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BULLOCH TIMES.
STATESBORO, GA.
The old-stylo square pianos are a
thing of the past, there being no de*
uiand for them nowadays,
It is a matter of singular interest
that Japan is now manufacturing
modern war material for the use of
western nations. Six guns manufac¬
tured at the Japanese Government
arsenal at Osaka h^ve just been sup¬
plied to the Portuguese Government.
R. Lahann, a Danish resident of
Monmouth, Ill., took out naturaliza¬
tion papers twenty-six years a gp. A
few days since he had occasion to ex¬
amine the papers and found that he
had renounced his alligance to Queen
Victoria, instead of the King of Den¬
mark. So it appears that he is not a
citizen, and as he wants to be Mayor
of the town, he is very much disap¬
pointed. '
_
Cairo, Egypt, is ’becoming Ameri¬
canized so fast that, not content with
electric lights, the Government has
given a concession for a street ‘car sys¬
tem. The American electric car idea
promises to be adopted, and the whir
and fizz of the trolley will drive the
donkey and the donkey hoy out of
business. In the near future, predicts
Saturday Night, the tourist will be
able to take a street car to the Pyra¬
mids, and wait for the returning car
in the shadow of the Sphinx.
“Let us fondly hope,” observes the
New York News, “that science has
made no mistake in one reported dis¬
covery of recent date. It is claimed
that practical tests show how all the
garbage in New York might be dis¬
posed of with a balance of seven hun¬
dred dollars a day to the city’s credit.
It is the grease, the ammonia and the
fertilizing matter that causes garbage
to pan out rich, as they say in mining
camps. The details are not of much
consequence and the profit is not
tempting, B ut if science can profit¬
ably get away with the garbage, and
then successfully tackle the ash-cloud
nuisance, New York will make tc
science a profound salaam. ”
One of the most encouraging signs
of the advent of better days for Ire¬
land is to be found, maintains the New
York Tribune, in the large number of
railroads that have been opened of
late, or are now on the verge of com¬
pletion. - In nearly every case these
new lines have been built either in
part or entirely at the expense of the
Government, the aim being to relieve
the congested districts of Donegal,
Mayo, Galway and Kerry. It is super¬
fluous to point out the many advan¬
tages which must arise from the con¬
struction of these line3, among the
principal being the possibility afford¬
ed thereby of getting agricultural and
farm products to market with some
hope of their bringing remunerative
prices. _
A fine story of present day heroism
comes to the Rochester Post Express
from the African wilds, where the
British have been fighting the Mata
beles, and giving rise to a good many
stories of oppression and unchristian
conquest. The story is the stronger
because it is told by a Matabele war¬
rior, an eye-witness of the scene that
no Englishman lived to relate. Avan
guard of British invaders, under com¬
mand of Major Wilson, had been too
venturesome, and a horde of Mata
beles attacked and surrounded them.
Soon oily a few of the British were
left, and, as the supreme moment
came, those who were able to stand
rose to their feet, stood shoulder to
shoulder, took off their hats and joined
in a song—“the kind of song that he
(the native narrator) had heard mis¬
sionaries sing to natives. ” The Brit
ish ammunition was gone, the last
had perished; there was nothing to do
but to die, and the singers were
dead. It is loyally said in England
that the song must have been
Save the Queen,” but from what the
native said, and the natural impulse
such a time, it seems quite as likely,
to an outsider, that it was a
hymn. But either way it makes a
picture. Vvorthy of English
people.
Ohio possesses more colleges than
any other State.
The United States is the only coun¬
try spending more for education than
for war equipments.
A stoneless peach has been culti
vated in California. It has an insipid
flavor, and is of no value except as a
curiosity.
The Anglo-Saxon race is in posses¬
sion of one-third portion of the earth
and rules over 400,000,000 of its in¬
habitants.
Ex-President Orton, of the Western
Union Telegraph Company, declared
that the English language was twenty
five per cent, cheaper for telegraphic
purposes than any other.
By order of the postal authorities
the final “h” in the spelling of towns
and cities ending with “burgh,” has
been dropped in official communica¬
tions. The general public ceased us¬
ing “h” at the end of Pittsburg and
Harrisburg twenty years ago.
The popularity of novels is proba¬
bly- nowhere so great, declares the
New York Tribue, as in Australia. It
is said that ninety per cent, of the fe¬
male and seventy-five per cent, of the
male frequenters of the public libra¬
ries read novels almost exclusively.
