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ttilKN' you ARE old
.... ar p old. and 7 am passed away—
iul vour face, your golden face, is
Passed- lIU J
. h-ite'or the end, this dream of
1 think
,t you. a friendly star will shine
p°"vn ' ' dun slope where still you stum
ri'n- it he: that no dead yesterday,
v, Jul-eved ghost, but generous and gay,
v \ -■ \e you memories like almighty
wine.
When you are old.
hcirt it shall be so. Under the sway
W , the past’s enormous disarray
O' V , vd and dark. Yet though there
LlSs ' ur- no sign .
n ,vell pleased; immortal and divine,
W*’, 11" still tend .you, as God’s angels
\\ hen you are old.
—William Ernest Henley.
TUCILE'S DIARY
5 she is Providentially Provided
With a Smart Farasol.
Father gave me $5 a few days ago
to buy a birthday present for Cousin
Fannie.
“I want every one in the family to
remember her generously this year,”
he said, “for she is such a jewel. If
it weren’t for her faithful services I
don’t see how we could ever run the
house As you usually seem to have
difficulty in making your allowance
cover your expenses I’m glad to con
tribute a little toward your gift for
her.”
I had a great deal of difficulty find
ing anything very nice for $5. I
didn’t feel that I could afford to
spend any of my own money, for I
nee d so many new things this au
tumn, but I knew father expected me
to give her something handsome, so
I looked about until I was quite worn
out.
Sometimes I think the custom of
celebrating birthday anniversaries is
quite foolish and childish. One
would fancy, for example, that a
woman of Cousin Fannie’s age would
be glad to let the years go by un
noted. On the contrary, she is as
pleased as a little girl when she finds
her breakfast plate heaped with pres
ents.
At last I selected a parasol which,
on account of the lateness of the sea
son, had been greatly reduced in
price. It was a beauty.
The very day that I bought it Ma
rian Lewis telephoned me that she
was having an impromptu afternoon
tea. She said several people had
dropped in unexpectedly and she
wanted me to come right over and
help her entertain them. After I
had put on my white embroidered
Swiss frock I couldn’t resist trying
the effect of that parasol with my
costume. It gave such a lovely fin
ing touch that of course I decided
to carry it. .
I knew I looked rather well, for
Marian whispered as she greeted me:
“How awfully grand you are, Lu
cile! You’re dressed as elaborately
as if we were having a real party.”
I always like to compliment my
hostess by being as well dressed as I
can, I answered, looking at the plain
lawn gown she was wearing.
oil know I didn’t invite any of
the others. They all just happened
in, except you,” she said, fussily
smoothing some of the wrinkles in
her skirt.
I think inexpensive little frocks
suit you, Marian,” I remarked kind
-I}’, but she did not seem pleased.
I glad to find that John Bruce
there with his runabout, for I
didn t feel in the least like walking
home. Ihe tea was rather a stupid
ahair and, like all dull things, made
my head ache. After I had been
there a half hour or so I told John
at I really felt too badly to remain
a ml he insisted upon taking me home.
Marian seemed quite hurt at my
early departure, but I felt that I sim
h t c °uld not sacrifice myself on the
ahar of friendship any further. I
certainly owe it to my family to keep
V)l’ an(l m y temperament is so sen-
S‘ti\e that there is nothing makes my
mad ache so quickly as being bored.
1 in the automobile I began to
teel very much better. *
Motoring is the best cure for all
Is , I said, as we whirled down the
on evard. “Such an exhilarating
* ’ as his blows away every ache
nc i )am - 1 almost wish it wasn’t
su ch a short distance home.”
Ingoing to take you for a spin,
UCI e> John said determinedly. “I
te JOU need the fresh air.”
