, the outrage
ous profanities, the misdemeanors of twenty
years, reached up their hands to the door of
the ark to pull him out: The boundless ocean
of his siu surrounded his soul, howling like a
simoom, raving like an euroclydou. But,
lookiug out ot the window, ho saw his sins
sink like lead into the depths of the sea. The
dove of heaven brought on olive-branch to
the ark. The wrath of the billow only pushed
him toward heaven. “ The Lord shut lum in.”
Tho some door-lastenings that kept Noah in
keep the world out. lam glad to know that
when a man reaches heaven all earthly
troubles are done with him. Here ho may
have had it hard to get bread for his family;
there he will never hunger any more. Here
he may have wept bitterly; there “the Lamb
that ui the midst of the throne will lead him
I to living fountains of water, and God will
; wijk) away all tears from his eyes.” Hero he
may have hard work to get a house; but in my
Father's liouso are many mansions, and rent
• day never comes. Here there are death-beds,and
I colfins, and graves; there no sickness, no
weary watching, no choking cough, no con
suming fever, no chattering chill, no tolling
bell, no grave. The sorrows of life shall come
up and kuock at the door, but no admittance.
The pei-plexities of life shall come ui> and
knock on the door, but no admittance. Safe
forever! All tho agony of earth in one wave
dashiug against the bulwarks of the ship of
celestial light shall not break them down.
Howl on, ye winds, and rage, ye seas! The
Lord—“the Lord shut him in.”
O, what a grand old door ! so wide, so
easily swung both ways, and with such sure
fastenings. No burglars key can pick tliat
i lock. No swarthy arm of hell can shove back
J the bolt. I rejoice that Ido not ask you to
1 come aboard a crazy craft with leaking hulk,
1 and broken helm, and unfastened door; but
i an ark fifty cubits wide, and three hundred
cubits long, and a door so large that the
round earth, without grazing the posts, might
be bowled in.
Now, if the ark of Christ is so grand a place
in which to live, and die, and triumph, come
into the ark. Know well that the door that
shut Noah in shut the world out; and though,
when the pitiless storm came pelting on their
heads, they lieat upon the door, saying:
“Let me in! let me in!” the door did not open.
For 120 years they were invited. They ex
pected to come in; but the Antediluvians
said: ‘‘YVe must cultivate these fields
we must be worth more flocks of
sheep and herds of cattle; wo will wait
until we get a little older; we will enjoy om
old farm a little longer." But meanwhile
the storm was brewing. Tho fountains of
heaven were filling up. The pry was being
placed beneath tho foundations of the great
deep. The last year had come, the last month,
the last week, the last day, the last hour, tho
last moment. In an awful dash, an ocean
dropped from the sky, anil another rolled up
from beneath; and God rolled the earth and
sky into one wave of universal destruction.
Bo men now put off going into the ark.
They say they will wuit twenty years first.
They wiil have a little longer tune with their
worldly associates. They will wait until they
get older. They say: “You cannot expect a
man of my attainments and of my position to
surrender myself just now. But before the
storm comes, I will go in. Yes, I will. I
know what lam about. Trust me.” After
awhile, one night about twelve o’clock, going
home, he passes a scaffolding as a gust of wind
strikes it, and a plank falls. Death! and outside
the ark! Or,riding in the nark,a reckless vehicle
crashes into him, and his horse becomes un
manageable, and he shouts, “ Whoa! Whoa!”
and takes another twist in the reins, and
plants his feet against the dash-board, and
pulls back. But no use. It is not so much
down the avenue that he flies as on the way
to eternity. Out of the wreck of the crash
his body is drawn, but his soul is
not picked up. It fled behind a
swifter courser into the great future.
Dead! and outside the ark! Or, some
night, he wakes up with a distress that
momentarily increase's, until he shrieks out
with pain. The doctors come in, and they
§ive him twenty drops, fifty drops, sixty
rops, but no relief. No time for prayer. No
time to read one of the promises. No time to
get a single sin pardoned. The whole house
is aroused in alarm. The children scream.
