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OLD SAWS IE RHYME.
Actions speak louder than words ever do;
Tou can't cat your cake and hold on to it too.
Whtn the cat is away then the little mice play;
Where there is a will there is always a way.
One’s deep in the mud as the other in mire;
Don’t jump from the frying pan into the fire.
There's no use in crying o’er milk that is spilt;
No accuser is needed by conscience of guilt.
There mu it l o some fire wlierovi r is smoke ;
The pitcher goes oft to the well till it’s broke.
By rogues falling out honest men get their due;
Whoe .or ; t ths. he must put on tlio shoe.
All work and no play will make Jack a dull bo\ ,
A thing of much beauty is ever a joy.
A half loaf is hotter than no bread at ail ;
A'..J pride always goeth before a sad fall.
Fax bind and fast find; have two strings to
your bow ;
Contentment is better than riches, wo know.
The devil finds work for hands idle to do.
A miss is as good as a mile is to you.
You speak of the devil—he’s sure to apj ear ;
You can’t make a silk purso from cut a sow’s
ear.
A mail by his company always is known ;
Who lives in glass houses should not throw a
stone.
When the blind leads the blind both will fall in
the ditch;
It’s better born lucky than being born rich.
Little pitchers have big ears; burnt child
dreads the fire;
Though speaking tho truth no one credits a liar.
Speech may be silver, but silence is gold;
There s never a fool like tho fool who is old.
LILLIE EDDLES;
OR,
ABDUCTED BY TEE BUSH
WHACKERS.
A Story of the War in
the Southwest
BY ARVIDE 0. BALDWIN.
CHAPTER Xll.— Continued.
Tne sentinel was not fitty feet away from
John. His gun was carefully raised and a
deadly aim taken. For an instant there was
a death-like stillness and then a quick,
Bharp whistle pierced the night-air, and the
next instant the report of two guns almost
simultaneously rang out, and reverberated
among the hills.
Each sprang for his man, but it was un
necessary, the bullets had done their work.
A scream of terror was heard from within,
and then all was still.
John grasped a huge stone, and in a
twinkling the door was knocked from its
hinges. There was no time to lose now.
The camp was, no doubt, already aroused,
and would soon be upon them.
John caught his half-fainting sister and
carried her out to the horses, Sylva and
Jeff following after. The night air soon re
vived the frightened girl, and as quickly as
possible the captive and the maid were
placed upon horses, and John and -Jeff
mounted theirs. Then the race for life and
Hberty began.
They traveled directly up the valley down
which they had come, and into which they
had driven the bushwhackers’ horses.
When they had reached that point, they
found the animals quietly feeding. They
kept them in front and continued on up the
valley.
John knew that if he could keep their
horses from them until they had a good
start ahead, it would be impossible for their
enemies to overtake them.
It luckily happened that the valley in
which they were was one of the large ones,
and reached nearly to the divide. They wero
phased to know that, for it w»s far easier
to travel, and without the danger of going
astray there would be on the tops of the
ridges with their many branches.
When the little party had reached to
nearly the divide they allowed the riderless
horses to drift out to either side, where they
left them.
They soon were again on the Wire Road,
but John took the precntion to send Jeff on
ahead to see that no wire-traps was stretched
across their way. The remainder of the
trip to the plantation was uneventful, and
they arrived at the mansion safe hut tired.
The poor, tired Lillie was hugged and
caresse*d until the quiet of the little log
prison would have been a relief.
Sylva was also remembered, and the
faithful negress wept with joy at the praise
and thankfulness bestowed upon her.
Henry Arno had recovered from his fall
sufficiently to sit up, and he claimed that
he was as well as ever. He felt disappointed
to think that others should be the ones to
rescue his lady-love from the bushwhack
ers, but he informed that young ladv that
the greatest misery of his life was to know
that she was in captivity and ho not able to
go to the rescue.
Henry's apology was accepted, although
as they told him, it was entirely unneces
sary, and all retired to rest, feeling thank
ful and happy, for they knew that it was
impossible for the river bushwhackers to
reach the plantation before morning.
Morning c-ame and went, and soon the
day was past and gone, and not a strange
person had made his appearance around
the plantation.
The inmates feared the night, but when
that also was passed in peaco they began to
experience relief, but they were not to be
lulled into a sense of security and then
taken unawares.
The day opened extremely hot and opres
sive. Not a leaf was stirring on the branch
es, and the heated air could be seen rising
in waves from the parched earth. Although
the mansion was well situated to receive the
benefit of any cooling breeze, and the
trees surrounding it broke the direct rays
of the scorching sun, yet the people seined
smothered and oppressed.
Not a cloud w f as to be seen in the brazen
looking sky. The birds were voiceless and
gaping in the foliage, and the animals were
lolling in the barn-yard.
