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D. G. Sutton, Editor and Proprietor.
.-•[any California women cultivate fruit
farms. They c;ut do much of the work,
such as picking, packing, making raiei&s
ami canning suit. Cryst&lieed figs and
apricots arc the produets of woman’s la
bor. as well as Allies, jams and marma
lades, which are sent all over the world.
T)i\idwood claims to be the greatest
Chinese town in the country. The
Mongols have drowned out opposition ia
she washes business, they compete suc
cessfully in the silk, tea and other lines,
run restaurants, raise pigs and chickens
and patronize opium dens and joss houses.
The pronunciation of geographical
names changes according to fashion, it
often seems. Sometimes the spelling is
varied. The last important change is
a new spelling in Japan which places
yo in place of to. Tokio has now be
come Tok.y'o; Kioto, Kyoto; Hiogo,
Hyogo, etc. Familiar names look new.
The German government is not apt to
“go oil at half cock” in its military ex
penditures, and hence the announcement
that it has paid an inventor $200,000 for
a steering apparatus for balloons is a rea
sonable guarantee that a practical device
2m been thought out finally by which the
chief obstacle to aerial navigation has been
overcome.
Nebraska reports a remarkable case of
long delay in bringing a murderer to the
gallows. The crime was committed fif
teen years ago, but' the body was not
found for over a year, and it was ten
years before the murderer was arrested.
Four years of the law’s delay followed,
the accused being three times sentenced
to be hanged. Now tho Governor has
signed the death warrant, and the doomed
man has apparently no further cliancc of
escape.
The United States Ordnance Depart
ment. has been making some computa
tions of the weight of the equipment that
a soldier is required to carry which
show that when the soldier is equipped
with rod, bayonet, rifle and cartridge
belt, three day’s cooked rations, 100
rounds of ball cartridges nnd “kit” of
clothing he carries a total weight of 53
pounds 2.58 ounces. With Springfield
rifle, bayonet, scabbard, cartridge boxes
and leather belt, clothing and ammuni
tion, etc., the load is 54 pounds
1.84 ounces, and with Springfield rifle,
bayonet, scabbard, cartridge belt, cloth
ing, ammunition, etc., the weight is 53
pounds, 15.90 ounces.
The coming woman has come. She is
here—that is, she is in Boston, and the
Record has found her and interviewed her
on the house-cleaning question. “I nev
er clean house,” says Mrs. B.; “I used to
read a great deal about the beauties of
never cleaning house, and about five
years ago I determined to leave off my
annual tornado and I accomplished it.
My brother, who boards with us, says
that I must he cither a very tidy or a
very untidy person, he can’t decide
which. One thing I know, my bouse is
never torn to pieces and I never go
around looking like the Witch of Endor.
I take one room to pieces at a time, and
sometimes I only take half a room at a
time.
The unfailing nnd never misleading
barometer of commercial prosperity is
the iron trade, and particularly that all
important feature of it, steel rails. A
survey of the whole area of production
reveals a condition of activity which is
actually unprecedented. A careful in
quiry shows that for the current year 21,-
347 miles of new railroad track are pro
jected, of which the laying of over
15,000 miles is assured. Os old track,
no less than 18,000 miles will be relaid.
This gigantic construction will require
3,250,000 tons of steel rails, and it is
easy to infer from these facts what, for
the ensuing twelve months, will be tho
general condition, North and South, of
the iron trade.
The newest feature of social life in the
extreme West is “tamale’ - parties. The
“tamale” is a Mexican invention. The
eatable portion is composed of coarsely
hashed chicken and a sort of dressing
made of corn-meal, raisins, pepper and
olives. A small quantity of this mixture
-enough to make a roll about the size of
an ordinary ear of Indian corn—is then
covered with corn-meal batter and rolled
up in clean corn shucks. The shucks are
firmly tied at each end, and the tamale
then looks like a big ear of corn in the
hu-k. A quantity of- tamales so con
structed are then put into a kettle and
Imiled. When done it will be found that
. on opening out the corn-husks the tamale
i*. enveloped in a corn-meal crust and
looks like a small pudding boiled in a
1 ag. Most Americans like the dish from
the start. When properly made it is very
appetizing.
MT. VERNON, MONTGOMERY CO., GA„ WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8. 1887.
REV. DU. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN PASTOR'S StJN.
DAY suit MON
Subject: “ From Tivolvo to Tlirco
O'clock.”
Text: "WafcAman, what of the flight
—lsainh xxi., 2.
