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Ohe Jtlontgomorg ittonitor. 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.