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9t. Anthony’* Brratl Charles Robinson contributes an article to the September number of the North American Review about the remarkable charitable project known as “St. An thony’s Bread,” which bids fair to do more toward bringing about a solution of the Social Problem In France than all the congresses and conferences that have been held and all the books and articles that have been written with that end in view. This charitable movement, though started less than three years ago, ‘‘in the back room of a small store on a side street In Toulon, ' is rapidly assuming the propor lions of an international economic move n ’* n < ' TJ oimMM 5 t!l “n,sr‘?i: i Anthony’s Bread” comprises not only food hut also clothing and medical attendance; everything, in fact, necessary for the re lief of the poor in general, and of the sick and afflicted poor in particular, for its directors wisely hold that with this class one should always ‘‘make the good God visible. ’ They ascertain the names of the laborers In the various parishes who are out of employment, and he!p them to Sous Organs be°ne k f q o U r wantT^ gfous bebef are sem to school; the aged, the blind the deaf ami dumb are all placed in special establishments; letters are writ ten for those who are themselves unable to write, and advice procured from either doctor the deserving or lawyer poor when are thin* sougnt ^hUc out and all their wants supplied, professional beggars are tracked out and exposed. The writer of this article describe* having wit nessed the workings of “St. Anthony’s Bread in the “to«.ghe-t” quarters In Paris, and declares that he discussed its various phases with Frenchmen of every shade of belief, all of whom with one ac cord proclaim its promoters as the nation’s benefactors. "Indeed,” he says, “It will Vie surprising if ’St. Anthony’s Bread’ does not result In the complete regeneration of the French working classes—and if of these, witty not of the working classes of all Europe and beyond? For the scope of St. Anthony’s Bread” Is no longer con ftned to France As at the start it spread from town to town throughout France, so is it now spreading from country to country throughout the world. It Is In terestlng to learn that this great work Is to be Introduced Into the United States The result wHl it- p i 1 / w 1 , ORIOLES AND SPIDERS. Arck-nml-Ncck Struggle Fop the Coveted Ranting;. The closing series for the National League baseball championship Is, with the exception of the International yacht races, the one theme of discussion Just now all over the East and West. The Orioles are occupying the top round of the ladder by a narrow mar¬ gin of nineteen points, and should they lose today’s and Tuesday’s games to the Spiders, their average would dwin¬ dle down to 640, and Capt. Tebeau’s men would have a percentage of .689 to their credit. Each team has fifteen games to play after the present series Is over. Of these fifteen games each club has nine abroad, and six on the home grounds. With such equal con¬ ditions It is quite likely that the final result will hinge directly on the result of the present Baltlmore-Cleve land series. If the Arioles win the re¬ maining two games, their percentage will rise to .668, and the Spiders will be ten points below their present aver¬ age. On the other hand if the teams split even, Baltimore will average .664 and Cleveland .636. Of the remaining games that the two clubs will have to play the Orioles have by far the hardest work cut out for them. The Easterners will have three games each with Boston, Brook lyn, and New York, away from home and a series of three each with Phlla- i delphia and Brooklyn at home. The Spiders, on the other hand, will have two series abroad with the tall-enders, 8t. Louis and Louisville, and their other series will be with Connie Mack's disorganised “Pirates.” At home they will have Cincinnati and Chicago. Taking a rough average from previous series with the above dubs, Baltimore ought to win ten out of the fifteen, and Cleveland should only score nine vic¬ tories. Should thlB prove true, and should Cleveland at the same time de feat the Orioles In the next two games, the Eastern club would still win by nine points. If the Spiders should de¬ feat the Orioles and win all the fifteen remaining games Manager Hanlon's men could lose three of their games and still win by six points.—Washing¬ ton Poet. . EAR 1*1141!' NK W IN NEW ZEALAND. _ Th<- Ni<»Mt Severe siiocix Felt In Nine Y< ‘ ,,r " Vancouver, B. C.. Sept. 15.