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DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON.
-HE OBCHABD ON THE HILL.
y xt “And when they were come to the
•ia e. whi< 11 te cal,wi ( alvary, there they
. ru -jfled Hun, and the ma lot actors. or.e on
*.h e right hand, and tho other on the left’—
” u .e xxiii- «» ;i .
*’.i u -t outside of Jerusalem is a swell of
i uod, toward which a crowd are as end
’ tor it is the day of exe ution. What a
, ’ btv as e üblago Some for curiosity to
'.‘-[rwhat the malefactors will say, and to
e how they will act. The three jieraons to
L executed are already there. Some of the
delators are vile of lip and bloat© 1 of < heek.
>me look up with revenge, hardly able to
\nth ir handsoff the sufferers. Some tear
Jbetrown hair in a irenzy of griff. Some
taud in slant borrow. Son e break out into
uncontrollable weeping. Some clap their
lands m delight that the offenders are to be
anished at la>t. ihe soldiois, with drawn
words, dri e back the mob, which press on
1 bard. There is fear that the proceedings
may be interrupted. D»t tho German
Ixgion, now stationed at Jerusalem, on
imweback, da h alon* the line, and force
v k the su ging multitude. “Back with
voul ’i s the cry; “Have you never toeu a
man die be!ore/” . .
i'hrec crosses in a row. An upriguv p;o e
and two transverse pieces—one on the top,
m which the hands are nailed, and one at tho
n (Idle, on whi< h the victim sit. Three trees
•id planted, yet bearing fruit—the one at
the right bearing poison, and the one at tho
I t bitter aloes; the one in the middle, apples
ofl'»ve. Norway pine, and tropical orange,
and Lebanon cedar, would not ma..e
strange a grovo as this or
chard on the hill. Stand, and give
a look at the three crosses. J ust look at the
one on the right. Its victim dies scoffing.
More tremendous than his physical anguish
J 9 his scorn and hatred of Him on the m ddle
i-ross. This one on the right twists half
around on the spikes to hiss at the < )ne on tho
middle. If the scoffer could get one hand
loo>e. and He were within reach, he would
smite the middle sufferer in the face. He
hafts Him with a perfect hatred. 1 think he
wishes he were down on the ground, that he
mi ht spar Him. He envies the me hanics
who, with their nails, have nailed Him fast.
Amid the settling darkness, and louder than
the crash of the rocks, I hear him jeer out
these words: “Ah! ah! you poor wretch, 1
knew you were an impostor! You pretended
to be a God, and yet you let these armed
legions master you.” It was in some such
hate that Voltaire, in his death hour, because
he thought he saw Christ in his bedroom, got
upon h s elbow and cried out: “Crush that
wretch!”
What had the middle cross done to arouse
up this right-hand cross? Nothing. Oh, the
ennuty of the natural heart against Christ!
The world likes a sentimental Christ or a
pblanthropic Christ: but a Christ who
conies to snatch men from their sins, away
with Him! On this right-hand cross, to
night, I see typified the unbelief of the world.
Men say: “Ba k with Him from theheait.
I will no' let Him take my sins. If He will
die. let Him die for Himself, not for me.”
There has always been a war between
this right hand cross and the mid
dle cross, and wherever there is Lan
unbelieving heart, there the fight goes
on. O, if, w’hen that dying malefactor per
ished, the faithlessness of man had perished,
then that tree which yields poi ou would
have budded and blossomed with life for al!
the world. Look up into that disturbed
countenance of the sufferer, and see what a
ghastly thing it is to reject Christ. Behold
m that awful face, in that pitiful look, in
that unblessed death hour, the stings of the
sinner's departure. What a plunge into
darkness! Standing high u on the cross on
the top of the hill, so that all the world may
look at hi n, he says: “Here I go out
of a miserable life into a wretched
eternity! One! Two! Three! Listen
to the crash of the fall, all ye
ages! So Hobbes, dying after he had seventy
years in which to prepare for eternity, said:
“Were I master of all the world. I would
give it all to live one day longer.” Sir Fran
cis New, ort hovering over the brink, critd
out: “Wretch that I am, whither shall I fly
from this breast' What will become of me/
0, that I were to lie upon the fire that never
is quenched, a thousand years, to purchase
the favor of God and be reconciled to Him
again! O, eternity! O, eternity! Who can
discover the abyss of eternity/ Who can
paraphrase upon these words: For ever and
for ever. ’
That right-hand cross, thousands have
nerished on it, yea, in worse agonies.
