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DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON.
PEOPLE who have lost
THEIR WAY.
Text: “And God opened her eyes an 1 she
• a.' a well of water.-, and she went and tilled
tue bottle with water an U gave the la 1
drink. ’ Genesis xxi., 19.
Horning breaks upon Beer Sheba. There
is an early stir in the house of Abraham.
Trere has been trouble among the do nestles
Sarah, the mistress of the n .usehold, puts
her foot down very hard uad says th it they
will have to leave the premises, 'they are
ja kiu-' up. Abraha n knowing that the
■oumey b lore his servant and her son will
be very long and across deso ate places in
the kindness of his heart sets about putting
up some bread and a bottle with water in it.
It is a very plain lunch that Abraham pro
vides. but ! warrant you there would have
been enough of it hail they not lost their
wav. ‘God be with you!” said old Abra
ham as he gave the lunch to Hagar and a
good many charges as to how she should con
duct the journey. Ishmael, the boy, I sup
pose bounded away in the morning light.
Boys alwavs like a change. Poor Ishmael!
He has no idea of the disasters that are ahead
of him. Hagar gives one long, lingering
look on the familiar place where she had
spent >o many happy days, each scene asso
ciated with the pride and joy of her heart,
young Ishmael.
The scorching noon comes on. The air is
stilling and moves a ross the desert with in
sufferable suffocation. Ishmael, the boy,
begins to com|>ain and lies down, but Hagar
rous s him up, saying nothing about her own
V.eariness or the sweltering heat; for mothers
<an endure anything. Trudge—trudge—
trudge, crossing the dead level of the desert,
now wearily and slowly the miles slip. A
tamarind that seemed hours ago to stana only
just a little ahead, inviting the travelers to
come under its shadow, now is as far off as
ever, or seeming so. Night drops upon the
desert aud the travelers are pillowless. Ish
ma 1, very weary I suppose, instantly falls
asleep. Hagar—as the shadows of the night
begin to lap over each other—Hagar hugs
her weary boy to her bosom and thinks of
the fact that it is her fault that they are in
desert. A star looks out aud every falling
tear it kisses with a sparkle. A wing of wind
comes over the hot earth aud lifts the locks
from the fevered brow of the boy. Hagar
sleeps fitfully and in her dreams travels over
the weary day aud half awakes her sou by
crying out in her sleep: “Ishmael! Ishmael!”
And so they go on day after day and night
after for they have lost their way.
No path in the shifting sands; no sign in the
burning sky. The sack empty of the flour;
the water gone from the bottle. What shall
she do? As she puts her fainting Ishmael
under a stunted shrub of arid plain, she sees
the bloodshot eye and feels the hot hand and
watches the blood bursting from the cracked
tongue and there is a shriek in the desert of
Beer -heba: “We shall de! We shall die! ”
Now, no mother was ever made strong
enough to hear her son cry in vain fora
drink. Heretofore she had cheered her boy
by promising a speedy end of the journey,
aud e > en smiled upon him when he felt des
perately enough. Now there is nothing to
do but pla e him under a shrub and let him
die. She had thought that she would sit
there aud watch unt 1 the spirit of her boy
would go away forevt r, an 1 then she would
breathe out her own life on bis silent heart;
but as the b »y begins to claw his tongue in
agony of thirst and struggle in distortion and
beg bis mother to slay him, she cannot en
dure the spectacle. She puts him under a
shrub an l goes off .a bow-shot and begins to
weep until all the desert seems sobbing, and
her cry strikes clear through the heavens;
and an angel of God comes out on a cloud and
looks down upon the appalling grief and
cries: “Hagar, what aileth thee;” She looks
up and she sees the angel pointing to a well
of water, where she tills the bottle for the
lad. Thank God! Thank God!