—The steamer Miowara, from Sydney, ar rived yesterday. She brings news of a severe earthquake in New Zealand. At Tuapo, nearly every chimney was over- j tin-own and houses swayed violently, The inhabitants were greatly alarmed, and camped out all night. The road from l’uapo to Kaunub has been com pletely blocked by landslides, It was j the most severe shock since the Taraw era eruption nine years ago. Why Limit It To France? ™ „ S _ NPW Tork WorId . is not f limited to France: j The Parisian police are active in their | attempts to arrest the miscreants’ who sent Rothschild. the Infernal machine to Baron de j They have reason to be. Baron de Rothschild Is the real king of France, and those who make murderous attempts on his life commit the highest of high treason. Is not BaTon Rothscihlld king of the United Shiites, the same as France? Is not The World one of his subject*? That is, does not the World insist that the financial policy of the United States, which the infernal machine Baron mark¬ ed out. must be adhered to or we shall all go to the dogs: that for us to use the mines which the good God put in our hills and which would enable us to double the money of this country In a A DAY WITH O QTTPi-lPN 1 Ll n Lll . BEV DR. TALMAGE PRESENTS FIVE LIVING PICT! Pi’s. STEPHEN GAZING INTO HEAVEN— ___ STEPHEN . LOOKING nftKI . r AT , T rHRIST CHRIST. - «.ph.n in HI. D,ln« Prnp.r-8l.nh efl * , " , ecl „ , ‘ \ f , u - York ’ Sept 15.—Tn his sermon ’ for today Rev. - Ur. T 1.1 , .g. has rhoson theme as picturesque ' as it is spiritual / lns[)irinc p H e groups ‘ his discourse >nto Five Pictures „ The text t selected electe a was, Behold I see the heavens opened. -Acts vii, 56-60. Ste,>hen had be *“ nemdeTouW Tot mg . sermon and . the P^p e could not stand it. They resolved to do as men sometimes would like to do in this day, if they dared, with some plain preacher of righteousness-kill him. The only tQ thig man waS to knock the breath out of him. « ho they t u 0V rus rusneti hed Stephen out of the gates of the city, an ,) with curse and whoop and bellow thpy hrough t him to the cliff, as was CU8tom whftn tb e y wanted to take away life by stoning. f Having hroueht brougnt him to the edge of the cliff, they push Pf ] him off. After he had fallen they came and looked down, and seeing that he was not yet dead they began to drop . stone. stones upon him, stone after Amid this horrible rain of missiles Stephen clambers up on his knees and foldg bis ban( j s , while the blood drips hig 1 , and th lookin g up, . makes _ for - him. he two , prayers, one „ and one for his murderers. “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit,” that was for himself. ..j j0r , 3 i i ay not this sin to their charge,” ^ wftg f<M . h}g murderer8 . Then. j rom pa j n and j oss 0 j b ] 00 ^ i be swooned away and fell asleep. T want to show you today five pict¬ ures—Stephen gazing into heaven, Steph¬ en looking at Christ, Stephen stoned. Stephen in his dying prayer, Stephen asleep. Stephen Looking Into Heaven. First look at Stephen gazing into heav en. Before you take a leap you want to know where you are going to land. Be¬ fore you climb a ladder you want to know to what point the ladder reaches. And it was right that Stephen, within a few’ moments of heaven, should be gazing into it. We would all do well to be found in the same posture. There Is enough in heaven to keep us gazing. A man of large wealth may have statu¬ ary in the hall, and paintings in the sit¬ ting room, and works of art in all parts of the house, but he has the chief pic¬ tures in the art gallery, and there hour after hour you walk with catalogue and glass and ever increasing admiration. Well, heaven is the gallery where God has gathered the chief treasures of his realm. The whole universe is his pal¬ ace. Tn this lower room where we stop there are many adornments, tessellated floor of amethyst, and on the winding cloud stairs are stretched out canvases on which commingle azure and purple and saffron and gold. But heaven is the gallery in which the chief glories are gathered. There are the brightest robes. There are the richest crowns, There are the highest exhilarations. St, John says of it, “The kings of the earth shall bring their honor and glory into it.” And I see the procession forming, and in the lino come all empires, and the stars spring up into an arch for the hosts to march under. They keep step to the sound of earthquake and the pitch of avalanche from