For what is physical pain com
pared with remorse. at the last,
that life had been wasted, and only a fleeting
moment stands between the soul and its ever
lasting overthrow? O God, let me die any
where rather than at the foot of that right
hand cross. Let not one drop of that blood
fall upon my cheek. Rend not my ear with
that cry. 1 see it now as never before—the
loathsomeness and horror of my unbelief.
That dying malefactor was not so much to
blame as I. Christianity was not established,
and perhaps not until that day had that man
hoard the Christ. But after Christ lias stood
almost nineteen centuries, working the won
ders of His grace, you reject Him. That
right-hand cro s. with its long* Learn, over
shadows all the earth. It is planted in the
heart of the ra e. When will th time come
that the Spirit of God shall, with its axe,
hew down that right-hand cross, until it shall
fall at the foot of that middie cross, and un
belief, the railing malefactor of the world,
shall perish from all our heai ts. Away from
me! thou spirit of unbelief! I hate thee!
With this sword of God I thrust thee back
•nd thrust thee through. Down to hell;
4own, most ac-ursed monster of the earth,
ind talk to the millions thou hast already
damned. Talk no longer to these sons of God»
these heli’s of heaven.
If thou be the bon of God.” Was there
*ny “it about it* Tell me. thou star tnat
in robe of lightdidrun topointout His birth
pia e. Tell me, thou s; a that didst
Hit thy hand over thy lip wiieu
iHe bid thee be still. Tell ire. ye
dead who got ud to see Him die. Tell me,
uiousun in mid-heaven, who for Him didst
nu down over thy fare the veil of darkness,
jell me, ye lepers who were cl ansed. ye
«ead who were ra se !, is He the Son or God?
Aye, aye! responds the universe. The flo.v
rs breath • it; th * stars chime it; the re-
* ele nate it; the angels rise up on
<oeir thrones to announce it. And vet on
m seraole malrta ior\ “if how many
!. «! *. !,e "recked lor all e ter nit}’. That l.tle
1 is the insect which has enough venom in
l;' r ,’'.‘g to c ause the death of the s >r.i. No
if ab< ut it. I know it Ecce Deus! Ife i
thoroughly— through every mils le of the
v au<l through every fa u tyot my mind;
•id through every energy of my soul. Liv-
1 will prea h it: dying, I will pillow my
••a upon its cons lations. Jesus the God!
Away. then, from this right-hand cross.
Uieied berries of the forest are n- t to be
Poisonous, and around this tree of cai nage
jjow the red, jioisonous berries of which
toy have tasted and die 1. I can see no use
T taIS fight-han 1 < fobs, ew*wpt it be use i as
•ev r with wh ch to upturn the unbelief of
a world. Hero from tne r ght-band cross
Th ♦ I® - ** J’nss clear to the other side.
JJS* ‘ twists himself upon the
. L J » • at < ent re cross—yet not to
in »♦u- * s wors hip- He. too, would like
a ’ s Imnd 1 xjse, not to smite, but to de
“r the sufferer of the middle cross. He
to Wjs laiier cursing on the other side:
•lienee! between us is innocence m
suffer for our crimes. »Silen e!”
ts/i ? roUQ d this lefthand cross. O.’ ye
tn •
tonic for the bot., and the bitter
‘ i VbafcgTow on this t ree shall gi. e -trength
•! nle to thy souk This left- and cro sis
c n
ly drowned t 11 us that in one m inent,
they were under th ua>er, their whole
• pass?.i before them, so i suppose that in
J - ni meat the dying malefa tor th »ight
ra “ hiS P a ' l Gs th it night w pen iie
- t mt» an unguarded door an 1 too': ih ?
, ’ the gold, Uie ewels, and as ihe-leeper
»' » k' P-it a knife through tors neai t. Os
day when> in th * I?n „j y be
way.are'-, and, regardless of the
aad :car. a uad
or ms victim, ne flung tho mangle! corpse
into the <L.st of the highway, or heaped upon
it tne sUnea. He say#; “ hilum a gmLy
wretch. Idee. ve tins. There is no ut-ea i f
iny curdng. i bar will not stop the ja n.
There is nc need of blaspheming Christ, n>r
He has done me no wrung; and yet I cannot
die so. Ihe tortures of my body a. e out
done Ly the torturui of my 3oul. Tne ju t
is a scone of misdoing. The present a cru i
fixion Tho future an eve. lasting undo n;.