I learn from this Oriental scene in the first
place what a sad thing it is when people do not
know their place and get too proud for their
business. Hagar was an assistant in that
household, but she wanted to rule there. She
ridiculed and jeered until her son, Ishmael,
got the same tricks. She dashed out her owu
happiness and threw Sarah into a great fret;
and if she had stayed much longer in that
household she would have upset calm Abra
hani's equilibrium. My friends, one-half of
the trouble in the world to day comes from
the fact that people do not know their place;
or, finding their place, will not stay in it.
When we come into the world there is always
a place ready for us. A place for Abraham.
A place for Sarah. A pla e for Hagar. A
place for Ishmael. A place for you and a
place for me. Our first duty is to find our
sphere, our s econd is to keep it. We may be
born in a sphere far off from the one for
which God finally intended us. Sixtus V.
was born on the low ground and was a swine
herd. God < ailed him up to wave a sceptre.
Ferguson spent his cat ly days in looking after
the sheep: God cade! him up to hok after
stars and be a sh pherd wat ning the (locks
of light on the hill->ides of heaven. Hogarth
began by engraving pewt*r pots; God raised
him t» stand in the encb ;n*ed realm of a
painter. The shoemaker’s ben h held Bloom
field for a little while; but God called him
to sit in the chair of a philosopher and Chris
tian s hular. The s >ap toiler of London
could not keep his son in that business, for
God had decided that Hawley was to be one
of the greatest astronomers of England.
On the other haul we may be born in a
sphere a little higher than that for which
God intends us. We may be born in a castle
and play in a costly con ervatory and feed
high-bred pointers and angle for g >ldfish in
artificial ponds and be familiar with princes;
yet God may better have fitted us for a car
penter’s shop or dentist's fort eps or a weav
ers shuttle or a blacksmiths forge. The
gre it thing is to find just the sphere for
which God intended us and then to occupy
that sphere and occupy it forever. Here is
a man God fashioned to make a plow. There
is a man God fashioned to make a constitu
tion. The man who makes the plow is just
as honorable as the man who makes the con
stitution. There is a woman who was matte
to fashion a robe and yonder is one intended
to be a queen and wear it. It seems to me
that in th • one case a< in the other, God ap
points the sphe.e: a:il the needle is just as
respectable in bis sight as the s eptre. Ido
not know but that the world would long ago
have b ‘en saved, if some of the men out of
th ministry were in it,andsomeof those who
are in i r . were out o. it. 1 really think that
oio half the world may be di ided into two
•i'.art..l-5 —those wh_> have not found their
sphere and tho e who, having found
it, are not willing to stav there. Flow many
aie struggling for a position a l.ttle higher
than that which Go t mtended them, jhe
bondswoman wants to be mistress. Hagar
keeps crowding Sarah. The 8 nail wheel of
a watch which beaut.fully went treading its
gol len pathway, wants to be the balance
wheel aud the sparrow with chagrin drops
into tue brook because it cann -t, like
the eagle, cut a circle under the sun.
In the Lords army we all want to be
brigadier-generals. The sloop says: ‘More
Blast, more tonnage, more canvas. Oh, ih it
I were a topsail schooner, or a full rigged
brig, or a Cunarl steamer.” And >o the
world is filled with cries of discontent be
cause we are not willing to stay in the place
where God put us and intended us to lie.
My friends, be not too proud to do anything
God tells you to do. For the lack of a right
disposition in this respe t the world is strewn
with wandering Ha gars aud Ishmaels. Gol
Q as given each one of us a work to do. You
vary a scuttle of < oil up the dark alley; you
distribute that Christian tract; you give t *n
thousaid dollars to the missionary cau-e;
y-'U for years sit with chronic rheum-
*' fU : di playing the beauty of Christian
submission. Whatever Got calls you to,
whether it win hissing or huzza; whether to
"t u uu^ er triumphal arch or lift the sot out
ot the ditch; whether it be to prea h on a
pentecost or tell some wanderer of the street
<jf the mercy of the Christ of Mary Magda
lene; whether it be to weave a garland for a
J* lu ghing child on a spring morning and call
d r a May Queen, or to comb out the t ingled
locks of a waif of the street and cut up one
oi your old dresses to fit tier out for the
I Fan tuary—do it and do it right away.
