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REV. DR. TA IMAGE.
THE NOTED DIVINE’S SUNDAY DIS¬
COURSE.
Subject: “A Shattered Faith.**
Text: “And some on broken pieces of the
Ship.”— Acts xxvil., 44.
Never off Goodwin sands or the Skerries
or Cape Hatteras was a ship in worse predica¬
ment than, in the Mediterranean hurricane,
was the grain ship on which 276 passengers
were driven on tho coast of Malta, five miles
from the metropolis of that island, called
Cltta Veochia. After a two weeks’ tempest,
when the ship was entirely disabled and
captain and crew had become completely took
demoralized, an old missionary small,
command of the vessel. He was
crooked-backed and soro-eyed, accord¬
ing to tradition. It was Paul, the only
unscared man aboard. He was no more afraid
of a Euroolydon tossing tho Mediterranean
sea, now up to the gates of heaven and now
sinking it to the gates of hell, than ho was
afraid of a kitten playing with a string. He
ordered them all down to take their rations,
first asking for them a blessing. Then ho
insured all their lives, telling them they
would bo rescued, and, so far from losing
their heads, they would not lose so much of
their hair as you could cut off with one click
of the scissors—nay, not a thread of it,
whether it were gray with age or golden
with youtn, “There shall not a hair fall
from tho head of any of you."
Knowing that they can never get to the de¬
sired port, they make the sea on the four¬
teenth night black with overthrown cargo,
so that when tho ship strikes it will not
strike so heavily. At daybreak they saw a
creek and in their exigency resolved to make
for it. Aud so they cut the cables, took In
the two paddles they had on those old boats
and hoisted tho mainsail so that they might
come with such force as to be driven high
up on the beach by some fortunate billow.
There she goes, tumbliug towards the rocks,
now prow foremost,now stern foremost, now
rolling over to the starboard, now over to
the larboard; now a wave dashes clear over
the dock, uud it seems as if the old craft
has gone forever. But up she comes
again. Paul’s arms around a mast, he
cries: “All is well. God has given me
all those that sail with me.” Crash
went tho prow, with such force that It broke
off tho mast. Crash went the timbers till tho
seas rushed through from sldo to sldo of the
vessel. She parts amidships, and into a
thousand fragments tho vessel goes,and Into
tha waves 276 immortals are precipitated.
Some ot them had beon brought up on th«
seashore and had learned to swim, and with
their chins just above the waves and by tha
strokes of both arms and propulsion and of reached both
feet they put out for the benoh
it. But alas for those others! They have
never learned to swim, or they were
wounded by the falling of the mast, or the
nervous shock was too great for them. Ami
others had been weakened by long seasick¬
ness.
Oh, what will bocome of them? “Take
that piece ol a rudder,” says Paul to one.
“Take that fragment of a spar," of Castor says Paul
to another. “Take that image and
Pollux.” “Take that plank from the life
boat.” “Take anything and head for the
beach." What a struggle for lite in the
breakers! Oh, the merciless waters,
now they sweep over the heads of men.
women and • ohlldren! Hold on there!
Almost ashore. Keep up your courage.
Remember what Paul told you. There the
receding wave on tho beaen leaves in tho
sand a whole family. There crawls up out of
the surf.the centurion. There another plank
comes in, with a ltfoollngingfast to It. There
another piece of tho slmttored vessel, with
its freightage of nn immortal soul. They
must by this time all be saved. Yes; there
comes in last of all. for ho had beon oveisee¬
ing the rest, the old missionary, who wrings
the water from ills gray beard and ories out,
“Thank God. all are here!"
Gather around a fire and call the roll,
rani builds a fire, and when the bundle ol
stioks begins to crackle, and, standing and
sitting around tho blaze, tho passengers be¬
gin to recover from their chill, and the wot
clothes begin to dry. and warmth begins to
oome into all the shivering passengers, let
the purser of tho vessel go round and see ii
any of the poor creatures are missing. Not
one of the crowd that were plunged into tho
sea. How it relieves our auxietv as wo read;
“Some on broken pieces of the ship. And sc
It came to pass that they escaped all safe to
Having on previous I occasions looked at
the other passengers, confine myself to¬
day to an examination of those who came
In on broken pieces of the ship. There is
something about them that excites in me an
Intense interest. I am not so much inter¬
ested in those that could swim. They got
ashore, as I expected. A mile of water is not
a very great undertaking fqr a strong swim¬
mer, or even two miles are not. But I can¬
not pieces stop thinking about those on broken
ot the ship.
