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VOL X.
THE UNYAWNED YAWNS.
A pitying world has blubbered long
O’er the unkissed kiss and the unsung
song,
And the unthunk thought, not dead, yet
gone,
but never has wept for the unyawned
yawn.
You have met, perchance, with the chronic
bore
Who tells you the tales he has told be
fore;
You have tried to smile as he maun
dered on,
And you’ve nearly burst with an un
yawned yawn.
Or the youth who comes six nights in
seven,
And woos the maiden till half -Dast ’leven.
Who sits, as she thinks, “Will he stay till
dawn ?”
On the safety-valve of an unyawned yawn.
Or you’ve gone, perchance, to dine in state,
Some new-found Webster to hear orate.
You’ve pounded the table and said “Go
on!”
And inwardly groaned with an unyawned
yawn.
And at church —but here ’twould be
wrong, you know,
If you can’t stay awake in church don’t
go— , ,
Ev’n here one s thoughts may be far with
drawn,
And the frame convulsed with an un
vawned yawn.
And yet, as our men of science say
There is nothing that’s lost, or wastes
away,
Somewhere in the yawning depths of space.
All the unyawned yawns may have found
their place.
—Chicago Tribune.
I v s s
/Jp . "w - uairiMoae
OYER on the West Side—No. 4S
DeKalb street, to be definite
—lives a handsome, clean-cut
young fellow, just of age, and
whose name is Michael J. Budinger.
How many people are there to whom
the name means anything, or who after
thought can remember having heard
it before? Biuliuger is a Chicago boy,
and lie came back Into the city the
other day after a little more than three
years’ absence, and outside of the
members of his family, the mother, the
father, the sisters and the brothers,
who live in the little home on the West
Hide, no one met him with any great
amount of acclaim. Y’et this boy Bud
inger suffered more personally for his
country on a recent occasion than did
scores of men whose coming to Chi
cago would mean many winings and
dinings and many interviews in the
daily press. •
* * *
Budinger was only one of the boys
behind the guns. In the battle that
gave the Philippine Islands and many
millions of people to the United States
Michael J. Budinger suffered more than
any other man hi Dewey’s great fleet.
When the cheers of victory sounded
across Manila Bay on that May morn-
V; x-' vu
w.
didn’t get any bbeakfast.
lug Budinger did not hear them. In
fact, the surgeons and his messmates
fully believed that the boy would get
his first knowledge of the American
victory in another world. The Chicago
lad was shell man of one of the aft
six-inch rifles on board the U. S. S.
Baltimore, Captain Dyer commanding,
f P to the time that Dewey gave the
order to withdraw temporarily that his
•ncn might have a cup of coffee Bud
inger had stood behind the thin, shield
of the six-inch rifle and had passed a
sued every minute or two into its
yawning breech. Then for reasons
am l , ly sufficient to himself and to his
commanding officers he ceased pass
ing shells and took no further interest
in the proceedings. Budinger was one
oi the seven Americans who were hurt
n the Battle of Manila Bay. All these
nirn were on hoard the Baltimore and
all were serving the same gun. Bud
oiger was the most seriously injured
< ne °f the lot, and it was believed for
fe ' ei- al weeks that his name would
g° on the record as being that of the
' % American seaman killed in the
conflict.
Hie other night Captain Joseph W.
* Bonneil, a man who lias seen service.
!' m I* l * o Budinger. O'Donnell has a
°n.g memory and the name struck him
li, ‘ a flash. He questioned the boy
•'ail S oon saw bis Manila medal, his
and record papers, and the
' S( ’ ar 1 Bat circles the eye from forehead
0 cheek bone. O’Donnell told of the
s <oil°i- s presence. The boy lias a little
More on the West Side, and there,
v '* len Pressed a little, he told his moil
‘ tale of the first part of that Manila
a . v fight from the standpoint of one
0 til? little groiqi of men every one
' "'hom was sent to the sick bed liy a
Danish shell.
* • *
Cutside of the actual personal ex-
Pciience of one of those who got hurt
a little, said the sailor, “the story of
-'o battle of the bay is wearisomely
00. t.i everybody. We went into the
c ‘ | .'. "’eut down by the fac< of the eu
ms> drawing their fire first at a t}!s
DADE COUNTY SENTINEL.
lance too great to hurt us. Then on
the first turn we cut In close, and let
loose broadsides as we went past. The
turns that we made are old stories
now. I was shell man of one of the
six-inch rifles. This gun lias a shield
about the breech to protect the men
against small arms lire, bflt it was
practically Useless against heavy ord
nance. The Baltimore was hit only
five times, but the Spanish shells went
over us, around and about us constant
ly. They made me nervous; they made
everybody nervous at first, and there
was something funny in the way tlie
men would duck their heads when
something struck or there was an ex
plosion. Ducking as a means of safety
is not a success. Every time that We
fired, of course, a definite aim was
taken at some ship, and our nervous
ness soon wore off in our anxiety to
see if we could follow the flight of our
shells to their destination. We thought
we did a lot of damage with our rifle,
but where things Were flying so thick
it might have been some other fellow's
shell that did that which we took
credit for.
