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PR. TALMAGE'S SERMON. VOICES OF GARDENS AND FIELDS. T«t “Mv 1 eloved is unto me u< a < lua t r o camphirj in t:.o \ meyards or Engedi.’’ Lsoa : of fcolouv n. i., 14. Solomon's Song has baen con d ie red by „ v a« lit onlv for moon struck sentimen- SSts writt n I v a voluptuary, th ‘ >tory of man crazed by a .air maid n. neither tit for ?*milv rrayers nor tor church. Indeal, we must admit that them were years iu Solo mon's life s'hen h? had s jveral bun Ired more live- than he "a> entitle I to, but he re- . u ted of hi, sin. and God chose him to write Line of the best tiling about Christ that have* ever been written. Beside that, » fhink the eii i-ism of modern times loon the immodesty of the Bible comes with rL, r grace from a centur y iu which the writ- I of George >'and va.ne to their fortieth edition, and Christians cannot get to tho vraver meeting because they have tickets for nlacesof amusement so dapiaved that they make “The Black Crook” resectable. I think, however, as far as Ica i sea in my 4 JP idity, that there are thugs tu-n-Mi out unon the community to . lay that bid fa rio do more damage than the Fong of Solo non. Hear, now, one cf his fresh and fair de scriptions of Jesus. If 1 had twenty years toprea- h I would like to employ ten of them in bringing out to observation those repre sentations of Christ that have as yet been r . J d by. 1 donot know why th? pulpit should hover over a few types of Christ when there an? so many symbols of Jesus that h ive never been discourse d upon. Why should we employ all our time in examining a few lilies when the Bible is a great garden fillo I with fuchsias and with daffodils, and with ama ranths, an I evening primroses for the close of life’s day. and crocuses at the foot of the snow bank of sorrow, and heartsease for the troubled, and pas?-ion-flowers planted at the foot of a cross, and morning glories spread ing out under the splendors of the breaking dav' borne years ago I discoursed to you about “the white hairs of Jesus,” and some of the newspapers supposed it was a mere fancy of my own —the poor fools not know ing that in Revelation-, the first and the fourteenth, the Bible speaks of Chri.-t: “His head and His hairs were white like wool—as white a* snow’—symbolizing the eternity of Jesus. Terraced on the side of the mountain wero tho vineyards of Engedi. Un, they are sweet places! From a shelving of the mountain, IbOfeet high, waters came down in beautiful baptism ou the faces of the leaves; the grapes intoxicate with their own winezpomegranates with juices bursting from the rind: all fruits, and flowers, and aromatic woods— among the sweetest of these the camphire plant of the text. Its flowers are in clusters like our lilac s—graceful,fragrant, symbolic al of Jesus: for “my beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi. ’ I will carry out the id a of my text, and in the first pla -e show you that this < amphiro plaut of the text wasa symbol of Christ, be cause of his fragrance. If 1 had a branch of it. and should wave it in your midst, it would fill the house with its redolence. The cam phire, as we have it, is offensive to some; but the camphire plant of the text has a fra grance gracious to all. The vineyards of Engedi bathe 1 in it—the branches, the buds, the blossoms dripping with sweetness, typical of the sweetness of Chi ist. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear I It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. The name cf Casar means power; the name of Herod means cru eity; the name of Alexander means conquest; the name of De mosthenes means eloquence; the name of Milton means poetry; the name of Benjamin West means painting; the name of Phidias means sculpture ;the name of Beethoven means music; the name of Howard means reform; but the name of Christ means love. It is the sweetest name that ever melted from lip or heart. As you open an old chest that has long been closed, the first thing that strikes you is the perfume of the herbs that were packed amid the clothing: so there are hundreds of hearts here which, if opened, would first offer