Wi.etber it bu a crown or a yoke, do not
i lidge.. Ever astmg honors ui>on iho.»e who
Uo t »eir wont and do their w uo.e wui k unct
a.- eoutcii eJin t!.at sphere m which God
hu» j ut [mum, wu.lu taeio is wanuering and
e«iiu ami ue.sohition and wildernesses lor dis
< ontented i agar and jsumael.
A ;ain. 1 tin i in this Ur.ental s ene a lesson
of bympa hy with woman u hen she guv < lor th
tru .gin ,in tue uesert. What a g eit « hange
it was lor this Hagar. There wa. the .e.it
and ah ihe surround ngs of Abrahan's ho is?,
beautiful aud luxurious, n > doubt. Now she
js going out into the h »t saud< of the desvr..
i n, wnataenungo it was! And in 0.. r day
wu oi en so? tue wheel of fortune turn. Here
is some one who lived in the very bright
home of her father. She had every tiling
passible to administer to her happiness,
i lenty at the tab.a Music in the drawing
room. Welcome at the door. She is led
forth into life by some one who cannot ap
pro date her. A dissij ate 1 soul comes aud
takas her out in the desert. Cruelties blot
out all the lights of that home circle. Harsh
words wear out her spirits. The high hope
that shone out over the marriage alt a. while
the ring was b*iug set and the vows given
aud the beneii.*Lou pronounced, have all
fade!with the orange bless ms, and there
she is to-day broken hearted, th.liking of past
joy aud present desolation and coming an
guish. Hagar in the wilderness!
Here is a lieautiful home You eaunot
thins of anything that can be added to it.
For years there has not been the suggestion
of a single trouble. Bi ight ami happy chij
dren fill the house with laughter and song.
Books to read. Pictures to look at Lounges
to rest on. Cup of domesti* joy full and
ruuuing over. Dark night drops. Pillow
hot. Pulses flutter. Eyes close. And tie
foot whose well km wn steps on the door sill
brought the whole household out at eventide
crying: “Father’s coming ’’will never sound
on the door sill again. A long, deep, grief
ploughed through all that lightness oi do
mestic life. Paradise lust! Widowhood!
Hagar in tne wilderness!
How often is it we s r e the weak arm of
woman conscripted for this batt.e with tho
rough world. Who is f-he, going down the
, street in early light of the morning, pa e
mth exhamt.ng work, not half .Hept out
with the slumbers of la<t night, trage des of
suffering written all over her face, her lus
treless eyes looking far ahead as though for
the coming of some other trouble ? Her par
ents called her Mary, or Bertha or Agnes on
the day when they hel I her up to the font
and the Christian minister sprinkled on the
infant's face the washings of a holy baptism,
Her name is changed now. I hear it in the
shuffle of the worn out shoes. 1 sec it iu the
figure of the laded calico. I find it in the
woe-begone countenance. Not Mary, nor
Bertha, nor Agnes, but Hagar in the wilder
ness. May God have mercy ur>on woman in
her to is, her struggles, her hardships, her
desolation, and may the great heart of diviue
sympathy in lose her forever.
Again 1 find in this Oriental scene the fact
that every mother leads forth tremendous
desiinies. \ou say: “That isn’t an unusual
i scene, a mother leadmg her child by the
hand.” Who is it that she is loading.' Eh.
I inael, you say. Who is Ishmael? A great
nation is to be founded: a nation so strong
that it is to stand for thousands of years
against all the armies of the world. Egypt
ami Assyria thunder against it but in vain.
