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DR. TALK AGES' SERMON.
IMPORTANCE OF CHRISTIANITY
IN THE HOME.
(Preached Mt <*rimst>y, Canada.)
Text: “Entreatme not to leave thee, or to
return from following an »r thee; for whither
tbou goest, I w ill go. and where thou lodgest,
I will lodg*: thy p?uple shall b* my people,
and thy Uud my *• where thou aiest, will
I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do
noto'me, and more also, if aught but death
part thee and me."—Ruth i., In and 17.
1 Famine in Judah i non fields distin
guished for fertility the blight came, ami at
the door of princely abodes waut knocked.
Turning his back upon his house and his
lands, Elimelech took his wife, Naomi and
his two sons and started for the land of
Moab in search of bread. Getting into
Moab, his two sons married ido’aters—Ruth
the name of one, Orpah the name of the
other. Great calamities came upon that
household. Elimelech died and his two sons,
leaving Naomi, the wife, and the two daugh
ters-in-law. Poor Naomi! in a strange land
and her husband and two sous dead. She
must go back to Judah. She cannot stand it
iu a place where everything reminded herof
her sorrow. Just as now, sometimes you
see j ersons moving from one house to anoth
er, or from one c ity to another, and you can
not understand it until you find out that it is
because there were associations with a cer
tain place that they could no longer bear.
Naomi must fctart for the land of Judah: but
how shall she get th re < Between Moab and
the plat e w here she would like to go there
are deserts; there are wild beasts ranging the
wilderness; there are savages going up and
down, and there is the awful Deal Sea.
Well, you say, she came over the read once,
she can do so again. Ah’ when she came
over the road before ‘■he had the strong arms
of her husband and her two sons to defend
her; now th?y are all gone. The hour of
parting has come, and Naomi must be sepa
rated from her two daughters-in law. Ruth
and Orpah. They were tenderly attached,
three mourners. They had bent over
the same sick bed; they had moved in the
same funeral procession; they had wept
over the same grave. There the three
mourners stand talking. Naomi thinks
of the time when she left Ju
dah. with a prince for her companion.
Then they all think of the marriage festivals
when Naomi s two sons were united to these
women, w’ho have now exchanged the wreath
of the bride for the veil of the mourner.
Naomi starts for the land of Judah, and Ruth
and (irpah resolve to go a little way along
with her. They have gene but a short dis
tance when Naomi turns around and says to
her daughters-in law: “Go back. There
may be days of brightness yet for you In
your native land. Ican t bear to take you
away from your home and the homes of your
kindred. I am old and troubled. Go not
along with me. The Lord deal gently with
you as ve have dealt with the dead and with
me.” But they persisted in.going, and so the
three traveled on until after awhile Naomi
turns around again and begs them to go back.
Orpah takes the suggestion, and after a sad
parting goes away; but Knth, grand.and
glorious Ruth, turns her back upon her home.
She says: “I can’t bear to let that old mother
go alone. It is iny duty to go with her.”
And throwing her arms around weeping Na
omi, she pours out her soul in the tenderness
and pathos and Christian eloquence of my
text: “Entreat me not to leave thee, or to
return from f ollowing after thee: for whither
thou goest, I will go; and whither thou lodg
est, 1 will lodge; thy people shall be my peo
ple, and thy God my God; where thou diest
I will die, and there will I be buried; the
Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught
but death part thee and me.”
Five choices made Ruth in that text, and
five choices must we all make, if we ever
want to get to heaven.
I. In the first place, if we want to become
Christians, wo must, like Ruth in the text,
choose the Christian’s God. Beautiful Ruth
looked up into the wrinkled fat e of Naomi
and said: “Thy God shall be my God.” You
tee it was a < ha»po of Kuomrs tiOCl
was Jeh «vah; Ruth s God was Chemosh, the
divinity of the Moabites, w hom she had wor
shiped "under the symbol of a black star.
Now she comes out from that black-starred
divinity, an 1 takes the Lord in whom there
is no darkness at all; the silver-starred divin
ity to whom the met? or pointed down in
Bethlehem, the sunshiny God, of whom the
psalmist wrote: “The Lord God is a
sun.” And so, my friends, if we want
to become Christians, wo must change
gods. This world s the Chemosh to
most people. It is a black-starred god. It
can heal no wounds. It can wipe away no
sorrows. It can pay no debts. It can save
no undying soul. It is a great ch‘at, so
many thousand miles in diameter and so
many thousand miles in circumference. If
I should put this audience under oath, one
half of them would swear that this world is
a liar. It is a bank which makes large adver
tisement of what it has in the vaults and of
the dividends that it declares, and tells us
that if we want happiness, all we have got
to do is to come to that Lank and apply for
it. In the hour of need, we go to that bank
to get happiness, and we find that the vaults
are empty, and all reliabilities have ab
sconded and we are swindled out of every
thing. O thou bla k-starred Chemosh, how
many are burning in ease at thy shrine!
