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DR. TiLSJGE'S SERMON. MOTHERHOOD. Rev. Dr. Talmage preached in St. Lottis on hi, way homo from a Western trip, the twelfth of his -aries of sermons on •‘The Mar r.ago Hing." Its subject was •‘Motherhood.” Mr. Talmage took for his text: ■ Moreover his mother made him a little coat, and brought it to him from year to vear, when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.” —1 Samuel ii.. 19. “The stories of Deb >rah and Abigail are ▼ery apt to discourage a woman's soul,” he said. “Hannah was the wife of Elkanah, who was a person very mach like herself— unrouiantie and plain, never having fought a battle or Leen the subject of a marvelous es cape. Neither of them would have been called a genius. Just what you and I might be that "as Elkanah and Hannah. • The brightest time in all the history of that family was the birth of Samuel Al though no star rau along the heavens pointing down to his birthplace, I think the angels ot God stooped at the coming of so wonderful a prophet. “As Samuel had been given in answer to prater. Elkanah and all his family, save Hannah, -tarted up to Shiloh to offer sacri fices of thanksgiving. The cradle where the I child slept was altar enough fur Hannah's I grateful heart, but when the boy was old ! she took him to Shiloh and took three bullocks and »" ephah of flour and a bottle of wine, and I made offering of sacrifice unto the Lord, and there, according to a previous vow, she left him, fcr there he was to stay all the days of his life and minister in the temple. “Years rolled on. and every year Hannah niaiio with her own hand a garment for Samuel and took it over to him. The lad would have got along well without that gar ment, fcr I suppose be was wel clad by the ministry of the temple; but Hannah could not Im contented unless she was all the time doing something for her darling boy. ‘More ovci his mother made him a little coat and brought it to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to offer the ■ yearly sacrifice.’ • *«. ■Hannah stands before you, then, in the first place, as an industrial mother. There was no need for her to work. Elkanah, her husband, was far from poor. He belonged to a distinguished family; for the Bible tells us that he was the son of Jeroboam, the son of Flihu, the son of John, the sou of Zuph. , ‘•Who were they f” you say. Ido not know; but they were distinguished people, no doubt, : or their names would not have been men- . tioned. Hannah might have seated horse It with her family, and, with folded arms and dishevelled hair, read novels from year to year, if there had l>een any to read; but when I see her making that garment, and taking it over to Samuel, 1 know she is industrious from | principle as well as from pleasure. God would not have a mother become a drudge, or a slave; he would have her employ all the helps , posable in this day in the rearing of her children. But Hannah ought never to be ashamed to be fouud making a coat for Samuel. . .. ‘ Most mothers need no counsel in this ai rect'iou. The wrinkles on their brow, the pal’or ou their cheek, the thimble-mark on their tinge:- at'est that they are faithful in their maternal duties. The bloom and the brightness and the vivacity of girlhood have given place for the grander dignity and use fulness and industry of motherhood. But there is a heathenish idea getting abroad in some of the families of Americans; there are mothers who banish themselves from the I home circle. For three-fourths of their ma ternal duties they prove themselves mcom- Setrnt Thev are ignorant of what their chil ren wear, and what their children eat, and what their children read. They intrust to irresposHile persons these young immortals, , and allow them to be under influences which inav cripp’e their bodies, or taint their purity, or spoil their manners, or destroy 1 their souls. , „ "Who are the industrious men in all our occupations and professions) Uho are they managing the merchandise of the world, building the walls, tinning the roofs, weaving . the carpet.