Gaulus brings up his army aud his army is
smitten. Alexander de ides upon a cam
paign, brings up his hosts and dies. For a
long while that nation monopolizes the learn
ing of the world. It is the nation of the
Arabs. Who founded it? Ishmael, the lad
that Hagar led into the wilderness. She had
no idea that she was lea ling forth such des
tinies. Neither does any mother. You pass
along the street and see boys and girls who
will yet make tho earth quake with their in
fluence. Who is tho boy at Sutton Pool, Ply
mouth, England, bare-footed, wading down
into the slush aud slime until his bar«* foot
conies upon a piece of glass and he lifts it,
bleeding and pain-struck. That wound in
the foot decides that he bo sedentary in
his life, decides that he be a student.
That wound by tho glass in the foot
decides that he shall bo John Kitto,
who shall provide the lest religious
encyclopedia the world has ever La 1 provided,
an l with his other writings as well, throw
ing a light upon the Word of God such as
has come from no other man in this century.
Oh, mother, mother, that little hind that
I wanders over your face may yet be lifted to
hurl thunderbolts of war or drop benedic
tions. That little hand may blaspheme God
iu the grog-shop or cry “Forward!” to the
I Lord’s hosts as they go out for their last
victory.
My mind this morning leaps thirty years
ahead! and I see a merchant prince of .New
York. One stroke of his pen brings a ship
out of Canton. Another stroke of his pen
brings a ship into Madras. He is mighty in
all the money markets of the world. Who is
he? He sits this morning beside you in the
Tabernacle. My mind leans thirty years
forward from this time and 1 find myself in
a relief association. A great multitude of
Christian women have met together for a
generous purpose. There is one woman in
that crowd who seems to have the confidence
of all the others, and they all look up to her
for her counsel and for her prayers. Who is
she- This afternoon you will find her in the
Fabbath-school, while the teacher tells her of
that Christ who clothed the naked and fed
the hungry and healed the sick. My mind
leaps forward thirty years from now and I
find myself in an African jungle; and there
is a missionary of the cross addressing tho
natives, and their dusky countenances are
irradiated with tho gla 1 tidings of great joy
aud salvation. Who is he? Did you not
hear his voice this morning in the first song
of servii o?
My mind leaps forward thirty years from
now and I fina myself looking through the
wickets of a prison. I see a face scarred
with every crime. His chin on his open
palm, his elbow on his knee—a picture of
despair. As 1 open the wicket he starts and
I hear his chain clank. The jail-keeper tells
me that ho has been in there now thee times.
First for theft, then for arson, now for
murder. He steps upon the trap door, the
rope is fastened to his neck, tho plank falls,
his body swings into tho a r, his soul swings
into eternity. Who is ho and where is he?
This afternoon playing l ite on the city com
mons. Mother, you are this morning hoist
ing a throne or forging a chain—you are
kindling a star or digging a dungeon.
A good many years ago a Christian mother
sat teaching lessons of religion tn her chill;
an l he drank in those lessons. Sho never
knew that Lanphier would come forth and
establish the Fulton street prayer meeting,
aud by one meeting revolutionize the devo
tions of ihe whole earth and thrill the eter
nities with his Christian influence. Lan
phier said it was his mother who brough him
to Jesus Christ. She never had an idea that
she was lea/ing forth such destinies. But
oh, when I se* a mother re kless of her in
fluence. rattling on toward destruction, gar
landed for the sa rifi -e with unseemly mirth
and godlessness, dancing on down to jerdi
tion, taking her children in the same dire -
tion, preparing them for a life of frivolity, a
death of shame an 1 an eternity of disaster, I
cannot help but say: “There they go—there
they go: Hazar and I>hmael!” 1 tell you
there are wilder deserts than Beer Sheet, i in
many of the fashionable circles of this day.
Dissij ated parents lea ling dissipated chil
dren Avaricious parents leedin? avaricious
children. Prayerless parent Head:ng prayer
le-s children. They go through every street,
up every dark allev, into every cellar, along
e ery highway. Bazar and Ishmael 1 and
while I pronounce their names it seems like
the moaning of the death wind: Hagar and
Ishmael!