The new catalogue of the romances
in tho British Museum begins with the
record of the unique and priceless
manuscript of “Beowulf,” and tells oi
the escape of the manuscript from the
conflagration at Ashburnham House
in 1731; and of its still having a fair
pretension, despite all the scholars, to
be the very oldest poem in any modern
European language—a monument oi
English which is asserted to be hun¬
dreds of years older than the first lit¬
erary stammerings of the Romance
language, and probably much the
senior of any Teutonic literature.
The shopjftffing W
gentle art of is oi
the increase, according to Mr. White
ly, th^ great Lptadon provider. It it
sad Ao -think women of the middle and
upper classes are said to be the 'chief
offenders, although it is difficult to
credit such a statement. One of the
commonest tricks is to have several
large pockets in a dress into which
things can he pushed easily without
incuring observation, Very often
long, loose cloaks are worn. It cannot
be urged that kleptomania is the rea¬
son for these thefts, because the shop¬
lifters usually hunt in couples, one
engaging the attention of the atten¬
dant while the other does the thieving.
For every man caught at the work
there are three hundred women!
Russia is evidently not a paradise
for photographers. Every amateur
photographer in that country has tc
communicate with the police and se¬
cure a license. If he happens to be
seen photographing in the vicinity oi
a fortress, he stands a chance of being
dispatched on a free excursion to Si¬
beria, whence return tickets are not
supplied. Of every picture taken a
copy must be given to the police and
another copy filed for reference, and
the police have the right at any time
of the day or night to enter your dark¬
room and examine everything therein,
as well as to search all your photo¬
graphic paraphernalia. Furthermore,
all dry plates have tq be imported,
and each box is opened and every plate
examined.
Says the New York World: “It is
now pretty generally known that there
is to be a great celebration at the
close of the nineteenth century, and
the ushering in of the twentieth. A
great deal of effort is being made to
carry out a very unique, though grand
plan. It is proposed that the Colum¬
bian Liberty and Peace Bell be rung
on the spot where the shepherds heard
the chorus of angelic voices proclaim:
“Peace on earth, good will towards
men. ” The idea is to have the bell
connected to all parts of the world by
telegraph and cable. Then, at a spe¬
cified time, all telegraphic business is
to be suspended, every congregation
in the religious world to be assembled
in its place of meeting, each having a
wire connected with the Jerusalem
wire, and simultaneously the bell be
rung and the message of “peace” be
flashed over the earth.
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE’S SUN¬
DAY SERMON.
The Subject: “Recovered Families*
(Preached at Little Rock, Ark.).
Text : ^Then David and the people
were with him lifted up their voice and
until they had no more power to weep.
* * David recovered all.”—I Samuel xxx.,
4, 19.
There is intense excitement in the ^illagf
of Ziklag. David and his men arc bidditv’
goodby to their famili/w and are off for the
wars. In that little village of Ziklag the de¬
fenseless ones will be safe until the warriors,
flushed with victory, come home. But will
the defenseless ones be safe? The soft arms
of children are around the necks of the
bronze warriors until they shake themselves
free and start, and handkerchiefs and flags
are waved and kisses thrown until the armed
men vanish beyond the hills. David and his
and men soon get through vrith their campaign
start homeward. Every night on their
way home no sooner does the soldier put his
head on the knapsack than in his dream he
hears the welcome of the wife and the shout
of the child.
Db. what long stories they will have to tell
their families of how they dodged the bat
tleax, and then will roll up their sleeve and
show the half healed wound. With glad,
quick step, they march on. David and his
men, for they are marching home. Now they
come ap to the last hill which overlooks Zik¬
lag, and they expect in a moment to see the
dwelling places of their loved ones. They
look. and as they look their cheek turns pale,
and their lip quivers, and their hand invol¬
untarily comes down on the hilt of the
sword. “Where is Ziklag? Where are our
homes?” they cry. Alas, the curling smoke
above the ruin tells the tragedy!
The Amalekites have come down and con¬
sumed the village and carried the mothers,
and the wives, and the children of David and
his men into captivity. The swarthy war¬
riors stand fora few moments transfixed with
horror. Then their eyes glance to each
other, and they burst into uncontrollable
weeping, for when a strong warrior weeps
the grief is appalling. It seems as if the
emotion might tear him to pieces. They
“ wept untilthey had no more power to weep.”