The great gospel ship is the flnost of the
universe and can carry more passengers
than any craft ever constructed, and you
could no more wreck it than you could
wreok the throne of God Almighty. I wish
all tho people would come aboard of her. I
oould not promise a smooth voyage, for oft
times It will be tempestuous or a chopped
sea, but I could promise safe arrival for all
who took passage on that Great Eastern, so
called by me because its commander came
out of the east, the star of the east a badge
of his authority.
But a vast multitude do not take regular
passage. Their theology is broken in pieces,
and their life is broker in pieces, ana their
naoits are oroken in pieces, and their wor J
and spiritual prospects are broken in pieces,
ana yet I believe they are going to reach the
shining shore, and I am encouraged by the
experience of of those people who are spoken
in the text, “Some on broken pieces of
the ship.”
One object in this sermon is to encourage
till those who cannot take the whole sys¬
tem of religion as we believe it, but who
that really believe something, to come ashore on
I do one plank.
not underrate the value of a great
Bible theological system, but where in all the
is there anything that says
•Believe in John Calvin and thou shnli be
saved? or, believe in Arminius and thou
shall be saved? or, believe in synod of Dort
and thou shalt be saved? or, believo in tho
Thirty-nine Articles and thou shalt bo saved?
A man may be orthodox and go to hell, or
heterodox and go to heaven. The man who
in the deep affection of his heart accepts
Christ is saved, aud the man who does not
accept him is lost.
I believe in both the Heidelberg and West¬
minster catechisms, and I wish you all did,
but you may believe iu nothing they contain
except the one idea, that Christ came to
save sinners, and that you are one of them,
and you are instantly rescued. If you can
come in on the grand old ship, I would
rather have you get aboard, but if you can
only find a piece of wood as long as the hu¬
man body, t r n piece as wide as the out¬
spread human arms, and either of them is a
piece of the cross, come in on that piece.
Tens of thousands of people are to-day kept
out of the Kingdom of God because they
cannot I believe everything.
am talk.ng with a man thoughtful about
his soul who has lately traveled through 1
New England and passed the night at And¬
over. He says to me, ’’I cannot believe that
In this life the destiny is irrevocably fixed; l
think there will be another opportunity My of
repentance after death," Isay to him: •
brother, what has that to do with you?
Don’t you realize that the man who
waits for another chance after death
when he has a good chance before death
is a stark fool? Had not you better take
the plank that is thrown to you now
and head for shore rather than wait for a
plank that may by invisible hands be thrown
to you after you are dead? Do a3 you for all please,
but as for myself, with and pardon all the joys of time my
sins offered me now, I instantly
and eternity offered me now, such
take rimm. rather than run tt\e risk of
ofher chance as wise men think they can peel
off or twist out of a Scripture centuries passage
that has for all the Christian
been interpreted another way.” You say, “I
do not like Princeton theology, or New
Haven theology, or Andover theology. I do
not ask you on board either of these great
men-of-war, their portholes flllfid with the
great siege guns of ecclesiastical battle, but
I do ask you to take the one plank of the
gospel that you do believe in and strike out
for the pearl strung beach of heaven.”
Says some other man, “I would attend to
religion if I was quite sure about the doc¬
trine of election and free agency, but that
mixes me all up.” Those things used to
bother me, but I have no myself, more “If perplexity I love
about them, for I say to
Christ and live a good, honest, useful life, I
I am elected to be saved, and if I do not
Jove Christ and live a bad life I will be
damned, and all the tneologioal sem¬
inaries of tho universe cannot make it
any different.” I floundered a long while
in the sea of sin and doubt, and it was as
rough as the Mediterranean on the four¬
teenth night, when they threw tha grain
overboard, but I saw there was meroy for a
sinner, and that plank I took, and I have
been warming myself by the bright fire on
the shore ever since.