As night approached, our friends hoped
for a bre ze to cool the heated air, but the
stillness of death was over everything.
There was a dark streak across the sky in
the northwest, and when the sun passed be
hind the lower end of it an unearthly gloom
settled over the earth.
The stillness was unbroken, not a night
bird was heard. The ticking of the tall
clock was a relief to -our friends, for no one
felt like talking.
As darkness!approached, a low rumbling,,
resembling the continuous tiringof artillery,
was heard in the distance. Broken clouds
scudded across the heavens from tho direc
tion of the approaching storm.
Th people were uniting with fear and
anxiety, knowing that its force must be ter
riblo when it struck them.
A faint light began to glimmer about the
mansion, and rapidly grew larger until the
lightness of the day was around, except
upon the south side where the deep shadow
of tb ‘'lingo building reached out across
the plantation.
“The house is on fire! The house is-on
fire!” was passed from one to another, as
the paleneess ol death stole over their hor
ror-stricken faces.
Here was a new danger, and one that was
insurmou table. How could they combat
this new element that their foes were fight
ing them with?
John was determined to know the worst,
so ho passed out at tho door and round to
the corner where he could see the lire. As
soon as he emerged from tho darkness a
volley of sho’.s, from the timber to the
north, greeted him, and he beat a hasty re
tre.it, but not until he saw a huge pile of
blazing si raw against the building. The
tongues of the flames were reaching up to,
and over the roof, like some huge demon,
and the fate of the mansion seemed sealed.
As John turned to go a puff of air struck
his face and the flames shot up far over the
roof. The thunder began to sound more
distinctly, and a few drops of rain pattered
against the house. Then came another gust
of wind, and the flames enveloped the man
sion like a mantle. Then again came still
ness, only relieved by the crackling of the
fire.
Nothing now but the intervention of prov
idence could save the building from de
struction.
A faint hope buoyed up the inmates.
What they had so feared in the early even
ing, they now looked to for their only help.
For an instant the entire heavens were
abaze with electricity, and a deafening peal
of thunder shook the very foundation of
the structure, and made the frightened peo
ple crouch in terror. A mournful sound fol
lowed like the groaning of some great mon
ster, and then the storm struck the house.
Then the flood-gates of heaven were
opened and the rain poured down in tor
rents.
The lightning was continuous, and the
crash of thunder that followed deafening.
Gradually the light waned and in a few
minutes the tire was extinguished. For an
hour the elements continued battling above
the drenched earth, and then the storm de
parted as quickly as it had come, and the
people who were thus providentially saved
by the opportune interference of nature be
lieved that “God fights the battles of the
just.”
The bushwhackers must have had a sim
ilar thought, for they slunk away and left
the persecuted people to enjoy another
quiet night.
Our friends had been acting entirely on
the defensive, but this began to grow mon
otonous, and John and Henry concluded that
unless the bushwhackers continued to press
matters, they would change the order of
things.
A few days had passed away, and our
friends had not seen anything more of their
enemies. They believed that it was only a
question of time when the rascals would
again putin an appearance, and thov kept a
continual watch for them.
One day two men rode up to the man
sion gate and asked to see the proprietor.
Two guns were leveled at the strangers
from the windows, and John with his rifle
walked out on the porch.
“Who are you, and what do you want?”
he demanded.
“We’re friends, and are hunting a place to
stop,” was the reply.
“Well, lay down your guns and come up
to the house. ”
They readily complied, and left their guns
leaning against the fence, and strolled lei
surely up the path, but kept a xVatch upon
the Wire Road from which they had come.
As they came up the steps one of the
strangers—who was poorly dressed, but
possessed of a fair-looking countenance,
with honest gray eyes, which looked un
flinchingly under John’s searching gaze—
reached out his long, bony hand and took
that of our hero with such fervor that it
made that young man wince.
“Mr. Eddies, I ’spose?”
“Yes, sir; and your name?
“William Gunn. Folks call me Bill,
though. ”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Gunn. If you
are a friendly ‘gun,’ you are perfectly wel
come, but we don’t want any ‘son-of-a-gnn’
here these times,” John remarked, seeming
ly in play, but wholly in earnest
“If lam correctly informed, you have
been over the Wire Road a great deal lately,
and I have reason to believe that we have
traveled the same road before,” the stranger
replied, paying no attention to tho light re
marks of our hero.
A few quick flashes of the hands of the
two men, and there was a mystic tie, a con
fidence, established between them that
nothing could shake.
John then turned to the other stranger,
who slood smiling at the actions of the two
men before him.
“And this man?” John asked.
“He’s all right. I vouch for him,” the
stranger answered, and the three entered
the house.
CHAPTER XIII.
AN ATTACK IN THE REAR.
The two men were introduced to the fam
ily and were cordially received.