AVlien night came dctVvit on Babylon, Nine
veh, nnd Jerusalem, they needed iwe fid
watching, otherwise the iu.etnliftpy's torch
might have lieep thrust into the very heart
of the metropolitan splendor; or enemies,
marching from the hills, might have forced
the gates. All night long, on top cf the wall
and in front of the gates-, might be hoard tho
measured stop of the watchman on his soli
tary tee*; silence hung in the air, save as
some passer-by raised the question: “Watch
man, what of the night ?”
Itistomo a deeply suggestive' and solemn
thing to see a man standing guard by night.
It thrilled through me, as at tho gate of an
arsenal in Charleston, tho question oneo
smote me: “Who conies there?” followed
by tho sharp command: “ Advance and give
tho countersign.” Every moral teacher
stands on picket, or patents tliß Wall as
watchman. His Work is td sound the alarm;
and whether It be in the first watch, in the
second watch, in the third watch, or in the
fourth watch,to be vigilnnt until the daybreak
flings its “morning glories” of blooming
cloud across the arching trellis of the sky.
The ancients divided their night into four
parts—the first watch, from six to nine; the
second, from nine to twelve; thG third, from
twelve to three; and the fourth, from three
to six.
I spook now of tlio city ih tho third Watch,
or from twelve to three O'clock, at that sea
son of the year when the days and nights are
about equal.
I never weary looking upon tho life and
brilliancy of tho city in (he first watch. That
is the hour when Hie stores are closing. Tho
laboring iiien, having quitted tho scaffolding
and the shop, are on their way home. It
rejoices me to give them my seat in the City
car. They have stood and Hammered ft way
all day. Their feet am Weary. They are ex
hausted with the tilg Os work. They are
mostly cheerful., \V it K appetites sharpened on
tho swift turner’s wheel and the carpenter’s
whetstone, they seek tho evening meal. The
clerks, too, have broken away from the
counter, and with brain weary of the long
line of figures, and the whims of those who go
a-shopping seek the face of mother, or Wifi
and child. The merchants are liiihaimessing
themselves front, their anxieties on their way
up tho sti'ect. The bovs t hat lock up are
heaving away at tho shutters, shoving the
heavy bolts, and if it bo winter taking a last
look at the tiro to seo that all is safe. Tho
streets are thronged with young men, setting
out from the great centers of bargain
making.
Let idlers clear the street and give right of
way to tho bes weated artisans and merchants.
They have earned their bread, and are now
oil their way home to got it.
The lights in full jet liang Over 10,000 even
ing repasts -tho parents at either end of the
table, the children between. Thank God,
“who setteth the solitary in families.”
A few hours later anil all the places of
amusement, good and bad, are in t\M tide.
Lovers of art, catalogue in hand, stroll
through the galleries an 1 discuss the pictures.
The ballroom is resplendent with the rich ap
parel of those who,on either side of the white,
glistening boards, await the signal from the
orchestra. The footlights of the theatre flash
up; the tell rings, and the curtain rises; and
out from l he ; orgeousscenery ghdothe actors,
greeted with the Vociferation of the expo-tunt
multitudes. Concert-halls are lifted into en
chantment with the warb'e of one songstress,
or swept out on n sea of tumultuous feeling
by tho blast of brazen instruments. Draw
ing-rooms are filled with oil gracefulness of
apparel, with all sweetness of sound, withal!
splendor of manner; mirrors are catching up
and multiplying t he scene, until it seems as if
in infinite corridors there were garlanded
groups advancing and retreating.
The outdoor alt rings with laughter, and
with the moving to and fro of thousands on
tho great promenades. The dashing span
ad rip with the foam of the long country ride,
rashes past as you halt at tho curb-stone.
Mirth, revelry, beauty, fashion, magnifi
cence mingle in the great metropolitan pic
ture, until the thinking man goes home to
think more seriously, and the praying man
to pray more earnestly.
A beautiful and overwhelming thing is the
city in the first and second watches of the
night.
But the clock strikes twelve, and the third
watch Ims begun.
The thunder of the city has rolled out of the
air. The slightest sounds cut the night with
such distinction as to attract your attention.
The tinkling of the bell of the street car in
the distance, and the haying of the dog. The
stamp of a hors-: in the next street. The
slamming of a saloon door. The hiccough of
tho drunkard. Tho shrieks of the stoam
whistln fivo miles away. Oh, how suggestive,
my friends, the third watch of the night!
There are honest men passing up and down
the street. Here is a city missionary who has
teen carrying a scuttle of coal to that poor
family in that dark place. Here is an under
taker going up the steps of a building from
which there < owes a bitter cry which indicates
that the dcs roying angel has smitten the
first-born. H»re is a minister of religion who
has teen giving tho sacrament toadying
Christian Here is a physician passing along
in great haste, the messenger a few steps
ahead, hurrying on to the household.