While I am talking to another man about
his soul he tells me, “I do not become a
Christian because I do not believe there is
any hell at all.” Ah, don’t you? Do all the
people of all beliefs aud no belief at all, of
good morals and bad morals go straight to a
happy heaven? Do the holy and the de¬
bauched ha ve the same destination? At mid¬
night, in a hallway, the owner of a
house und a burglar meet, They both
fire, and both are wounded, and the but the
burglar dies in five minutes, Will owner the
of the house lives a week after.
burglar bo at the gate of heaven, waiting,
when the house owner comes in? Will the
debauchee and the libertine go right in
among the families of heaven? I wonder if
Herod is playing on the banks of the rivor
of life with the children he massacred. I
wonder if Charles Guiteau aud John Wilkes
Booth Hro up there shooting at a mark. I
do not now controvert it, although I must
say that for such a miserable heaven 3
have no admiration. But the Bible does no
say, “Believe in perdition and be saved.’
Because all are saved, according to your
theory, that ought not to keep you from lov¬
ing and serving Christ. Do not refuse to
oome ashore because all the others, accord¬
ing to your theory, are going to get shore.
You may have a different theory about chem¬
istry, about astronomy,about the atmosphere
from that which others adopt, but you are
not therefore hindered from action.
Because your theory of light is different
from others do not refuse to open your eyes.
Because your theory ot air is different you
do not refuse to breathe. Because your
theory about the stellar system, is different
you do not refuse to noknowledge the north
star. Why should the fact that your theolo¬
gical theories are different hinder you from
acting upon what you know? If you have
not a whole ship fastened in the theological
drydocks to bring you to wharfage, you have
at least a plank. “Some on broken pieces
of tho ship.”
goto your room, and all alone, with your
door looked, give your heart to God, and
join some church where the thermometer
nevor gets higher than fifty in the shade.
“But I do not believe in baDtism!" Como
in without it and settle that matter after¬
ward. “But there are so many in¬
consistent Christians!” Then come
in and show them by a good example
how professors should act. “But I don’t
believe in the Old Testament!” Then
oome iu on the Now. “But I don’t like the
book of Romans.” Then come in on Mat
thow or Luke. Refusing to come to Christ,
whom you admit to be the Saviour of the
lost, because you cannot admit other things,
you are like a man out therein that Mediter¬
ranean tempest and tossed in the Me lit a
breakers, refusing to come ashore until he
can mend the pieces of the broken ship. I
hear him say: "I won't go in on any of these
planks until I know in what part of the
ship they belong. When I can get the wind¬
lass iu the right place, and the sails set, and
tunt keel piece whero it belongs, and that
floor timber right, and the ropes untangled,
X will go ashore. I am nn old sailor, und
know all about ships for forty years, and as
soon as I can get the vessel afloat in good
shape I will come in.” A man drifting by on
a piece of wood overhears him and says: “You
will drown before you get that ship re¬
constructed. Better do as I am doing. I
know nothing about ships, and never I saw
one before I came on board this, and can¬
not swim a stroke, but I am going ashore on
this shivered timber.” The man in the
offing, while trying to mend his ship, goes
down. The man who trusted to the smashed plank
is saved. Oh, my brother, let your the bottom,
up system of theology go splintered to I
while you come in on a spar
“Some on broken pieces of the ship."
If you can believe nothing suffering, else, you for cer¬
tainly believe in vicarious you
see it almost every day in some shape. The
steamship Knickerbocker, of the Cromwell
line, running between New Orleans and New
York, was in great storms, and the captain
and crew saw the schooner Mary D. Cran
raer, of Philadelphia, in distress. The
weather cold, the waves mountain and high, four the
first officer of the steamship of men
put out iu a lifeboat to save tho crew the
schooner, and reached the vessel and
towed it out of danger, the wind shifting so
that the schooner was saved. But tho five
men of the steamship coming back, their
boat capsized, yet righted again and came
on, the sailors coated with Ice. The boat
capsized again, and three times upset and
was righted, and a line was thrown the poor
fellows, but their hands were frozen so they
could not grasp it, and a great wave rolled
over them, and they went down, never
to rise again till the sea gives up its
dead. Appreciate that heroism and seif
sacrifice of the brave fellows all who can,
and can we not appreciate the Christ who
put out into a more biting cold and into a
more overwhelming surge to bring us out of
infinite peril into everlasting safety? The
wave of human hate rolled over him from
one side ana the wave of hellish fury rolled
over him on the other side. Oh, the thick¬
ness of the night and the thunder of the
tempest into which Christ plunged for our
rescue!
Come in on the narrow beam of the cross.