When Jeff was reached in the introduc
tion the men looked inquiringly at John.
“A better friend, nor a whiter man, never
lived than this one, and no one could slight
mo nor hurt me more than to insult him.
He has saved my life, and he is my friend. ”
And John Eddies placed his hand on the
shoulder of the faithful colored man.
Jeff bowed low to the new men, and
wiren they reached out their hands he took
them with a fervor that convinced them of
the warm heart of the negro.
After they were seated, the first speaker,
Bill, began and told our friends why he
was here.
“I came down here fiom the North a
year ago,” he said, “to try and get what I
could out of a small estate my brother left
at his death, a few months before. This
friend of mine wanted to come South,
thinking that this climate might help his
lungs, which were weak, and so we come
together.
“There were certain persons who had al
ready secured most of the movable proper
ty, and when I came and demanded it,
they would not deliver it without due pro
cess of law, and some of them carried the
suits along until this trouble came upon us,
when they defied me, and afterward pro
ceeded to force me to leave the country,
which I strongly object to. They have
made it hot for both of us, and in more
ways than one, for we have been shot at,
and Lava had to repeatedly run for our
lives, and, to cap the climax, they burned
our buildings, and we had noplace to shel
ter us. We accidentally heard of you, and
the trouble you were having with the same
or other gangs of cut-throats, and we con
cluded to come and offer our services, and
unitedly fight them. ”
“What is your loss is our gain, then, ” said
John “for all we need now is additional
men, and we can repel all their attacks. We
shall consider it a favor if you will remain
with us. ”
“We will try and not be in the way. And
it may be I can get some consolation yet, if
I can't get anything else," said the stranger,
as a quiet smile stole pver his countenance.
The men’s horses were attended to and
their arms brought in. They proved to be
quiet, unobtrusive peoplo, and the Eddies
family considered them a good acquisition.
The younger stranger, whose name was
Sim Dorn, was in poor hea th. which made
it unpleasant for him, and no doubt made
him more quiet than he otherwise would
have been.
John had been p’anning to go to the river
again, but this time upon a different errand
from that which took him there on a former
occasion.
Tho thing that worried John in regard to
this trip was how to be positive that the
bushwhackers were in camp.
This puzzled him until darkness setiu on
the second day after the an ival of their new
friends, when he saw, to the southwest of
the Cross-Hollows Iload.alarge fire throw
ing its light brightly into the heavens
above it.
“There they are again,” said Henry, as he
pointed in the direction of the fire.
“Yes,” said John, "wo know they aro not
at home now, at any rate.”
“Marse John, less go for do Holler Hoad.
Dey’s boun’ ter take dat road in order ter
git tor de ribber. ”
“That’s a good idea, Jeff; we’ll go. Henry
and Mr. Dorn will guard tho house, and Mr.
Gunn and Jeff and I will go to ”the Cross-
Hollows Hoad, and meet the rascals as they
go on down to their camp.”
Henry objected to the plan, but John
would insist on his staying at the residence;
so he reluctantly consented, and the
three men hurriedly saddled their horses
and were soon on their way to the road that
leu to the river. They were not long in
reaching a point at which they left their
animals securely tied in a thick cluster of
trees. They then went on foot until they
got to a place about a hundred yards below
where the roads united. The reason they
selected that particular locality war; because
they could see the bushwhackers when they
left the Wire ltoad in going down, and an
other reason was that here the valley was
not over fifty feet broad, and afforded an
excellent opportunity to get in sure work at
the proper time.
Five minutes passed, and then ten, but
no person came in sight. A haif-hour went
slowly by, and our friends began to be im
patient. Forty-five minutes had fled and
“There they come!” whispered John.
As the others looked, they saw a body of
men slowly and quietly filing along. They
reached the Hollows Road, but kept right
on past it and up the Wire Road.
Our friends looked at each other in sur
prise. This was a turn in affairs that was
unexpected.
“I know what the scoundrels m an!”
John exclaimed, “Follow me and we’ll yet
beat them at their little game. ”
Getting their horses they rode slowly
after the men that had preceded them.
They would occasionally see the crowd in
'the distance, but they kept far in the rear,
and as much as possible in the shadows,
that they might not be discovered. When
they had turned the corner that showed the
road clear for some distance in front of the
mansion, they saw that the gang had halted
a few hundred yards beyond.
They were crowded together in a mass,
and appeared to be consulting. After a lit
tle time spent in the road, they vanished
into the woods that led to the back of the
building on the north.
They all now knew that the mansion was
once more to be assailed.
When the three men got opposite the
plantation gate they opened it and turned
in their horses. The gate was then closed,
the men crossed the road, in the
shadow of the trees, went past the man
sion until they had arrived at the spot
where the bushwhackers had left the road,
when they hastily crossed it, and making a
detour came up so that the rear of the great
building was easily seen through the trees.