I learn one more le'son from this Oriental
s ene.and that is that every wilderness has a
v.e.l in it. Hagar an I Ishm u l g ive up’o
die. Hagar's heart within her as she
heard her • hild crying: “Water! water!
water! ’ “Ah.” she says, “my darling, there
is no water. This s a desert. ’ And then
God's angel said from the cloud: “Whet
aileth thee. Harar?” And she looked up and
saw him pointin' to a well of water, where
she filled the bottle for the aJ. Blease ibe
1 lod that there is in every wilderness a well,
if you only know how to find it—fountains
for all the*-© thirsting souls this morning.
On that las: day. on that great day of the
feast. Jesus stood and cr ed: “If any man
thirst, let him come to me an l drink.’’ AU
these other fountains you find are mere
miragei of tho Paracelsus, you
know,s|x»nt his time in trying to find out the
elixir of h illiquid which, if taken, would
keep one perijetuahy young in this world,
and would change the age back again to
youth Os course he was disappointed: ho
foun t not th? elixir. But here I t*ll you this
mur ing of theeHx r of e'e’iasting life
bur-tiug from the “Rock of Ages." and that
drinking that w .ter y.ui shall n ‘ver get old,
and you will never b? sick, and you will
never die. “Ho, every one that thirsteth,
come ye to the waters!’’ Ah. here is a man
who says: “1 have teen looking for that
fountain a great while, but can t find it ”
f And here is some one else who says: “I l>e
lieveall you say, but I have been trudging
along in tho wilderness, an 1 can't find the
fountain.” Do you know the reason?
I will tell you. You never looked
in tho right direction. “Oh,” you
say, “I have looked everywhere. I have
looked North, South, East and West and I
haven't found the fountain.” Why. you
are not looking in the right at
all. Look up, .where Hagar looked. She
never would have found th » fountain at all,
but when she h?ard the voice of the angel
looked up and she saw the finger point
ing to the supply. And, O soul, if to-day
with one earuest, intense prayer you would
only look up to Christ, He would not point
you down to tho supply in the wilderness.
“Look unto me all ye ends of the earth and
be ye saved; for 1 am God and there is none
else;” Ixiok! look, as Hagar looked!
Yes, there is a well for every desert of be
reavement. Looking over the audience this
morning I notice an unusual number of
signs of mourning and wi>e. Have you found
consolation ? O man bereft. 0 woman bereft,
have you found consolation ? Hearse after
hearse. We step from one grave hillock to
another grave hillock. We follow corpses,
ourselves soon to be like them. The world
is in mourning for its dead. Every heart has
bjeome the sepulchre of some buried joy. But
sing ye to God, every wilderness has a well
in it; and I come to that well to-day and I
begin to draw water from that well. If you
have lived in the country you have some
times taken hold of the rope of the old well
sweep aud you know how the bucket came
up, dripping with bright, cool water. Aud
1 lay hold of the ro|>e of God's mercy this
morning and I begin to draw on that Gospel
well-sweep and I see the buckets coming up.
Tnirstysoul! Here is one bucket of life!
come and drink of it : “Whosoever will let
him come and take of the water of life free
ly.” I pull away again at the rope and an
other bucket comes up. It is this promise:
“Weeping many endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning,” 1 lay hold of the
rope again and I pull away with all my
strength and the bucket comes up bright and
beautiful and cool. Here is the promise:
“Come unto Me all ye who are weary and
heavy laden and 1 will give you rest.”
The old astrologers used to cheat the peo
ple with the idea that they could t *ll from
the position of the stars what would occur
in the future an 1 if a cluster of stars stood
in one relation,why, that wouldbeaprophe y
of evil, if a ‘ luster of stars stood in another
relation that would be a prophecy of good.