1 laughingly protested that I ought
dinri! 1 nie I should be late for
Bother dinner,” said John. “Why,
try°! 1 ?ay so we ’ll dine at the coun
pj‘ e e can telephone your peo-
J„ lovc country club dinners. I felt
thf, f ' >im °rtable, too, as, sitting on
th ' eranda , I kept off the rays of
Pam • • ing sun w *th the lavender
and i 1 noticed that its beauty
tenti tj ’ a ttracted considerable at
aufn S r ' r , ,1 . ! 1 n was helping me into the
h ,2 , When were starting
?■; lie cr ied out:
f oxv !!,’ *“ ucile - I’ve dropped that
haiTi U - ,lmlJrella y°ur’s and the
dadlß s broken.”
ed Hr’ <lear ’” 1 si ghed. Then I add
al] 1 -easantly, “it doesn’t matter at
II dlThv and° es '” said John - “I know
have it ' , tone of yoiir voice. I’ll
ter the, lll0nde( i so that it will be bet
t° hav! U new# blow would you like
gold >,,* i° ,ir name engraved on the
bits of 1 - C 1 w ill hold those brdkem
‘*Th t V ° ry toseth evV’
with v ' ollld b e lovely,” I answered
I kn r 1 UCil enthu siasm as possible.
u would have made John
feel very uncomfortable if I had told
him that the parasol was intended
for a gift for Cousin Fannie, and I
am glad that I had the tact to say
nothing about It. Thinking it over
afterward I decided that it was really
too frivolous and showy for dear Cou
sin Fannie s quiet, sober taste, any
way.
Father and mother appeared rath
er surprised when they saw the dark
gray gloves I added to Cousin Fan
nie’s birthday gifts. They were
gloves that Aunt Rachel brought me
from New York several months ago,
and they were quite too old-ladyish
for me. Aunt Rachel never does
make appropriate gifts.
The gloves were much more suit
able for Cousin Fannie than for me.
Even if they are a trifle snag for her
I am sure she ought not to mind hav
ing her hands squeezed into such
really attractive gloves.
I hope we shall have a lot of fine
weather this fall, so I can get a great
deal of use out of my parasol. The
gold band engraved with my name is
simply stunning.—Chicago News.
Mysterious Monuments
of France
By FRANK PRESBREY.
When we left Yannes we went by
the most direct road to Auray, about
a half hour’s run, and there turned
southwest toward Carnac down by
the coast which we reached about
an hour after leaving Vannes. We
were eager to see the Druidical mon
uments known as Menhirs and Dol
mens, the great stones of mythologi
cal age. These and the Giant’s
Causeway, w r hich we visited later in
Ireland, are two of the most wonder
ful things in the world—one cre
ated by man and the other a crea
tion of nature. The hotel manager
at Vannes had given us a little map
which enabled us to go directly to
the most interesting part of these
enormous fields of rock, taking in
Ploemel and Plouharnel on the way.
The story of these stones—as to
what they are; what kind of people
put them there; why and when they
were put there —has never been told
and probably never will be. They
are practically as prehistoric as the
formation of the world itself, and as
we drove our motor, a symbol of the
latest creation of man, out on the
moors among these tokens of the
musty ages, a feeling unlike any
thing which we had ever felt before
came over the entire party. Here
was an illustration of the spanning
of time. Here on the very spot
where the first known labor of man
is exhibited stood also his last pro
duction— one the work of a people
unknown, the other the recent pro
duction of the most modern nation
on earth.
The pyramids of Egypt have a his
tory which has been unraveled and
written by archaeologists. Pompeii
is relatively modern; the statues of
Rameses and the art of the Nile are
as open books compared with the his
tory of these great rocks.
The Menhirs and Dolmens are
scattered all about the section south
of Auray, but down near Carnac
there are three groups set upon lines
as straight as a modern engineer
could draw them and forming nine
or ten avenues. There are 874 in
one of the rows, 855 in another and
262 in a third; it is said there were
15,000 originally. The stones, which
are equal distances apart, vary in
height from three to twenty feet, the
largest having an estimated weight
of forty to fifty tons. There is no
stone of the same geological forma
tion found nearer than three hundred
miles and the mystery of their be
ing placed here will probably never
be solved. —From “An Intimate Ex
cursion,” in The Outing Magazine.
PRICE OF LAMARTINE’S POEM.