Nearly ail the lights have gone out in the
dwellings, for it is the third watch of the
night. That light in the window is the light
of the watcher, for the medicines mast be ad
ministered, and tho fever must be watched
and the restless tossing off of the coverlid
must be resisted, and the ice must be kept on
the hot temples, anil t lie perpetual prayer
must go up from hearts soon to be broken.
O, the third watch of the night! What a
Stupendous thought—a whole city at rest!
Weary arm preparing for to-morrow's toil.
Hot brain being cooled off. Rigid muscles
relaxed. Excited nerves soothed. The white
hair of the octogenarian in (hin drifts across
the pillow, fre-h fall of flakes on snow already
fallen. Childhood with its dimpled hands
thrown out on the pillow and with every
breuth taking in a new store of fun and
frolic. Third watch of the night! God’s
slumberless eye will look. Let one great wave
of refreshing uniter roll over the heart of
the great town, submerging care, and anx
iety. and worrimerit, and pain.
Let the cit v sleep. But, my fr! »ls. be not
deceived. There will be thousands to-night
who will not sleep at all. Go up that dark
alley, and be cautious where you tread, lest
you fall over tho prostrate form of a drunk
ard lying on Ids own doorstep. Look about
you, lest you feel the garrotcr’a hug. Look
through tho broken window-pane, and see
what you can scs- You say: “Nothing.”
Then listen. What is it ? “ God
help us !” No footlights, but tragedy
ghastlier and mightier than Riston or
Edwin Booth ever enacted. No light, no
fire, no broad, no hope. If it be winter,
shivering in th f - cold, and they have
food for twenty four hours. You say: “Why
don’t they teg?” 7 hey do, but they get
nothing. You sav: “AA hy don’t they
deliver themselves over to the almshouse?
Ah ! you would not a-!: that if you ever heard
the bitter cry of a man or a child when told
he must go to the aim*.iou.se.
“SUB DEO FACIO FORTITER.”
"Oh,' you say, Yury are vicious poor, and.
therefore, they do not deserve our m pithy.”
Are they visions? So inuch more need t hey
yoilk pity. Tho Christian poor, God helps
them. Through their night there twinkles
the round, merry star of hope, and through
the broken window-pane they seo the crys
tals of heaven; but tho vicious poor, they
are more to be pitted. Their last light has
gone out. Yon excuse yourself from helping
them by saying they are so bad, the.i brought
this trouble on themselves-. 1 reply, where
I give ten pravers lor the innocent who are
Suffering l will give t wenty prayers for tho
guilty « ho are siiflVHng.
THU fiShertnan, when he Sens a vessel dash
ing into the breakers, comes out from his hut
and wraps tho warmest flannels around those
who are nidst chill d mid most bruised and
most, battered in the Wreck; nnd I want you
td know that these vicious poor have had two
shipwrecks—shipwreck of the body, ship
wreck of the soul —shipwreck for time, ship
wreck for eternity. Pity, by fill means, tho
innocent whtt arb Suffering, but pity more
the guilty.
I'u.ns on through tho alley. Open the
door. “Oh,” you say, it is locked!’ 1 No.it
is not locked, it lias never been locked. No
burglar would be tempted to go in there to
steal anything. Tho door is never locked.
Only a broken chair stands against the door.
Shove it back. Go iii. Sti iko u match. Now,
look. Beastliness and rags! Seo those glar
ing eyeballs, lie careful now what you say.
Do not utter any insult, do not utter any sits
picion, if you value your life. What is that
red mark on the wall? it is the mark of a
murderer’s hand I
Look at those two eyes rising up out of the
darkness find out from tile straw in the cor
ner, coining toward you, ami uS thoy cbme
near you, your light goes out. Strike an
other match. Ah! this is a babe, not like
those beautiful children presented in baptism.
This littlo one never smiled; it never will
smile. A flower filing on an awfully barren
beach. Ohl Heavenly Shepherd, fold that
little one in Thy arms. AV rap around you
your shawl or your coat tighter, for the cold
wind sweeps through.
Strike another match. Ah I is it possible
that that young woman’s scarred and bruise i
lace ever Wfis looked into by maternal ten
derness? Utter nO scorn. Utter no harsh
word. N 6 ray Os hope has dawned on that
brow for many a year. No ray of hope ever
will dawn on that brow. But the light has
gone out. Do not strike another light. It will
boa mockery to kindle another light in such
a place as that. Pass out and pass down the
street. Our cities of Brooklyn and Now York
and other great Cities are full df such homes,
and the Worst time is the third watch of the
night.