Come back, thou hiding mid-day am! Kisi
my cheek with one bright ray of comfort
mu; a • lu-ip m».» auo.e—u Hi 4 . n\.ni ue
math Imm I must turn t • uiy omj u .ion
in sorrow, ihe t ue on Hie i
have heard that He kn >ws how to holp
a man when he is in t ouble 1 have
heard that He can cine ihe wounded. 1 rave
heard how tie an i ardon thesinner. Surely,
in an His wander.n;s up and down theeartu
H.* never saw *no moieiuueed o* His ior
g.v ne s.
Lie sml one! I turn to Theo! Wilt Thou
look lor the moment away irom Thine own
j ang.s t > pity me Lord, it is not to have my
hands relieve i or my feet latten from the
torture Iran stand all this; but Oh! my
sms! my si is! my sins! they pierce me
through and thrcugh. They tell me 1 must
die for ever. They will push me out into the
darkness uu!c>» mon wilt help. I c oiife sit
all. Hear the cry of the dying thief, fxird,
remember me when Thou comest into Thv
kingdom. 1 ask no great thin ;s. I seek for
no throne in heave i -no chariot to
take me to the skies; but just
think of me when this day’s horrors
have passed. Th nk of me a little—of me,
the one now hanging nt Ihy side; wh »n
the shout of heavenly welcome takes Thea
back into glory, Thou wilt not forget me,
wilt Thou? Lord, remember me when Thou
comest into Thy kingdom—only just remem
ber me.
Likewise must we repent. You say: “1
have stolen nothmg. ’ 1 reply: We have all
been guilty of th * mightiest felony of the
universe, for we have rob lie I God—robbed
Him of our time, robbed Him of our talent-,
robbed Him of our services. Suppose you
send a man West as an agent of your
firm, and every month you pay him
his salary, and at the end of ten years
you find cut that he has been serving another
firm, but taking your salary; would you not
at once condemn him as dishonest? God sent
.us into this world to serve Him He has
given us wages all the time. (ne half of u
have been serving another master. When a
man is convi ted of treason, he is brought
out; a regiment surround him, and the com
mand i given: “Attention, company! Takf
aun! Fire!” And tho man fails with a hun
dred bullets through his heart There come
times in a man’s history when the Lord calls
up the trooo of his iniquities, and at God’s
command they pour into him a concentrated
volley of torture. You say: “I don't feel
myself to be a sinner.” That may be.
Walk along by the cliffs and you
jSee sunlight ana flowers at the mouth
of t'ne < ave, and a chandelier of sta actite
near the opening of the cave: but ta ea
torch and go in, and before you have gone
far you sea the fl ashing eye or a wild beast,
or hear the hiss of a serj>ent. So the W’orld
! seems in the sunlight of worldlinesc but as I
, 'vave the torch of God’s truth, and go down
i into the deep cavern of the hear.—alas! for
the bristling horrors and ihe ra’tlmg fangs.
Have you ever not < e I the climax in this
I Jiassageofsc ip ure. “The heart is deceitful.’
| I hat seems enough. But the passage goes on
and says: “The heart is de eitful above all
; things!” AS ill you not say that is enough ?
But the pass-age goi's on further and says
“ The heart is deceitful above all things and
desperately wicked.” If we could see tiie
, true condition of the upardoned before
God what wringing of hands
: there would be ? what a thousand
1 voiced shriek of supplication and despair.'
, But you are a sinner—a sinner. I speak not
t > the verson who sits next to you, but L»
you. You are a sinner. All the transgres
sions of a life time have been gathered up
into an avalanch ■. At any moment it may
slip from the cliffs and crush you forever.
May the Lord Almighty, by His grace, help
us to repent of our sins while repentance is
possible.
The left hand cross was a believing cross.
There was no guess-work in tha r prayer; no
it” in that supplication. The left-hand
flung it-elf at the foot of the middle
cross, expecting mercy. Faith is only Just
! opening the hand to take what ( hrist offers
us. 'l'he work isalldone, the bridge is built
strong enough for all of us to walk over. Tap
not at the door of God's mercy with the tip
of your fingers: but as a warrior, with
gauntleted fists, beats at the castle gate, so,
wiih all the aroused energies of our son Is,
let us i)Oand at the gate of heaven. That
gate is Jocki d. You go to it with a bunch of
keys. You try philosophy; that will not
open it. You try good works; that will uot
oj>en it. A large door generally has a pon
derous key. 1 take the cross and place the
foot of it in the socket of the lock, and bv
the two arms of th? cross I turn the lock and
the door opens.