Pecuniary Value Which the French
Poet Put Upon His Work.
The Gaulois tells a good story of
Lamartine’s estimate of the pecuni
ary value of his poetry.
It was in 18 48, when he was at the
acme of his glory and a Cabinet Min
ister. He had just contributed “La
Marseillaise de la Paix” to the Revue
des Deux Mondes, and Buloz, the
editor, called on him at the Minis
try. “I believe I owe you £BO. Here
is the money,” said Lamartine, pro
ducing a bundle of banknotes.
“Pray deduct the amount of the
Revue’s indebtedness to you for your
poem,” said the editor.
“I meant to make you a present
of it,” rejoined the poet.
“Not at all; I insist upon paying
you.”
“How much?”
“Your own price, whatever it may
U.e.”
“Ah, well; if you will have it so I
must oblige you,” said Lamartine;
and with a magnificent gesture he
swept up the whole bundle of notes
representing the £BO and restored
them, with solemn dignity, to his
pocket. —Westminster Gazette.
A Qiiestion of Hats.
The Prince of Wales’ oyster white
“topper,” with a black band one and
one-half inches wide, took the Cana
dian eye when he sported it last Sun
day at church, and it is likely light
gray hats will creep into favor over
here before the summer ends. It is
the kind papa wears when on dress
parade, but why cast stones at Vice-
President Fairbanks’ black dress hat?
The Vice-President is a “dresser,”
and, according to New York fashions,
was as well turned out as his royal
highness. Don’t let partisan preju
dice say he wasn’t.— Boston Herald.
A YOUNG MAN
AND TEN ACRES
By Intensive Farming H. M . Howard
Makes His Little Farm, With
His Greenhouses, Produce
SIO,OOO Each Year.
£y E. I. FARRINGTON, HARRISBURG, PA
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There is a man in West Newton,
Mass., who is making a good living
foi\himself and his family from ten
acres. This sort of thing, no doubt,
would seem impossible to the farmer
of the great West, and his hundreds
of acres of rolling prairies, but in
tensified farming is proving the sal
vation of New England. The
achievements of this West Newton
man—his name is H. M. Howard—
have placed him in the front ranks
of the advocates of that sort of farm
ing which means raising as much on
ten acres as, under old style meth
ods, was raised on fifty. Mr. How
ard is in demand as a speaker at
farmers’ institutes and similar gath
erings, and his farm is known all
over New England, and far beyond.
Mr. Howard is a young man, and
is putting into practice the knowl
edge he received during a course of
study at the State Agricultural Col
lege at Amherst, supplemented by
practical experience on farms and
market gardens in the vicinity of
Boston. He is able to make his ten
acres yield more than SIO,OOO worth
of produce, or over SIOOO an acre,
in a single season. Many market
gardeners consider that they are do
ing well when they get a yield
amounting to SSOO an acre, but Mr.
Howard is by no means satisfied with
twice that amount, and expects to
do considerable better than he has
been able to do thus far.
Sunny Slope, as the little farm is
called, is near the Brae Burn Golf
Club in a very pleasant section. The
land slopes away from the road in
such a way as to insure good drain
age, and is' cultivated in the most
thorough manner, sometimes as
many as thirty men being at work
on the ten acres.
Mr. Howard began with almost no
money, taking a five-year lease of the
property, which he subsequently pur
chased, as he began to prosper in his
venture. Lettuce in the hotbed and
in the open field has been the leading
crop. Indeed, lettuce has proved a
mortgage lifter in the case of many a
New England truckman. The returns
from lettuce are sometimes enorm
ous, although it is only fair to say
that they are sometimes small. A
head of lettuce takes a square foot of
ground and two full crops may be
grown on the same field. The price
varies from one-half cent to six cents
a head at wholesale, but nobody can
foretell the price with accuracy, nor
is it safe to estimate the profits until
the money is in hand. Somjfimes a
hailstorm will ruin a crop which was
just ready to pick. The two most
important factors which affect the
business are the weather and the con
dition of the market.
young man,” said Mr. How-
think of going into the
market garden business if he is
afraid of water or mud. The work
of transplanting and often tiiat of
harvesting, as well, must be done
when the weather is far from agree
able. The prices of garden produce
often are highest just after a season
of bad weather, and the wise garden
er is alert to take advantage of the
fact.