But soon their sorrow turns into rage, and
David, swinging his sword high in air, cries,
“Pursue, for thou shalt overtake them, and
without fail recover all.’ 1 Now the march
becomes a “doublequick.” Two hundred of
David’s men stop by the brook Besor, faint
with fatigue and grief. They cannot go a
step farther. They are left there. But the
other 400 men under David, with a sort of
panther .step, march on in sorrow and in
rage. They find by the side of the road a half
dead Egyptian, and they resuscitate him and
compel him to tell the whole story. He says,
“Yonder they went, the captors and the cap¬
tives.” pointing in the direction. Forward,
ye 400 brave men of fire !
Very soon David and his enraged company
come upon the Amalekitish host. Yonder
they* see their own wives and children and
and under Amalekitish guard. Here
are the officers of the Amalekitish army hold¬
ing a banquet. The cups are full; the music
is roused , the dance begins, The Amalekit;
ish host cheer and cheer and cheer over their
victory. But, without note of bugle or warn¬
ing of trumpet, David and his 400 men burst
upon the s cene. ^Da\id and his men look up.
and one glaSSe atlmeir 'oved pnbS in captiv¬
ity and under Amalekitish guard throws
them into a very- fury of determination, fox
you know how. men will fight when they fight
for their wives and children. Ah, there are
lightnings in their eye, and every finger is a
6pear, and their voice is like the shout ot the
whirlwind! Amid the upset tankarddand
the costly Viands crushed underfoot, the
wounded Amalpkites lie, their blood min¬
gling with their wine, shrieking for
mercy. No sooner do David and his men
win the victory than they throw their swords
down into the dnst—what do they want with
swords now?—and the broken families come
together amid a great shout of joy that
makes the parting scene in Ziklag seem very
insipid in the comparison. The rough old
warrior has to us§ some persuasion before
he can get his child to come to him now
after so long an absence, but soon the little
finger traees the familiar wrinkle across the
scarred face. And then the empty tankards
are set up, and they are filled with the best
wine from the hills, and David and his men,
the husbands, the wives, the brothers, the
sisters, drink to the overthrow of the
Amalekites and to the rebuilding of Ziklag.
So, O Lord, let Thine enemies perish !
Now they are coming home, David ,-ind
his men and their families—a long pro¬
cession. Men, women and children, loaded
with jewels and robes and with.all kinds of
trophies that the Amalekites had gathered
up in years of conquest—everything now When in
the hands of David and his men.
they come by the brook Besor, the place
where staid the raen sick and incompetent
to travel, the jewels and the robes and all
kinds of treasures are divided among the
sick as well as among the well. Surely the
lame and exhausted ought to have some of
the treasures. Here is a robe for a pale
faced warrior. Here is a pillow for this
dying man. Here Is a handful of gold for
the wasted trumpeter. I really think that
these men who fainted by the brook Besor
may have endured as much as those man
who weut into the battle. Some mean fel¬
lows objected to the sick ones having any of
the spoils. The objectors said, “These men
did not fight.” David, with a magnanimous
heart, replies. “As his part is that goeth
down to the battle, so shall his part be that
tarrieth by the stuff.”
This subject is praatically suggestive to me.
Thank God, in these times a man can go off
on a journey and be gone weeks and months
and come back and see his house untouched
of incendiary and have his family on the
step to greet him it by telegram he has fore¬
told the moment of his coming. But there
are Amalekitish disasters, there are Amale
kitish diseases that sometimes comes down
upon one’s home, making as devastating
work as the day when Ziklag took fire.
There are families you represent broken up.
No battering ram smote in the door, no
iconoclast crumbled the statues, no flame
leaped amid the curtains, but so far as all
the joy and merriment that once belonged
to that house are conoerned the home has
departed. the qui¬
Armed diseases came down upon
etness of the scene—3oariet fevers or pleu¬
risies or consumptions or undefined disor¬
ders came and-seized upon some members
of that family and carried them away. Zik¬
lag in ashes! And you go about, sometimes
weepingani sometimes enraged, wanting David to
get back your loved ones as mueh as
and his men wanted to reconstruct their
despoiled households. Ziklag in ashes!