A few dark forms could be seen flitting
about in the dim light, and our friends
knew they were up to some devilish
scheme.
A bunch of men not ton yards away could
be seen, and John determined to try and
get near them. Taking the shadows of
friendly trees, the three men stealthily
crawled forward until they had reached a
pile of dead brush only a few yards dis
tant from the six men, who were awaiting
the action of their comrades, who now
could be seen sneaking close up to the
building.
“We ’uns tried to burn up the curs,
tother night, but the rain kem and put out
ther fire for us. Goramighty, now it
rained!” said one of the gang.
“Is the Capting fixin’ ther charge, or is it
Woodsley?” inquired another.
“It’s the Capting, and he’ll blow the devil
outen the ole ranch, ” was the reply.
John reached over nnd whispered in
Gunn’s ear: “Take the left one;” then
turning to Jeff' he whispered, “take the
right-hand one,” and raised his own gun.
“What ’n the deuce is that? I heerd a
bush snap!” said one of the gang.
“0, yer skeered! Yer afeard ”
But the seteecn sawn never finished,
for the reports of three guns resounded
through the woods, and three men fell in
a heap on the ground, mortally w'ounded.
As soon as the smoke arose so that the
aim was sure, two more shots wero given
them, and then those that were able fled pre
cipitately. In a moment more four men were
seen running toward our friends. When
they arrived at the spot where their com
rades had been, and they saw the forms ly
ing before them, they seemed dazed.
Once more the three guns belched forth
their fire and metal, and two more of the
bushwhackers dropped in their tracks, and
the other two fled with the speed of the
wind toward the road.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
A Baron's Clever Scheme for Telling
Three Brothers Apart.
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The three brothers, Albert, William
and l heodore, were in the service of
Baron Von Hohenbret/el, but the Baron
eould never tell them apart. They were
triplets, and the resemblance between
them was remarkable. But the Baron
was a man of resources, and it finally oc
cuired to him that they might be made
to cut their beards in a manner which
should mark their iritials.— Fliegende
Blaetter.
The Best II * Could Do.
Old Lady (to street gamin)—“Yon
don’t cliew tobacco, do you, little boy?”
Little Bov—“No m; but 7 kin give
yer a cigarette.”— Jtfew York, Sun.
BEY. DR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE’S SUN
DAY SERMON.
Subject: “Is Orthodoxy Stale and
Unreasonable?” —Preached at the
Chautauqua (N. Y.) Assembly
of Religious Education.
Text: “ Ask for the old paths, where is
the good way , and walk therein , and ye shall
find rest for your souls. — Jeremiah vi„ 16.
A great London fog has come down upon
some of the ministers and some of the
churches in the shape of what is called “ad
vanced thought” in Biblical interpretation.
All of them, and without any exception,
deny the full inspiration of the Bible.
Genesis is an allegory, and there are many
myths in the Bible, and they philosophize
and guess and reason and evolute until they
land in a great continent of mud, from
which., I fear, for all eternity they will not
be able to extricate themselves.
The B'ble is not only divinely inspired, but
it is divinely protected in its present shape.
You could as easily, without detection, take
from the writings of Shakespeare Hamlet,
and institute in place thereof Alexander
Smith’s drama, as at any time during tho
last fifteen hundred years, a man could have
made any important change in the Bible
without immediate detection. If there had
been an element of weakness, or of de
ception, or of disintegration, the
Book would long ago have fallen to
pieces. If there had been one loose brick or
cracked casement in this castellated truth,
surely the bombardment of eight centuries
would have discovered and broken through
that imperfection. The fact that the Bible
stands mtact, notwithstanding all the furi
ous assaults on ail sides upon it, is proof to
me that it is a miracle, and every miracle is
of God.
“But,” says some one, “while we admit
the Bible is of God, it has not been under
stood until our time.” My answer is, that if
the Bible be a letter from God, our Father,to
man, His child, is it not strange that that
letter should have been written in such a
way that it should allow seventy genera
tions to pass away and be buried before the
letter could be understood ? That would be
a very bright Father who should write a
letter for the guidance and intelligence of
His children not understandable until
a thousand years after they were buried and
forgotten! While as the years roll on other
beauties and excellencies will unfold from the
Scriptures, that the Bible is such a dead
failure that all the Christian scholars for
1800 years were deceived in regard to
vast reaches of its meaning, is a demand
upon my credulity so great that if I found
myself at all disposed to yield to it I should
to-morrow morning apply at some insane
asylum as unfit to go alone.