“We had made the last loop and were
just getting beyond the front of the
enemy’s line prior to going out to get
a bite of something to eat when some
thing happened. A short distance from
us on the deck was n box of three
pounder shells just sent up from way
down in the ammunition hold. A Span
ish shell went through tile side of the
Baltimore into an officer’s cabin,
knocked the beam upward and out
ward, took a glancing direction itself
and bit and exploded that ammunition
box. I have a sort of a dim recollec
tion of a crash. All the rest I learned
subsequently. The chances are that
the seven of us who were behind the
shield of the six-inch rifle were
knocked out by pieces of American am
munition which the Spanish shell ex
ploded.
“I didn’t get any breakfast that
morning, any supper that night or any
breakfast the next morning. I was
unconscious for more than twenty-four
hours. A piece of a shell struck me
squarely at the side of the left eye,
another piece hit me in the chest, and
still another, a smaller bit, hit me in
the hand. I was in the hospital for a
month. They thought I was going
to die. That’s all there is to the
story.”
“What was the first thing you said
when you waked up after twenty
hours’ sleep?”
“The boys told me that I opened my
eyes and said: ‘Did we lick ’em?’ ” re
plied Budinger.
Did we lick them? That is the first
thought of every true soldier and
sailor. Did we lick them?
It is of such stuff that men are made.
—Edward B. Clark, in the Chicago
Record-Herald.
People Who Attend Funerals.
“In all cities there are persons'whose
one great aim is to attend funerals,”
said a Washington undertaker a few
days ago. “This may seem strange,
but it is true, nevertheless. There is
not an undertaker in this cify who
does not come in contact with this
class of pests nearly every day in the
week. I call them pests, for that is
the only name that consistently ap
plies to them.
“If there is a death in the neighbor
hood, or in any part of the city, for
that matter, they lose no time in get
ting to tlie house of mourning. They
always evince an interest in the fam
ily, and, of course, desire a final look
at the deceased.
“They are promptly on hand at the
funeral, and, as a rule, are dressed in
black. Some of them have been known
to get so hold as to crowd themselves
into seats reserved for mourners —im-
mediate members of the family of the
dead. They are, as a rule, among the
first to get to the carriages, and sel
dom fail to ‘ring themselves in’ for a
ride to the cemetery.
“Of course, at the bier of a dead
friend the family does not care to make
a scene, and the professional mourner
gets a free ride. I know of one woman
in Washington who has attended as
many as three funerals in a single
day. She evinced the same interest
at each, and believe me when I sav
that, although she was jiot connected
with any of the families, she actually
cried and ‘took on’ as if each dead
person had been her nearest loved one.
■ “Undertakers know these women,
and many of them have tried to put
a stop to the morbid practice, but it is
one that is hard to contend with. It
would seem that the professional
mourner had come to stay with us.’’—
Washington Star.
Pension Money.
Uncle Sam sends pension money all
over the world. Every country is rep
resented, and nearly every inhabited
island of the sea. United States pen
sioners are on the Island of Comoro,
near the coast of South Africa; on the
Seychelles Island, in the Indian Ocean;
in Sierra Deone, near Liberia, and on
the Island of Mauritius. In Great
Britain there are 870 of Uncle Sam’s
pensioners. In Ireland 427 receive SCO-,
000 annually; England has 328 who get
$40,500; Scotland has 102 with $17,000,
■while 13 in Wales receive SI4OO. In
Germany there are- 010 wards of the
United States, who draw $555,000;
France has 72. who get $10,000; Rus
sla, 0, who receive $1400; Norway, 45,
drawing $7500, and Denmark, 27. re
ceiving S3BOO. Down in Spain 7 pen
sioners get $835, and Portugal has G,
who take SB4O. So it goes into Italy,
with 33, drawing $4500; up into Rus
sia, where 32 get $4050; over to Turkey,
where 7 receive SIOOO. and down into
Africa, where 13 are paid S2OOO. On
this continent, in Canada, Mexico, and
South America, there are many more
in proportion. Every community holds
them. .
BILL ARP’S LETTER
Bartow Man Has the Grip and Is
Pessimistic,
DOSED WITH HIDDEN CASTOR OIL
Bill Bemear.s the Death of Judge
Blandford and Relates Humor
ous Incidents of That Good
Man's Early Life.
“I knew him well, Horatio. A man
of infinite jest and most excellent
fancy.”