Let all eise go an t cling to that: put that
under you. aud with til- earnestness of a
swimmer struggling for his Hie put out for
shore. There is a great warn lire of wel¬
come already built, and already many,
who were its far out as you are.
are standing iu its genial and
heavenly glow. The angels of God’s
rescue are wading out into the surf to clutch
your hand, and they know how
you are, and all the redeemed prodigals white oi
heaven are on the beach with new
robes to clothe all those who come in on
broken pieces of the ship.
My sympathies are for such all tne
more because I was naturally skeptical,
disposed to question everything about
this life and the next, and was in dan¬
ger of being farther out to sea than any
of the 276 in the Mediterranean break¬
ers, and I was sometimes the annoyance
of my theological professor because i
asked so many questions. But I came
in on a plank. I knew Christ was the Saviour
of sinners and that I was a sinner, and I got
ashore, and I do not propose to go out on
that sea again. I have not for thirty minutes
discussed the controverted points of theology
in thirty years, and during the rest of mv
life I do not propose to discuss them for
thirty seconds. to
I would rather in a mud scow try
weather the worst cyclone that ever swept
up from the Caribbean, than risk my immor¬
tal soul in useless and perilous discussions
in which some of my brethren in the minis¬
try are indulging. They remind me of a
company of sailors standing on the Rams¬
gate pier head, from which the lifeboats are
usually launched, and coolly discussing the
different styles of oarlocks and how
deep a boat ought to set in the water while a
hurricane is in full blast and there ore three
steamers crowded with passengers going muscles to
pieces in the offing. An old tar, the
of his face working with nervous excitement,
cries out: “This is no time to discuss such
things. Man the lifeboat! Who will volun¬
teer'! 1 Out with her into the surf! Pull, Now my
lads; puil for the wreck! Ha, ha!
we have them. Lift them in and lay them,
down on the bottom of the boat. Jack, flannels you
try to bring them to. Put these
around their heads and feet, and I Will pull
for the snore. God help me! There! Landed!
Huzza!” When there are so many struggling
in the waves of sin and sorrow and wretch¬
edness, let all else go but salvation for time
and salvation forever.
You admit you are all broken up, one de¬
cade of your iife gone by, two decades, three
decades, four decades, a half century,perhaps The
three-quarters of a century, gone. of
hour hand and the rnluuta hand your
clock oi life are almost parallel, and soon it
will bo 12 and your day ended. Clear dis¬
couraged, are you? I admit it is a sad thing
to give all of our lives that are w#rth. any¬
thing to sin and the devil ana then at
last make God a present of a first rate
corpse. But the past you cannot recover.
Get on board that old ship you never will.
Have you only one more year left, one day, more
month, one more week, one more one
more hour—come in on that. Perhaps out if
you get to heaven God may let you go
on some great mission to some other world,
where you can atone for your lack of ser¬
vice iu this.
From many a deathbed I have seen
the hands thrown up in deploration been
something like this: “My life has
wasted. I had good mental faenlties
and fine social position and great oppor¬
tunity, but through worldliness and neg
leot all has gone to wgete save these
few remaining hours. I now accept ot
Christ and shall enter heaven through
His mercy, but alas, alas, that when I might
have entered the haven of eternal rest with
a full cargo, and been greeted by the wav¬
ing hands of a multitude in whose salvation
I had borne a blessed part, I must confess I
now ehtpr the harbor of heaven on broken
pieces of the ship.”
THE AMERICAN APPLE.
It is Making Great Headway in European
Markets.
Reports coming to the State Department, that the
Washington, from Europe, show
American apple made an enormous market
for itself there last year. Frank Manson,
United States Consul-General at Frankfort,
declares that tho victory has been one of
superior quality rather than mere cheapness,
and says tho agricultural papers ofJGermany that less
make the astonishing statement no
than 6,000,009 double centners of our ap¬
ples—more than twenty times the import of
any previous season, came into Germany
last year. The Consul-General thinks this
gain of a great market may be made perma¬
nent if certain precautions, which he notes,
are observed by American shippers. the
Consul Monoghan at Chemnitz says
whole German Empire is alarmed at the
great apple imports. The keeping qualities
of the best American winter apples are sub¬
jects of astonishment to German growers,
who expressed incredulity when told a Bald¬
win would easily keep six months.
Even from England, where the American
apple is well known, comes words of sur
prise at the great volume of the imports of
American apples, and United States Consul
Meeker at Bradford sends extracts from
newspapers to show they were actually a
qhit on the market.
BANANA CROWING NOT A BONANZA.