the mountains, and the flag they bear is the flame of a consuming world, and all heaven turns out with harps and trumpets and myriad voiced acclamation ol angelic dominions to welcome them in, and so the kings of the earth bring their honor and glory into it. Do yon wonder that good peo¬ ple often stand, like Stephen, looking into heaven? We have many friends there. There is not a man here so isolated in life but there is some one in heaven with whom he once shook hands. As a nian ffets older, the number of his ce lestial acquaintances very rapidly multl plies. We have not had one glimpse of them since the night we kissed them goodby and they went away, but still we stand gazing at heaven. As when some of our friends go across the sea we stand on the dock or on the steam tug and watch them, and after awhile the hulk of the vessel disappears, and then there is only a patch of sail on the sky, and soon that is gone, and they are all out of sight, and yet we stand looking in the same direction, so when our friends go away from us into the future world we keep looking down through the Narrows and gazing and gazing as though we expected that they would come out and stand on some , , and . us one .. of „ their . blissful and transfigured faces, While you long to join their compan¬ ionship, and the years and the days go with such tedium that they break your heart, and the vipers of pain and sorrow and bereavement keep gnawing at your vitals, you will stand, like Stephen, gazing into heaven. You won¬ der if they have changed since yon saw them last. You wonder if they would recognize your face now, so changed has it been with trouble. You wonder if, amid the myriad delights they have, they care as much for you as they used to when they gave you a helping hand and put their shoulders under your bur dens. You wonder if they look any older, and sometimes in the evening t ’ de ' wben tbe bouse * s ab quiet, you wonder if you should call them by tlieir ! 'first name if they would not answer, and perhaps sometimes you do make the experiment, and when no one but God and yourself are there you distinctly cull their names and listen and sit gazing into hear n. Looking Ijion riirlut. p ags 0Q now and see Stephen look _ in(? upon chrigt My text sayg he saw Son of >lan .1 Ihe ri*ht hand of God. Ju.t ho,v OhriM looked In thi. world, just how he looks in heaven, we ; cannot sav. The painters of the differ ont ages have tried to imagine the fea turps tures of of Christ Ohrist and and nut put them them nnon upon can can but we Wl11 have wait until with our own eyes we see him and with our ^ earg W(J can hear him And ™ ^ ^ pi him and bear hi I ha ye to tdl you that ’ ltlle8S J™ and hear Christ on earth, ^ wffl ^ gep an(] hear h - m5 . n heaven _ . . J re he is. , Behold the , Lamb , ■ ,T ° d ’ y ° u not Boe hun? Then I^ay to God to take the scales off your e y es - Look that way—try ' to look that - „ J - 1 y—comes down to the blindest, « he deafest soul, saying. Look unto Qe ’ a,l ye enda the earth and be ye save o. for I am God, ’ and there is none ^ „ p , t - f ; , pm .,_ . .. . ,. , , } iaost of ail the slaves. d-s J.ell htstory me, ye what who wor and the forlorn ^ r I?! tbe thC wretched, a A an d and a the outcast wnnrLf, S1 ^ ^ On, Oh wonderful invitation! You can ( take .i.. j, it , today j and . stand . , at ... the , head _ of (hr, the darkest alley „n__• tn all n .l. this city, and j # say: cav Lome! ru (Jlothes rh Ihron" t for your rags, ^ »1ve to, re. sores, , (», eternal reigning.” A Christ that talks like that and acts like that and pardons uir* like that—do you wonder _ * that ,, . Stephen , F stood looking i* . at . » him? • g\ ▼ I hope to spend eternity doing i • x, the same thing. ... T I must see him, I must look upon that face radLt thlt with ™ r ^ J r S,D . V , b T , fT Sactles ouch I hand w fl nt tn Lav°the p d vnf vol oe Zl a nronounced mv di d e,, li 7 ^ ra T h m lRtle cHld veal ro n a’nd y0U Z ° three-score hreo ™ years and t ten you will see none so fair. Behold him, ye aged ones, for he only can shine through the dim¬ ness of your failing eyesight. Behold him, earth. Behold him, heaven. What a moment when all the nations of the saved shall gather around Christ, all faces that way, all thrones that way, gazing on .Testis! His worth if all the nations knew Sure the whole eartli would love him too. i Stoned. 