Do you know it is in this watch of tho night
that criminals do their worst work? It is the
criminal's watch.
At half-past eight o’clock you will find
them in tho drinking-saloon, but toward
twelve o’clock they go to tholf garrets, they
get out their tools, then they start on the
street. Watching on either side fbr the po
lice, they goto their work of darkness. This
is a burglar, and the false key will soon
touch the store lbck. This is an incendiary,
and before morning there will be a light on
the sky, and a cry of “Fire! lire!” Thu is an
assassin, and to morrow there will boa dead
body found in one of those vacant lots. Dur
ing the (laytime these villains in our cities
lounge about, some asleep and some awake,
hut when the third watch of the nignt arrives,
their ej e is keen, their brain cool, their arm
strong, their foot licet to fly or pursue, they
are ready.
Many of these jxior creatures were brought
up in that Way. They were born in a thieves’
§urrot. Their childish toy was a burglar's
ark-lantern. The first thing thev remember
was their mother bandaging the brow of
their father, struck by the police club. They
began by robbing boys’ pockets, and now
tiiey have come to dig tho underground pas
sage to tho cellar of tho bank, ami are pre
paring to blast tho gold-vault.
Just so long as there are neglected children
of the streets, just so long we will have these
desperadoes. Homo one, wishing to make a
good Christian point and to quote a pas
sage of Scripture, expecting to get a Script
ural passage in answer, said to one of these
poor fads,cast out and wretched: “When your
father and your mother forsake you, who
then will take you up?” and the boy said:
“The periice, the perlicel”
In the third watch of tho night gambling
does its worst work. V'hnt though the hours
be slipping away, a . though the wife bo
waiting in the cneerio.s-; home! Bring on
more drinks. Put up more stakes. That
commercial house that only a little while ago
put out a sign of copartnership will, in a few
seasons, be wrecked on a gambler’s table.
There will bo many a money-till that will
spring a leak. A member of Congress
gambled with a member-elect and won one
hundred and twenty 1 housand dollars. The
old way of getting a living is so slow. The
old way of getting a fortune is so stupid.
Come, let us toss up and seo who shall have
it. And so the work goes on, from tho
wheezing wretches pitching pennies in a rum
grocery up to the millionaire gambler in
the stock market.
In the third watch of the rdglit, pass down
the streets of these cities, and you hear the
click of tho dice and the sharp, keen stroke
of tho ball on the billiard-table. At these
places merchant princes dismount, and legis
lators, tired of making laws, take a respite in
breaking them. AH classes of people are
robbed by this crime—the importer of for
eign silks and the dealer in Chatham street
pocket-handkerchiefs. The clerks of the
store taken hand after the shutters are put
up, and the officers of the court while away
their time while the jury is out.
In Baden-Baden, when that city was the
greatest of all gambling places on eai th,
it was no unusual thiug the next morning, in
the woods around about the city, to find the
suspended bodies of suicides. Whatever te
the splendor of surroundings, there is no ex
cuse ror this crime. The thunders of oterna
destruction roll in the drop rumble of that
gambling tenpin alley, and as men come out
to Join the Jong procession of sin, all the
drums of death teat the dead march «• u
thousand souls.
In one year, in the city of New York, there
were seven million dollars sacrificed at the
gaming-table Perhaps some of your friend*
nave teen smitten in this sin. Perhaps some
of you have l*een smitten by it.
Perhaps there may boa stranger in the
house this morning come from some of the
hotels. Look out for those agents of iniquity
who tarry around the hotels, and ask you
“Would you like to see the city?” “Havt
you ever seen that splendid build
mg up town?” “No." Then the
villain will undertake to show you what. h<
calls the “lions” and “elephants," and after a
young man, through morbid curiosity or
through badness of soul, h is seen the “lions”
and the “elephant: ’ he will te on enchanted
ground. Look out for these men who move
around the hotels with sleek hats—always
with sleek hats—and patronizing air arid un
accountable interest about your welfare and
entertainment. You are a fool if von cannot
see through it. They want your money.
In Chestnut street, Philadelphia, while I
was living m that city, an incident occurred
which was familiar to ns there. In Che,‘ nut
street a young man went into a gambling
saloon, lost all his property, then blew his
brains out, and tefore the blood was wasted
irom the lUzor by the maul the comrades were
shuffling cards agu.n. You see is more
mercy in tie highwaymen for the teiatel
traveler on whose te ly he heaps the stones,
there is rnor • mercy in t he frost for the flower
that it kills, there is more mercy in the hur
ricane that shivers the steamer on the Lons
island const, t-hpu there ts mercy In the heart
of a gambler for his victim.