It has been years since I met my
friend, Mark Blandford. 1 see by the
press dispatches that he is dead —
died in Columbus last week. It griev
ed me for a time, although he was old
enough to die. Eighty years is a good
old age if the man is good. Every
time one of these old trees fails it
shocks me. George Barnes died not
leng ago in Augusta, and I was griev
ed, for I loved him and I unconscious
ly whispered, “Next!” Only three of
us left cf the senate of ISC6. There
were forty-four, but the old reaper has
cut down all but our Qhief Justice
Simmons, our chaplain, Brother Yar
brough, and myself—and I am sick —
But I was ruminating about Judge
Blandford —men called him Mark —we
who knew him best. He was, as Ham
let said of Yorick, a man of infinite
jest and most excellent fancy. When
the spirit moved him he could enter
tain his friends most pleasantly, and
it was our delight to get him and
Judge Underwood and Judge Buchan
an together with Evan Howell as a
teaser and spend the evening hours
during the session of the supreme
court when Murk was one of the
judges. During the court hours Chief
Justice Warner was sitting there as
serious and solemn as a Presbyterian
preacher drinking in the record and
digesting the law of the case, while
Mark took in the surroundings and ab
sorbed the humorous side of every
thing. He was a good lawyer, but
jumped to conclusions like a woman
and never saw much difference be
tween the plaintiff and defendant un
less one of them was a woman or a
widow. One night we visited Mark
in his room and he regaled us with
his experiences in justices’ courts
when he was young and devilish. The
old time justice court was a good
school for a young lawyer. He not
only practiced lav/ in it, but the arts
of oratory and could use big wrnrds
with impunity, for neither the old
squire nor the jury knew their mean
ing, but ■were impressed with fheir
learned length and lingering sound.
I still remember the Fretman case
that Mark rehearsed that night. A
yankee school teacher from the Nut
meg State had sued Jim Jenkins for
$lB worth of schooling for his two
boys, Troup and Calhoun. Jenkins
wouldn’t pay it because the two little
nullifiers hadn’t learned anything hard
ly and they told him that Fretman
gave powerful long recesses and car
ried on with the girls amazingly, espe
cially with Sally Amanda Jones. Fret
man was a good-looking yankee, with
pink cheeks and winning ways, and
was popular with the girl scholars.
Sometimes Salamander, as they called
her, didn’t go out. at recess, but pre
tended she had some sums to do, and
wanted the teacher to show her how.
Troup said he heard her squeal one day,
and peeped through the crack and saw
Fretman squeezing her. She was a
red-headed gal.
Old Phil Davis was the justice court.
Mark’s plea was that Fretman wasn’t
a scholar, and not fittin’ to teach, and
that he couldn’t read wrltln’ nor write
readin’ nor spell all the words in Dan
iel Webster’s blue-back spellin’ book,
and he made a motion to put him <<
the stand and spell him. Fretman’s
lawyer fought it, but the old squire
said he must spell. Fretman was
scared. He trembled all over like a
cold, wet dog. “Spell Phthisic.” said
Mark, and he spelt it correctly. He
then spelt him right along on all sorts
of big words and little words and long
words, and afterwords, but Fretman
never missed until finally Mark says,
“Now spell Ompompynusuk.” Fretman
drew a long breath and said it wasn’t
In the book. But Mark proved by an
old preacher that it was in hjs book,
and so old Phil spoke up and said:
“Mr Fretman, you must spell it, sir.”
He was then sweatin’ like a run-down
filly. He took one pass at it and miss
ed. “You can come down, sir,” said
Mark; “you’ve lost your case.” And
sure enough old Phil gave a judgment
against him and he had the cost to
pay. But he was good grit, for he
stuck to his school and his Salaman
der.
At the next court Mark moved to
non-suit a doctor who had sued a fel
ler, and he filed a plea of mal-practice
and demanded a profert of his diplo
ma. The doctor said he had one at
home, and begged for time to go after
it. Old Phil gave him time, and he
rode six miles and back as hard as he
could lick it and shook it in Mark’s
face triumphantly. Mark smiled and
said: “Now, doctor, please take the
stand and translate this furrin lan
guage into English, so that his honor
may know whether it is a diploma or
not. It looks to me like an old revolu
tionary grant of land.” Of course the
doctor couldn’t translate it, and he
Official Organ of Dadlo COunty
TRENTON. GA. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 14,'1M
lost his case in a jiffy. I don’t believe
we have as good anecdotes now as we
use to have. I don't know anybody
who has taken the place of Howell
Cobb and Charles J. McDonald and
Cincinnatus Peoples a fid Hope Hull
Ind the others I have already named.