1 pass on now and look at Stephen stoned. The world has always wanted to get rid of good men. Their very life is an assault upon wickedness. Out with Stephen through the gate^of the city. Down with him over the preci¬ pices. Let every man come up and drop a stone upon his head. But these men did not so much kill Stephen as they killed themselves. Every stone re¬ bounded upon them. While these mur¬ derers are transfixed by the scorn of all good men Stephen lives in the admira¬ tion of all Christendom. Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive. So all good men must be pelted. “All who will live godly in Christ Jesus must suffer per¬ secution.” It is no eulogy of a man to say that everybody likes him. Show me any’ ni:e who is doing all his duty to State or church, and I will show you scores of men who utterly abhor him. If all men speak well of you, it Is because you are either a laggard or a dolt. If a steamer makes rapid progress through the waves, the water will boil and foam all around it. Brave soldiers of Jesus Christ will hear the carbines click. When I see a man with a voice and money and influence all on the right side, and some caricature him, and some sneer at him, and some denounce him, and men who pretend to be actuated by right motives conspire to cripple him, to cast him out, to destroy him, I say. “Stephen stoned.” When I see a man in some great mor¬ al or religious reform battle against grogshops, exposing wickedness in high places, by active means trying to purify the church and better the world’s estate, and I find that the newspapers anathe¬ matize him, and men, even good men, oppose him and denounce him, because, though he does good, he does not do it in their way, I say, “Stephen stoned.” But you notice, my friends, that while they assaulted Stephen they did not succeed really in killing him. You may assault a good man, but you cannot kill him. On the day of his death, Stephen spoke before a few people in the sanhe¬ drin; this Sabbath morning he addresses all Christendom. Paul the apostle stood on Ware hill addressing a handful of philosophers who knew not so much about science as a modern school-girl. Today he talks to all the millions of Christendom about the wonders of jus¬ tification and the glories of resurrection. John Wesley was howled down by the mob to whom he preached, and they threw bricks at him, and they de¬ nounced him, and they jostled him, and they spat upon him. and yet today, in all lands, he is admired to be the great father of Methodism. Booth’s bullet vacated the Presidential chair, but from that spot of coagulated blood on the floor in the box of Ford’s theater there sprang up the new life of a na- tion. Stephen stoned but Stephen alive, A Dyla-at Prayer. Pass on now and see Stephen in his dying prayer. His first thought was no t how the stones hurt his head nor what would become of his body His fi rs t thought was about his spirit, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” The murderer standing on the trapdoor, the b i ack cap being drawn over his head before the execution, may grimace about the future, but you and I have no shame in . confessing . some anxiety about where we are going to come out. You »""">■ "J I 1 nee it • IIteam lhe ™ from » withi your » r™ t0(iav - and T ^ ee irradiating your countenance. Sometimes T am abashed before an audience ’ not because I come under your physical eyesight, but be before realize *he fmmor truth that sp I stand “ e “ M so “ manv ™ Z immortal al spirits. rite The The probability is that your body will at last find a sepulcher in some of the cemete ries that sl,rr0Und this c5ty ’ There is ™ doubt bu * that obsequies will be decent + and respectful, and you will be able to pillow your head under the maple, or the Norway spruce, or the cy press, or the blossoming fir, but this spirit about w hi c h Stephen prayed, what direction will that take? What s ide will escort it/ What gate will open to receive it? What cloud will be cleft for Us patbway ? After it has got beyond the light of our sun will there be torches %hted for it the rest of the way? w?11 Wdl the sonI have to travel + through , long deserts before it reaches the good , and? Jf wp gl)oll j d ]ose our pa th wa v, wj]1 there b a castle at who8e te we may ask thp way tbe Oh, this mysterious gpirit within us! It has two wings, but it is in a cage ^ now. It is , locked , , fast . . to . keep , .. it, but . , let . the .. door °r Hus cage open the 1 least, and . that .. ^ soul , ■ off. -m Eagle i , • could ,, not catch is s wing -r mv . • , ... ? ' When the soul . 