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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. | v • fflml /iJmI q yp 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.