to you the name of Jesus. Have you not seen Him? Through the dark night of your sin has He not Hashed upon your vision? Beautiful when He comes to save you A little child was crying very much during the time of the eclipse. It got so dark at noon that she was afraid and kept sobbing, and could not be silence! until after awhile the sum came out again, and she clapped her hands and said: “Oh, the sun! the sun!” Some of us have been in the darkness of our sin; eclipse after eclipse has passed over our soul; but after awhile the Sun of Righteousness poured His beams upon our hearts. and we cried: “The sun! the sun!” Beau-iful dawn in the straw of Bethlehem Khan! Beautiful in His mother’s shawl, a fugitive to Egypt! Beautiful with His feet in tho Galilean surf! Beautiful with the children hanging about His neck! Beautiful in the home circle of Bethany! Fairer than the sons of men: day spring from on high: light for those who sit in darkness, roseof Sharon: lily of the valley —altogether lovely! Uh! He is sue ha sin pardoner, such a trouble soother, such a wound-binder, such a grave-breaker, that the faintest pronuu iatiou of His name rouses up the incense of the garden, and all the ] er fumeof the tropi s; w hile the soul, in ecstasy of affection, cries out: “My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire from the vine yards of Eng; di.” But how shall I talk of the sweetness of Christ's pardon to those who have never felt it: of tho sweetness of His comfort to those who have refused his pr< mise: of the sweet ness of His face to who have turned 1 their back upon His love- Now, a great many people may think this is merely sickly sentimentalism. Jonathan Edwards was a cool man. He was harsh in some of his opin ions, he was never afflicted with any senti mental ardor, and yet, when tho name of Christ was mentioned, it threw him into a transport. Paul was a cool logician, with nerves unshaken in the Medi terranean shipwreck, a granitic nature, comfortable with the whole world against hirn. shaking his fist in the face of the gov ernments of earth and the forces of darkness; yet the thought of Christ thrilled him, transported him. overwhelmed him. John Knox was unbending in his nature and hard in some respects. The flash of his indigna tion mad? the Queen shiver and the Duchess uuake, yet he sat down as a little child at the feobof J-jsus. Solomon was surrounded by all palatial splendor—his ships going out from Ezion-geber on voyages of three years, bringing back all the wonders of the world, his parks afloat with myrrh and frankin cense, and a rustle with trees brought from foreign lands: the traces of his stnnendons garden* found by W traveler at this day. ‘Solomon sits down at this place to think of Christ, the altogether lovely, and the alto gether fa r; and whilst seated there come, a breath of the spices and aromatic woods, and □fthe blossoms in through the palaeo win dow, and he crie > out: “My tieloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire from the vine yards of Engedi. *’ Oh, rich and rare, exquisite and everlast ing perfume! Let it in every poor man’s windows: plant it on every put its leaves under every dying head, wreathe its blossoms far every garland; wave its branches in every home ; and when lam about to die, ■and my hind lie s cold acd stiff and white upon the pillow, let some plain and hum hie soul come and put in my dj ing grasp this liv ing branch with clusters “of campuire from the vineyar is of Engedi.” It S many years now since I found the Lord, a*ud I must iu your presen e tell you h w goou He has been to my soul. Often since then I have given Him a hard thrust in His sore side, but He has been patient with me by day and by night. It is tbe grief of my life that I have treated Him .x> badly, but He las never let mt* go. I have seen no wonderful sights, I have h ard no wonderful sounds.! have no marvelous experience; it has been a plain story of patience on His part and of unworthiuess on my part. Some of my dear friends before me have tad *u-*re w expirienc’. Christ to them lias . I’♦4m the < onu nierer on th? white horse. or I the Min of righteousness, s tring eie’-ything 1 a Ida e with light; or the bridegroom, com ing with lantern an 1 t-irclv»s. To me it has t lx eon very - u let and uudeT.oisrntive ex perience. 