I am writing about them now because
I am sick and it cheers me to think
of them, if it were not for the bright
little grandchildren who come to see
me I should go to bed and give up the
shin. For two -weeks I have had the
grip and am a hilTsattce^—blowihg and
coughing and sneezing and wheezing,
my head a fountain and mine eyes
rivers of tears and nooody cares
very mtich, but they dose me with
quinine and bromine aiid calomel, and,
at last, prescribed castor oil and tur
pentine. I rebelled, but they brought
me something in a cup that they said
was the white o( an egg and sherry
wine, and so I guiped it down and
found it was fcdstor oil. My head
aches, I want a dozen holes bored in
it and a dozen corkscrews to pull the
stuff out. Sick as I am, my wife
laughs at me and says if I expect to
rate as a gentleman I had better be
mora careful how I expectorate, and
she made me an old-fashioned honey
stew and I'm trying that now. It’s
the weather —the horrid old weather —
that has flopped over on us from yan
kee land.
Every old veteran who has the grip
in bad weather ought to have some
body to tell him stories or some chil
dren to play around and cheer him
up with their merriment. The old
Persian monarch, Harun al Raschid,
was kept alive by listening to the
beautiful stories in the Arabian Nights.
Certain it is I don’t hanker after se
rious or mournful company. I've
coughed until 1 am almost a coffin.
I’m like that bad boy who got to say
inf damn it and his father whipped
him for it, and so one day he asked
his father if there was any harm in
saying “cofferdamn.”
“No, of course not,” said the old
man. “Why do you ask?”
“Eecause,” said he, “the old cow
has swallowed a cob and is about
to cofferdam head off.”
My daughter regales me with anec
dotes and my wife feeds me on anti-
so I am .worrying along.
the spring. If I can live a
month longer I will get well.—Bill Arp,
in Atlanta Constitution.
CHARLESTON DISAPPOINTED.
Cancellation of President's Trip st
Last Moment Causes Much Sorrow.
The greatest disappointment is felt
in all circles In Charleston at the
abandonment of the president’s trip to
the Exposition City.
Arrangements had been made for a
splendid reception and everybody was
locking to the occasion as the great
day of the exposition. Everything has
been called off, as the president was
the feature of the program and the
only feature practically of the occa
sion.
IS ENTITLED TO INTEREST.
Representative Lewis Thinkr^jKlncle
Sam Should Be Paid for
Representative Lewis, jgjWfMthird
Georgia district, has ivgKucewa. Hill
in congress to ronuASfiprttlyiaf banks
to pay 3 per interest cn all
government^U.dJns. Mr/Lewis says,
that he •*.; ffne government is ,as
much to interests on Its de
posits are other depositors. The
government now has deposited in the
national bank throughout the country
an average of $110,000,000.
QUORUM WAS LACKING.
Second, Republican Caucus on South
ern Suffrage Held In Vain.
A Washington dispatch says: The
second caucus of the house republi
cans to consider the question of action,!
looking to reducing the congressional
representation of the southern states
which abridge the suffrage was held
in the hall of representatives Monday
night, but a quorum was not present
and after two ajid a half hours of dis
cussion the caucus adjourned until
next Monday without action.
MARYLAND HONORS SCHLEY.
Bronze Bust of State’s Distinguished
Son Voted By Legislature^ j
The Maryland house of delegates un
der a suspension of rules* unanimously
passed the senate bill appropriating
$3,000 to place-a bronze bust of Rear
Admiral W. S. Schley in the state
building at Annapolis.
In like manner It adopted the joint
resolution passed by the senate re
questing congress to secure the pass
age at an early date of a joint resolu
tion thanking Admiral Schley by name,
for his services in the battle of San
tiago.
Pensacola’s Grand Carnival.
Priscius, king of the Pensacola Mar
di Gras carnival, arrived on the royal
yacht Rosepen at noon Monday and
was escorted to the royal palace by a
military guard composed of United
States artillerymen, United 'States
marines and Florida state tfioopl The
city was thronged with visitors.
Senator Quay In Florida.
Senator Matt Quay, of Pennsylvania,
arrived at his winter cottage in St.
Lucie, Fla., Monday night direct from
Washington. He is much improved
from the recent attack of illness at the
capital. His stay will depend upon
the condition of hi* health,
;t)B. TALMAGE'S SERMON
SUNDAY’S DISCOURSE BY THE NotED
DIVINE.
Subject: itentitlcs b’f n Cheerful Spirit-
Causes For Thanksgiving Tliat A i e Sel*
Horn Recognized ltemembfif Daily
Blessings—Comforts of Friendship.
Washington .D. C.—ln this discourse
Dr. 'Talmage calls attention to causes of
thanksgiving that are seldom recognized,
and shows how to cultivate a cheerful
spirit; text, Psalms xxxiii, 2, “Sing unto
hiftl With a psaltery and an instrument of
teri strings.’