Now, Ruth turned away from this god
Chemo'h, and she took Naomi’s God. Who
was that* The God that made the world and
nut you in it. The God that fashioned the
heaven and filled it with blissful inhabitants.
The God whose lifetime study it has been to
make you and all bis creatures happy. The
God who watche 1 us in childhood, and led us
through the gauntlet of infantile distresses,
feeding us when we were hungry, pillowing
us when we were somnolent, and sending his
only Hon to wash away our pollution with
the tears and blood of his own eye
and heart, and offering to be our
everlasting rest, comfort, and ec
stasy. A loving Go 1. A sympathetic
God. A great-hearted God, Au all-encom
passing God. A God who flings himself on
this world in a very abandonment of ever
lasting affection. The clouds, the veil of his
face. The sea, the aquarium of his palace.
The stars, the dew-drops on his lawn. The
Cod of Hannah s prayer and Esther's conso
ciation, and Mary*te broken h a;t and Ruth’s
loving and bereft spirit. Oh, choose ye be
tween Chemosh and Jehovah! The one ser
vice is pain and disaj >p’ hutment: the ot her ser
vice is brightm ss an 1 life. I have tried both.
I chose the service of Gcd because I was
ashamed to do otherwise. 1 felt it would lie
imbecile for me to choose Chemosh above
Jehovah.
“Oh, happy day that fixed my choice
Oh Thee, my Saviour, and my God!
Well mav this glowing Heart rejoice,
And tell its rapture all abroad.
“Oh, happy bond that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to His sacred throne I mo e.
“High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall uaily hear;
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.”
11. Again, if we want to be Christians
like Ruth in the te t, we must tike the
Christ an s path. “Where tho.i goest I will
go,” cried out the beautiful Moabites-* to
Naomi, the mother-in law. Dangerous prom
ise that There were des rts to be crossed.
There were ja kals that ca ne down through
the wilderness. There were bandits. There
was the Dead sea. Naomi bays: “Ruth, you
must go ba k. You are too delicate to take
this journey. You will gi .e out in the first
five miles. You rann t go. You have not
the physical stamina or the moral courage to
go with me.” Ruth responds: ‘ Mother. I
am going anyhow. If I stay in this land I
*ill be overborne of the i lolaters; if I go
along with you, I shall berve God. Give me
that bundle. l>et me carry it. lam going
with you, mothr r, anyhow.”
And if we want to serve God wo must do
as Ruth did, crying out: “Where thou g<>est,
I will go.” Never mind the Doad Sea. Afoot
or horseback. If there be risers to ford, we
must ford them. If there be mountains to
scale, we must scale them. If there be ene
mies to fight, we nm 4 fight them. It re quires
grit an 1 plu *k to get from M iab to Judah. Oh,
how many Christian there are wh i <a.i ba
diverted from the path by a quiver of the lip.
iudt ativeof scorn. They do not surrender to
temptation, but they bend to it. And if in a
company there be tho.-e who tel! unclean
stories, they will go so far as to t 11 some
thing on the margin between the pare and
the impure. And if there be those who
swear in the room and use the rough word
‘Manin,” they wdl go so far as the word
“darn,” and look over the fence wishing they
could go further; but as to any determina
tion, like Ruth’s, to go the whole roa I of all
that is right, they have not the grace to do it.
Th>y have notin all their body as much
courage as Ruth had in her little finger.
Oh, my friends let us start for heaven and
go clear through! In the river that runs by
the gate of the city we shall wash off all our
bruises. When Dr. Chalmers printed his
astronomical diiicoun-es, they were read iu
the haylofts, in the fields, in the garrets, and
in the palaces, liecause they advocate 1 the
idea that the stars were inhabited. Oh,
hearer! does not your soul thrill with the
thought that there is another world beauti
fully inhabited? Nay, more, that you by the
grace of God may become one of its glorious
citizens?