1 1 has been something very sweet. . t» it very still. How .‘ hall I des nbe it? I I it now: “My beloved >•> un o me as a cluster < f camphire from the vineyards of En.,e ’i.” But I r?mnrk further: ’Dus < atnphire p ant of the text was a symbol of Christ iu I the fact that it givn coloring. From the Me iit *rraman t» th? Ganges the people of the East j.a hered it. drie I the leaves, pul veri ed the n. and then used t iemas a dvo so • Lea itifving garments or their own j er s •i»s was that fact that gave tho <a u ! I ir * plant of the text its commercial value in the tune of Kiur Solomon—a type of my Lorn Jesus, woo beautiti?* and adorns and colors everything He touches. 1 have no faith in that man s conversion whose religion d' os n »t col >r his whole lif ». It was in ten led so to do. If a man has th ? grace of God in his heart it cught to show it-elf in the life. There on iht to be this “cluster cf canq hire” in the ledger, in the roll of government securities, in the medical prescription, iu the law book. A religion is of no value to a merchant unless it keeps Him from putting false labels on his g >o Is; or to the plasterer, unless it keeps him from putting up a ceiling which he knows will crack in six mouths; or to tho driver, unless it keeps him from lashing his horses to eight miles an hour when the thermometer is at ninety; or to the farmer, unless it keeps him from putting the only sound pippins on the top of the barrel; or to the shoemaker, unless it keeps him from substituting brown paper for good leather iu tho soles. Tn other words, the religion of Christ is good for everything or it is good for nothing. The grace of God never affe ts us by piecemeal. If the heart is changed, the head is changed, and the liver is changed, and tho spl *en is changed,and the bands are changed, and the feet are changed, and the store is changed, and the house is changed,and every thing over which man has any influence comes to a complete and radical change. The reiigii.n of tho Lord Jesus Chr st is not a pot of hyacinths, to be set in a parlor bay win dow for passers-by to look at and to bo ex amined by ourselves only when we have comnany, but it is to be a perfume filling all th? room of tho heart as “a cluster of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.” The trouble is men do not take their religion with them. The merchant loaves it outside* the counter, lest it disturb the goods. The housekeeper will not let her religion trail its robes in the kitchen on washing day. The philosopher will not let his religion come in ( amid the batteries, Jest it get a galvanic shock. • But I tell you unless your religion goes with you everywhere, it goes nowhere, i That religion was intended to color all the heart and the life. But, mark you, it was a bright color. For the most part it was an orange dye made of tliis camphire plant, one of the most brilliant of all the colors: and so the religion of Jesus Christ cast-? no blackness or gloom upon the soul. It brightens up life; it brightens up everything. 1 here is no more religion in a funeral than there is in a wedding; no more religion iu tears than in smiles. David was no better when he said he cried out of the depths of hell than he was when he said that his mouth was filled with laughter and his tongue with singing. The best men that I have ever known have laughed the loudest. Religion wa-? intended to brighten up all our character. Take out the sprig of cypress from your coat and put in “a cluster of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.” Religion s “ways are ways pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” I have found it so. There are hundreds in this house who have found it so. 1 remark again, that tbe camphire plant of the text was a symbol of Jesus Ch’ist be cause it is a mighty restorative. You know that there is nothing that starts respiration as soon in one wh > has lainted as camphor, as we have it. Put upon a sponge or handker chief, the effects are almost immediate. 