A musician as wo'l as poet and con
queror and king was David; the author
of my text. He first composed the sacred
rhythm and then played it upon a harp,
striking and plucking the strings with his
fingers and thumbs. The harp is the old
est of musical instruments- Jubal invent
ed it, and lie was the seventh descendant
from Adam. Its music was suggested by
the twang of the bowstring. Homer re
fers to the harp in the “Iliad.” It is the
most consecrated of all instruments. The
flute is more triellOrV. the bugle more mar
tial, the cornet more incisive; the tfufilpet
more resonant; the organ more mighty, but
the harp has a tenderness and sweetness
belonging to no other instrument that 1
kno.y of. It enters into the richest sym
bolism of the Holy Scriptures. The cap
tives-in their sadness “hung their harps
upon the willows.” In other ages it had
eight strings. David’s harp had ten
strings, and Whim his great soul was afire
with the theme liis sympathetic vdiee, ac
companied by exquisite vibration of the
chords, must have been overpowering.
With as many things to complain about
ah any man ever had David wrote more
anthems than any other man ever wrote.
He puts even the frosts and hailstorms
and tempests and creeping things-and fly
ing fowl and the mountains and the hills
and day and night into a chorus. Absa
lom's plotting and Ahithophel’s treachery
and hosts of antagonists and sleepless
nights and a running sore could not hush
liis psalmody. Indeed, the more- his trou
bles the mightier his sacred poems, The
words “praise” and "song” are so often
repeated in Ins psalms that one would
think the typesetter’s case containing the
letters with which those words are spelled
would be exhausted.
In my text David calls upon the people
to praise the Lord with an instrument of
ten strings, like that which he was accus
tomed to finger. Tlie simple fact is that
the most of us, if we praise the Lord at
all, play upon one string or two strings or
three strings when we ought to take a harp
fully ehorded and with glad finger* sweep
all the strings. Instead of being grateful
for here and there a blessing we happen
to think of, we ought to rehearse all our
blessings so far as we can recall them and
obey tlie injunction of my text to sing
unto Him with an instrument of leu
strings.
Have you ever thanked God for delight
some food? What vast multitudes are n
hungezed from day to day or are obliged
to take food not toothsome or pleasant to
the taste! What millions are in struggle
for bread! A Confederate soldier went to
the front, and liis family were on the
verge of starvation, but they were kept up
by the faith of a child -s! that household,
who, noticing that some supply was sure to
come, excla'med, “Mother, I think God
hears when we scrape the bottom of the
barrel.”
Have you appreciated the fact that on
most of your tables are luxuries that do
not come to all? Have you realized what
varieties, of flavor often touch your tongue
and how the saccharin and the acid have
been afforded your palate? What I'ruitS)
what nuts, what meats regale your appe
tite, while many would be glad to get the
crusts and rinds Hud peelings that fall
from your table.
For the tine flavors and the luxurious
viands you have enjoyed for a lifetime per
haps you have never expressed to God a
word of thanksgiving. That is one of the
ten -trings that you ought to have
thrummed in praise to God, but you have
never yet put it in vibration.
Have you thanked God for eyesight as
originally given to you or, after it was
dimmed by age, for the. plas-s that brought
the page of the book Within the /compass
of the vision? Have you realized
vation those suffer to whom the day is as
black as the night and who never see the
face of father or mother or wife or child or
friend? Through what, painful surgery
many have gone to get one glimpse of the
light! .The eye so delicate and beautiful
and useful that one of them is invaluable!
And most of us have two of these won
ders of divine mechanism., .The man of
millions of dollars who recently went blind
from atrophy of optic nerve would have
been willing!o give all his millions and be
come a diifvjmborer if he could have kept
off the that gradually crept over
his
You njfihaßhoticecl hou
pathiessere stmed for the blind. Oph
thalinijMnfts always been prevalent in T’al-
custom of sleeping on the house
topsJWxposed to the dew and the flying 7
dusjßf the dry season, inviting this dreiyd
fuvjffsorder. A large percentage of (lie jn
hJwtants could not- tell the difference ue
-12 o’clock at noon and 12 o’clock at,
Wight. We are told of six of Christ’s mir-
Facles for the cure-of these sightless ones,
but I suppose thev were only specimens .of
hundreds offreatored visions.
What a pitiful spectacle Saul of Tarsus,
mighty man,, three days led about in phys
ical as well Us spiritual darkness, lie who
afterward - made Felix tremble by his elo
quence and awed the Atbeniart ’ philoso-’
phers on Mars Itill and was the only cool
headed Man in the Alexandria corn ship
that went to pieces on the rocks of Mile
tus, once ihe mighty persecutor of .Saul,
afterward the glorious evangelist Paul, for
three days not able to take a safe step
without guidance! ’ ,
Have' you ever given thanks for two
eyes--media between' the souP inside and
the world outside, media that no one but
the infinite God could create? The eye,
the window of our immortal nature, the
gate Through which all colors march, the
picture gallery of the soul! Without the
eye 'this world is a big dungeon, L fear
that many of us have never given one
"hearty expression of gratitude for-treasure
of sight, the loss of which is the greatest
disaster possible, unless it be the loss cf
the mind. Those wondrous seven muscles
that turn the eye nrr'ov down, to right or
left or around. No one but God. could"
have created the retina. If we have ever (
appreciated, what God did wlrea He' gafe
us two eyes it was when we sa\y others
'with obliterated vision.