Some of you went off trom home. You
counted the days of your absence. Every¬
day seemed as long as a week. Oh, how
glad you were when the time came for j-ou
to go aboard the steamboat or railroad and
start for home! You arrived. You went
up the street where your dwelling was, and
in \Jie night you put your hand on the
doorbell, and, bereavement, behold ! Jit was and wrapped found with
the signal o£ you
that Amalakitish death, which has devas¬
tated a thousand other households, had
blasted yours. You so about weeping amid
the desolation of your once happy home,
thinking of the bright eyes closed, and the
noble hearts stopped, and the gentle hands
folded, and you weep until you have no
'more power to weep. Ziklag in ashes!
A gentleman went to a friend of mine in
the city of Washington and asked that
through him he might get a consulship to
sortie foreign port. My friend said to him
“What do you want to go away from
beautiful, home for iuto a foreign port.
“Oh,” he replied, “my home is gone! sir.
six children are dead. I must get away,
I can’t stand it in this country any longer.
Ziklag in ashes!
Why these Icing shadows of that in al¬
across this audience? Why is it
most every assemblage black is the predom¬
inant color of the apparel? Is it becauseyou
do not like saffron or brown or violet? Oh,
no ! You say: “The world is not so bright
to us as once it was,” and there is a story oi
silent voices, and of still feet, and of loved
ones gone, and when you look over the hills
expecting only beauty and loveliness you
And only devastation and woe. Ziklag in
asHbs ^
One da}*, in Ulster County, N. Y., the vil¬
lage church was decorated until the fra¬
grance of the flowers was almost bewilder¬
ing. The maidens of the village had emo
tled the place of flowers upon one marriage
altar. One of their number was affianced to
a minister of Christ, who had come to take
her to his own home. With hands joined,
amid a congratulatory audience, the vows
were taken. In three days from that time
one of those who stood at the altar ex¬
changed earth for heaven. The weddina
march broke down into the funeral dirge.
There were not enough flowers now for the
coffin lid. because they had all been taken
for the bridal hour. The dead minister of
Christ is brought to another.village.
He had gone out from them less than a
week before in his strength ; now he comes
home lifeless. The whole church bewailed
him. The solemn procession moved around
to look upon the still face that once had
beamed the messages of salvation. Little
children were lifted up to look at him. And
some of those whom he had comforted in
days of sorrow, when they passed that silent
form, made the place dreadful with their
keeping. Another village emptied of its
flowers—some of them put in the shape of a
cross to ssmbolize his hope, others put in the
shape of (Wrown to symbolize his triumph.
A hundred lights blown out in one strong
gust from the open door of a sepulchre.
Ziklag in ashes 1
I preached this sermon to-day because I
want to rally you, as David rallied his men.
for the recoyery of the loved and the lost. I
want not only to win heaven, but I want all
this congregation to go along with me. I feel
that somehow I have a responsibility in really your
arriving at that great city. Do you
want to join the companionship of your love I
ones who have gone? Are you as anxious
to join them as David and his men were to
join their families? Then I am here, in the
name of God, to say that you may aud to
tell you how.
I remark, in the first place, if you want to
join your loved ones in glory, you must
travel the same way they went. No sooner
had the half dead Egyptian been resuscitated
than he pointed the way the captors and the
captives had gone, and David and his men
followed after. So our Christian friends
have gone into another country, and if we
want to reach their companionship repented. we must We
take the same road. They
must repent. They prayed. We must pray.
They trusted in Christ. We must trust in
Christ. They lived a religious life. We must
live a religion^ life. They were in soma
things like ourselves. I know, now they are
gone, there is a halo around their names,
but they had their faults. They said and
did things they ought never to have said or
done. They were sometimes rebellious,
sometimes cast down. Thoy were far from
being perfect. So I suppose that when we
have gone some things in us that are now
only tolerable may be almost resplendent.
But as they were like us in deficiencies we
ought to be like them in taking deficits. a supernal
Christ to make up for the Had it
not been for Jesus they would have all
perished, but Christ confronted them aul
said. “I am the way.” and they took it.
I have also to say to you that the path that
these captives trod was a troubled path, aud
that David and his men had to go over the
same difficult way. While these captives
were being taken off they said, “Oh, we are
so tired ; we are so sick ; we are so hungry !’’
