Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

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 further remarks were unnecessary AVERY r ~ Sr* 7 SWIFT (KeT'J tgSjiL ll " sure flKigaj NShSb I SIMPLE SILENT KU STRONG New imrroved high arm, new mechanical princi p’< « aud lot ry musemeimi, auh r.utlic, direct and perfect act ion, cylinder shuttle, Mfif-rctling needle, podti e tevd, i o fprlnga, few parta, mlninium weight, no fi i ’tion, no noise, no v ear, no fatigue, n » “t. u rum?,” capacity unlimited, always in or der, ri<h'y crnnmentid, nickel plan d, i nd give? perfect euiitluciiun. fiend for Circulars Adurvpa, AVERY MACHINE CO. 812 Broadway, New York. THE STENOGRAPH A SHORTHAND BL4CENB. Mechanically Exact; Easily Used. eiird jins •eat iso, ort can I’l'iii In tlio hands of an intelligent operator it never fails to properly do its work. Send stamp for circular, or 25 cents for Manual. r-tfticK, - - s.jo. With ('asu and Manual. Size, in.; eight, 3lbn. Additional instruction by mail, free, if dowired. U. S. STENOGRAPH CO., 402 N. 3d STREET, - ST. LOUIS, MO. TXXIiJ! “Happy Thought RANGE, With Duplex Crate, For GOAL or WOOD. The “Happy Thought’ - is tho leader and the best working Range in the market. It Is made in forty different styles and sizes. Ask your stove dealer for tho “Happy Thought,’ or cond for circular and prices. PITTSTON STOVE 80, 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. ■WAV 0 R ING '.'-fc -.. EXTRACTS ’ Ej. BAKING POWDER A CHALLENGE SAU Ct: g| &EATS.FISH& gig; GENUINE INDIA CURRY POWDER W