In tho third watch of the night, Also,
drunkenness does its worst. The drinking
will be respectable at 8 o’clock in the evening,
a little flushed at nine, talkative and garru
lous at ten, at eleven blasphemous, at twelve
the hat falls off, at one tho man falls to tho
floor asking for more drink. St rewu through
the drinking saloons of tho city, fathers,
brothers, husbands, sons, us good its you are
by nature, perhaps tetter
In the high circles of Society it IS hushed up.
A merchant prince, if ho gets noisy and un
controllable. is taken by llis fellow-revelers,
who try to got him to bed of take him home,
where he falls fiat in the entry. Do not
wake up the children. They liavo had
disgrace enough. Do not let. them know
it. Hush it up, But sometimes it cannot
he hushed up, wlien tho rilitl touches t.ho brain
and tho man becomes thoroughly frenzied.
Such an ono came home, having been absent
for some time, find during his absence his
wife had died, rind she Ifiy nl the next room
prepared for tho Obsequies, and lie wont in
and dragged her by the locks, and shook her
out of her shroud, and pitched her out of the
window.
Oli! when rum touches tho brain you can
not hush it up. My friends, you seo alt
around you the need that something radical
lie done Yon do not see the worst. In tho
midnight meetings in Lbiiddrt ft great, multi
tude have been saved. \Ve want d few hun
dred Christian men and women to come down
from lho highest circles of society to toil
amid these wandering and destitute ones, and
kindle up a light in the dark ulley, even the
gladness of heaven.
Du not go wrapped in line apparel and
from yoili - well-filled tilblefi with tbs idea that
pious talk is going to stop the gnaltiilg tis an
empty stomach or to warm stocklingiess foot.
Take bread, lake raiment, take medicine as
well as tuke prayer. There is a groat deal
of common-sense in what the poor woman said
to the city missionary when lie was telling her
how she ought to love God and serve Him.
"Oh!” she said, “if you wereas poor nnd cold
as l am, and os hungry, you could think of
nothing else,”
A great dcfil Os What is cfilled Christian
work goes for nothing fdr tho simple reason
it is not practical; us after the battle of An
tietam ft niail got but Os fin ambulance with
a bag of tracts, and ho vtont distributing the
tracts, and George Stewurt, one of the host
Christian men in this country, said to him:
“AVliat are you distributing tracts for now!
There uro throe thousand men bleeding to
death. Bind up their wounds, and then dis
tribute the tracts.”
AV’o want inure common sense in Christian
work, taking the bread of this lift) ill One
nand and the brend of the noxt life in tuo
other hand. No such inapt work a* that
by the Christian man who, during the hist
war, went into a hospital with tracts, and
coming to the bed of a man whose legs had
been amputated, gave him a tract on the
sin of dancing! 1 rejoice before God that
never are Sympathetic Words uttered, never
a prayer bffeibd, never a Christian almsgiv
ing indulged in but it is blessed.
There is a place ill Hwitzerlanld, I have
been told, where tho utterance of due word
will bring back a score of echoes; and 1 have
to tell you this morning that a sympathetic
Jvo d, a kind word, a generous word, a lielp
rti! •void, uttered in the dark places of tho
town, will bring back 10,0U0 echoes from all
the thrones of heaven.
Are there irf this assemblage tills morning
those who know by experience the tragedies
in the third wat li Os the night! I am not
here to thrust you back with one hard word.
Take the bandage from your bruised soul,
and put on it the soothing salve of Christs
i,omol and of God s compassion. Many have
■<>iii>*. 1 s co( hors co ning to God this morning,
tired of the sinful life, try up tho nows to
heaven. Net all the bells ringing. Hpreud the
banquet under the art-lies, is-t the crowneu
heads conic down and sit at the Jubilee, i
tell you tliero is more delight in heaven over
one man that gets relorinod hy the grace of
l .0,l than over ninety aild nine that never got
off the track. , . , ,
I could give you tho history, in a minute, of
one of the best friends 1 over had. Outside
of my own family. 1 never hud a better
I riond. Ho welcomed me to my homo at tho
West. Ho was of splendid personal appear
ance, but lie had an ardor of soul and a
warmth of affection that made mo love him
like a brother. I saw men coming out of the
saloons and gambling le-lls, and they sur
rounded my friend, and they took him
at the weak point, h.s social nature,
and I saw him going down, and i had a fair
■lk with him -for I never yet saw a man
you could not talk with on the subject of ids
habits if you talked with him in tho right way.