“The market,” continued Mr. How
ard, ‘‘is always best when supplies
are coming in. slowly. The earlier
we can get the bulk of our crop to
market the more money we can
make. I am striving to produce all
that can be produced on one piece of
land the size of this in one season.
Nature strives to cover the ground
with plants of some kind, and if we
farmers can cover it with edibles we
ought to receive the reward due for
our labor and time.”
Spinach is a prominent crop at
Sunny Slope, and wonderful crops
have been produced—as many as 1,-
600 bushels to an acre, selling at
twenty-five cents a bushel. Other
profitable crops are radishes, toma
toes, beans, cauliflower, corn and cel
ery.
There are seasons when the Boston
market calls for unusually large
quantities of certain vegetables. In
May and June, for instance, lettuce
and spinach have the call. On June
17 and July 4 there is a tremendous
demand for green peas and straw
berries, while at Thanksgiving time
everybody wants celery to grace the
festive board. It is a wise gardener
who keeps these facts in mind, and
no little of the success which has
come to Mr. Howard has been due
to the fact that he has watched the
market with an eagle eye and has
calculated the extent of its demands
far in advance.
The water supply is an important
question on a farm like that owned
by Mr. Howard, who has both town
water, which comes to his place un
der high pressure, and a system of
his own, the water being pumped
from a well by a hot air engine.
Many farmers make a serious mis
take by not keeping accurate ac
counts. They might profitably take
a leaf from the diary of the owner
of Sunny Slope, who is so systematic
in this respect that he is able to tell
the amount of profit in a single hill
of beans, which he places at fifteen
cents, and the average of each toma
to vine, the amount being thirty
cents. Now, a tomato plant that
looks like thirty cents is no joke, and
so satisfactory a profit is secured
only by using immense amounts of
fertilizer and t>y the most thorough
cultivation
During the winter Mr. Howard
lays out a plan for the coming sea
son’s work in a book, and follows it
as closely as possible day by day
throughout the season. He is like the
manager of a great factory, and re
gards his farm in much the same
way that a manufacturer does his
plant. He employes a good many
Italians for the field work, and much
of the weeding is done by hand.
When the vegetables are gathered
they are carefully picked over and
cleaned, so that they will go to the
market presenting an attractive ap
pearance.
Mr. Howard’s activities are not
confined to the summer months, for
Le has several large greenhouses,
which occupy much of his attention
during the winter. He formerly grew
violets extensively, but is now going
more largely into the production of
winter vegetables. Greenhouse plants
are costly, and Mr. Howard’s houses
have been built one at a time, as his
success with vegetables grown in the
open has warranted the increased in
vestment.—New York Tribune.
What a Wife Needs is Brains
By WINIFRED BLACK.
Mr. Charles M. Schwab says the
ideal wife is the wife who can cook,
darn and make good coffee.
Right you are, Mr. Schwab—when
the ideal husband of that ideal wife
is the ideal man who chops the wood,
blacks his own boots and comes home
from down town early on purpose to
get the furnace ashes sifted before
it’s too dark to see in the basement.
The ideal wife for any man in any
station in life is a woman who has
brains enough and sense enough and
adaptability enough to do whatever
work it is her duty to do in her own
particular station in life or the sta
tion to which her husband’s position
entitles her.
The woman who marries a poor
man and refuses to learn the things
that a poor man’s wife ought to
know is just as silly and as selfish
and of as little consequence in the
world as the woman who marries a
rich man and doesn’t know enough
to learn how to live up to her posi
tion.
Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish probably nev
er cooked a meal in her life—but
from the caustic good sense of some
of her recent remarks on the woman
question, I’ll wager that she could
learn how to do it in just about three
days if she had to.