1 Well, this camphire plant of the text, though somewhat different from that which we have, wasa pungent aromatic, and in that respect it becomes a type of our Lord Jesus Christ, who is tbe mightiest of re storatives. I have carried this cam phiro pant into the sick room, after the doctors have held their cousultation and said there was no hope and nothing more could be done, and the soul brightened up under the spiritual restorative. There is uo fever, no maras nus, no neuralgia, no con sumption, no disease of the body that the grace of God will not help. I wish that over every be 1 of pain and through every hospital of distress we might swing this “cluster of camphire from the vineyards of Engedi.” Christ’s hand is the softest pillow, Christ’s pardon is the strongest stimulus, Christs comfort is the mightiest anodyne, Christ’s salvation is the grandest restorative. It makes a man mightier than his physical dis tress. Art thou weary? Art thou languid? Art thou sore distressed? “Come with me,” saith One—“and coming, 1 e at rest.” If I ask Him to receive me, will he say me nay? Not till earth and not til] heaven pass away. Finding, following, keeping, struggling, is He s ire to bless? Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, answer— : yes! Nero tarred and put pitch upon the Chris tians of his day, and theu set them on lire, that they might illuminate the night round about the palace, but, while they wero burn ing, and the crowd beneath were jeering, louder than all the noise went up the song of praise and triumph fro n the dying martyrs. John Bradford came out in presence of the instrument of torture that was to put him to death and said: “I am a Christian now; I i have never been before.” And so again and | again the lion of Judah's tribe has torn to pieces the wild beasts of martyrdom. This gra e is also a restorative for tho back- i slider. Who do you mean by that? you say. I I mean you who used to fr«*quent tbe house • of God, but seldom go there now; you who onco used to pray, but never pray now; you who once sat at the holy communion, but take not the Lord’s cup now; I mean you who once rejoiced in Christian society, b it now sit among s offers. Backslider! Oh, what a sugge tive word! Backslider! From what have you slid back? You have slid back from your father s faith, from your early good habits. You have been sliding back from Christ, from the cross—sliding back from Heaven. When a man begins to slide he knows not where he will go You have been sliding back toward darkness. You have been sliding back toward an unblessed grave, toward a precipice, the first ten million miles of which downward are only a small jart of the eternal plunge. You were, perhaps, pro fessors in the country; you have made ship wreck in the town. It way be that the club blasted you; it may l?e that fashionable so iety destroye 1 you; it may be the kind of wife whom you married. You have no more hope for Heaven now than if I you had lived in Central As a and naver hear J of Christ and tbe judgment. Uh, where is that Bible you us ;d to read* Where is that room where you used to pray? What ' baveyoidone with that Jesus whose voice you once beard? Uh. murdered hours! Ob. inas-a r*d privileges! Uh, deal opportuni ties! Wake up now and shriek in that man’s -ar until be shall rouse himself from the hor rible somnambulism, walking, as he does, fast as eon, within an inch of hell. < h, that be might cry out now: “Golden Fab 1 aths, come back! <’■ mm inion masons, come back’ VVooings of the Holy Gho t, come back!’ But they wi l iu t cme. Gone, gone, gone! Sorrow will o i.e but not they. Uh, that you might sav«? the few remaining years of your life and con> < cate them to Chf ■<! I have b'*en sad sights J Lave he • sad sounds bit! tell you the ghe'-tu-v r, ng outMde ga es of h • amne ii- ack <der s <!• atnb •1, Do you not f.'