-, making the laws, governing the nations, making the earth to quake and heave and rem and rattle with the tread of gigantic enterprises; Who are they? For the most par: tin y des ended from industrious moth ers who, in the old homestead, used to spin their own vain, and weave theirown carpets, and plait their own door-mats, and flag their own chu is and do their own work. The stalwart men and the influential women of this day, ninety-nine out of a hundred of them, came from such an illustrious ancestry of hal'd knuckles and homespun. “And who are these people in society, light as froth, blown every whither of temptation and fashion: the peddlers of filthy stories, the dam tig-jacks of political parties, the scum of society, the tavern-lounging, the store-infesting, the men of low wink and filthv chuckle and brass breastpins and rotten associations' For the most part they come from mot hers idle and disgusting, the scandal mongers of society, going from house to hou-e, attending to everybody's business but their own, believing in witches and ghosts and hon-t ioes to keep the devil out of the churn, and by a godless life 'setting their children 1 n the very verge of hell. The mothers of Samuel Johnson and of Alfred the Great and of Isaac Newton and of St. Augustine and ot Richard Cecil and of Presi dent Edwards, for the most part, were in dusuiouii hard-working mothers. ‘‘Agait. Hannah stands before you as an intelligent mother, From .the way in which she talked in this chapter, and fre m the way she managed this boy, you know sue was in telligent. There are no persons in a commu nity who need to be so wise and well in formed as mothers. “Oh, h<-w much care and intelligence are necessary in the rearing of children! But in this day. when there are so many books on the subje t, no parent is excusable in being ignorant . i the test mode of bringing up a child. If parents knew more of dietetics there would not be SO many dyspeptic stom aehes and weak nerves and in ompetent liv ers among children. If parents knew more of physiology there would not be so many curved -ipiue.--, and cramped chests, and in flamed throats, and diseased lungs, as there are among children. If parents knew more ot art and were in sympathy with al that is lieautiful there would not be so many children inning out in the world with boor ish proi-bvities. If parents knew more of Chri-t and pra-ticed more of his religion there would not bo so many little feet already starting on the wrong road, and all around us voice-: of riot and blasphemv would not conn up with such testacy of infernal tri umph ''Again, Hannah stands before yon as a Christian mother. From her prayers and from the way she consecrated he - boy to God I know the was good. A mother may have the finest ulture, the most brilliant sur roundings. but she is not fit for her duties Unless sb< fie a Christian mother. There may be well-read libraries in the house, and ex flu'jdte music in the parlor, and the canvas or Ihi in t artists adorning the walls, and the war Irotie tie crowded with tasteful apparel, ana tin ■ hildren be wonderful for their at’a:i;ii, ( l-~ and make the house ring with laughter and innocent mirth, but there is •one-thing woeful looking in that house if >t be not also the residence of a Christian mother I ndred and twentv r-lorgyme-i were , ‘Y 6l "* l ', and they were telling their exi-eri- ■ ' 1 ancestry; and of the 120 elergy men l« many of them do you suppose a.s agnei- u- the means of their conversion the mnneuu <f a Christian mother' One huu- K 11 Philip Doddridge was t> 1 , lio d by the Scripture lesson on the I'utet tiles °f a chimney fireplace. The s h e i-s only rocking a child, & " !‘be same time she may be rocking the he. ■ " £t? t,ons ' rocking the glories of ■ if , '’” 11 -he same maternal power that may .. tin child up may press a child down. 'mughter came toa worldly mother and ” ' s -' anxious about her sins and she "'* ll Ikying all night. The mother said: inr T* • P ra y‘ n = ! I don't believe in pray “K- bit over all these religious notions and I’ll give yon a dress that, will cost >SOO, and vou may wear it next week tv that party", The daughter took the dress, and she moved in the gay circle the gnvestof all the gay that . night, and sure enough all religious impresoicms were gone, nnd she stopped 1 raying. A few ■ mi nths after she came to die, an 1 in her closing moments said, "Mother. 1 i I wish yon would bring me that dress that co t Ki'Xi.” The moth r thou .’lit it a very strange request. but she brought it to pieuse the dying chil l. ‘Now,’ said the daughter, •metier, hang that dress on the foot of my bed,’and the dr<--s was hung th-'—' on the foot of the bod. Then ihe dying girl got up on one elbow and looked at her mother, and t hen pointed to the dress, and said: ‘Mother, that dress is the price of my soul!’ Oh, what a momentous thing it is to boa mother! “Hannah stanls before you the rewarded mother. For all the coats she made forSam ual, for all the prayers she offered for him, for the discipline exerted over him, she got al undant compensation in the piety and the usefulness and the popularity of hereon Sam- I uel: and that is true in all ages. Every mother gets full pay for all the prayers and tears in behalf other children.” Concluding. Mr. Talmage said: “Lookout for the young man who speaks of his father as ‘ the governor,’ ‘the squire,’ or the ‘old chap.’ Look out for the young woman who calls her mother her'maternal ancestor.’ or the‘old woman.’ ‘Theeye that mocketh at his father and refuseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.” Gunning for a Dog. A Detroiter who was skirmishing along the River Rouge the other day with a gun met a farmer and a dog on the road near the Woodmere cemetery, and as the two men stopped to speak the dog ran down the highway about twenty rods,Bat up on end and began to bark. “What’s the matter with your dog?’ asked the sportsman. “Oh. nothing. He’s simply getting readv.” “What for?” “For you to shoot. Whenever any of you folks come gunning around here t set him up at twenty rods for a quarter a j shot.” “You do, eh? Well, you can say good by to him at once, for I’ll kill him at the ! first shot. Here’s your quarter.” “Off-hand shot, you know?” “Os course.” The sportsman got ready, and the far mer chewed away at at twig and gently whistled “.Mollie Darling.” The rifle cracked, the smoke flew away, and the dog frisked around in high glee. ‘‘Better try another,” suggested tba 1 farmer. “111 do it! I’ll try a hundred! Here’s a dollar, and that dog has seen the last spring break-up!” It was a repeating rifle the man bads and he blazed away again and again un til he had tired the four shots. The dog chased his tail around a circle, and the farmer said: , “Mebbe it isn’t your day for shooting, you know?” “Mebbe it isn’t, but here’s another dol lar !” He cracked away another four times, and as the last shot rang out the dog came toward him on a trot, ears cocked up and eyes looking around for rabbit tracks. “Well, I guess Imust be joggin’ along,” said the farmer, “I'm very much obleeged for—” “Not by a blame sight!” shouted the hunter. “I’ve got $5 left, and I’ll blow every cent of it in on that pup! Send him back!” “Stranger, the limit on this game is two and a quarter. You’ve struck hard pan.” “I’ll give you fifty cents a shot.” “Not to-day. In fact, John Henry won’t stand over nine shots without bolting.” “Say a dollar a shot!” shouted the hunter. “Can’t do it. I’m making eighteer shillings a day off that dog, and I don’t want to play dirt on him. If you are down this way to-morrow whistle for me and mebbe I’ll raise ye.r bluff. Come, John Henry.” “Five dollars a shot!” desperately shouted the hunter. “Not at present. Come out to-mor row. Come heeled to shoot all day. Good-bye, stranger!”— Detroit Free Press. “ Professional.” I The following story leaked out this morning on a prominent railroad man, who lives on the south side of Bag street. Last evening this railroad ticket agent was standing in front of the Park theatre, looking with longing eyes at the people who were going into the show. Suddenly one of the St. James hotel musicians passed him on the steps, and the railroad man heard the musician say to the doorkeeper: “Profession.” “What?” replied the d. or keeper; “St. ' James bund.” “Pass,” replied the door keeper. All this the railroad man took in, when suddenly the idea struck him that he, too, might get a pass. Pulling down his vest and clearing his throat the railroad man “waltzed” up to the doorkeeper, and putting on a “Ko- Ko-like” expression, winked at the ticket man, and, in a most indifferent fashion, drawled out, “Piofes«ion.” “What?” This was a s tagger, as the iailroader had not thought of what kind of a show he should have said he belonged to. “Well —ah —” stuttered the railroad man, “I nn a professional liar.” at length he blurted out in desperation. “Pass the gentleman in,” yelled the doorkeeper, and in he went.