But the men who had charge of them said
“Stop this crying. Goon!” David and his
men also found it a hard way. Tney had to
travel it. Our friends have gone into glory,
and it is through much tribulation that we
are to enter into the kingdom. How our
loved ones used to pave to struggle! How
their old hearts ached! How sometimes
they had a tussle for bread! In our child¬
hood we wondered why there were so many
wrinkles on their faces. We did not know
that what were called “crow’s feet” on their
faces were the marks of the black raven of
trouble. Did you ever hear tha old people,
seated by the evening stand, talk over their
early trials, their hardships, the aeei
dents. the burials, the disappointments, tne
empty flour barrel when there were so many
hungry ones to feed, the sickness almost
unto death, where the next dose of morphine
decided between ghastly bereavement and
an unbroken home circle? Oh, yes! It It was
trouble that whitened their hair. was
trouble that shook the cup in their hands. It
was trouble that washed the luster from
their eyes with the rain of tears until they
needed spectacles. It was trouble that made
the cane a necessity for their journey. Do
you never remember seeing your old mother
sitting on some rainy day looking out of the
window, her elbow on the window sill, her
hand to her brow, looking out, not seeing
the falling shower at all (you well knew she
was looking into the distant past), until the
apron came up to her eyes because the mem¬
ory was too much for her?
Oft the big, unbidden tear,
’ Stealing down the furrowed cheek,
Told.tn eloquence sincere
Tales of woe they could not speak.
But, this scene of weeping toll and o'er,
Past this scene of pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never, never weep again.
“Who are those uuder the altar?” tho
question was asked, and the response came,
“These are they which came out of great
tribulation and have washed their robes ana
made them white in the blood of the L imb.”
Oar friends went by a if path of tears into
glory. Be not surprised we have to travel
the same pathway. if want to win tho
I remark again, we so¬
ciety of our frLends in heaven, we will not
only have to travel a path of faith and a p ith
of tribulation, but we will also have to posi¬
tively battle for their companionship. David
and his men never wanted sharp swords, and
invulnerable shields, an l thick breastplates
so much a3 they wanted them on tho day
when they came down upon the Amelikites.
If they had lost that battle, they never would
have got their families back. I suppose that
one glance at their loved ones in captivity
hurlid them iuto the battle with tenfold
courage and energy. They said: “We must
win it. Everything depends upon it. Let
each one take" a man on point of sn ear or
sword. We must win it.” Aud I n ave to
tell you that between us an I coming into the
companionship of our loved ones who are
depart e 1 there is an Austferlitz, t'aerS War is :>
Gettysburg, there is a Waterloo, with
the world, war with the flssb. war with the
bfes Wtt have either to conquer oar trou
or our troubles will conquer us. David
will either slay the Amalekites, or the Ainale-‘
kites will slay David, And" yet is not the
fort to be taken worth all the pain, ali.the
peril, all the besiegpment? the bright hills
Look ! Who are they on those
of heaven yonder? There they are,
who sat at your own table, the chair now
vacant. There they are. those whom you
rocked in infancy in the cradle or hushed to
sleep in your arms. There they are, those
in whose life your life was bound up. There
thev are, their brow more radiant than ever
before you saw it, their lips waiting for the
kiss of heavenly greet ipg, their cheek roseate
with, the health of eternal summer, their
hands beckoning you up the steep, the feet
bounding with the mirth of heaven. The
pallor of their last sickness gone out of their
face, nevermore to be sick, nevermore to
cough, nevermore to limp, nevermore to be
old, nevermore to w'eep. They are watching
from those heights to see if through Christ
you can take that fort, and whether you will
rush in upon them—victors. They know
that upon this battle depends whether you
will ever join their society. bravely! Up! Strike'
harder! Charge more Remember
that every inch you gain puts you so much
farther on toward that heavenly reunion.
If this morning while I speak you could
hear the cannonade ot a foreign enemy
which was to despoil your city, and if they
really should succeed in carrying would y our
families away from you, how long we
take before we resolved to go after them?
Every weapon, whether fresh from the
armory or old and rusty in the garret, would
be brought out, and we would urge on, and
coining in front of the foe we would look at
them and then look at our families, and the
cry would be. “Victory or death!” and when
the ammunition was gone we would take the
captors on the point of the bayonet or under
the breech of the gun.
If you would make such a struggle will for
the getting back of your earthly friends,
you not make as much struggle for the gain¬
ing of the eternal companionship of your
heavenly friends? Oh, yes, we must join
them! We must sit in their holy society.