What superstition! But here is a new as
trology in which I put all my faith. By look
ing up to tho star of .Jacob, tho morning star
of the Redeemer, I can make this prophecy
in regard to those who put their trust
in God: “All things work together for
good to those who love God.” Do you
love him? Have you seen the Nyctan
thes? It is a beautiful Hower, but it
give very little fragrance until after sunset.
Then it pours into richness on the air. And
this grace of tho Gospel that I commend to
you this morning, while it may be very
sweet during tho day of prosperity, it pours
forth its richest aroma as ter sundown, and
it will be sundown with you and me after
awhile. When you come to go out of this
world, will it be a desert inarch or will it be
drinking at a fountain?
A Christian Hindoo was dying and his
heathen comrades came around him and tried
to comfort him by readiug some of the pages
of their theology; but he waved his baud as
much as to say: “1 don’t want to hear it”
Then they called in a heathen priest, and he
said: “If }-ou will only recite the Num 'ro it
will deliver you from hell.” He waved his
hand as much as to say: “I don't want to
hear that.’’ Then they said: “Call on jugger
naut.” He shook his head as mu h as'to ay:
“I can’t do that.” Then they th ught
perhaps he was too weary to speak and they
sail: “Now, if you can't say ‘Juggernaut,’
think of him?” He shook his hea I again as
much as to say: “No, no, no.” Then thev
bent down to his pillow and they said: “In
what will you trust?” “His face lighted up
with the very glories of the celesti il sphere
as he cried out, rallying all his dying ener
gies: “Jesus.” Oh, come this morning to
the fountain! I will tell you the whole story
in two or three sentences. I'ar don for all
sin. Comfort for all trouble. Light for
all darkness. And every wilderness fans
a well in it.
A Yankee Trick.
A six-foot Yankee, seated upon a load
of brooms, drove his team up before the
door of an establishment where he ex
pected to find a purchaser. Jumping
from his seat he entered the store and the
following colloquy took place:
Yankee —“( an t I sell you a load of
brooms to-day, mister?”
Dealer —“No, don’t want any.”
ankee—“Better take ’em—sell ’em
dog cheap.”
Dealer - “Don’t want’em; got enough
brooms.”
Yankee—“l’ll tell you what I'll do. If
you’ll take the lot, I’ll let »m go fora
dollar a do en; you know they’re worth
double that.”
The d aler stioked hia chin for a mo
ment as if in deep thought and then re
plied “W ell, I don’t want any brooms
a I told you, but I don’t mind making a
trade with you. 1 ’
Yankee “What sort of a trade?”
Dealer—“ Well, I’ll take your whole
load at a dollar a dozen, and pay you
one half cash, you take the other half in
trade.”
\ ankee —“No yon don't mister!
You’ll charge me su' h an all fired profit
on the other ha f that I might come out
at the little end of the horn.”
Dealer —“Oh, no, I promise you that
you lull have the goods at just what
thev cost me.”
Yankee—“ Wall, mister, that’s what I
calls uar’dealin’. It’s a bargain.” And
he ommenced t» unload the brooms in a
pile on th sidewalk. When he got
through he walked into the store.
“Th re you are, misUr; fourteen dozen,
which I calculate makes just $7 cornin’
to me.” •
Dealer —“Yes, that’s right; there’s the
money. Now w at goods do you want
for the other $1 !”
Yankee—“ Wall. I d inno—You see,
mister, I hain't much posted in your
other truck, so I guess 11l take
brooms!”
Huw Ke Knew.
Bookkeeper “It is shameful how the
lab >ring men beat the c ly.'*
Propr eto. —“In what way ?”
“In leafing. Th se six men piving
the si eet haven’t done an hour s work
all tne morning ”
“How do you ktfow ?”
“I’ve been lo >king out of the window
at them all the morning.”— (Jail.
He slipped quietly in at the door, but
catching sight of an inquiring face over
the stair-rail, said: “Sorry so late, my
dear; couldn't get a car before.” So the
cars were full, too,’’ said the wife; and
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PITTSTON, PA.