— Jacksonville Union. Love's Young Dream. A student of the university of Texas met Kosciusks Murphy on the street. “You seem to be in a wonderfal good humor to-day. Did you get the medal this week for good behavior!” remarked Kosciusko. “lamina good humor. Let me tell you something in confidence, in strict confidence.” “All right. Propel.” “Miss Birdie McGinnis asked me for my photograph day before yesterday.” “Pshaw! That’s nothing new. She told me about it yesterday evening. She has got a stupid servant girl, who'can’t distinguish one face from another. Miss Birdie gave your picture to the servant girl, so that she will be sure to tell you that her mistress is not at home when you call. Miss Birdie told me th it was the only way to keep you out of the house." —Texas Siftings. . AN ENGINEER S STORY His Strange Passenger on a Southern Railroad. Au Incident of the War in Which a Prom inent Confederate Figured Over in Jersey City one Jay last week, says “Halstou" in the New York Times, two or three locomotive engineers sat talking over strange experiences, and this was the story that one of them told: “I was a young man working on a South ern railroad as « fireman when the war broke out. Before the war was over I got an engine of my own; but before I was regularly promoted the engineer of my train fell sick all of a sudden and I was ordered to take the engine out my self. I shipped a brakeman to do my fir ing, and started away at G o'clock in the morning, pulling otre passenger and half a dozen freight cars. There wasn't any fighting along my liue, but there was a deal of bad feeling everywhere, and lo.s of lawless deeds were being commit ted. The track on this- road had been torn up in two places only » week before, and there was a good bit of talk about trainwreckers and the like. At about 8 o'clock at away station I got a telegram from headquarters to drop all my cars and hurry right on to the end of the line with only my locomotive and tender. It »as a queer order, but Ii knew that it was official and I made ready to obey or ders, when a little man with a brown slouch hat, who did not look as if he weighed over a hundred pounds, climbed up into the cab and said to me that he wished I would let him ride in there with me, he was so anxious to-go forward as far as he could. I told liim that my orders were to let nobody ride, and ex plained that I didn’t think I could let him go. ‘Don’t you expeet me?’ he asked. I told him I didn't. ‘lt will be all right,’ he insisted, but when I asked him what was his name and what was his business he couldn’t be induced to tell me. ‘Then it’s all up,’ said I; ‘l’ll go right along without you.’ Then ho sug gested that he was willing to pay me well for letting him remain aboard, but I wasn’t taking any chances, and I told him so. I was only waiting till my fire man attended to some business that he had gone down the track about, and then 1 was going to shoot ahead and leave everybody behind. You ought to have seen the sparks in that little man’s eye. ‘You needn’t wait for your helper,’ he said in that kind o’ quiet tone that had a whole battlefield in its very quietness. ‘You needn’t wait for yonr fireman. I’ll do his work. Go ahead!” I looked at him, wondering whether or not he was crazy, when he calmly took out a shiny pistol and tapped gently on one of the brass roils of the cab seat, and he repeated once more, ‘Go ahead!’ I was knocked cleanout. What could the stranger mean? That sparkle in his eye grew brighter and and brighter, and seemed fairly to dance like a diamond under the sun. ‘Do you understand?’ he inquired in the quiet tone that pierced me like a bullet. ‘Go ahead, Isay.’ I went ahead. On, ou, and ou we dashed, through the fields and forests and by the villages, stopping nowhere, my passenger—l felt that he was a madman—ke ping a close watch on me all the while. I was scared. That pistol was still in his hand, and like the little hand of a watch its rat-a-tat-tat on the brass rod kept counting off the sec- 1 onds and the minutes till 1 grew almost j crazy myself, I was rattled. A sort of film kept coming before my eyes. He said not one word, but I felt that his scarch- I ing gaze was on me all the while. And finally I could stand it no more. There was a rush of blood to my head, I stag , gered and fell—with the town I was bound for just in sight. What I remeni . her next was a buzz of voices oy-?r me a I lay in a doctorln office. Aside fjOITi '! nervous shigifc ] had suffered nothing. , fffy cngl'uc had brought me into town all right, nnd had come to a i alt at the sta , tion as gently and aimably as anv old family horse. The man who had rode down with me had known enough to govern her, but he had waited at the depot after arriving only Jong enough to 1 tell a bystander that I was in need of help in on the engine’s floor. A week after I learned the reason for the strange order that had been given me to hurry on ( with my locomotive and no cars, and I I learned too the name and the mission of my jiassenger. A telegraph operator had blundered. My dispatch should have ! read a ‘Take on little man with brown slouch hat; drop all cars and rush for ward with no stops.’ The operator had carelessly left off the first phrase about •the little man with brown slouch hat,’ and given me only the last part of the order. The man? He was Alexander H. Stephens, and he had important war information—information that he had been willing to trust to nobody else. He apologized to me afterward for his strung •cti'ms, 1/ut he said he felt that only in such away could he ever manage to make me go on, for he didn’t know what the real text of my orders was and he was afraid to ask for fear that he might find me either unfriendly or untrustworthy. Those were days when everylxxly was suspected, you know.” The United States raised b’-ashels of oats last year. How Some Artl«to Live. One con live cheaply or the reverse fn New York, as Leander Rich: rdson shows. He relates the fact that many unmarried artists have rooms opening out of theii studios making arrangements for the sweeping, washing and all that sort of thing with the janitors of the buildings in which their quarters are situated. The milkman comes in the morning and leaves his little bottle of he best milk, the bak er comes around with the muffins and the janitor's boy runs out to get the other supplies for the day. When the man in the house is- ready for his breakfast, he goes and cooks it, and there isn'tk anybody to find fault with for making the coffee too strong or doing the steak too much. One of the profession who makes- a large inline was found im mersed in the duties of the kitx’hen, and apparently enjoying himself. He was covered over with a large white apron,» and his sleeves were rolled np above his elbows displaying a pair of brawny and , well-shaped arms, while in his mouth was the regulation- artist’s black pi|>e. At that particular instant he was finish ing up the luncheon, which a.few min utes later the party sat down to demolish. It was a vary nice affair, consisting of consomme in cups, broiled oysters, a ten der fillet of beef, blank coffee, cheese and hard crackers. At Delmonioo’s it would have cost or $3. In the artist’s little suite of rooms the total outlay was less than fifty cents, and the host, who has a genuine liking for the preparation of eat ables, en joyed the pleasure of doing the cooking beside. Richnixlson says furth er: I was surprislied to hear my artistic friend tell the other day how many peo ple of high and low degree live in this way in New -York. He declared that three out of five of the painters car ried on this existence ,ih-a more or less modified form, some of them keeping a servant to run errands and do die menial part of the Housekeeping, while many others did it all themselves. Some of have them elaborately gotten np flats in which they live in great style, but the bulk of them carry on their existence in sets of rooms opening out of theie studios. That, however, is not a'fair example of the bohemiaa> sort of thing at its best in New York. Eben Plympton, the actor, used to run a pleasant little flat down in Twenty-ninth street, where he delighted in inviting his friends and (treating them to luncheons, dinners or suppers of his own preparation. I never could bring rayself to think Eben a good actor, but they do say he is a firsb-class cook, and perhaps that is the direction in which hi: genias lies. At any rate, his rooms were the resorb of lots of people who know what good eating is, and who always appeared to be very glad, indeed, to have an invitation to a feast made ready by their host himself. Hillary Belt, a well-known ' painter who diversi fies his jirofcssional career by writing a portion of the time for newspapersand magazines, also lives by himself, doing all his own cooking and oftentimes enter taining his friends. He was telling me the other day how in the early days of his career, when he used to be sometimes hard up for money, he found he could live in really excellent style upon this I system nt a total outlay of about $3 a week—tins amount, of course, covering only the cost of the raw materials and not including rent. So it will I e seen that a man who enjoys puttering around nt cooking and nil that kind of thing may combine thorough pleasure with complete economy. Grew Rich on Rat-Traps. John McMahal, a year ago, lived in a desolute little shanty near Twenty sixth street. His subsistence was obtained by the labor of his two daughters and the sale of some little nit-traps which lie. made, Finally lie v. :i- tnken sick anti ■ was an it'Vtilid. 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