111. Aga n I remark, if we want to become
Christians, like Ruth in the text, wj must
choose the Christian habitation. “Where
thou lodgest, will I lodge, 1 cried Ruth to
Naomi. >he knew that wherever Naomi
stopped, whether it were hovel or mansion,
there would be a Christian home, and she
wanted to be in it What do I mean by a
Christian home? I mean a home in which th u
Bible is the chief book; a home in which the
family kneel in prayer; a home in which
father and mother are practical Christians; a
home in which on Sabbath, from sunr.se to
sunset, there is profitable converse and cheer
ful song and suggestions of a letter world.
Whether the wail be frescoed or not, or only
a ceiling of unplaned rafters; whether mar
ble lions are couchant at the front entrance,
or a plain latch is lifted by a tow-string, that
home is the ante- hamber of heaven. A man
never gets over having lived in such a home.
It holds you in an eternal grip. Though
your parents may have been gone forty
years, the tears of penitence and gladness
that were wept at the family altar still glit
ter in your memory. Nay, do you not now
feel hot and warm on your hands, the tears
which that mother shed thirty years ago,
when, one cold winter night, she came and
wrapped you up iu the bed and prayed for
your well are here and for your everlasting
welfare before the throne ?
O ye who are to set up your own home, see
that it4>e a Christian home! Let Jesus make
the wine at that wedding. A home without
God is an awful place, there are so many
perils to threaten it, and God himself is so :
bitterly against it; but “the Lord en< ampeth
around about the inhabitation of the just.”
What a grand thing it is to have God stand
guard at that door, and the Lord Jesus the
family physician; and the wings of angels the
canopy over the pillow,and the Lord of Glory
a perpetual guest. You say it is important that
the wife and mother be a Christian. I say to
you it is just as important that the hus
band and father be a Christian. Yet
how many clever men there are who say:
“My wife doe* all the religion of my house.
I am a worldly man; but 1 have confidence in
her, and I think she will bring the whole fam
ily up all righto’ It will not do, my brother.
The fact that you are not a ( hristian has
more influence on you.- family than the fact
that your w.fo is a Chris ian. Your children
will say: “Father’s a very good man; he is
not a Christian, and if he can risk the future,
I can risk the future.” O father and husband!
join your wife on the road to heaven, and at
night gather your family at the altar. Do you
say: “1 can t pray. lam a man of few words
and I don’t ininx I could put half a dtoen
sentences together in such a prayer.” You
can pray; you can. If your child were down
with scarlet fever, and the next hour were to
decide its recovery or its death, you would
pray in sobs and groans and j aroxysms of
earnestness. Ye*, you can pray. When the
eternal life of your household may depend
upon your supplication, let your knees limber
and go down, but, if you still insist that you
cannot pv.'.B U fZLt*ytfl’, then till J OF l)OF
row a prayer book of the Episcopal church,
ami gather your family, and put your prayer
book on a chair and kneel down before it,
and in the solemn and hu hod presence of
God gather up all your sorrows and tempta
tions and sins, and cry out: “Good Lord, de
liver us.”
IV. Again I remark: If we want to be-
come Christians, like Ruth in the text, we
must choose Christian associations. “Thy
people shall be my people,” cried out Ruth to
Naomi. “The folks you associate with I
want to associate with. They will come and
see me, and I will go and see them. I want
to move in the highest of all circles, the circle
of God’s elect; and therefore, mother, I am
going back with you to the land of Judah.”