The wife faints. The pulses fail. Tho heart
stops. The soul flies. Oh, my God! dead!
and outside the ark!
I have no doubt that derision kept many
people out of the ark. The world laughed to
see a man go in, and said: “Here is a man
starting for the ark. Why, there will be no
deluge. If there is one, that miserable ship
will not weather it. Aha! going into the ark!
Well, that is too good to keep. Here, fellows,
have you heard tne news? This man is going
into the ark.” Under this artillery of scorn
the man’s good resolution perished.
And so there are hundreds kept out by the
fear of derision. The young man asks him
self: “What would they sav at the store to
morrow morning, if I should become a Chris
tian? When Igo down to the club-house they
w-oukl shout: “Here conies that new Chris
tian. Suppose you are praying now. Get
down on your knees and let us hear you pray.
Come, now, give us a touch. Will not do it,
eh! Pretty Christian you are.’ ” Is it notthe
fear of being laughed at that, keeps you out of
the kingdom of God! YVhich of thesescomers j
will kelp you at the last? When you lie down
on a dying pillow, which of them will lie
there? In the day of eternity, will they bail
you out?
My friends and neighbors, come in right
away. Come in through Christ, the wide
door—the door that swings out toward you.
Come in, and be saved. Come and be happy.
“The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.” Room
in the ark! Room in the ark!
But do not come alone. The text invites
you to bring your family. “Come thou and
all thou house.” That means your wife and
your children. You cannot drive them in.
if Noah hail tried to drive the pigeons and
the doves into the ark, he would only have
scattered them. Some parents are not wise
about these things. They make iron Jules about
Sabbaths, and they force the catechism down
the throat, as they wouid hold thechild's nose
and force down a dose of rhubarb and calomel.
You cannot drive your children into the ark.
You can draw your children to Christ, but
you cannot coerce them. The cross was
lifted, not to drive, but to draw. “If Ibe
lifted up I will draw all men unto me.” As
the sun draws up the drops of morning dew,
so the Sun of Righteousness exhales the tears
of repentance.
“Come thou and all thy house into the ark.”
Be sure that you bring your husband and
wife with you How would Noah have felt
if, when he heard the rain pattering on the
roof of the ark, he knew that his wife was
outside in the storm ? No: she went with
him. And yet some of you are on the ship
“outward bound" for heaven, but your com
panion is unsheltered. You remember when
the marriage-ring was set Nothing has yet.
been able to break it. Sickness cam-., ano
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the linger shrank, but the ring staid on.
twain stood alone above a child's grave,
the dark mouth of the tomb swallowed up a
thousand hopes ; but tho ring dropped not
into the open grave. Days of poverty came,
and tho hand did many a hard day’s work ;
but the rubbing of the work against the
ring only made it shine brighter. .Shall that
ring ever lie lost! Will the iron clang of the
sepulchre-gate crush it forever? I pray God
that you who have lieen marred on earth may
bo together in heaven. ()h! by the quiet bliss
of your earthly home; by the babe’s cradle;
by all the vows of that day when you started
life together, l beg you to see to it that you
both get into the ark.
Come in, and bring your wife or your hus
band with you—not by fretting about re
ligion, or ding-donging them about religion,
but by a consistent life, and by a compeling
prayer that shall bring the throne of Goa
down into your bedroom. Better live in the
smallest, house in Brooklyn and get into heaven
than live fifty years in the finest, house on
Madison Square, and wake up at last, and
find that one of you. for all eternity, is out
side the ark. Go homo to-night; lock the
door of your room; take tip tho Bible and
read it together, and then kneel down and
commend your souls to Him who lias watched
you all these years; and, before you rise,
there will be a fluttering of wings over your
head, angel crying to angel: “Behold they
pray!”
But this does not include all your family.
Bring the children too. God bless the dear
children! What would our homes bo with
out them? We may have done much for
them. They have done more for us. What
a salve for a wounded heart there is in the soft
palm of a child’s hand! Did harp or flute
ever have such music as there is in a child’s
“good-night?” From our coarse, rough life, the
angola of God aro often driven back; but who
comes into the nursery without feeling that
angels are hovering around? They who die
in infancy go into glory, but you are expect
ing your children to grow up in this world.