And she’d cook it right, too, and
have the time of her life doing it,
and the steak would be broiled and
not fried, and the coffee would taste
like coffee and not like dishwater.
It isn’t going to school in the kit
chen that makes a good housekeeper,
Mr. Schwab, any more than it’s run
ning errands in an office that makes
a good business man.
The first requisite for any kind of
success in any walk of life is brains.
The woman who has brains enough
can leai% to cook and to cook well
when the time comes that she ought
to learn it.
What on earth would you do with
a cook for a housekeeper, Mr.
Schwab, in your present condition in
life?
A woman who is married to a man
of your success and money has no
more business to cook her husband’s
meal3 than her husband would have
to take time from his great business
interests to kindle the furnace fire
and sweep off the front sidewalk.
Every station in life has its simple,
perfectly defined duties.
Women can’t escape any more than
men from the complicated system of
our times.
The woman who does her house
keeping as her grandmother did it is
just as much out of it to-day as the
man who would try to compete with
an express train service by running a
train of ox teams.
I believe in the domestic woman,
and the reason I believe in her is that
she. seems as a rule to show the best
power of adaptability—and that, af
ter all, is the touchstone of real prac
tical usefulness.
I never knew a good business wom
an who didn’t make a good house
keeper —when she had sense enough
to put her mind on it.
I never knew a giiU who couldn’t
and wouldn’t do a thing at home who
ever could or would do a thing away
from home.
Common sense and brains —that’s
the whole business, Mr. Schwab.—•
From the New York American.
Doctors’ Incomes.
The shrinking incomes of medical
men furnish legitimate reasons for
serious apprehension. It may be
true that general economic condi
tions are somewhat responsible for
the particularly noticeable impecu
niosity of the profession at this time.
Physicians rarely get their money un
til every one else is paid, and when
the grocer, butcher, florist and con
fectioner have to wait, how can the
doctor expect any consideration?
But that for at least five years the
average miedical income has been
steadily decreasing is the disconcert
ing fact. To settle on any one cause
or group of causes is impossible. A
little thought, however, will certainly
suggest, aside from the increase of
doctors and the growth of new
“schools,” some modern features of
medical practice as possible factors
in a condition that is daily growing
worse instead of better. Not the
least prominent are lodge and club
practice and the abuse of hospital
charity. It is high time that the pro
fession realized the growth of these
evils and took active steps to avert
the dangers that threaten. —Ameri-
can Medicine.
Koad Building in the South.
In discussing editorially the con
vict leasing system in Georgia in The
Sun of August 3 you express your be
lief that the best employment for
prisoners is road making. It may in
terest your readers to know that the
authorities of Fulton County, in
which Atlanta is situated, take the
fiame view. For several years Fulton
County has kept its prisoners at road
making, and it now has 250 miles cf
well built macadamized roads, which
centre at Atlanta like the spokes of
a wheel in the hub. General Clifford
Anderson, a leading business man of
Atlanta, who is officially connected
with the great road building work of
Fulton County, recently told me that
this work had in every way proved
the best for the prisoners as well as
for the county. Most of these prison
ers are negroes accustomed to out
door life. Imprisonment Within
brick walls tends to ruin their health,
while the outdoor life of road build
ing under official control and main
tenance Is beneficial to them. The
county owns its rock quarries, its
stone crushing plants and its road
making machinery, it therefore does
not have to buy anything from out
side. About 400 prisoners are kept
at work and the cost of good roads
is about $3500 a mile, which in
cludes much heavy grading.
It is proposed to continue this
work by cross roads connecting the
lines radiating from Atlanta until
Fulton County shall have 500 miles
of thoroughly good roads. Many of
the leading people of the South, men
who have given years of study to the
subject, believe that every Southern
State should put its convicts to work
in building a great system of public
highways. A number of counties in
other States have been doing the
same work which Fulton County is
pressing with such vigor. Through
out the South there is a great awak
ening to the need of good roads, and
millions are being expended in this
work, but so great is the area of that
section that road building is a more
serious problem than in more dense
ly settled sections.