Do you who are seeking after God—and I
suppose there are many such in this pres
en-e—do you who are seeking after
God prefer Christian society to
worldly society ? “No,” you say,
“I prefer the world’s mirth, and the
world’s laughter, and the world’s innuendo,
and the world’s paraphernalia.” Well, this
is a free country, and you shall have the
right of choice; but let me tell you that the
purest mirth, and the most untrammeled
glee.and the greatest resilience of soul are in
side Christian companionship, and not out
side of it. I have tried both styles of com
panionship —ti e companionshio of the world
and the companionship of Christ, and I know
by experience. 1 have been now so long in
the sunshiny experience nn 1 society of
Christian people, that when I a:n compelled
to go for a little while amid intense worldly
society I feel depressed. It is like going out
of a June garden into an icehouse. Men
n *ver know fully how to laugh until they
become Christians. 3he world’s laughter
has a jerk of dissatisfa tion at the tn 1; but
when a man is consecrate 1 to God, and he is
al! right for the world to come, then when he
laughs, body, mind an I soul crackle. a
group of ministers of th! gospel, ga’hered
from all denominations of Christian , be to
gether in a dining I all. or in a social circle,
and you kn >w they are proverbially jocuud,
O, ye unconverted people! I know not how
you <an stand it do wn in that moiling, bil
ious, satu nine, worldly asso nation. Come
up into the sunlight of Christian so iety—
those people tor whom all thin sare working
right now,and will work right forever. I tell
you that the sweete t japonicas grow in the |
Lord s gas den: that the largest g apes are
from the vine aids of Cana m: that the most
sparkling floods break forth from the Rock
of Ages. Do not too much pity this Ruth of
my te t. for she is going t > be ome joint
owner of the great harvest i elds of Boa
V. Cnee more: If we want to become !
Christians, we must, like Ruth in the te :t, I
chon e the Christian’s ceath an 1 burial. She !
e claimed: “Where thou die t will I die, and
there will I be buried. ’ I think we all, when
leaving this world, would like to be sur
rounded by Christian influences. You wou d
noth eto have your dying pil ow surrounded
by caricaturists ami punsters and wino
bibbers. How would you like to have |
John Leech come with h's London pic
torials an 1 Christopher North with his
loose fun. and Tom Hex d with his rhyming
jokes, when you are dying? No! No! No!
Let me ha ea Chris'ian nurse in my last
sickness. Let me have a Christian phy i ian
to administer the melicine. Let it Le a
Christ an wife, or | arent. or child, that
wat hes the g' ing out ot the tides of my
mo tai existen e Let ( hristian men come
into the room and read of the iliuminateri
valley and the extinguishment of grie r , and
drown the hoarse blasts of death wit i the
strains of “Mt. Pisgah’ and “St Martin.
In our la>t moment we w 11 all Le children.
Said Dr. Guthr e. the famous Scotch lergy
n an, when dying: “Sing me a bairn s hymn.”
Yes we will all lie children then. In that
hour the wor d will sta d confounded aro nd
us Our friends mav cry oer us; tears will
not help us They rnay look sad: what we
want is radiation in t; e last moment—
thinking it will help them die. In our
last moment we va t tba bread which
came down from H p aven. Who will
gi\e it to us? O-i, we want Chris
tian people in the room, so that
if our hope begins to struggle they mav say :
“Courage, brother! al! is w 11! Courage!”
In that expiring moment I want to hear the
old songs we u ed to sing in church and |
prayer meetings. In that hist moment I want
to hear the voice of some Christian friend
pleading that the sins and shortcomings of
my life may lie forgiven, and the doors ot
heaven may be opened before my entranced
spirit.
“Come sing to me of heaven,
When Im about to die:
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To wait my soul on high.”
Y e< _^ ri ' s Han people on either side of the
Led, and th ‘Christian people at the foot of the
bed, and ('hristian people to close my eyes,
and Christuiu people to carry me out, and
( hiistian people t > look after those whom I
leave behind, and Christian jieople to re
member me a little while after fam gone.
“>V here thou diest, will 1 die, and there w ill
1 be buried.”
Sometimes an epitaph covers up more than
it expresses. Walking through Greenwood
Cemetery 1 have sometimes seen an inscrip
tion which impressed me how hard the
sculptor and friends were trying to make out
a good story in stone. 1 saw from the in
scription that the man or woman burled there
ha 1 died without hoj e. The ius ription told
the air,telling the story of their discomfiture,
this audience would fall fiat on its face, ask
ing to be rescued from the avalauche of hor
ror.
My hearers, do you wonder that thh Ruth
of my text made the Cnristian's choice and
closed it with the ancient form of imprecation
upon her own soul, if she ever forsook Naomi:
“The Lord do so to me, and more also, if
aught but death part thee and ine.” They
were to live together. Come the jackals,
?omo the bandits, roll on Dead 8oa! My
hearers, would you not like to be with your
Christian friends forever? Have there not
gone out persons from your household whom
you would like to spend eternity with? They
were mild, and loving, and gentle, and beau
tiful, w hile here. You have no idea that the
joys of heaven have made them worse.
Choose their Christ, and you may have their
heaven. They went in washed through
me the man was a member of Congress, or a
bank President, or some prominent citizen,
but said nothing about his soul's des
tiny. The body is nothing. The soul!