A Consul in Honduras Answers Many
American Inquiries.
Banana growing in Honduras is not a
bonanza, says United States Consul Jarin
gan, at Utilla, a port of the Bay Islands.
The officer has been overwhelmed by letters
from people in the United States who, under
the impression that “the royal road to for¬
tune is the banana plantation,” The want consul to know
all about this industry. an
swered these letters until he exhausted his
own resources, no postage stamps being al¬
lowed bv the State Department for that ser¬
vice, and then wrote an official report to the
department describing all of the conditions
of banana culture in Honduras. His conclu¬
sion is that the idea of enormous profits is a
myth equallod only by the fabulous tales of
tho wealth of mineral ores that lie hidden
everywhere among the crags and cliffs of
tho Honduran coast.
A Remarkable Assertion.
General Master Workman Sovereign of the
the Knights of Labor has written a letter, in
which he says that revolutionary secret so
cieies are being formed to secure the alleged
rights of “the masses” by an appeal to arms.
No Picayune Place.
Prices are high at Johannesburg, South
Africa. The smallest coin is worth six cents,
and copper coin is unknown. Miners and
artisans receive from $5 to $7 a day, bak¬
ers §6.
East of tho '‘Unreconstructed.”
In the United States Senate a bill was
passed to remove the political disabilities of
Colonel D. E. Simms, of Kentucky, possibly
the last of tne “unreconstructed rebels.”
Au Oxford Professor Killed.
W. Wallace, M. A., professor of Oxford, moral
philosophy in the University of
Englaud, was killed by a fall front his bicy¬
cle which fractured his skull.
Protection Against Trade Hostility.
Chic tgo paeken?, exporters and provision
dealers h ive united in au association for self
protectien against European trade hostility.
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BARTOW SAGE AGREES WITH REED
U DEFENSE OF POE.
I DISCUSSION OF POEMS AND POETS.
Dr. Chivers, According to Best Authority,
Did Not Inspire “The Raven”—Better
From Mr. J. P. Graves.
If my good friend Wallace Reed had not
come forward as Poe’s defender, I should
have refrained from further mention of Dr.
Thomas Holley Chivers. It seemed to me
that enough had been written by outside
parties to provoke a clearer expose from his
kindred or more intimate friends.
There is still a shadow over his relations
to Edgar A. Poe. That they were personal
friends is proven, but as to who preceded in
that peculiar style of lyric poetry is not
proven.
I have an interesting letter from a cultur¬
ed old gentleman of College Park, Mr. James
P. Graves, father of John Temple Graves,
who says that while a college boy on his re¬
turn home to Washington, Wilkes county,
he visited Dr. Chivers and had a conversa¬
tion with him. He says;
“This conversation awakened in me the
liveliest interest. He spoke of an essay or
criticism he had just written for the South¬
ern Literary Messenger, of Richmond, insti¬
tuting a comparison of the literary merits of
the poets, Byron and Shelley. The impres¬
sion made on me was that it was a mastei
ful production. He spoke of liis ‘Lost
Pleiades’ and other poems; said he had just
received a letter from Poe, and I think he
read it to me, and he mentioned correspon¬
dence with other distinguished men of the
north.
“The picture given of him in the Consti¬
tution is most accurate. His complexion was
dark especially idea so under Chivers the eyes.
“The that Dr. inspired‘The
Raven’ or any way aided in its production
was not in that day entertained by any one
so far as I knew.
“Dr. Chiver’s style of talking was very
ornate, and he appeared and familiar with erudite the
arts and sciences to be a very
scholar. I used to wonder why he was not
more recognized by the learned of both
sexes, but supposed it was because he was
something of a recluse, and preferred to
revel in his own dreamy and poetical wealth
thoughts. There was no show of
about him, nor did he seem to care for any.
Long after that he removed to Decatur,
where he died and was buried. Mrs. Chi¬
vers was a cultured and most estimable
lady. For further information, I refer you
to Dr. F. T. Willis, of Richmond, Va., who
was a half brother to the late Samuel Bar¬
nett, of Washington, Ga., and also to Judge
William Reece and Rev. F. T. Simpson, of
Washington.” Dr. Chivers did not
So it seems that if
himself bring charges of plagarism against
Poe, but remained his friend and corres¬
pondent, the bill should be “nol prossed.”