Is it not a question, thou, that rings through
all the corridors, and windings, and heights,
and depths of your soul, what is to be
come of your sons and daughters for time
and for eternity. “O!” you say, “I mean
to see that they have good manners." Very well.
“1 mean to dress them well, if I have myself to
go shabby.” Very good. “1 shall give them on
education, and I shall leave them a fortune.”
Very well But is that all? Don’t you mean
to take them into the ark? Don’t, you know
that the storm is coming, and that out of
Ciirist there is no safety? no pardon? no hope?
no heaven?
How to get them in? Go in yourself. If
Noah had staid out, do you not suppose that
his sons, Shorn, Ham, and Japhet, would have
staid out! Your sons and daughters will be
apt to do just as you do. Reject Christ your
self, and the probability is that your children
will reject Him.
An aocouut was taken of the religious con
dition of families in a certain district. In the
families of pious parents, two thirds of the
children were Christians. In the families
where tho parents were ungodly, only one
twelfth of the children were Christians. Re
s|>onsihlo us you are for their temporal exist
ence, you are also responsible for their eter
nity. Which way will you take thorn? Out
into the deluge, or into the ark? Have you
ever made one earnest prayer for their im
mortal souls? Wliat will you say in the
judgment when God asks: “Whereis George,
or Henry, or Frank, or Mary, or Anna?
Where are those precious souls whose inter
ests I committed into your hands?”
A dying son said to his father: “Father,
you gave me an education, and good man
ners, and everything that the world could do
forme; but, father, you never told ine how
to die, and now my soul is going out in the
darkness.”
Go home and erect a family altar. You
may break down in your prayer. But never
mind, God Will take what you mean, whether
you express it intelligibly or not. Bring all
your house into the arK. Is there one son
whom you have given up! Is he so dissipated
that you have stopped counselling and pray
ing? Give him up! How dare you give him up?
Did God ever give thee up! Whilst thou hast u
single articulation of sjieech loft, cease not to
pray for the return of that prodigal. He
may even now be standing on the beach at
Hong Kong or Madras, meditating a return
to his father's house. Give him up ? Never
give him up. Has God promised to hear thy
prayer only to mock thee? It is not too late.
In St. Raul’s, London, there is a whispering
gallery. A voice uttered most feebly at one
side of the gallery is heard distinctly at the
opposite side, a great distance off. So, every
word of earnest prayer goes all around the
earth, and makes heaven a whispering
gullery. Go into the ark—not to sit down,
but to stand in the door, and call until all
the family come in. Aged Noah, where is
Japhet? David, where is Absalom? Hannah,
where is Samuel? Bring them in through
Christ the door. Would it not he pleasant to
spend eternity with our families? Gladder
than Christmas or Thanksgiving festival will
be the reunion, if we get all our family into
the ark. Which of them can we spare out of
heaven?
On one of the late steamers there were a
father and two daughters journeying. They
seemed extremely |zior. A benevolent gentle
man step|s-d up to the poor man to proffer
some form of relief, and said: “You seem
to be very poor, sir.” “Boor, sir,” replied the
man, “if there’s a poorer man than
me a troubling the world, God pity
both of us!” “1 will take one of
your children, and adopt it, if you
say so. 1 think it would be a great relief to
you.” “A what?” said the poor man. “A
relief.” “Would it be a relief to have the
hands chopped off from the body, or the heart
torn from the breast? A relief, indeed! God
be good to us! What do you mean, sir?”
However children we may have, we
have none to give up. Which of our fami
lies can we afford to spare out of heaven?
Come, father! Come, mother! Co me, son!
Come,daughter! Come,brother! Come,sister!
Only one step, and we are in. ?;hrist, tho door,
swings out to admit us; and it is not the
hoarseness of a stormy blast that you hear,
but the voice of a loving and patient God
that addresses you, saying: “Come thou and
all thy house into the ark.”
And there may the Lord shut us in.