The soul! Aud hero by this inscription
I see that this man was born in 1800 and died
in 1875. Seventy-five years on earth, and no
Christian hope! Oh, if in all the cemeteries
of your city the graves of those who have
gone out of this world unprepared should
sigh on the wind, who would have the nerve
to drive through such a place? If all those
who have gone out of this world unprepared
could come back to-day and float through
the blood of the Lamb, and you must have
the same glorious ablution. With holy
violence I put my hands on you to-day,
to push you on toward the’immediate
choice of this only Saviour. Have him you
must, or perish world without end. Elect
this moment as the one of contrition and
transport. Oh, give one intense, earnest, be
lieving, loving gaze into the wounds opened
for your eterual salvation!
Some of you I confront for the first and
the last time until the judgment, aud then
wo shall meet. Will you be ready?
The Editor Receives a rail.
A chronic loafer, who thinks he has a
right to bother people and render them
as idle as himself, walked into the Tele
gram office recently. He wanted to see
the editor. He saw the editor.
“Nice day,” said the vis tor.
“Pretty wann,” replied the editor.
“Warm enough for you?” said the
visitor.
A look of disgust on the face of tho
editor.
“How are you gettin’ along?” said the
visitor.
“Very well, thank you,” said the edi
tor.
Pause.
“Guess it’ll rain ’fore night,” sa d the
visitor.
“Probably,” said the editor.
“How’s all the folks?” [asked tho vis
itor.
“Well, thank you,” replied the editor.
Another pause.
“Hottcr'n ’twas yesterday, I believe,” |
said the visitor.
“Very likely,” said the editor.
“Need a good shower now to cool toe I
air,” said the visitor.
“Y-e-s,” said the editor.
“What's new?” asked the visitor.
“Nothing special,” replied the editor. ;
A very long pause.
“Believe it’s gettin’cooler,by George”
said the visitor.
“Shouldn t wonder,” replied the eii
tor.
“I ll be blamed if I don't believe Id
freeze to death if I stayed here muh
longer,” said the visitor.
“Quite likely,” replied the editor.
And then the visitor coolly vamoose., ;
and the editor, “hot in the collar,” e- ;
sutned his pencil.— Cincinnati Telegrai.
The Druggist's Pleasure Boat.
“I see,” said the Pretzel to one if
Chicago’< popular druggists, “that soie '
of our millionaires are en joying life upn ,
the lakes with their yachts, while otlics I
are working dil gently compoundig
drugs to save life.”
“les,” replied Mr. Dale, “such is te
ca e, and I intend to take a little rccn.-
tion of the same kind myself in the ncr
future.”
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“Indeed ?”
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“Is it a steam vessel ?”
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timal iieel.ii/.
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Smith—“Wc us< dto be. We room'
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Bagley—“les, I know, but why di
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Smith—“Wc didn’t exactly fall ou
but I have no use for him now.”
Bagly—“Why?”
Smith—“ He’s a bill collector.”— Ai
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low.”
French Lover—“Ah! what is the ad;
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French Maiden —“He has no address
monsieur, but I think he's busy with i
none out in papa's back yard now.’
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«t ONI SOLID
■HELT OV
HUVTCOBBU
SATED ZINC,
which produce!
a double-faced
board of the
beet quality and
durability. The
fluting ie very
deep, holding
wore water, and
consequently
bettei
washing than
any wash board
in the market.
The frameis
made of hard
wood, and held
together with an
iron bolt run
ntng through a
the lower edge
of the sine, thus
binding the
whole together
in thernoetbud
■tan tlal manner,
and producing a
washboard which for economy,excellence and dur
ability ia unquestionably the boat in the world.
We find ho many dealers that object to our board
on account of its DURABILITY, saying “It will
last too long, wo can never sell a customer but
one.*' We take thia means to advise consumers to
IBiSlS'l' upon having the
NORTH STAR WASH BOARD.
TMX BEST IS THS CHKSrSST.
■uotutured by PFANSCHMIDT, DODGE & 00.,
848 A 250 West Polk St., Chloaso, til.
Jr
Are tie Finest io tie Wetli
These Extracts never vary.
SUPERIOR FOR STRENGTH, QUALITY,
PURITY, ECONOMY, ETC.
Made from Selected Finite and Sploeii
Insist on having Bastino's Flavors
AND TAKE NO OTHERS.
SOLD BY ALL GROCERS.
BASTIHE & CO.,
41 Warren St., New York.
theQRRVILLE
CHAMPION COMBINED
Grain Thresher Huller,
Acknowledged by Thresh crane n to be
ifeSlF'
Tlio BLing!