More especially is this so since Mr. Graves,
himself then a young man of classical cul¬
ture and a contemporary, never heard of
such a charge, and Poe’s biographer in
Appleton makes mention of a iife of Poe
yet to be published that was written by Dr.
When I last wrote on this snbjeet it was
my impression that Dr. Chivers was Mr.
Poe’s senoir not only in years, but in poeti¬
cal work, and as they were bosom friends in
New York, that Poe drew his inspiration
from the doctor; but more mature reflection
satisfies me that Wallace Reed is right.
My wife says he is. She has but little
patience with people who seek to rob the
dead, or who destroy the idols of her youth.
Ever since she used to recite “William
Tell,” the hero of the lakes, as her Friday
evening speech at school she has been mad
with the man who first discovered that
there was no such hero, or if there was he
never shot an apple from off his boy’s head.
Poe was certainly a gifted genius, for his
prose is as marvelous as his poetry. Both
are artistic, ingenious, dreamy and of the
borders of fairy land. But they live in the
admiration more than in the heart. For
poems that charm our human nature and
linger in the soul of memory I would rather
read Goldsmith, Gray, Cowper, Coleridge,
Burns and Tom Hood than any others.
Byron’s are grand and stately in their
beauty, but do not melt down within us and
make us better, kinder and more loving.
The most beautiful lyric poem ever writ¬
ten is, I think, Coleridge’s “Genevieve.”
When I was a young man I read it with
supreme delight and it has not yet lost its
charm. My sympathy for love and lovers is
still alive and glowing and my soul is thrill¬
ed with ecstacy when I read how he won his
“bright and beauteous bride.” That poem
and Goldsmith’s “Hermit” I committed to
memory more than half a century ago and
I dearly love to recall them.
For solemn, serious meditation on the
vanity of earthly things there is no poem
equal to Gray's “Elegy.” leads all iu
For home and heart Burns
tenderness.
For exquisite pathos that appeals nothing to our the
charity and our pity there is in
English language so affecting as Hood's
•‘Song of the Shirt.”
On this side of the water we have some
few poets whose works have stood and will
continue to stand the test of time. Marco
Bozzaris is sublimity itself. In thought and
execution as a single poem it stands alone
and unrivaled. I would rather have com¬
posed it than to have been Wellington at
W aterloo.
Somehow I have no taste for poetry that
has to strain for language or that has to
hunt the dictionary for unusual or uncom¬
mon words, such as aiden, gloaming, sheen,
ete. Nor for poetry that has to strain for
rhymes, It reminds me of the freshman’s
first effort:
“Daddy built a well sweep.
The wind blew it down—sheep.”
The rhyme should be as natural 03 the
sentiment. handed
All of our best hymns have been
down to us from famous English authors.
With but a few exceptions there have been
none written within the century. Did these
old authors exhaust the field or has the
spirit of sacred poetry departed? M ho
writes a hymu now. But even some of these
old popular English hymns are quite faulty
or unfortunate in expression. W hen I was
a hoy I used to hear “Come thou fount of
every blessing” sung very often in our
church and I got the idea into my head that
angels’ tongues were made of tire, for the
hymn says, “Sung by flaming tongues
above.” I did not like that nor do I like it
yet. That kind of music is a little too hot
for mortals to appreciate and adds nothing
to the attractiveness of heaven.
I reckon I am hypercritical about such
things, but I can't help it. Mhen the
smiles in verse are unnatural they distress
me. As much as I admire Longfellow I
have never been reconciled to the lines:
ness might intoaUo^mo wellha^e 5 iff, Lw ?-K fal lin 2 '^ 0 f da
as ait aga
horrid. m his flight,” The and tW J & t0 ® hav a; '«a "^
thing and shrouds coming of f? ne is
horizon, but the failing earth of* om ho -' >W a ■!