Who make up this precious group of ad
vanced thinkers to whom God has made es
pecial revelation in our time of that which
He tried to make known thousands of years
ago and failed to make intelligible’ Are they
so distinguished for unworldliness, piety and
scholarship that it is to be expected that they
would have been chosen to fix up the defec
tive work of Moses and Isaiah and I’aul
and Christ? Is it all possible? I won
der on what mountains these mod
ern exegetes were transfigured? I
wonder what star pointed down to their birth
place.' Was it the North Star, or the Even
ing Star, or the Dipper? As they came
through and descended to our world did Mars
blush or Saturn lose one of its rings? When
I find these modern attempting to
improve upon the work of the Almighty and
to interlard it with their wisdom and to sug
gest prophetic and apostolic errata, I
am filled with a disgust insufferable.
Advanced thought, which proposes to
tell the T ,ord what He ought to have
said thousands of years ago, and would have
said if He had been as wise as His ninetenth
century critics! AU this comes of living
away back in the eternities instead of 18S8. I
have two wonders in regard to these men.
The first is how the Lord got along without
them before they were born. The second
wonder is how the Lord will get along; with
out them after they are dead.
“But,” say some, “do you really
think the Scriptures are inspired
throughout?’' Yes, either as history or
as guidance. Gibbon and Josephus and
Prescott record in their histories a great
many things they did not approve of. AAhen
George Bidfcroft puts upon his brilliarfflPhis
torieal paJHhe account of an Indian massa
cre, does he approve of that massacre? There
are scores of things in the Bible which neither
God nor inspired men sanctioned. Either as
history or as guidance the entire Bible was
; aspired of God.
“But,” says some one, “don’t you think
that the copyists might have made mistake,
in transferring the divine words from one
manuscript :oanother?” Yes.no doubt there
were such mistakes; hut they no more affect
the meaning of the Scriptures than the mis
spelling of a word or the ungrammatical
structure of a sentence in a last will and
testament affect the validity or the meaning
of tnat will. AU the mistakes made by the
copyists in the Scriptures do not amount to
any more importance than the difference be
tween your spelling in a document the word
forty, forty or fourty. This book is the last
will and testament of God to our lost world,
and it bequeaths everything in the right way,
although human hands may- have damaged
the grammar or made unjustifiable interpo
lation.
These men who pride themselves in our
day on being advanced thinkers in Biblical
interpretation will all of them end in athe
ism if they live long enough, and I declare
here to-day they are doing more in the differ
ent denominations of Christians,and through
out the world, for damaging Christianity
and hindering the cause of the world’s
betterment than five thousand Robert
Ingersolls could do. That man who stands
inside a castle is far more dangerous if he can
be an enemy than five thousand enemies out
side the castle. Robert G. Ingersoll assails
the castle from the outside. These men who
pretend to be advanced thinkers in all the
denominations are fighting the truth from
the inside, and trying to shove back the
bolts and swing open the gates.
Now, I am in favor of the greater freedom
of religious thought and discussion. I would
have as much liberty for heterodoxy as for
ortho loxy. If I should change my theories
of religion I should preach them out and out,
but not in the building where I am accus
tomed to preach, for that was erected by
people who believe in an entire Bible, an 1 it
would be dishonest for me to promulgate sm
timenti different from those for which that
building was put up. When we enter any
denomination as ministers of religion we take
a solemn vow that we will preach the senti
ments of that denomination. If we change
our theories, as we have a right to change
them, then there is a world several thousan 1
miles in circumference, and there are hun
dreds of halls and hundreds of academies of
m usic where we can ventilate our sentiments.
7 -emember that in all our cities, in time
of political agitation, there are the Republi
can headquarters and the Democratic he id
quarters. Sup:>ose I should go into one of
these headquarters pretending to be in sym
pathy with therir work, at tne same time
elect.oneering for the opposite party. I would
soon find that the centrifugal force was
greater than the centripetal! Now, if a
man enters a denomination of Christians,
taking a solemn oath, as we all do. that we
will promulgate the theories of that denom
ination, and then the man shall proclaim
some other theory, lie has broken his oath,
and he is an out-and-out perjurer. Never
theless, I declare for largest liberty in re
ligious discussion. I would no more have
the attempt to rear a monument to Thomas
Paine interfered with than I would have in
terfered with the lifting of the splendid mon
ument to Washington. Largest liberty for
the body, largest liberty for the mind.largest
liberty for the soul.
Now, I want to show you, as a matter of
a Ivocacy for what 1 believe to lie the right,
the splendors of orthodoxy. Many have sup
pose 1 that its dis-ip'es are peop’e of fiat
skulls, and no reading, and behind the
age, and the victims of gullibi ity. I shall
show you that the w. rd orthxloxy
stands for the greatest splen locs
outside of heaven. Behold the splendors of
Its achievements. AH the missionaries of the
Gospel the world round are men who be
lieve in an entire Bible. Call the roll of all
the missionaries who are to-day enduring
sacrifices in tho ends of the earth for the
cause of religion and the world’s
betterment, and they a!l believe in
an entire Bible. Just as soon as
a missionary begins to doubt whether there
ever was a Garden of Eden, or whether there
is any such thing as future punishment, he
conies right home from Beyrout or Madras,
and goes into tho insurance business! All
the missionary societies this day are officered
by Orthodox men, and are supported by
Orthodox churches.