We must sing with them the song. We
must celebrate with them the triumph. Let
it never be told on earth or in heaven that
David and his men pushed out with braver
hearts for the getting back of their, earthly
friends for a few years on earth than, we to
get our departed! Implies that de¬
You say that all this our
parted Christian friends are alive. Why. had
you any idea they were dead? They have
only moved. If you should go ou the 2d of
May to a house where one of your friends
lived and And him gone, you wohld not
think that he was dead. You would inquire
next door where he had moved to. Onr de¬
parted Christian friends have only taken an
other house. The secret is that they are
richer than they once were and can affoi*d a
better residence. They once drank out of
earthenware. They now .drink from the
King’s chalice. “Joseph is yet alive.” and
Jacob will go up and see him. Living, are
they?’ Why, if a man can live in this damp,
dark dungeon of earthly captivity, can he
not live where he breathes the bracing at¬
mosphere of the mountains of heaven? Ob,
yes, they are living!' Paul is dead
Do you think thlft so near
now as ho was when he was living in the
Roman dungeon? Do you think that Fred¬
erick Roberlson, of Brighton, is as near dead
now as he was when, year after year, he
slept seated on the floor, his head on the
bottom of a chair, because he could And ease
in no other position? Do you think that
Robert Hall is as near dead now ns when on
his couch he tossed in physical torture. drops that
Death gave them the few black
cured them. That is all death does to a
Christian—cures him. I know that what I
have said implies that they are living. There
is no question about that. The only ques¬
tion this morning is whether you wiil ever
join them. those 200 who
But I must not forget men
fainted by the brook Besor. They could not
take another step farther. Their feet were ,
sore; their head ached ; their entire nature
was exhausted. Besides that they were
broken hearted because their homes were
gone. Zlklag in ashes! And yet David,
when he comes up to them, divides the
spoils'amongthem 1 He says they shall have
some of the jewels, some of the robes, some
of the treasures. I look over this audience
this morning, and I And at least 200 who
have fainted by the brook Besor—the brook
of tears. You feel as If you could not take
another step farther, as though you could
never look up again. But I am going to imi¬
tate David and divide among you soma
glorious trophies. Here is a robe. “All
things work together for good to those who
love God.” Wrap yourself in that glorious
promise. Here is for your neck a strlug of
pearls made out of crystallized but tears, joy
“Weeping may endure for a night,
cometh in the morning.” Here is a coronet,
“Be thou faithful unto death, and I will
give thee a crown of life.” On, ye fainting
ones by the brook Besor, dip your blistered
feet in the running s: ream ot GoYs mercy,
bathe your brow at the wellls of salvation,
soothe your wounds with the balsam that
.exudes from trees ot life. God will not
utterly cast you oft, O broken fainting hearted by man,'
O broken hearted woman, the
brook Besor!
A shepherd flnds that his musical pipe is
bruised. He says* “I can’t get anymore
music out of this instrument, so I will just
break it, and I will throw this reed away.
Then I will get another reed, and I will play
music on that.” But God says He will not
cast you off because all the music has gone
out of your soul. “The bruised reolHe will
not break." As far as I can tell the diag¬
nosis of your disease, you want divine nurs¬
ing, and it is promised you, “As oue whom
his mother comforteth so will I comfort
3 ’ou.” Gol will see vouall the way through,
O troubled soul, and when you coma down
to the Jordan of death you will An 1 it to be
as thin a brook as Besor, for Dr. Robinsou
says that in April Besor dries up aud there H
no brook at all. And in your last moment
you will be as placid as the Kentucky min¬
ister who went up to God, saying in tte
dying tier hour- “Write to my sister Kate aka
tell not to be worried and frighten*!
about the story of the horrors arouui the
deathbed. Tall her there is not a word
of truth in it, tor I am there now, and? Jests
is with me, and I And it a very happy wat,
not because I am a good man, for i am nit.
I am nothing but a poor, miserable sin nr,
but I have an Almighty Saviour, and botf of
His arms are around me. ”
the May God Almighty, through the blood of
everlasting covenant,' bring us iuto jthe
already,entered companionship of our loved ones who jr.ve
the heavenly land, and :itc
the presence • of Christ, whom, not hajh'ng
seen, we love, and so David shail rearer
all, “and as his part is that goeth dowt to
the battle, ao shall his pari Be that tarfietb
by the stuff.”
The Gold Rapidly Dwindling, advis¬ j
ed treasury department was
last Wednesday afternoon tbai$2,-
500,000 had been engaged at the New
York eubtreasury for expor to
Europe. below This reduces the gold rt erurf
$87,000,000.