One reason advanced by some ad
vocates of using convicts in road
building is that this avoids any possi
ble injury to labor by prison made
goods. Moreover, the scarcity of la
bor in the South in times of ordinary
prosperity would make it very diffi
cult to find men for road building
without drawing them by higher
wages from the farms - and industrial
interests where they are so badly
needed.
So great is the interest throughout
the South in road building, street im
provements and municipal undertak
ings that the work now under way
and that which is being planned will
represent an outlay of probably
$100,000,000. In this work Mary
land leads with a recent bond issue
of $5,000,000 for the building of 800
to 1000 miles of main lines of roads
through the State, while the city of
Baltimore is spending and preparing
to spend $25,000,000 or more on
docks, sewers, street paving, etc. The
whole South has caught the spirit of
municipal improvements such as sew
erage systems, water works, street
paving and schools and other public
buildings, while State and county au
thorities are vigorously working for
better roads. This is simply the nat
ural result of increasing wealth, and
it is the best indication of how rapid
ly the South’s wealth is growing.—
Richard H. Edmonds, Editor Manu
facturers’ Record, in the New York
Sun. .
Must Keep Up Roads.
m According to a recent ruling of the
Postoffice Department farmers desir
ing to continue to receive mail by ru
ral delivery must see to it that the
condition of their roads is maintained
at a high standard to enable carriers
to deliver mail with ease and facility.
This ruling should succeed in awak
ening the farmers in many sections
to the necessity of keeping up their
roads. Not only will it be a benefit
to them in the more speedy delivery
of their mail, but the hauling of crops
is cheaper on a good road than on a
poor one. The withdrawal of the ru
ral mail delivery would work a
hardship now that it has become sush
a necessity in the daily life of a com
munity, so it is likely the farmers
who have this privilege will see to it
that roads are kept up to the stand
ard set by the Postoffice Department.
—Farmers’ Home Journal.
On the Ocean Bottom.
Sitting inside a submarine on an
ocean bottom you vrould be no more
conscious of the enormous water pres
sure without than if you were going
to sleep in your own bed. You might
remain twenty-four hours under
water without coming up, using only
the natural air supplied in the boat
without feeling the least uncomforta
ble. If you wished, you might remain
down four or five days, tapping the
air tank as you needed a fresh supply
of air. In the meantime you w'ould
bunk over the torpedoes and torture
yourself by letting your imagination
loose to your heart’s content, or you
might read by electric light or play
cards or dominoes or ♦checkers, the
cook serving you with coffee and
canned things that can be heated on
an electric furnace without causing
too much smoke and making the air
disagreeable to St. Nich
olas.
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INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM
MENTS FOB SEPTEMBER 27.
v
Subject: Temperance, Is. 5:11-23
Golden Text, Prov. 20:1—Com
mit Verses 22, 23 —Comments
on the Lesson.
TIME.—7GO B. C. and 1908 A. D.
PLACE.—Jerusalem and all lands.
EXPOSITION.—I. The Woe of
Those Who Live Intemperately, 11-
17. God pronounces six woes upon
His people because of their sins. The
first woe is pronounced upon the
greedy monopolist. Verse S gives a
very graphic picture of a large class
among us to-day who count them
selves happy, but Jehovah pronounces
woe upon them. More and more will
this be true as time passes, even as it
came to pass in Jerusalem. The sec
ond woe is pronounced upon those
who live for the gratification of ap
petite. The description of the drunk
ard in verse 11 exactly fits our own
day. The rising sun sees the wretch
ed victim of alcohol up searching for
an open saloon; he hasn’t slept much
and now wants a drink to steady his
nerves. But he is not only up early
but tarries late into night till wine
inflames him. He is burning the
candle at both ends and will soon
burn it out. God pronounces woe
upon every such an one. And the
woe never fails to come. It Is a sig
nificant fact that after speaking in
general terms of the ruin of Judah
(vs. 1-7) such frequent references
are made to drunkenness. It is clear
that the prophet Isaiah (as well as
other prophets) considered Judah’s
fall (and Israel’s) as due largely to
intemperance (see also ch. 28:1, 7,8;
Hos. 7:5, 6. The effect of wine is to
“inflame them.” It inflames the
stomach, the blood, the eyes, the
brain, the vilest and fiercest passions
of the soul and kindles the fires of.