Orthodoxy, beginning with the Sandwich
Islands, has captured vast regions of bar
barism for civilization, while hetardoxy has
to capture the first square inch. Blatant for
many years in Great Britain and the United
States, and strutting about with a peacockian
braggadocio it has yet to capture the
first continent, the first state, the
first township, the first ward, the first space
of ground as big as you could cover with the
small end of a sharp pin. Ninety-nine out
of every hundred of the Protestant churches
of America were built by people who
believed in an entire Bible. The pul
pit now may preach some other Gospel,
out Tt is a heterodox gun on an orthodox
carriage. The foundations of all the
churches that are of very great use in this
world to-day were laid by men who be
lieved the Bible from lid to lid, and if
1 cannot take it in that way I will not
take it at all; just as if I received
a letter that pretended to come from a
frie id, and part of it was his and part some
body else’s, and the other part somebody
eTse’s, and it was a sort of literary mongrel
ism, and I would throw the garbled sheets
into the waste basket.
No church of very great influence to-day
but was built by those who believed in an
entire Bible. Neither will a church last
long built on a part of the Bible. You
have noticed, I suppose, that as soon
as a man begins to give up the Bible
he is apt to preach in some hall, and
he has an audience while he lives, and when
he dies the church dies. If 1 thought that
my church in Brooklyn was built on a quarter
of a Bib!e, or a half a Bible, or three-quarters
of a Bible, or ninety-nine one hundredths of
a Bible, 1 would expect it to die when
I die; but when I know it is built
on the entire Word of God, I know it will last
two hundred years after you and I sleep the
last sleep. Oh, the splendors of an ortho
doxy, which, with ten thousand hands and
ten thousand pulpits and ten thousand Chris
tian churches, is trying to save the world!
In Music Hall, Boston, for many years
stood Theodore Parker battling orthodoxy,
giving it, as some supposed at that time,
its death wound. He was the most fascinat
ing man 1 ever heard or ever expected to hear,
and I came out from hearing him think
ing in my boyhood wav: “Well, that's the
death of the church.” On that same street
and not far from being opposite, stood Park
Congregational Church, called by its enemies
“Hell-fire Corner.” Theodore Yorker died
and his church died with him; or, if it is in
existence, it is so small you cannot see it
with the naked eye. Park Congregational
Church still stands on “Hell-fire Corner,”
thundering away the magnificent truths of
this glorious orthodoxy just as though Theo
dore Parker had never lived. All that Bos
ton, or Brooklyn, or New York, or the world
ever got that is worth having came through
the wide aqueduct of orthodoxy from tne
throne of God. xr
Behold the splendors of character built up
by orthodoxy. \V T ho had the greatest human
intellect the world ever knew? Paul. In
physical stature, insignificant; in mind, head
and shoulders above all the giants of the age.
Orthodox from scalp to heel. Who was the
greatest poet the ages ever saw, acknowledged
to be so both by infidels and Chris
tians? John Milton, seeing more without
eyes than anybody else ever saw with eyes.
Orthodox from scalp to heel. Who was the
greatest reformer the world has ever seen * so
acknowledge! by infidels as well as by Chris
tians. Martin Luther. Orthodox from scalp
to heel.
Then look at the certitudes. O man, be
lieving in au entire Bible, where did you
come from? Answer: “I descended from a
perfect parentage in Paradise, and Jehovah
breathed into my nostrils the breath of life.
I am a son of God. ”0 man, believing in a half
and-half Bible, believing in a Bible in spots,
where did you come from? Answer: “It is
all uncertain; in my ancestral line away
back there was an orang-outang and a tadpole
and a polywog, and it took millions of years
to get me evoluted.” Oh man, believing in a
Bible in spots, where are you going to when
you quit this world? Answer: “Going into a
great to be, so on into the great somewhere,
and then I shall pass through on to the great
anywhere, and I shall probably arrive in the
nowhere.” That is where I thought you
would fetch up. O man, believing in
an entire Bible, and believing with all your
heart, where are you going to when
leave this world? Answer: “1 am.going to
my Father’s house; I am going into the
companionship of my loved ones who have
gone before; lam going to leave all my
sins, ami 1 am going to be with God and like
God forever and forever.” Oh, the glorious
certitudes of orthodoxy!
Behold the splendors of orthodoxy in its
announcements of two destinies.