PAINTS
For Houses, Bsrns, Fences, Roofs, Inside
Painting, Wagons, Implements, etc.
Hjiimm's Guaranteed Pure Paint.
Warranted to Give Satisfaction.
Economical, Beautiful, Durable, Excellent.
Send for free Illustrated and Descriptive Catalogue to
F. HAMMAR PAINT COMPANY,
CINCINNATI —ST. LOUIS.
Ask yoar merchant for it.
OtTB
JOB PRm
DEPARTMENT
tnppHM with all th. r.qnlulUi for doln
»U kind, of Job and Book work in F<r.l-
LL.it Blyle. Pro . pl y » n ,J lua.
■onabla I ricaa.
wedding cards,
VISITING CARDS,
BUSINESS CARDS,
rosTßna, BiLL ciBD4
'
mm
The Most Perfect Instrument World.
Used Exclusively at the
“Grand Conservatory of music,”
OF NEW YORK.
Endorsed by all Eminent Artists.
XOIF rRICES ! EASY TERMS !
AUGUSTUS BAUS&CO.,mfbs.
Warerooms. 58W. 23d St. New Yoh. ,
I Thio Wa.h
Board io malo
of ONI SOLID
SHUT 01
HIATT COBBU
GATED ZINC,
which producea
a double-faced
board of the
beaA quality and
durability. The
fluting ia very I
deep, boldine '
more water, and
consequently 1
dping better ,
waehing than
any wagh board
in tho market.
Tho f ramo it
made of hard
wood, and held
together with an
iron lx>lt run- j
tube
tho lower edge ,
of ihe zinc.ihue
binding the
Whole together
JnthcmoHtsub
atantial manner,
and producing a
wanh board which for economy,excellence and dur
ability ia unquestionably the beet in the world.
We find mo many dealers that object to our board
on account of its IHJIIAIIII.ITY, saying “It will
last too long, wo can never aell a customer but
one." We tivko thia means to advise consumers to
INSIST ui*n having the
NORTH STAR WASH BOARD. I
TUE BEST IB TUB CBBAPBBT,
■aaslactarod hy PFANSCHMIDT, DODGE A CO.,
»<8 A 250 West Polk Bt., Chicago, 111.
I Are tie Finest ii the Warli. I
j’ These Extracts never vary. I
H SUPERIOR FOR STRENGTH, QUALITY, I
$ PURITY, ECONOMY, ETO. I
IM ide from Selected Finite and Sploee. ■
Insist on having Bactine's Flavors I ■
AND TAKE NO OTHERS. B
SOLD BY ALL GROCERS. I
BASTITE & CO., I
41 Warren St., New York. |
theQRRVILLE
CHAMPION COMBINED
Grain TMw® Clow Hulk
Acknowledged by Tbre.liennen to be
The KIiTJLg;!
Rememberwe make tho onlyTivo-Cy
train Tiirealicr and <;h»v«-r that
win do the work of two aepnrate rmu•liiuet ’■ •»«»
Clover f Inlier Ih not a simple uit-uhincnt but
a separate hulling cylinder constru<:t<*<l and om ra
ted upon the most approved fclentiflc principles.
Hus the widest Mspa/atlng capacity of any nuichlne
fn the market. Iw litfht, compHX’.l, durftblr,
unca but one belt ami rcauiren lean
power nn<l has fewer working; pgtrin
Hinniiny oih<*r nmcliine. Nesliupie
An constriK lion that it Uenaily iinth*
stood. Will thr<*h pertoefly all kinds of grata. ,
pear, timothy, fl >x, clover, etc. Send for < ircnlar,
price lift,, etc., of Thnt-herH, Hngincs, Haw Mills
end Grain ftcgfctera, and be sure to mention thli
paper. AgcnU wanted. Address
THE KOPPES MACHINE CO.
ORRVILLE, O.