A woman who keeps a boarding house
on Lamed street called at police head
quarters yesterday, to complain that a
gentleman boarder had skipped her
house, leaving a hill unpaid.
“He owes me about, forty dollars and
I want him caught,” she added.
“What kind of a person was ho?”
asked the Sergeant.
“Well, the day before he went a wav
he offered to marry me to settle the bill. 1
You can judge what cheek he has.”
“And you refused ?”
“Yes—no—no, I didn’t 1” she ex
claimed, an she blushed clear back to
her ears, “ft was all settled that we
should be married, and that’s one reason
why T’ll pursue hirn to the ends of the
earth. A man who’ll jump a board bill
and a marriage engagement, too, is an
outlaw who should be locked up.”—De
troit Free Preen.
The man who tries to please himself
has an easier time than he who tries to
please everybody.
“SUB DEO FACIO FORTITER.”
“COME BACK, DEAR DAYS."
< ’em* back, dear days, from odt the pnstS
.... I s<h> your gentle ghost, arise,
You look at. me with mournful eyes,
\nd then the night grows vague and vast -.
You have gone hack to Paradise.
Why did yon fleet away, dear days?
You were so welcome when you carnu
The morning skies were nil aflame,
The birds sang matins in your praise,
All else of life you put to shame.
Did I not honor you aright,
/, who but lived to see you shine,
Who felt your very pain divine,
Thanked God and warmed me in your light,
Or quaffed your ti ars as they were wine?
What wooed you to these stranger skies, —
What love more fond, what dream more
fair,
YY'luit music whispered in the air?
'Vh.it soft delight of smiles and sighs
Enchanted y ou from otherwhere?
You left no pledges when you went:
The years since then are bleak and cold, —
No bursting buds the Junes unfold.
While you were here my all 1 spout;
Now I am poor, and sad. and old.
—Louise Chandler Moulton, in Atlantic.
A WORLD OF SEEMING.
It is a world of seeming;
The changeless moon seems changing
over,
The siui sets daily, but sets nover
So near the stars and yet so far:
■So small they soem, so large they are!
It, is a world of seeming.
And so it, seems that she is dead;
Yet so seems only, for, instead,
Her life is just begun, and this—
Is but an empty chrysalis;
Y\ bile she, unseen to mortal eyes,
Now wins her way in brighter skins —
Beyond this world of seeming.
11. I. /Hood , in the Century.
PROFESSOR HENRI.
BY WII.I, M. ChKMKNS.
lie was a little short man with flushed
face and hazel eyes. There were streaks
of silver in his bushy hair, in his mus
tache and in his goalee. Ilis wife, a re
fined and handsome woman, moved in
the best circles of society in the town in
which they lived, a growing city in the
western part of New York State. Ilcnri
himself was not a society man. The
Vast contrast m looks, character and habit
that existed between Professor Henri and
his charming wife led to many curious
remarks among their acquaintances.
Henri was quiet ami morbid; Mrs. Henri
was vivacious and full, of life. Ilcnri
was a man of domestic tastes, while Mrs.
Ilcnri was :i leader in social affairs. They
were as unlike as Hie thistle and the rose.
A short acquaintance with Professor
Ilcnri and his wife led me to inquire
into the manner of their courtship, why
they were married and when. It is not
a long story, but one of unusual interest.
I break no breach of confidence in tell
ing the story to such of my friends as de
sire to hear it.
When still a very young man Prof.
Ilcnri was an accomplished musician.
Rich men sought, his services and he num
bered his music pupils by the score. At
that time he was the sole and only profes
sor of music: in all the country for fifty
miles around. Not far from his place of
residence say six miles to the westward
—lay a small village nestled among the
hills beyond the reach of the locomotive
and the noise and smoke of the factory.
It was a lumber town. Nearly every man
who lived there was a lumberman, rough,
uncouth and unlearned. Art and science
were strangers to this Village of Basher
villc save in the dwelling of one man.
Old Ezra Teenier was the richest man in
the hamlet and by all odds the leading
citizen. The town was his, as were flic:
huge forests on the neighboring hills.