Palace and penitentiary. Palace with
gates on all sides through which all may
enter and live on celestial luxuries world
without end, an 1 all for the knocking and
the asking. A palace grander than if all the
Alliambras and the Versailles and the Wind
sor Castles and the Winter Gardens and the
imperial abodes of all earth were heaved up
into one arcbitectur al glory. At the other
end of the universe a penitentiary where men
who want their sins can have them. Would
it be fair that you and I should have our
choice of Christ and the palace, and other
men be denied their choice of sin and
eternal degradation ? Palace and penitentiary.
The first of no me unless you have the last.
Brooklyn and New York would be better
places to live in with Raymond Street Jail,
the Tombs and Sing Sing, and all the small
pox hospitals emptied on them, than heaven
would be if there were no hell. Palace and
penitentiary. If I see a man with a full bowl
of sin, and he thii-sts for it, and his vgiole
nature craves it, and he takes ho d with both
hands and presses that bowl to his lips, nnd
then presses it hard between his teeth,
and the draught begins to pour its sweet
ness down his throat: shall we snatch
away the bowl, and jerk the man up to the
gate of heaven, and push him in if he does
not want to go and sit down and sing psalms
forever? No. God has mude you and me so
completely free that we need not go to
heaven unless we prefer it. Not more free
to soar than free to sink.
Nearly all the heterodox people I know be
lieve all are coming out at the same destiny;
without regard to faith or character we are
all coming out at the shining gate. There
they are, all in glory together. Thom
as Paine and George Whitefield, Jezebel
and Mary Lyon, Nero and Charles Wesley,
Charles (iuiteau and James A.Garfield.John
Wilkes Booth and Abraham Lincoln—all in
glory together' All the innocent men, wo
men, and children who were massacred, side
by sido with their murderers. If we are all
coming out at the same destiny, without
regard to character, then it is true.
I turn away from such a debauched
heaven. Against that cauldron of piety and
blasphemy, philanthropy ane assassination,
self-sacrifice and l>eastliness, I place the two
dertinies of the Bible forever and forever
anti forever apart.
Behold also the splendors of the Christian
Orthodox death beds.
Those who deny the Bible, or denv any
part of it never die well. They either go
out in darkness or they go out in silence
portentous. You may gather up all the
biographies that have come forth since the
art of printing was invented, and I challenge
you to show me a triumphant death of a
man who rejected the Scriptures or rejected
any part of them. Here I make a great wide
avenue. On the one I put the death beds of
those who believed in an entire Bible. On
the oth r side of that avenue I put the
death beds of those who rc ected part
of the Bible, or rejected all of
the Bible. Now. take my arm and let us
piss through this dividing avenue. Look off
upon the right side. Here ar * the deathbods
on the right side of this avenue “Vic
tory through our Lord Jesus Christ!”
“Free grace!” .“Glory, glory!” “I am
sweeping through the gates washed in f
blood of the Lamb?” “The chariots a
coining!” “I mount, I fly 1” “Wings,wing!
“They are coming for me!” “Peace,
still!” Alfred Cookman’s death-bed, Iticha
Cecil’s death-b'd, Commodore Foote’s deat
bed. Your father’s death-bed, your mothe
death-bed, your sister’s death-bed, yo
child’s death-bed. Ten thousand radial
songful dyath-beds of those who believed <
entire Bible.
Now, take my arm and let us go throug
that avenue, and look off upon the oth
side. No smile of hope. No shout of triump
No face supernaturally illumined. Tho
who reject any part of the Bib
never die well. No beckoning f
angels to come. No listening for the i
lestial escort. Without any exception the
go out of the world because they are push
out; while on the other hand t
list of those who believed in an enti
Bible and gone out of the world
triumph is a list so long it seems intermin
able. Oh, is not that a splendid influence.th
orthodoxy, which makes that which mu
otherwise be the most dreadful hour of life
the last hour—positively paradisaical t
Yonn rr rnpr. | old iiise, mo
take sides in this contest between orthodox
and heterodoxy. “Ask for the old path
walk therein, and ye shall find re
for your souls.” * But you folio
this crusade against any part of tl
Bible —first of all you will give up Genesis
which is as true as Matthew; then yc
will give up all the historical poets of tl
Bible: then aftvr a while you will gb
up the miracles; then you will find
convenient to give up the Ten Commam
ments; and then after a while you will wal
up in a fountainless, rockless, treeless dese
swept of everlasting sirocco. If you a
laughed at you can afford to be laughed
for standing by the Bible just as God hi
given it to you and miraculously preserve
it.