hell. The man that fools with wine
is fooling wirti a fire that has caused
the costliest conflagrations that the
world has ever known. In verse 12
we have pictured the veneering of art
and refinement with which drunkards
seek to cover their beastliness. Music
is constantly prostituted to become
the servitor of beastliness. While
these ancient sinners gave
over to aesthetic and sensual indul%
gence they forgot “the work of tbel
Lord” (cf. Job 21:11-14; Am. 6:4-6).
One of the most serious evils of the
use of wine is men to
forget God. A fearfuf
all those who forget God (Job 34:
27; Ps. 28:5; 9:17). The conse
quence of their intemperance and for
getting God was that God’s people
had “gone into captivity” (v. 13).
The world to-day is full of people
who have gone into the most degrad
ing and painful captivity through the
same two causes —intemperance and
forgetfulness of God. The immediate
cause of captivity was “lack of knowl
edge.” Knowledge of the truth is lib
erty, ignorance of the truth is bond
age (Jno. 8:32; cf. Hos. 4:6; Rom.
1:28; 2 Thess. 1:8). The next result
of Judah’s intemperance was that
“Hell (or Sheol, the underworld)
enlarged her desire, and opened her
mouth without measure.” Hell yawns
wide because of intemperance and the
glory of the multitude and the pomp,
and he that rejoices among us is de
scending into it. All classes are
brought down by this sin (v. 15).
Not only the insignificant and con
temptible, but the great and lofty are
humbled. But in the midst of all this
humbling “Jehovah of hosts is ex
alted.” He is exalted by the judg
ment He brings upon the offendeis
(cf. Ez. 28:22; Rev. 15:3, 4). As He
is “the Holy One” (R. V.), His Holi
ness shall be manifested in the right
eous judgment He brings upon offend
ers. As the final result of Israel’s in
temperance and forgetfulness of God
all the splendid estates and palaces of
Judah should become waste and the
feeding place of wandering bands.
This is now literally fulfilled and
there is a real danger that all the
present splendor of our own land
shall some day become a feeding
place of flocks and tramps from simi
lar causes.
11. The Woe of Those Who Giro
Themselves Over to Sin, 18-23. The
third woe is pronounced upon those
who are so thoroughly given over to
sin that they tug away at it to see
how much they can draw (v. 18).
The use of wine leads to this devotion
to sin. In their enthusiasm for sin
they mock at God and His Word and
say: “Let God hurry up with His
judgments and let Him hasten His
works that we may actually see it and
not merely hear about it. Let the
purposes of the Holy One of Israel
of which we have heard so much ac
tually come to pass” (v. 19; cf. Jer.
17:15; 2 Pet. 3:3, 4). Such mockery
of God’s word and God’s judgments
is common among drunkards. The
fourth woe is upon those who “call
evil good, and good evil, that put
darkness for light and light for dark
ness.” This displays a determination
in sin that is wellnigh hopeless (Matt.
12:24, 31). This complete perversion
of the moral judgment often results
from the persistent use of liquor. The
fifth warning is one greatly needed in
our day (v. 21; cf. Prov. 26:12; Ro.
1:22). No man is more likely to be
wise in his own eyes than the drink
ing man. He laughs at all warnings
against the dangers of strong drink.
The final wee is pronounced upon
those who pride themselves upon the
amount of wine they can drink and
the strong drink they can mix and
“walk off with.” The inspired prophet
says that this is not an accomplish
ment to be proud of.
Cubans Threaten Revolution.
Havana, Cuba. —Conservative ora
tors declared that the Liberals plan
an armed revolution in case they are
defeated at the polls.
Famine Threatens China.
Pekin, China. —A famine is threat
ened in the region between the Yel
low River and the Great Wall, as a
result of the recent uncommon floods,
which are destroying the ripe crops.