Even the uncouth lumbermen were to a
certain extent his property. He was
their king. Pretty Elsie Teenier, just
going Ilf, was old Ezra Tcemer’s only
(laughter, lie worshiped her as father
never worshiped child before. Her every
wish wasgral ilied.arid when one day pretty
Elsie hinted that she would like a course
of lessons in music: the old man said
“yes,” which was sufficient. The stage the
very next day lumbered up I o file! Teemer’s
house and Prof. Henri alighted. He was
young, good looking, a fine musician and
a model youth in many respects. Old
Teemer hacl dispatched a messenger tor
him, and he was to visit Bashervillc; once
each week.
No sooner did the populace discover
his profession and his weekly mission
than lie: became the lion of the'lay. More
than that, Henri became the: craze.
While he taught Miss Elsie the rudiments
of musical art a crowd of lumbermen
gathered without and drank in the music;
that floated out upon the air. They went
away filled with wonder ancl amazement,
and each succeeding week they brought
their fellows, until the young professor’s
audiences were large ancl appreciative.
At, the conclusion of his playing they
would cheer vociferously, and the air re
sounded with applause. One evening old
Teemer invited the crowd into the house.
They swarmed into the parlor, where
Henri was seated at the piano, willing
ancl w-aiting to favor them with an instru
mental solo. They crowded about him,
peered over his shoulder, ancl made, him
ill at ease. Old Teemer, seated in a large
arm-chair in the cornet of the room, re
marked in commanding tones to the pro
fessor :
“Fire away!”
Henri ran his fingers over the keys and
began a slow march from Verdi. He had
scarcely commenced before a dozen voices
Bounded in his ears:
‘‘Can't yer play munniemusk?”
“Play iumthin’ lively. 1 ’
“Now play us u tune."
Henri was bewildered and stopped.
Then he recovered his composure and be
gan one of Beethoven’s grandest sonatas.
How his fingers flashed from key to key.
How the old piano gave forth the echo of
a master's composition. How Henri
struggled. It was a difficult undertak
ing, but the Professor worked manfully
and rendered the music- with remarkable
accuracy. The rough lumbermen stood
about with open mouths apparently.
“ Waitin’ till he gits through prac
ticin', ” as one of the broad-shouldered
fellows remarked.
In the corner of the room old Ezra
Teenier lmd fallen asleep and his white
head was nodding, sadly out of tune
with the music from Prof. Henri’s trim
ble fingers. Onward struggled Henri.
Page after page of a master’s composi
tion and only half finished. He did not
despair. Unmindful of the lack of ap
preciation, I might say unaware, lie
worked and toiled. Ilis body swayed to
ancl fro, and heads of perspiration stood
upon his forehead. Almost completed, a
few more notes, another page, a wild,
frantici sweep of the keyboard, and he
was done.
“He looked around him, and the
leader of the crowd behind him said :
“ Bin tryin’ to make up a piece of yer
own as yc went, hey?”
In blank despair, with his heart filled
with remorse, Prof. Henri turned to Papa
Teemer for consolation. The old man
sat rubbing his eyes, having just awak
ened front his sleep. Looking Henri
squarely in the face, ho said;
“ Now, play something.”
“Yes, play something, came the lum
berman’s chorus, ami they suggested
“Old Dog Tray,” “Yankee Doodle,”
“Where Was Moses When the Light
Went Out?” and “Jordan is a Hurd
Road to Travel.” Henri was such a fin
ished musician that music of this char
acter was unfamiliar to him, yet he made
a plucky attempt- and failed.
The crowd dispersed disappointed.
Old Ezra Teemer was disgusted.
Prof. Henri was heart-broken. He had
placed all his hopes in the old man, and
now his idol was shattered. Pretty El
sie alone clung to him. It is needless
for me to tell you that they were in love.
From the moment he had set eyes on her
Henri had adored her, and she loved him
in return. But Papa Teemer was yet to
be won, and when Ilcnri returned home
that night with Teemer’s hired man he
was perplexed. The next morning he
sought the music stores, the bookstores,
and wherever music was for sule. He
purchased a score of productions of the
“Yankee Doodle” and “Monnio Musk”
school, and hastened hack to his room.