-l ‘hav ing- an: Le i to vour ou! this divh. re-tor arivef* Doyon n led 'i e crying out with David: “Before :n r > me th- joys of thy -a • ation' For gr -ot in, great pai don: for dee • wGun s ommp-.tmt s ,r ery; for d as iars, a d-vir e ai- f r blind eves, ** hen euly o-ilist: for the d*-ai in the ui hea\a! of a gr« at i<‘ - .rivction. buc iu tbe i> world wtj shall fo?l the ' Lief restorat e fowerof religion. This is a niauet of weeping •• are 1; viug on. We enter uron life with a cry a eave it with a long s g‘i. If I could gather up the griefs of this au iliencv and put them m one sentence and then utter it. r wouM make everything between Lei <» and the throne of Go<l shudd r and howl The earth is gash *d d ’ep with graven. As at the cloaa of the war, sometimes we saw a regiment of one huiwired and fifty men, the fragment!* of th- thou and n en that went out, so, as I stan I b».ure you, 1 cannot but realize the fa *t ti nt y< u are the fragments representing min ireds of regi nents < f joyful associati nis that have b en broken up tor over. uh, tliis i>a world of sorrow! Rut, I le.<>e! bo G cd! tnvru will lie no sorrow in heaven The undertaker will have to have some oth t business there. In tho sum mer time <ur cities will have bills of mortality which aie frightful—sometimes in New i'ork a thousand deaths in a wook; sometimes it has been two thousand in lx»n don; but m that groat heavenly city there will not be a single cas» of sickness or death; not one black dress of mourning, but plenty of white robes of joy, handshaking of wel come. but none of separation. Why, if one trouble should attempt to enter Heaven, iße shining police of tho city would put it under everlasting arrest. If all the sorrows of life, mailed and swordod under A* ollyon, should attempt t > force that gate, one company from the tower would strike them Lack howling to the pit Room in heaven for all the raptures that ever knocke 1 at the gate, but no smallest annov ance, though slight as a summer insect. Doxology, but no dirge. Banqueting, but no “funeral baked meats. ’ No darkness at all, no grief at all, no sick ness at all, no death at all. A soul waking up in that placa will say: “Can it be that lam here: Will my head never ache again? Shall I never stumble over a grave again? Will 1 never say goodbye to loved ones j again? Can it Ik? possible that the stream is • past, that the bank is gained, that the glory 1 is begun? Show me Jesus that I may kLs His feet.” When the clock of Christian suffering has run down it will never l»e wound up again. Amid the vineyards of tbe heavenly Ehgtsii, that will be restoration without any relapse. That will be day with out any succeediug night. That will bo “the saints’ everlasting rest.'* Motors. The future of the world’s progress rests largely with the improvement of its mo tors. Steam has given vast impetus —has made the electric light and electric heat possible. The era of improved motors upon which we are entering will give us vastly improved methods, compared with our present conditions. We shall have improved rail cars, improved and cheaper freight transit, and in many ways vastly improved conditions. Improved mortors will give us an improved and cheaper electric light and electric heating and electric power. The field is vast for im provement in this direction. The motor of labor is money. Men labor and live for money. Life is poor without it. Disturb money and you dis turb the entire fabric of labor and indus try. But the motor of all motors is labor. Labor coins and counts stores and guards the money. Labor sets iu motion the ponderous engine which rusts in idleness until the act of labor sets the wheels in motion. Labor and capital are the Sia mese motors of the age. They must work together. Behind these—the life of each —is the great moral motor of Right. Without this the good-will to nan the world’s forces jar. The rhythm ceases, and ere long prosperity fails. Bight in education, right in conception, right in execution are the great motors of humanity. Wanted. // g_. R | F s Victor By young man, who at iresent occu pies a position somewhat dtlicult to sus tain with dignity, a chance o rise in the world, or get on his feet ajain.