I said to him: “ Why don’t you give up
year bad habits and become a I
remember now just how he looked, leuiung
over liis counter, as he replied: “1 wish I
could. Oh; sir! i should like to be a Christian,
hut i have gone so far ustray I can’t get
hack.”
Ho the timo went on. After a while tho
day of sickness came. I was summoned to
bis sick bod. I hastened. It took me but a
very few moments to get there. I was sur
prised as I went in. I saw him in his ordi
nary dress, fully dressed, lying on top of tho
bed. I gave him my hand, and lie seized it
convulsively, and said: “Oh, how glad lam
to sou you! Hit down there.” 1 sat down
and he said: “Mr. Taluiage, just where you
sit now my mother s-it, last night. Kho has
I been dell ! twenty year;. Now, I don’t want
: youtothinkleinoutofrnyiniiid, or that 1 am
ipci stitiou-.; but, sir, she sat there last night
.list us certainly as you sit. there now—the
: same cap and unron und spectacles. It was my
old mother ho sat there.” Then he turned
| to his wife, anil Haid: “I wish you would take
I these strings oil tho tel; somebody is wrap
ping strings around me ad the time. I wish
you woulil stop that annoyance.” Hhesaid:
j “There is nothing here.” Then I saw it vrut
j delirium.
Ho said: “Just where you sit now rny
| mother sat, and she said: ‘Roswell, i wish
! you would do better 1 wish you would dc
tetter.’ I said: ‘Mother, I wish I could do
better; I try to do better, but I can’t.
; Mother, you used to help ino; why can't you
help me now f 1 And, sir, I got out of te-d, for
it -aa a reality, und I went to her, and threw
! my arms around her neck, and I said:
‘Mother, I will do tetter, but you must help,
I can't do this alone.’ ’’ I knelt down and
prayed. That night bis soul went to the
Lord that made it.
Arrangements were made for the obsequlw
The question was raised whether they should
bring him to the church. Homeiiody said :
“You cannot bring such a dissolute man as
that Into the church.” J said: “You will
bring him in church; he stood by me when be
was alive, and X wiil stand by him when he
is dead. Bring him.” As I stood in tbs
pulpit an'l saw them carrying the body up
tho aisle, I felt as if I could weep tears of
blood.
On one side of the pulpit sat his little child
of eight years, a sweet, beautiful little girl
that I have seen him hug convulsively in hit
brtter moments. He put on her all jewels, ad
diarnon 1- and gave h ( *r all pictures and toys,
and then he would go away as if hounded by
an evil spirit, to his cups an I the house oi
shame a f.<oi to the corn ctioa of the stocks.
She looked up won leringly. Hhe knew not
; wh (t it all meant. Hhe was not old enough
! to unde -stand the sorrow of ari orphan child.
On the other side of the pulpit sat the men
who had ruined him: they were tho men who
l.a I [xiijred the -vormwool into the orphan s
1 ' tip: th -y were Ite men who ba 1 bound hirn
! h ind and foot. I kic w th"fn. ]low did they
s- er,i to feel? Did they wi epf No. Did they
| say: ‘ AVhnt a pity that so generous a man
! should be destroyed?” No. Did thuy sigh r*
pentlngly over whnt they had done! No; they J
sat there looking us vultures look at the car
case of a lamb whose heart they have ripped
out So they sat and looked *t
the cofllri - lid, and I told them the
Judgment of God updtl those who had de
stroyed their fellows. Did they reform! I
was - told they were in the places of iniquity
that night nf'ter my friend was lud in Oak
wood Cemetery, and they blasphemed, and
thev drank. Oh! how merciless men are, espe
cially after they have destroyed you! Do
not look to men for comfort and help. Look
to God. , „
But there is a man who won t reform, fie
says: “I won’t reform.” Well, then, how
many acts are there in a tragedy? I believe
'"let the first Os the tragedy: A young
man starting off from home. Barents mid
sisters weeping to have him go. AVagon
rising over tho hill. Farewell kiss flung
back. King (ho bell and lot the curtain fall.
Act the second:, The marriage altar Full
organ. Bright lights. .Long white veil
trailing through tho aisle.
congratulation, and exclamation of no
well fiho looks!” .
Act the third: A woman waiting for
Btuegerinir steps. Old into the
broken wiiidow-pano. Marks of hardship on
tho face. The biting of the nails Os bloodless
fingers. Neglect, and cruelty, and despair.
Ring the tell and let the curtain drop.
Act the fotirtß: Throe graves in ft dark
place —grefvo of the child that died for lack of
medicine, grkvo of tho Wife that died of »
broken heart, grave of the man that died Os
dissipation. Oil! wlult rt blasted heath with
three graves I Plenty of weeds, but no flow
ers. Ring the bell uml lot tho curtain drop.