For a week lie practised diligently, and
when he next visited Bashervillc, he
could play In perfection all the popular
airs, from “Old Dog ’Fray” to “Johnnie
(,’cniic-s Marching Dome.”
The next music-ale at the: Teemer man
sion was a decided success. The: villagers
were delighted. ’File music pleased old
Teemer, too, but the delight of Iris men
plensed him more. From that duy all
Bashervillc bowed at the: feet of Henri.
Teemer looked upon him with pride, and
when the young musician asked for the
hand of pretty Elsie there was not a <Jis
Meriting voice. Even Elsie herself was
willing. And that is t,hc: story of Prof.
Henri’s courtship. Detroit Free /‘reus.
French Industry and Economy.
Frederick Douglass says in a letter to
the Boston Courier: The French people
seem to be as busy as bees in a hive. In
dustry, active, earnest and persistent, is
(lie rule. A striking feature: of this in
dustry is found in the: fact that persons
of all ages ancl both sexes—gray-haired
men and gray-haired women, wrinkled
not only by age but by toil—are seen in
Paris in a larger proportion than else
where, all alike engaged in some indus
trial avocation. Women in the humbler
walks of life seem in Franca: a more gen
eral helpmeet than in the United .States.
Many French women are surprisingly
hale: and strong. In Paris woman is
everywhere a toiler as much as a man. If
a burden is to be borne she is there to
share the burden. If a handcart is to be
drawn she: is harnessed with a man and
supplies her full share cif the: strength to
draw the vehicle.
The: union of men and women in the
struggle for honest livelihood has a moral
as well as material significance. It not
only accounts for the fact that this people
usually have cash on hand, but it is the
cause of results still more important and
precious, for out of this mutuality and
interdependence in bearing the burdens
of life spring honorable social and domes
tic: relations. Even among the humblest
and poorest classes in Paris, the family is
an institution of ideal sac-redness, ft may
be true that, the French have no name tor
home, but it is not true that the real
thing that constitutes home; does not ex
ist France. A French hemic- is a real
home—a prized home. This union of
effort of which I have spoken tells of
husband ancl wife, of parent ancl child,
of love ancl affection. It, tells of willing
sacrifice of individual ease for the im
provement of the conditions of existence
for all. No people who thus love- one: an
other, and who thus labor together, can
justly be regarded as given over to de
struction.
But industry is not the only strong
point in the lives of the Parisians. There
Is here a wholesome spirit of wise econ
omy, from which we in America might
well take a lesson. Nothing here that
ran be made valuable or useful to man
is permitted to go to waste. There is
economy in the use of time, space and
everything else. Many boys ancl girls
wear wooden shoe®. Rags, bones, candle
ends, bits of meat, fragments of paper,
are all saved and turned to account in one
way or another. There is especial econ
omy and care in the use of fuel.
The newest craze iti New York L'ity i >
for white furniture.
VOL. 11. NO. li.
SOLITUDE.
Not in the deepest tangles of the wood,
The turtle s haunt, the timid squirrel's lair:
Not on tho ocean beaches, rough and bare
With never-ending battles, unsubdued
In war of winds and waters hoar and rude;
Not in the mountain passes, where the air
Solis low, and life is like a long despair—
Thy home is not in these, O Solitudel
But in tho busy concourse, long and loud,
Where not one pulse of human sympathy
Boats through the grasping spirits of the
crowd —
Where ouch is rapt in snatching greedily
His brothers portion —’neath a shallow
shroud,
Wo know thy truest haunt and weep for
thee.
—Arthur L. Salmon, in Chamber s’* Journal.
IHMOU OF THE DAY.
An unsteady man, like an unsteady
light, is apt to go out nights. —Burlmqton
Free Pi'etn.
No true musician will verbally ask a
girl to marry him. He will propose by
note.— Mcrc/uint Traveler
“Where is the ideal wife?” asks a
prominent lecturer. In the cellar split
ting kindling, most likely.- — Philadelphia
GcM.