Do not jump overboard from tho stan<
old Great Eastern of old-fashioned Orthodox
until there is something ready to tal
you up stronger than the fantastic yav
which has painted on . the side: “A:
vanced Thought,” and which leaks at tt
prow and leaks at the stern and has a st»
pen for one oar anil a glib tongue for tl
other oar, and now tips over this way an
then tips over that way, until you do nc
know whether the passengers will land in tl
breakers of despair or on the sinking sai
of infidelity and atheism.
lam in full sympathy with the advanc
meats of our time, hut this world will nev*
advance a single inch beyond this old Bibl
God was just as capable of dictating tl
truth to the prophets and apostles as He
capable of dictating the truth
these modern apostles and prophet
God has not learned anything in a thousa
years. H* knew just as much when He ga
the first dictation'as He does no.v, giving tl
last dictation, if He is giving any dictatii
at all. So 1 will stick to t!
old paths. Naturally a skeptic ai
preferring new things to old, I nev
so much as to-day felt the truth of the enti
Bible, especially as 1 see into what spectacul
imbecility men rush when they try to ch
up the Scriptures with the meat-axe of th«
own preferences, now calling up
philosophy, now calling on the Churc
now calling on God, now calling on t
devil. I prefer the thick, warm robe of t
old religion—old as God—the robe which h
kept so many warm amid the cold pilgrims
of this life and amid the chills of deat
The old robe rather than the thin, uncerti
gauze offered us by these wiseacres who b
lieve the Bible in spots.
On July 27th, 1814, at seventy-two years
age, expired Isabella Graham, she was t
most useful woman of her day amid the po
and sick, at the head of the orphan asylui
and Magdalen asylums, and au angel
mercy in hospital and reformatory. Dr. M
son, one of the mightiest men of his day, sa
at her funeral that she was mentally a
spiritually the most wonderfully endow*
perstm ho had ever met. Bhe was an ii
personation of the most orthodox orthodox:
Her last word was peace. As a sublii
peroration to my sermon, I will give an e
tract from her last will and testament, sho’
ing how one who believes in an entire Bil
may make a glorious exit:
An extract from a will:
“My children and my grandchildren I leave
my covonant God, tho God who hath fed me all i
life with the bread that perisheth and the bre
that never perisheth, who has been a Father to I
fatherless children and a husband to their widow
mother thus far. And now receiving my Uedeeme
testimony, I set to my seal that God is true; a
believing the record of John that God hath <dv
to me eternal Ilfs and this lift is in His ”so
who, through the eternal Spirit, overcomes witho
spot unto God, and being consecrated a priest f(
ever hath with ilia own blood entered into t
holy place, having obtained eternal redemption f
me. I also believe that He will perfect wh
concerns me, support and carry me safely throui
death, and present mo to Hie Father, complete
His own righteousness, without spot or wriukl
Into the hands or this redeeming God, Father, S<
and Holy Ghost I commit my redeemed spirit.
Isabella Graham.
Let me die the death of the righteous, at
lot my last end be like hers. “Glory be
the Father, and to the Son, and to the Ho
Ghost; as it web in the beginning, is no
and ever shall be world without end. Am*
and Amen!”
The Visitor.
A citizen of Portland, Me., was annoy
ed to receive, a few days before Christ
mas, a letter from his sister in the coun
try, saying that she would send a friend,
Miss Cornelia Schock, to spend the liol
days with his family. It was an unusua
liberty even for the sister to take, bu
the family made the best of it, put the
spare room in order, and waited foi
Miss Schock. She didn’t arrive on Sat
urday, but on Monday morning the ex
pressman left a long box at the door. In
it was Miss Cornelia Shock—a full-sized
young woman made entirely from the
“shoekings of corn. The face was made
of husks, carefully pierced; the hair was
of com silk; the body and limbs of
stalks, and the elaborate costume was a
skilful combination, made entirely from
the products of a shock of corn.
"Wanted to See.
A dialogue in which a fair but unfash
ionable young woman took part was in
cidental to the hanging of Dan Driscoll,
which took place at the Tombs in New
York. The witness whose testimony
went furthest to convict Him was Carrie
Wilson, a typical Bowery girl, who saw
the murder. She went to the prison tli#
day before the execution and asked Ward!
den Walsh if she would be permitted to
ser the hanging.
“What’s de matter wid me seeing
Danny hung?” was her wording of the
request.
“Can’t be done,” said the Warden,
positively.
“Den I want you to cut off a half a foot
of de rope—see?—for a keepsake.”
Even that was denied to her.
A Fortunate Discovery.
Patron— “Waiter, how’s this?”
“How’s what
“I found this cigar-holder in the
soup.”
“Well, well! I’m glad of that. I’ve
been huntin’ for the handed th.ng ao
hour.”—Av.V-t'iv« State Journal.
*•■ - • —— -
Frank Hartley of Taylor, Ga, while
taking care of his horse, dropped his
pocketbook from his coat. He picked’
it, up and laid it in the manger until ho,
thould have finished his work; but the
horse took a liking to it, and chewed and
swallowed the contents, excepting S3O in
gold. Over S4OO in greenbacks went
low n the good steed’s throat.