Act the fifth: A destroyed soul’s eternity.
No light. No music. No hope. Anguish
coiling its serpent* around the heart. Black
ness of darkness forever.
But I cannot look any longer. AVoel woe I
I close my eyes to this last act at the tragedy.
Quick I Quick I Ring t lie boll und let tho ( Urtain
drop. “Rejoice, Oh young nmn! in thy
youth, and let thv heart rejoice in the days
of thy youth; but know thou that for all
these things God will bring you into judg
ment.” There is away that soemeth right to
a man, blit the end thereof is death.”
Kissane ami llis Family.
A Ran Francisco letter gives tho fol
lowing story of the man (ft mystery: —
For twdnty years lingers lias lived in
this State, and no one to look upon his
benign fnoe would imagine him the char
acter liis many criminal acts provo him
to have been. I Saw him ft few years
ago at Ids country seat in SonWtnft fltrun
ty, surrounded by ids family, consisting
of a wife and eigiit children, two of tho
latter being a step daughter and son.
The young lady is very pretty and a
great favorite in society, and the step
son is ft model of propriety and well
liked both by ImsiileSs and social ftssoc
ciatcs. His wife is a chartnidg woman
approaching the meridian of lift!. Timo
lias used her kindly, much more so than
the Colonel, who hares the trace of
trouble deeply graven in his parch
ment like face, and indicated by numer
ous deep furrows which the odd sixty
years of time have not unaided caused.
He stands about six feet in height, is
erect and bus a soldierly hearing. Ilia
lntir, or what there is left of it, is snow
wliite, and a silky mustache of the same
color adonis his lip. His eyebrows are
bushy, and beneath them peer u pair of
very restless steel-gray eyes. lie has
high check hoi ics and a receding fore
head. Tho Colonel lias surrounded him
self witli all tiie luxuries that money
can procure, and is very proud of tho
elegance of liis country scat. It is lo
cated in (lie most elmrming part of tho
county, about six miles from the little
town of Petaluma. Tho house which
may more fittingly' lie termed a palace,
is built of the finest of finished stone
and stands in the midst of largo grounds
surrounded on all sides by grassy lawns,
graveled walks and rare exotics. Back
at the homestead stretch acres upon
acres of the Colonel’s possessions, most
of which is in vineyard, producing
thousands of gallons of wine each year.
It is through his wife that Rogers is
connected with J. 15. ibiggin’s family,
with the family of Lloyd T’evis, and
through these families with the Bliar
ons and Lord Jlesketh, of England, who
a few years ago married Flora, tho
youngest daughter of the lato Benator
Bharon.
A Herlous Affair.
Tho military marriage in France is a
serious affair. Aiiy officer wishing to
marry informs liis Colonel of his inten
tions. The Colonel posses the word on
to tho War Office, and it at length is
put before the Minister. Tho first thing
then to te done is to find out if tho
young lady concerned fulfils the re
quirements of the law, which lays down
that she must have an irreproachable
moral character, and a dot worth a year
ly revenue of 10,000 francs. Tho appli
cation reaches the officer commanding
the gendarmerie in the district where
the officer’s fiancee resides. It is then
passed to a gendarme who is commis
sioned to inquire into the lady’s moral
character, lie proceeds cautiously as a
detective. Should he happen to know
the father of the demoiselle indicated
he goes and hocr him; if not, lie culls
his information from the neighbors. He
will even follow her when she goes out
to theatres or entertainments. Having
finished his investigations ho draws up
a report on strictly police court lines.
Off gfxis the document on its way up
ward through the bureaus and red tape
until it gets to the War Minister.
Should the conditions lx; fulfilled, the
officer is permitted to marry. If not, he
must renounce his intentions. If the
fiancee has morality but not money, it
must lx) raised before marriage. Officers
frequently provide the dot secretly them
selves.
A Canadian farmeT near Lnther waa
awakened by persons prowling around
liis house. He and his sons arose and
fired shotguns at a man they saw. He
ran and was joined by two men in a
sleigh. One of the horsee hitched to the
sleigh cast a slkxj. The farmer picked
it up, and by the aid of the blacksmith
who made it identified the prowlers,who
' proved to lx) neighbors and who paid •
good sum to koop Use thing quiet
VOL 11. NO. 14.
parablbs
Karth sing* her parables of loss and gain
In boldest speech.
Yet heights sublime which spirits shall attain
Hho cannot reach.
Aerial whispers float o’er land and sea—
‘lt doth not yet appear What we shall be.”
Her royal purples and her crowns of gold,
Her white attiro.