Alas, that only throughd-he privation of
others we came to a realization of our pjvn .
blessing! if you had harp in hand,, aiuj
siyept all the strings of gratitude, you
would have struck this, which is one ot
the most dulcet of the ten strings.
Further, notice how many pass, .through
'life in siwnec localise the ear refuses to
do it-, rfffiee. They never heir music, vo- -
oaf or 'instrumental. The thunder that
rolls its full diapason, through : the heav- -
ens does lio't startle The prolonged sileuce.
The air that has for us so many melodies ■
has no sweet sound for them. They live in
a quietude that will not be broken until ]
heaven breaks in upon them with its har
monies. The bird voices of the springtime,
the chatter of the children, the sublime
chant of the sea, the solo of the cantatrice
and the melody of the great worshiping as
semblies mean nothing to them. Have wc
devoutly thanked God for these two won
ders of our hearing, with which we can
now put ourselves under the charm ol
sweet'sound and also carry in our memor
ie tbs infantile song with which out
moth ’r.< put us to sleep lifiil the Vrtices of
the great prima donnas like Lind tifiu i’atti
ifid Neilson. and the sound of instruments
like the vied in of the Swedish performer,
dr tlie cornet Of Artmckle, or the mightiest
of all instruments, With the hapd of Mor
gan on the kej's dud his foot oil the pedalj
or some Sabbath tuili? like “Coronation,
in the acclaim of which yOU could hear
the crowns of heaven coming down at the
fCet of Jesus? Many of us have never
thanked God fa r this hearing apparatus
of the *oul. That is one of the ten strings
of gratitude Hujt We ought always to
thrum after hearing the voice of the loved
"tie or the last strain of all oratorio or the
clang of A cathedral tower.
Further, there Sr* n\any who never rec
ognize how much God gives them when
He gives them sleep. Insomnia is 8 calam
ity wider known in our land than in any
other. By midlife vast multitudes have
their nerves so overwrought that slumber
has id be coaxed , and many are the vic
tims of chloral find morphine.- Sleepless
ness is an American ulSOider. If ii lias
not touched you and you can re*! for seven
or eight hours without waking—if for that
length Gf Dips in every twenty-four hours
you can be tree of all care and worriment
and your nerves are fefoned and your
limbs escape from all fatigue arid- the ris
ing sun finds you anew man, body, blind
Slid, sou! -you have an advantage that
ought fd bf- put in prayer and song and
congratulation.
As long as you collect vast dividends
and have health jocund and popularity un
bounded ten will have crowds of seeminz
triends, but let bankruptcy and invalid
ism and defamation cofne, rind the num
ber of your friends will be ninety-five, per
cent. off. If you have been through some
great crisis and you have one friend left,
thank God and celebrate it on the sweet
, ast jmrpstring.
But we must tighten the rrrrds of our
harp and retune it while tve celebrate gos
pel advantages. The highest style of civ
ilization the world has ever seen is Amer
ican civilization, and it is built out of the
gospel of pardon and good moral*, < That
gospel rocked oitr cradle, and it will epi
taph our grave. It soothes our sorrows',
brightens our hopes, inspires otlf courage,
forgive* out- sins and saves our souls. It
fakes a man who is al! wrong and makes
him all right. What that gospel has done
tor you arid ms is a story that we can
never fully tell.
What it. has done for the tVOfld and will
yet no for the nations it will take the thou
sand years of the Millennium to celebrate.
The grandest churches are J’Ct to be built.
The mightiest anthems yet to be
hoisted, The greatest victories'are yet to
bS gained. The most beautiful Madonnas
are yet to he painted. The most trium
phant processions are .Vet to inarch.
Oh, what a world this Will be when, it
rotates in its orbit a redeemed planet,
girdled with spontaneous. harvests and
enriched by orchards whose fruits are
speekless and redundant, and the last, pain
will have been banished and the last teat
wept and the last groan uttered, and there
shall be nothing to hurt or destroy in all
Hod’s holy Mountain! All that and more
will come to pass, for "the mouth of the
Lord hath spoken it.”
So far I have mentioned nine of the ten
strings ot tne instrument at gratituoe. J
now come to the tenth and tile last, 1
mention it last that it may he the mOM
memorable —heavenly anticipation. By the
grace of God we are going to Move into a
place so much better than this that oil st
riving we will wonder that we were for so
many years so loath to make the transfer.