“They never throw anything away in
New England,” T. 11. Aldrich said to ma
one day; “they always put it up in .tha
attic.”— St. Nicholas.
There is a man in Cedar Rapids that
has such a weak and bony horse that
when it lies down he has to give it bak
ing powder in order to have it rise.—
Electric Lujht.
“What’s the difference between a piano
and a gun, Cliurley?” asked a young wife
of her non-musical husband. “A gun
kills the quickest, that’s all,” was the
staccato response.— Danville /Irene.
AN EARI.Y SPRING POEM.
Id the sprig tho yon bad’s cds ho f requently
proamidcos ed,
For the sprig is just the tit»e for idfluedza of
tho head.
—Life.
A new volume just issued is entitled
“The Anatomy of Money.” We trust an
entire chapter is devoted to the vocal
organs, to show how and why it is that
money talks and what it says.—Philadel
phia Press.
“It strikes me,” said a eity and county
hall man yesterday, “that we do not
want any war with Canada. When wa
were drafted in 1861-4 we knew where
to go, hut in case of trouble with Canada
where could we go?”— Buffalo Courier.
There are 18,000 operatives engaged in
the collur and cuff trade at Troy, N. Y.,
at a pay-roll expense of if?,000,000 a year,
and in spite of this no one of them haa
succeeded in turning out a collar that
won’t saw its wearer’s cars after the third
laundry visit.— Tid-Bit>.
Oh, softly the lover did lute on his lute,
Neath the pule gentle light of the moon.
Hut he swiftly turned and tiegun to scoot
When he noticed the dangerous, large-sized
i>oot
Os the man who came too soon.
Alas, too soon.
— Merchant- Traveler
A Bed of Adders.
Mrs. Allen Cushing, who, with her hus
band, has been engaged in missionary
work in Burmah for many years, in ad
dressing the Foreign Missionary Union at
the anniversary meeting, told the follow
ing incident of life in that wild coun
try: “We had been traveling through
the count ry away from any sett lement for
several days,” she said, “and one after
noon, when it was uiiadvisable to pro
ceed further that day, feeling very tired
I threw a blanket upon a pile of dead
leaves and lay down to have a quiet nap.
I had hardly closed my eyes when, feeling
sometliing crawling on me, I looked to
find with horror that it was a deadly
brown adder. The reptile was nearly five
feet long, and he was sliding slowly across
me. To move or cry out would have been
instant death, so 1 determined to lie per
fectly still and pretend to be without life.
Closing my eyes and holding my breath I
waited until the adder crawled slowly
along and over my face. His cold, slimy
body in touching my face produced such
a sensation that it was nearly more than I
could do to remain passive,- but I man
aged to do so until the reptile had gotten
away some distance, and then I jumped
up and screamed just like a woman. The
coolies and my husband ran to my assist
ance, and when they stirred up the
leaves on which I had made my bed ad
ders came squirming out in all directions.
It seems that I had laid myself directly
on a nest of them.”— Philadelphia Bulle
tin.
140 Elephants Captured at Once.
Mr. Sanderson, Superintendent of
Government Kheddahs, succeeded on the
!4th in capturing an immense herd of
elephants, numbering no fewer than 140.
This is the largest capture on record, and
represents, it is estimated, about a lakh
of rupees. The scene of the capture is
only six miles from the Tura headquar
ters station of the Garo hills. The stock
ade in which the elephants are enclosed
is immensely strong, but is being further
strengthened against pressure of so many
powerful animals by being packed up
with powerful timber supports, while an
extra stockade is being prepared into
which some of the elephants may be ad
mitted before the tying up process with
tame elephants commences.
The main stockade is literally tightly
packed with elephants of all sizes.
Colonel Graham Smith, Commissary-
General, who is paying an official visit to
the Kheddahs, was, with Mrs. Graham
Smith, fortunate enough to be present at
this most exciting capture, and to wit
ness a scene unequaled in Kheddah
operations. Unfortunately, during the
drive, one elephant, breaking back, es
caped, and in doing so killed one of ftie
hunters.— Calcutta Englishman.