Hie seeptrod lilies which her summers hold,
With flames afire —
All fail to show the glory we shall see—
“lt doth not yet appear what we shall be."
Who from unsightly bulb or slender root
Could guess aright,
l’he glory of the flower, tho fern, the fruit,
In summer’s height?
Through tremulous shadows voices call
“It doth not yet appear what wo shall l>o.”
Triumphant guesses from tho seer and sag
Through shadows dart,
And tender meanings on tho poet’s page
Console the heart.
O songs prophetic I though sweet are ye,
“It doth not yet appear w hat we shall l>e.”
—Clara Thwaites.
PITH AND POINT.
Always seedy—The fig.
In a tight box —Sardines.
A suit of mull—Will you marry me f
lie does a driving business—the cab
man.
When dentists are partners they ought
to pull together. — -Siftings.
After all, the greatest fishery trouble is
when they won’t bite.— San Francisco
Alta.
If you want to see a wildcat, simply
hold up the domestic article by the-tail.
-—New llavcn Newt,
An exchange; remarks: “Honesty fears
nothing." liut it does, though. It fears
dishonesty.— Boston. Post.
A New York firm advertises “umpire
suits." We believe they are manufac
tured at a foundry in Pittsburg.—States
man.
A Fireman’s Toast —“Cupid and his
torch, the only incendiary that can kin
dle a flame which the engines cannot
quench."
It is premature to tell any woman that
she is an angel until it is seen lu>w she can
cook a steak and boil a potato, — Fall
lliver Advance. i
“What an outrage to cram somany into
this railway coupe." “I should say sol
Why,a sardine is a hermit in comparison.’
—Fliegende Blaelter.
lie (at a Boston musicolc)— r“ What a
glorious interpretation!" Hhe (a Chicago
young woman) —“Yes, Mr. Waldo, I
call that good fiddling."— llarper 1 s Uaear.
The man who down tho avenue
In brand-new hut, doth jant,
May feel that he’s filling a long wanted felt,
As Well i ut a long felt want.
— Merchant Traveler.
Trembling suitor —“Will you allow mo
to ask your daughter to share my hand?"
Irate father—“No, but I will ask you
to share my foot." Curtain. — Boston Ga
zette.
“Mr. Brown,” said Dunley, “I call to
request your daughter’s hand in mar
riage. ” “Herhand f” “Yes, sir.” “What’s
the matter with asking for the girl?"—
Bittsitnirg Dispatch.
The little brother who persists in hang
ing around the parlor when his big sister
is entertaining her best young man is
committing a heinous offense. It U de
fiance of the court.
“What are the prospects of Home Itula
now?” a correspondent asks. Heally, my
dear fellow, we can’t tell you, unless you
let us know when the old lady is going
home.— Somerville Journal.
A woman doesn’t know half as much
about voting as a man does about rocking
a cradle, yet there are more women who
want to vote than men who want to rock
cradles. — Washington Critic.
An Indiana man sat down on a keg of
powder with a pipe in his mouth, and
some superstitious people in the vicinity
think they can see two meu in the moon
now. —Burlington Free Press.
The innermost, unexpressed thought
of every man is about this: “If every
other man had been created as nearly
right as I am, the millcnium might come
almost any day ."—JJansrille Breeze.
“Tell your mother, Johnny,” said his
kind maiden aunt, as she placed a piece
of cake in his hand, “that I was very
sorry your sister couldn’t come.” “Ana
what will I say,” replied little Johnny,
with an air of strategy, “ if mamma asks
where is sister’s piece of cake ?” — Judge,
A Monster Pie. '
When the British corn laws were re
pealed in 1846 a general jubilee was held
in various parts of the United Kingdom.
At Ilenby Dale, Yorkshire, a monster pie
was baked and fragments of it have been
carefully preserved to this day. A cor
respondent writes: “A Denny farmer
had a small cabinet made, in which was
kept a small portion of the suet crust,
and one day, I well remember, I was
' given a small flat-like piece in oracr that
: I might say I had tasted the veritable
pie. The composition of the pie was as
follows: Flour, 623 pounds; suet,
pounds; lard, 19 pounds; fresh butter,
16 pounds; beef, 100 pounds; one calf,
five sheep, seven hares, fourteen rabbits,
four pheasants, four partridges, two
brace of grouse, six pigeons, two tur
keys, two guinea fowls, four ducks, four
geese, four fowls, sixty-three small
i birds, and one pound of pepper. The
circumference of the pie was twenty-one
feet, and its height or depth two feet
three inches.”— Leeds Mercury.
“ Every writer should absorb his sub-
I joet,” says an exchange. This applies to
j everything but the liquor question.