JOHNSON ANODYNE
•miNIMENW
wy-CTTREfi- Diphtheria. Croup. Aathma, BronohtUa, VouralglA. Rheumatism, Bleeding at tn* r.unga,
HoarMeneas, f/>nuenr.a. Hooking Cough, WlLcopinj' Cough, Oatarrh. CboWrru Morbua, Dy»eptery, Chronio
Z>iarrh<ua, Kidney Troubles, ar.d SpiniHpioMUHU:*. PamphVs n-' «n i)r. I. ti. Johnaoa tk Co.Pjpoaton, Abiaa.
PARSONS’SPILLS
Thaaa plUa were a wonderful discovery. 72p othe-m Uk<* lh/vm in the wftrld. Will poalUwiw wn or
B0«<:vo <ll manner of dtoeaae. The InformaiZn arorntd o*r.h in wr«th ten timae Uta ooet of a bar: of
pflia. VUio out about thorn and you will iiiwitwn be tbanfUul. Qpaj'Ul ** dose. Ilwietratod oaiu<>hlet
Sm>. Hoji eeeryw>A4:re f oreentl/y rrmil laortampe. Dr-X H,^OHMMUN OQ . O.H nt..
UEMC i A
Held
I L
L*’' * lit
Io tubbing! No Ihchfbe I No Sort Fi»pr»!
not to ('lulltts,
Aak yoitr <iro<’«»r for It. If he cannot sup
ply vou t ono cake will bo malted rnttßon pl
of six two rent atninpafur p'trtngo. A beau’ ful
nine-colored “Chromo” with three bare. Deni
ers and Grocers should write for particulars.
c. A SHODDY & SON,
ROCKFORD. XLI..
f THE; ’
liAWRENGE
PURE LINSEED OIL
n MIXED
Faints
READY FOR USE.
49r Tlie uent Paint Made.
Guaranteed to contain no wataMr,
benzine, barytes, chefhicals,
asbestos, rosin, gloss oil, or Athar
similar adulterations.
A full guarantee on every package
and directions (qp use, so tnat
one not n practloAl pa in tarsia n usaljL
Handsome sample card*, skowrmg
•8 beautiful snsulae, mailed free dS
application. If not kept by
dealer, write to us.
Be caretjl to ask tqr “ TUE LAWRENCE PAINIIbP
Kd do not take any otMFeald to be at geotrte
wrence't.” -
tW. W. LIWRENOE t CO.,
PITTSBURGH, 1»A.
BEFORE
YOU
& ?AIN?
Y -Ln y° n should
|-j J examine
‘ \ x WETHERILL’S
/ r 3' f?/ Portfolio of
Artistic Designs
>?•'. ’ * l l ■ i ■ ■ i■ 1 1 1
HnnßOSjQtmcnAnne
Cottages, Suburban
Reside tires, etc. ,col
/ 1 -A orc< Ito matuh
f shades of
WL -TJeJ
~ latest and most es-
of feettve comblnutlon
* -..r of colors in house)
r-w painting.
mu ten t. < If your dealer nos Dot
•f«very f; got OUT portfolio, ASk hi Bl
ptnkMo f ; to send to us fur ona. Yon
u,ou \r»t fl ran thru see exactly how
‘ATI.Ao I V- I y(,Df* houKo will appear
READY- \ W J when finished.
MIXED \ I 1)0 thl9 ft ”‘ l nBO “Atlas”
paint i \ I Ready-Mixed Paint and tn
i K/mI 4 hiiro yourscii wittafacrton.
StA
S’Hn J(f SGeo.D.Wetherlll&Co.
) I f / / MANUFACTURERS.
/W' Wfr North Front Bt.
PHILAD'A. PA.
SURKEE’S
ypSsiGCA®
" ■'.Possessing
. complete
FLAVOR OF THE PLANT
GAUNT LEKB R AW D
■spices
W MUSTARD
SALAD DRESSINC g.
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