3 tb , .. Vi . b Douna. And And hs have I no anxiety Tr about h , :*•> itr rjn^ Have you no anxiety . , about . . it? J T l no not care __ what vou do , with ... mv ^ ^ my soul is gone or whether you believe . cremation inhumation. ^ in ___ or 1 shaI1 sl «ep just as well in a wrap pins of sa ^'"th as in satin lined with ■ But my soul-before 1 close this discourse I will find out where lt wlU ,and Thank God for the intl ' of my ^ xt ’ that when we die Je8US takes ns . That answers all ques¬ tions for me. What though there were massive bars between here and the City of Light, Jesus could remove them. What though there were great Sahara s of darkness, Jesus could illume them. What though I get weary on the way, Christ could lift me on his omnipotent shoulder. What though there were chasms to cross, ’ is hand could trans port me. Then let Stephen’s prayer be my dying litany, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” It may be in that hour we will be too feeble te say a long prayer. Tt may be in that hour we will not be able to say the Lord’s Prayer, for it has seven petitions. Perhaps we may be too feeble even to say the infant prayer our mothers taught us, which John Quincy Adams, 70 years of age, said every night when he put his head upon his pillow: Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. We may be too feeble to employ either of these familiar forms, but this prayer of Stephen is so short, is so concise, is so earnest, is so comprehensive, we sure¬ ly will be able to say that “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Oh, if that prayer is answered, how sweet it will be to die! This world is clever enough to us. Per¬ haps it has treated ns a great deal bet¬ ter than we deserved to be treated, bnt if on the dying pillow there shall break the light of that better world we shall have no more regret than about leaving a small, dark, damp house for one large, beautiful and capacious. That dying minister in Philadelphia some years ago beautifully depicted it when in the last moment he threw up his hands and cried out, “I move into the light!” Asleep. Pass on now, and I will show you one more picture, and that is Stephen asleep. With a pathos and simplicity peculiar to the Scriptures, the text says of Stephen, “He fell asleep.” “Oh,” you say, “what a place that was to sleep! A hard rock under him, stones falling down upon him, the blood streaming, the mob howl¬ ing. What a place it was to sleep!” And yet my text takes that symbol of slumber to describe his departure, so sweet was it, so contented was it, so peaceful was it. Stephen had lived a very laborious life. His chief work had been to care for the poor. How many loaves of bread he had distributed, how many bare feet he had sandaled, how many’ cots of sickness and distress he had blessed with ministries of kindness and love, I do not know. Yet from vhe way he lived, and the way he preached, and the way he died, I know he was a laborious Christian. But that is all over now. He has pressed the cup to the last fainting lip. He has taken the last insult from his enemies. The last stone to whose crushing weight he is susceptible has been hurled. Stephen is dead! The disciples come! They take him up! They wash away the blood from the wounds. They straighten out the bruised limbs, They brush back the tangled hair from the brow, and then they pass around to look upon the calm countenance of him who had lived for the poor and died for the truth. Stephen asleep! I have seen the sea driven with the hurricane until the tangled foam caught in the rigging, and wave rising above wave seemed as if about t( ) storm heavens, and then I hay th. e seen the letup. ! *' s * ar °P, and the waves crouch i everything become smooth and bur ' v, Ud as though a camping place for the el ' ,,f heaven. So I have ’° t Iie ■ * whose life has seen a inaa, been tossed and drnen coming down at last to an infinite bl wb ich there was a hush of heaven's calm, lullaby. Stephen asleep! 