— Jutlqi. Fnn for the Conr. The constable was sent oulto bring nn important witness on a trial x fore a Da kota justice of the | eace. fe soon re turned without the man. “What’s the matter?” denanded the justice. “I found him holding a man’s coat during a tight and so didn’t listurb him, , your honor.” “Sir!” thundered th? jusice, “don’t you understand your duties better than , that?” ‘ I “Why. your honor, Ithoight this was your ruling in such cases.” “No, sir! this court was never guilty of making any such ordsr.” “What was it then?” “That you were to inmeliately bring the parties fighting intr the < ourt room, I where they could have t on and I could sc that they had fair play. Go right back after them. Th< juiy will remain seated, and some of tie spectators will please move back the diaiis and form a ring. Any gentleman nakrg bets must I deposit tbe stakes witi the court, w*- will retain ten per cent conmissio- .o I thi court knbws hers !, shs : *<. If have her share of the fu* going to in this town!”—‘tat isgoington Bell. • q* y .. largest body of resh water on the j ■ „iobe is Lake Superior, 400 miles lon-/ I 160 wide at its greaest breadth, and I . hr. ing an area of 32,00 square miles. | Its mean depth is 900 set. CHILDREN’S COLUMN. • 4 1 Meant To?' •‘I did not rise at the breakfast-boll, But was so sleepy, I can’t tell— I meant to. •‘The wood’s not carried in, I know. But there s the school-bell, I must go— I meant to. | “My lesson I forgot to write, But nuts and apples were so nice— I meant to. “I forgot to walk in on tiptoe; Oh, how tho baby cries, oh, oh ! I meant to. “There, I forgot to shut tho gate And put away my book and slate— I meant to. “The cattle trampled down tho coru; My slate is broken, book is torn— I meant to.” , Thus drawls poor idle Jimmie Hite, From morn till noon, from noon till night— i “I meant to.” And when ho grows to be a man, Ho'll bi'ixllossly mar every plan With that poor plea, “I meant to." The Isticlv nil cl ita Prey. In hunting for their pray the eagle and his mate mutually assist each other. It may here be mentioned that tho eagles are all monogamous, keeping themselves to a single mate and living together in the most perfect harmony through their i lives. Should, however, one of them die or be killed, the survivor is not long left in a state of widowhood, but vanishes . from the spot for a Tew days and then : returns with a new mate. It is a rather remarkable fact that whereas the vultures 1 feed their young by disgorging the food ; which they have taken into their crops, | the eagles carry their prey to their nests j and there tear it to pieces and feed the 1 eaglets with the morsels. When in pur suit of its prey it is a most audacious bird, having been scon to curry oil a hare from before the noses of the hounds. It is a keen fisherman, catching and secur ing salmon and various sea fish with sin gular skill. Sometimes it lias met with more than its match, and has seized up on a fish that was too heavy for his pow ers, thus falling a victim to its sporting propensities. Mr. Lloyd mentions sev eral instances where eagles have been drowned by pouncing upon large pike, which carried their assailants under water and fairly drowned them. In more , than one instance the feet of an eagle I have been seen firmly clinched in tho pike’s back, the body of the bird having decayed and fallen away. A Burmeae I'alry Story. There was once a king who heard that there was an enormous giant in a far country, and ho declared that he should never rest till he got a hair of the giant’s head. So lie sent iris fleet, and they sailed and they sailed and they sailed for weeks and weeks and weeks, and at last one day in the afternoon it became sud denly dark, and they stuck fast, and could get neither forward nor backward. Now the fact was that they had got in side a hole in a sort of carrot, the small est vegetable in the giant’s kingdom. And behold the next morning the giant’s children went out to fish, and as they picked up two or three elephants on their way for bait, but they were only able to catch a few of the very smallest fishes in the country—something equivalent to your minnows (said the narrator.) And as they were going back they saw the carrot growing by the water’s edge and pulled it up to put it into the curry, and inside it was the whole fleet. After they got home