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®lic iihmtgotntrg JHonitor. D. C Sutton, Editor and Proprietor. KEY. IHI.TAEMAGE. THK miooKi.YJj DIVINE'S SUN* DA* SERMON. V . , Subject of Discourfio: “A Ri-oad Gos (Preached at Des J Moines, lowa,) V 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 MT. VERNON. MONTGOMERY CO.. GA„ WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13. 188 T. 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.