After we have seen Christ face to face and
over our departed kindred thert?
arc mighty spirits we will want to
meet soen after we pass through the gated.
We want to see and will. see ■ David* a'
mightier king in heaven than he ever.*\raS,
on earth, and we will talk with him about
psalmody and get from him exactly what
he meant when he talked nbout the instru
ment of ten strings, We will confront
Moses, who will tell of the law giving on
rocking Sinai and of his,mysterious burial,
with no one but God present,
We will see Joshua, and h’e Will tell us
of the coming down of the walls of Jeri*
eho at the blast of the ram’s horn and ex
plain to tig that miracle —how the sun and
moon could stand still Without demolition
of the planetary system.
We will see Ituth and have her tell of
the harvest field of Boaz, in which she
gleaned for afflicted Naomi. We will see
Vaehti and hear from her own lips the
story of her banishment from.the Persian
palace by infamous Ahasuerus.
We will see and talk with Daniel, and
lie will tell us how he saw Belshazzar’s
banqueting hall turned into a slaughter
house, and-how the lions greeted him with
lovi rg fawn instead of stroke of cruel paw.
We wilf see and talk with Solomon, whose
palaces are gone, but whose inspired epi-,
grams stand out stronger and stronger as
the centuries pas^.
We ‘ will see Paul ami hear from him
how Felix trembled before him and the
audience of skeptics on Mars Hill were
confounded by his sermon on the brother
.hood of man. what he saw at Ephesus and
"Syracuse and Philippi and Rome and, 11qw
dark was the Jlamevtine drngeon And how
sharp the axe that beheaded him on the
road to Ostia. Yea, we will see all the
martyrs, the victims of axe and sword and
fire and billow. What a thrill of excite
! In lent for us when we gaze upon the heroes
and heroines tvho gave their lives for the
truth.
. We will see the gospel proclaimed Chry
sostom and Bourdalous and • Whitefield,
and the Wesleys and John Knox. We
will see the great Christian poets, Milton
• and Dante and Watts, and .Mrs. Hemans
I and Frances Havergal. Yea,, all the de
; parted Christian men and women of what
ever age or nation. * ‘
But there vyill he one focus toward
which ail eyes will he directed. His in
fancy having slept on pillow of straw; all
the hates of the Harodic Government plan
' ning for His assassination; in after time
whipped as though’ He u’ere a criminal;
asleep on the cold mountains beeatise no
one offered Him a lodging; though the
greatest' being who ever touched our earth,
derisively called "this fellow; ’ His last
hours writhing on spikes of infinite tor
ture; His lacerated form put in sepulcher,
'then reanimated and ascended to be the
centra- of alk heavenly admiration—upon
that greatest martyr and mightiest hero
of all live peli tunes we will be permitted to
look. that among your heavenly antic- _
'ipauons., .. , ■ ;
-Now'take down your liarp qL fen strings
. aiid sweep mil -the" chords, making all of
them tremble with a great gladWess. 1 have
-ice a tiered just, ten —delightsome food .eye
tight, hearing, healthful sleep, power of
physical locojnotipn, jl’umined-nights, men
tal faculties in equipoise, friendships of
hfeT- gospel advantages and heavenly an- 4
ticipations. us make less complaint
and offer more thanks, render less dirge’
and more cantata. Take paper and pen ,
,and write down in ’long columns your bless
ings. I have rc-pited only-ten. To expiess
ail the mercies' God huS besfpweds.you
, would have to - Use -Vt‘ J?ast/three, and I
think five, numerals, for surely they would
up-inlo the hundreds and the thou
sands.. "Oh. give thanks unto the Lord,
for l-Htv is good, for His mercy endureth
forever.” Get into the habit of rehearsal
of the brightnesses of life.
Notice how many more fair days there
j are than foul, how many more good people
| than bad you meet. Set your misfortunes
I to music, as David opened his “dark sav
| h.gs on a harp.” If it has been low tide
I heretofore, let the surges of mercy that
• are yet to rail",in upon you reach high
| water mark. All things will woi ’* to
! cether for your good, and heaven is not
; far ahead. Wake up all the ten strings.
Blessing and honor and glory and power
1 he unto Him that sitteth upon the throne
1 and unto the Lamb forever, Amen!.
[Copyright, wus, L, Klopich J
91.00 a Y cer-
HE THOUGHT HE KNEW IT ALL.
I knew a man who thought he knew it aIT,
He knew how earth became r. rolling ball.
He knew the source and secret of all
life.
He also knew how Adam came to tall.
He knew the causes ot the glacial age,
And what it was that made the deluge
rage.
lie knew—in fact, he knew most ever
thing.
In his own mind he was earth s greatest
sage.