from the Uttlf
a bird is a very th Slray feati “
for a comparison. fi ut iv t i itt
to find fault with a poet koii i: is m- :
beautiful Sometimes poems. change I wj mi ,?J y rote .^minatinj 80 ^
a of ?bH^
down suddenly from the s S l °* n ;
ulous. Webster's last ™ e to the m
knew pered, undertook “I still live," btrt ^A Were Ullg maa ^
“Boys, I’m to yeV” repeat th» and
nity disappeared— not dead an, i f sai
Bill 4.bp P w ■Atlanta Jesoi ' :
stitution. ’‘ a t Co
Holidays the World Over,
were highest England anfth^hou^^ofTabol and France S
two countries w' a
in which wages £
smallest and the hours of labor "j
est were Italy and Russia. In
countries of the apparent of the dearth world an explana E0 il
industry of progres ? s
be among the inhabitants
found, perhaps, in the recurrence J
holidays of a religious, patriotic tJ 3
purely social character, and many
sons who are familiar with the nth
trial and Central usages America in some cities of SouJ
number of holidays say that there ^ t«
seems to exceed
number of working days. There are 1
a some dozen countries church usually festivals; not fewer tfcj
and there similJ al
besides patriotic festivals. A
state of affairs exists in all Latin cod
tries. Deducting the Sundays and hoi
the days, United the number of working days gd I
States, exclusive of the "l
states, is 305. In Russia there are
working days; Great Britain has °l| d
Portugal, 2S3; Spain, 290; Austria, Brazj
Italy, 298; Bavaria, Belgium and Nonva]
300 each; Denmark, France,
Saxony, Switzerland and WurtemburJ Irl
302 each; Sweden, 304; Prussia and
land, 305; the Netherlands, 308; Hul
gary, 312. gj
It has been found impossible to
any accurate figures from the Soul
American countries, but 200 is ta
maximum estimate of actual course,] workia
days in many of them. Of
the number of Sundays be subtract! ini
from the total number of day* one-thil
year there are left 313, and if
of the other days available for wol it]
are set apart for holiday purposes
perfectly be than clear 200 why working there should days in] r.|
more ]
year. In Anglo-Saxon countries and
the working United States has the been special not to effort reduj ]
men I
the days of labor, hut the hours
labor been within in each the day, last and twenty thus there years] hj
larger reduction, really, of workia
time Britain in the than United in the States Latin and or in Latij Grej
American countries.—Detroit Frj
Press.
A Plethora of Diamonds. -
“It is no secret that the supply of da
monds is more than the value demand of the at dl t]
present commercial recenl
mond,” said a mining engineer
returned from Kimberley, South AfriJ
to a Philadelphia correspondent, “al
millions of cut and uncur. stones J
kept back in the great steel which, vaults] if 11
the diamond companies, flood tl
on the market to-day, would
world with precious stones that uoil
soon cease to be precious. I
“If the hoarded treasures ot the feci
African Mining Company were mill
criminately shipped to England, Rusa
or the United States, the standard prl
of the diamond per karat would §
crease 80 per cent. The marketing oil
entire product of the diamond fieWsl
the world, Brazil, Austria, South M
rica and make India, diamonds at the almost present as J] • j
would big sjn
as rhinestones. As the according . 1
knows this, it is acting
White and D bl
come particularly cumin O i, but the
diamond is bound to maintain
value for all time, owing to its scare
and extreme beauty. That u-,
unless some volcanic upheaval ?
up hidden strata of the “•“*
mother rock containing these al ^
priceless specimens of cry stall,
bon. the output of j
“In South Africa sc^ -j
diamond mines is earefully be j
and a bond syndicates or agreement that exists tae
the great the em “ d
shall not exceed able,toLjmtins o -
means they are without g « J
at a fair price stones u- 3 1
market. The uncut ,j» ; •
away in immense fire and ur ® J
vaults that are careiull peeping!
quantity are prevai.s fer J
perfect system .
of each P 2I 5
the supply without exceeding- \ .
quantity
The Trans Siberian Road.
Petersburg annoifl]
St. Raihja- Will
that the Siberian ^ , f ffle3
pleted by Jan. inf ; n line w...
money can do it- Thi3 pr ojc-.
over 4.T00 miles Ion s .
abfut begun 1,500 in the mt fP es ri °f have ? bee b een ’
construction. 70.000 men ""ft will territory. terminal
Arthur, on Chines
n *
During the station- J 28 .*
of mountain rl I
have been esm
purposes parts of the
ous
Wragge, ibser'
Ben Nevis. lbe u | ring to
Britain, is endeavon for the _ r ,
similar institution Wellington, nea. **
Mount This post i- tha
Tasmania- f 250 feet jower *'
• -
high. Ne cr But Mr. - a 53
Ben ,!* S ; ether c
eventually to o see - 4u«t: o ~
heightsI in a
such whmh ha 2 ^
Cork, Ke!v ^ d P
feet distinguished . Lord ^
- t v appr®
expresses a _
have
idea.