the giant threw the fish and the carrot into tlie pot in order to boil them, when the fleet rose out of the root to tho top of the water with all the men in it. “What arc those curious insects?” said the giant, peering down into the pot. The men tried to shout to the giant and tell him what it was they wanted, but their voices were too weak, and lie could not hear a word they said. At length he lifted them up to his ear in his hand, and a whole boat’s crew march iu at the hole, and went ever such a long way up inside, and then they all shouted together and told him they had \ come from their king to ask him for a hair of his head. So at last lie was able to hear what even then seemed to him only a whisper. Unlike his kind tho giant was apparently as good natured as he was big—he gave them the hair, lifted them back to the sea, where the hair, when put on board the fleet, nearly sank it, after which he puffed out his checks, and gave a tremendous blow, which car ried the fleet straight home, hundreds of miles at one go.— Good Wordn. The Small Boy and (lie Chief Justice. Among other traditions of the Govern ment Printing Office at Washington is a story told about a boy sent with some proof slips of an important decision to Chief Justice Taney. 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Head for circular, price llwt- etc , of Threshers, Eag nea, Haw Mills and Grain Registers, and be sure to mention Una paper. Affenls wanted. Address THE KOPPES MACHIk r ORRVILLF CO. gl .5. ... -- - - 1 ■>' ■ - u •—— l ■»' "II tVW juHNSUH’ANOWNE Diphtheria, Group, Asthrna, Bronchitis, Nsuvalxia, Rheumatism Blocdlnc at PARSONS’ S- PILLS Wfire disoovory. r o others like them In ths world. ™* <n '®J’ ll * nan ' ,e r of disease. Pan informal?.n around Qjnh r.ox is wo/th ten tfriss the coat o/a box of Dilia. Find out about thorn and you vrlli always be thaokfuL OriSDiii a doso free, do.d weryw.wro, or sent by m/di for 350. la stamps. Dr. I. n. .f r )TiUf, f >lS s. HO., 32 r.H KIMAKE HENS fc® Sold everywii/rro. or sent by mail for 20 coats la staaiys. 3 A-4 U». •ir-tlaht tS r-.uo, ttl« n".- by express, prepaid, for SO.OO. v “’jjg llTwoitKddxS itfU 7^// i LeHe- .-w Ko Robbing! No DiflarLe ! No Fore IVarranted not to the t'lathff, Ask your Grocer for it. If be cannot snp» plv von, one cake will be limbed fhi.k on receipt of six two cent stamp* for postage. A beautiful nine-colored ’* Chrenn) ” with three bnra. Deal er* and Grocers should write tor particulars. C. A. SHOUOY & SON, ROCKFOKD. ILI,. DURKEE'S X oESICCATEo p CELERY v 1 ® I POSSESSING THE . Amo.Y COMPLETE fy. " FLAVOR OF THE PLANT 'i GAu N T Lr - T B R 0 MSPICES SAIAD DRESSING FLAVORING ; EXTRACTS ' fi BAKING POWDER > C HALLENCESAU[; e g| AEATS.FISH& GENUINE INDIA 'rO: CURRY POWDER tW AWRENGE PURE LINSEED’OIL n MIXED iaINTS READY FOR USE. ar The Beat Paint Ma<e. Guaranteed to conuin no water, benatne, baryteu, ahemlcajo, rufeKar, eebeatos, eosin, alone oil, er euaer elan 11 ar adulterations. A full guaaiiiro on every paokaaa and directions foe use, sa &%t any one not a practical palnteeljSn uu*. Handsome sample cards, *nowtto 88 beautiful shades, mailed traaAd application. If no* kept by obalor, write to ua. Be careful to uk tat »‘TME LAWRENCE PAIMW* and do not take an? othariald to ba a aa aKlwa Utaranca’a." [W. W. UWRENOE & 00.,’' 'PITTSBURGH, PA. ~BEFORE * YOU PAINT (r you should r’w\'i- ✓6s*"' P h cxfttnjne WETHEBILL'B A Portfolio of vKx/ Zi i*7 Artistic Designs 'x s Okl Fashioned X x*3v-- Houses, Qi uteu Anne X*W> J l7 jSk ( ' ( >UnK<«. Hebur ban Xzft*’ Residences, etc. .coL ✓ used to match / Vx -7 -\j| Ifc/ \\ '• f Xi/' z ' and showing Cho latest end inoMt cf <rn,—>«-*• frail vo combination of colors in bouse -KSd-.rU..,. •fsvery V got our portfolio, Mfr * ' to w nd io us tar ** ‘ATLAS i s,® VJ your br»‘ READY-\ > J WV>' .aaptlyw; MIXED \ J\ £ ..« wuf appX PAHfT I - talahed. v> ri». »uu Do thia anil use "ARaa" faAtU/o. Y* 4 4 Ready-MUssd Paint and in- mj* ** iLaI sure you/KMj satisfaction. ' r <fM PjA our Guarantee. I I Iff Geo.Oetheirtil ACe. I [ feh WHITE LEAD and PAINT »...«/ jIJ r.J MANUFACTURERS. / 3P MS 66 North Front St. , •! PHILAD'A, PA