Remember we make th'j only Two-Cy Hnder
Grain Thresher and Clover If nllvr thnt
will do the work of two nopurnte 'f'ltc
Clover IflulferiH not a simple nt Uch merit but
aneparato huilinif cylinder constructed ami opera
ted upon the mont approved scientific principles.
Hus the widest aepamilng capacity of any mHChlne
In the market.. lits lit, compact, durable,
uncn but one belt nud re<aulrea» lews
power nnd lium flower wurklng purfc
Ihitnnny other mudline. N«» wimple
In construction that it iwcawily under*
stood. Will thrush pi’dectJy all klndM of grain,
pens, timothy, fi»ix, clover, etc. Send for < Ircnlar,
price lint. «tc., of Threshers, Engines, Haw Mills
and Grain Regulars, and be sure to niention this
paper. AyentM wanted* Address
THE KOPPES MACHINE CO.
ORRVILLE, O.
JOHNSON S SNOO?NE
.SMINMka
MT CtHtBS-DiDhtherla. Croup, Zrbma Bronchitis, Neuralrla, Bhaomattsm Weeding nt
MmranJWM! lofiuensa. Hacking Coogh. Wh' oping Qough, Uatarrk, vSfirt TlJnAmi' J iZ.
pi*rrh««. kia ß<l y TrouMjJj.ndßpln.l H Johwrt’*R
PARSONS’""PILLS
These pills were a wonderful discover-/. Ko others like r «m inthe world. Will posit 1
£«pwe all nanner of disease. Ths informal Sj at ou/*d sMh i,ux so worth ien MhVno«t "fa Xr
Prth. Find out abool them aad yw>i win aiwsys be thantfW. OsssHl a
fry». Bold or sent by m»u frrr 2*o. in Dr. fl, JOni&ON&KSQ tScHyit
MaIE HENS Lol
■
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No Robbing! No Barkache ! No Sere Fingers!
Warranted not to Injure thr t'lothtu,
Aak your <-ror<*r for It. If he cannotenp-
I ply you, one cako will be mniivil Fiinfeoti receipt
of six two cent. atnmpH for postage. A beautiful
ninp-colored “ Chromo ” with three bare. Deal
ers aud Grocers should write for particulars.
C. A. SHODDY & SON,
> ROCKFORD. XX.X..
I -THE;
11AWRENGE
PURE LINSEED OIL
n MIXED
Bunts
READY FOR USE.
»* The Hest Paint Made.
Guaranteed to contain no wate%
benzine, bnrytee, chemicals, rubbSA
aabe.toe, rosin, gloea oil, or ntnSS
•imilar adulteration..
A full guarantee on every paokags
and directions for uae, eo that any
ene not a practical painter oan u.alA
Handeomo sample cards, ihovrln.
S 8 beautiful Shade., mailed eS
application. If not kept by yow
dealer, write to ua.
Be careful to ask for “THE LAWRENCE PAINT V
■ad do not take any Othel tald to bo ** at goodM
Lawrenco’e.”
LW. W. LAWRENCE & 00.,'
YOU
paint
Jjk I 11/ ®**mlno
vox iiv wetherilus
VPortfolio of
\SSrX Artistic Daalgns
j ? << o ** l ' loned
x Roißwa,Qiin<mAnno
■.✓Xwfc-a JWiaML Cottwa, Huburhan
X/ 1 * Ileaidriicca, otc. ,col-
/. .'ip'vk orod to match
/ 'W’-F r"' : u«F E, A ehadcaof
'S. ■ 'Jdr n,l< ' ahowlng tho
y '-jfi.. y airfiaP latoetand numtor-
fcctlve combination
w. —...syXJ—of color. Iu houao
painting,
nuuni. i r\C “-—lfyourdonlrrhnanot
aot our portfolio, aak him
I ‘si io send to ua for one. You
ar a can then ace exactly bow
I Nil y ,llir will appear
READY. \ ;Hr wiu-n fltiiidicd.
MIXED \ sjV Do thia and nan “Atlae”
PAINT i«’4H I Ready-Mixed Paint and In
to ti< I''NS I'-- auro youraeu •atlxfacOon.
iJtion, .h.i 1 '/a k. Spßco oiirtluazantea.
y Geo.D.Wetherlll&Co.
uL’MudA I [ 7=2*WHITE LEAD and PAW
prwsß. J r/J MANUFACTURERS,
/ Jpl 66 North Front Bt.
‘ PHILAD’A, PA.
DURKEE’S
fIL riESICCATEri
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m l POSSESSING THE
. xWSbA. COMPLETE
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FLAVORING SF
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