Ilis knowledge was of such stupendous
It teo?4 in everything upon the earth
And in the heavens; but mo3t strange
of all, ...
He didn’t know a thing of real worth.
He knew where people go when they are
dead.
He knew all wonders ever sung or said.
He knew the past and future; but for a.l
He didn't know enough to earn his bread.
He was a marvel of omniscience.
He knew the secret of the hence and
whence, ,
He was a bundle of great theories.
The only thing he lacked was common
sense.
—J. A. Edgerton, in Denver (Col.) News
Little Elmer—“ Papa, what is it that
makes a statesman great?” Professor
Broadliead—“Death, my son.” —Har
per’s Bazaar.
’Tis not because her ways are chill.
Nor that she’s illy bred;
It's just because she’, dressed to kill
She tries to cut me dead.
—Philadelphia Record.
Visitor—" Well, Joy, I am glad to set*
that you are n-d at all shy.” Joy—
"Oh, no, I am not shy now, thank you.
But I was very when I was born!”—
Punch.
Mrs. Crawford—“l suppose you suf
fer a great deal from your dyspepsia?”
Mrs. Crabshaw—“Not half as much as
I did when my husband had it”—
J udge.
When men do foolish things we say:
"That is, indeed, their natural way.”
And if they're wise, we’re not content—
We murmur; “ ’Tvvas an accident.”
—Washington Star.
Lady Visitor—“And was your hus
band good and kind to you during your
long illness?" “Oh! yes,
miss, ’e just was kind; ’e was more like
a friend Ilian a ’usband.”—London
Tattler.
Miss Angular—“Do you think my ag
is beginning to tell on me.” Miss
Plumpleigh—“Yes, dear, but then you
’ have no cause for worry. It doesn’t
begin to tell the whole truth. Ghi
| cage News.
| “De Graft is one of the most remark
, ably successful financiers, this city has
produced in a decade.” “I thought he
was broke.” “Broke? Why, that man
’"San write his debts in six figures!”—,
-'lndianapolis News.
Mrs. o’lTinn “l’m writin’ to the
schule taclier, darlin', an’ I want ut to
be l’oine. llow many capitals do you
•put into a sentence?” Jennie—“Och,
be ginerous with them. Put in half a
dozen.”—Boston Courier.
;;Tut, tut,” said the dentist. “That
nej-ve does not reach up so far as you
say. It is not a foot long at all. That’s
all in your mind.” “Uin-m-m-m!”
groaned the writhing man, “it surely
feels as if it were nearly all there!”—
.-Atlanta Constitution.
“Henry, how is the plot of that sea
novel running?” “Well, just at this
chapter there is a terrible storm and
the passengers are afraid the boat will
go to the top.” "You mean to the bot
tom.” “No; this is a submarine boat.”
—Philadelphia Record.
"And now that you are through col
lege; what are you going to do?” asked
a friend of the youthful candidate. "I
shall study medicine,” was the grave,
reply of the young man. “But isn’t
Unit profession already over-crowded?”
asked the friend. “Possibly it is,” an
swered the knowing youth, “but I pro
pose to study medicine just the same,
. and-t lose who are already in the pro
fession will have to take their chances.”
—Tit-Bits.
How the Kaiser Retaliates.
The German Emperor when in any
Nvay crossed or contradicted pulls vio
ldtafly at the lobe of his right ear with
the thumb and forefinger of his right
liarid. ' When he was staying in Eng
laud-af the time of the Queen’s funeral,
lie received a telegram and opened it
in. the presence of one of his smart lit
tle nephews, a boy of six. Something
in the telegram did not please his
Majesty, and he began to tug at his
ear. -.The little fellow said:
“Tell me, uncle, why do you pull
your ear?” i
“Because I am annoyed, my darling,”
was .the reply.
“Do you always do that when you
are Annoyed?”
,• A’Vjps, my darling,” said his Majesty.
‘‘A-nd when you are very,very .much
,annoyc-q, what do you do?” persisted
this, juvenile inquirer.
“Then I pull somebody else's,” said
William II. —London Answers.
. - j• * t ■ 1 ■' —■
Ho\y.Kat Portage Got Its Name.
, Rat ,yjirtage was named for just
wh'af the words convey, a portage foi
rats, it is on the Winnipeg River,
just- below the outlet of the Lake ol
tbel'-Woods. Long ago, before the
country 4vas settled as it is now, there
was a portage at the point where the
town is built for the thousands oi
muskrats that passed from the rivei
to the lake in winter and back again
to the river in spring. At the outlet
of tiie lake there is a waterfal eight
ecu or twenty feet high rati
could not pass over, so they went
around, making the “portage.”—Detroi/
j Free Press.
When liores Meet.
• Two bores never get r.uy amusemenl
out of each other,—New Yoilt fri*
NO. 39.