1 saw such a one. He fought all days against poverty and against b » They traduced his ah Me name. They J■!? at the doorknob while he was dvi ne duns for debts he could not pay' peace of God brooded piii yet th over his ow sod while the world faded, heaven d« and the deepening twilight ,^“ w - M night was only the of 1 / ! heaven's opening twil lg a t ° £ morn. Not a sigh. Not a 'eat. Not a struggle. Hush! «. Stephen . asleep 1 have not the faculty is many have to tell the weather, I can never by the setting sun whether ther tell a drouth not. T I e win be or cannot tell bv the blowing of the wind whether it W i U he fair weather or foul on the morrow R I can prophesy, and I will "* what weather it will be p ro „ he when ’ Christian, to die. you fh ^ come You mav h ^ it very rough now. It may be this week one annoyance, the next another annoyance. It may be this ve ar bereavement, the next another - one meat. But at the last Christ bereave in aud darkness will come will go out. •^■nd though there may be no hand to close eyes and no breast which your on to rest you dying head, and no candle to lift night, the odors of God’s hanging gar den will regale your soul and No bedside more will rents halt to the chariots of the line pay, no more agouy because flour has gone up, no more strue gle with “the world, the flesh and the devil,” but peace—long, deep, everlasting peace. Stephen asleep! * Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, From which none ever wake to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Uninjured by the last of foes.’ Asleep in Jesus, far from thee Thy kindred and thy graves may be, But there is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wake to weep. You have seen enough for one day No one can successfully examine mote than five pictures in a day. Therefore we stop, having seen this cluster of di¬ vine Raphaels—Stephen gazing j nto heaven, Stephen looking at Christ, Steph¬ en stoned, Stephen in his dying prayer Stephen asleep. THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION. The Proceeding* Were Only of • Routine Character. By Southern Associated Press. Columbia, S. C., Sept, li The Con¬ stitutional convention was in session only an hour and a half today, and there was nothing of interest in the proceedings, most of the work wa« merely of a routine char acter, no end of new ot dinances were introduced, and pro¬ vision was made after a wrangle for the establishment of rather a unique engrossing department. T. E. Miller, the colored congressman of a few years ago, presented a contest on behalf of a negro delegation from Williamsburg county, referred to the committee on suffrage. Col. Robt. Aldrich intro¬ duced a complete constitution which was referred. It is intended to pre¬ vent negroes from even holding an of¬ fice in the State, An anti-divorce or dinance was also introduced, an im¬ portant ordinance was also presented looking to the preventing of railroad corporations from securing control ot parallel and competing lines. Gov. Tillman introduced an ordi¬ nance providing for the establishment of a new county, to be known as Man Gary county, in memory of Gen. Mart Gary. After the adjournment, the whole body was photographed by Artist Reckling in front of the Capitol. Mrs. Virginia Durrant Young, president of the State Equal Rights Association, arrived today. Mrs. Clay, the Kentucky suffragist will arrive on Sunday. All committees expect to get to work this afternoon. The Bondage of the Treasury. T,he Treasury gold reserve is again be¬ low the hundred million mark. Every, body is waiting to know what the syndi¬ cate bankers are going to do about it. This is an extraordinary spectacle and one humiliating to every citizen. But it to control the exchange market as they please. They have made an enormous profit upon one bond issue with a grand¬ motherly protective founction attached. Why should they not now proceed to com¬ pel another bond issue and secure an equally profitable guardianship of th* Treasury for another term? They have shown that they can arbi¬ trarily keep the rate of exchange above the gold-shipping point. When the period expires during which they had agreed to protect the reserve, they have only to keep up the price of sterling bills in order to run the reserve down to a point where the Treasury will have to invoke their protection again and purchase it at an extravagant price. Is it not time for statesmanship to de¬ vise some way of rendering the Treasury independent of such tutelage and enough pro¬ tection? Is there not intellect in the administration to set the Treasury free from this shameful bondage to bank¬ ers, this abject subjection to specula¬ tors? Is the Governernment to be “helu up” again?—New York World. Broad Hint. “Sis’ll be down pretty soon,” said John ny to young Mr. Hankinson. “It always takes her a long time to put on her good clothes." There was a brief silence. It was brok¬ en by Johnny: good “Some people think candy ain't for little boys. It don’t never hurt me¬ lt sticks right to my lungs and makes me grow.”—Chicago Tribune.