This left hand cross was a pardoning cross.
The crosses were only two or three yards
apart. It did not take Jong for Christ to
he ir. Christ might have turned away, and
said: How darest thou speak to Me? lam
the Lord of Heaven and Earth. I have
seen your violence. When you stru k
down that man in the darkness, I paw you.
You are getting a just reward—die in dark
ness—die forever. But Jesussaidnot so; but
rather: “This day shalt thou bo with .Me in
Paradise;'’as much a> to say: “I s-e you
there; don't worry. I will not only bear my
cross, but help you with yours.”
Forthwith the left-hand cross becomes the
abode of contentment. The pillow of tiie
malefactor soaked in blood, be nines like tho
crimson upholstery of a King’ couch. When
the body bacame still, and the surgeons feel
ing the pulse said one to another: “He
is dead,” the last mark of pain had
gone from his face. Peace had
smoothed his forehead; Peace closed h s
eyes; Peace closed his lips. Now you see
why there are two transverse oie e.s on the
Cross, for it has be ome a ladder int > tiie
skies. That dying h ad is easy which Ins
under it the promise: “This day shalt thou
bo wit hMe in Lara li e.” Ye whose lips have
been filled with blasphemy, ye whose h inds
for many years have wrought u irighteous
ness, ye who have companioned with the un
clean, ye who have sealed every height (>t
transgression, and fathomed every depth,
and passed every extre neo. iniquity—mercy!
mercy!
“The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.”
I have shown you the right-hand cros- and
the left-hand cro s. Now c mie to the middle
crovs. We stoo lat the one an 1 found it
yielded poison. We stood at tho other and
found it yielded bitter aloe< Come now to
the midd.e cross, and shake down app es of
love. Uncover your hea l. You ne.er saw
so tender a scene as this. You may have
seen father, or mother, or companion, or
child die, but never so affe ting a seen • as
this. The railing thief lo >ked from one way
and saw only the right side of Christs face.
The penitent ■ hies looked from th?other way
and saw the’e:t side of Christ s face. But
where you sit to-day. in f ill of Gospel
light, you see Christ’s full face.
It was a suffering cros . If the weapons
of tor* ure had gone on y through the fatty
portions of the body, the torture would not
have l>een so great; but they went through
the han Is, and feet, and temples; the most
sensitive portions It was not only the spear
that went into His s da. but the sins of all
the rare—a thousand spears—plunge after
plunge, deeper and deeper, until the silence
and composure that bes >re < hara^teri'ed
Him gave way in a groan, through which
rumbled the sorrows ot time and the woes of
eternity. Human ha‘e had done its wo?-st
and hell had hu’ led itA shar ert ia elin. and
devils had vented thei • hottest rage when,
with e ery nerve in Hh body in torture, and
every fibre of His heart in e <cruHation. H<
cried out. My God, my God, why ha t Thoc
fo.sa ea Me! ’
*twasa / orZo'o? cro>—tb.c right-hand
cross s u det for iw»lf. the ie t hand cross
for it elf; but the middle cross for you.
AV ben a King was dying, a young man cried:
“Pour my blood in o h.s veins, that he die
not.” The vein* of the young man were
tan ed and the blood transferred: so that
the King lived, but the young man died.
Christ saw the race perishing. Ha cried:
“Pour my blood into their veins, that they
die not.”
My hand is fre» now, because Christ’s wai
crushed. My brow is jynsle-s now, Itv ause
Christ’s was torn. My soul rs< a v.s, Is? auso
Christ’s was Loud 1. Iga u heaven. liecame
Christ forme enduro i th' horre-s of hell.
When th.» Swiss w ro nia iy years ago eon
• n ling against their one nies th y siw these
en niie.s stardirg in solid nhalnnx.and knew
n t how to break their ranks; Luton.'of their
heroes rushKi out in front «f his regiment
and shoute L “Make way for ho rty!’ Ihe
wt apons of the em my were plunged ii to his
heart, but while they were slaying him of
coarse their ranks worn broken, and through
that gap in the ranks tho Swiss marched to
\ ietc.ry. Christ saw all the powers of dark
new assailing men. He cried out: “Make
wav for the redemption of the world.” All
the wearing of infernal wra h struck Him,
but as they struck Him our ra e marched
out free.
To this middle cross, my dying hearers,
look, that your souls may live. I showed you
the rivht hand cross in order ’hit you mi -ht
see what an awful thing it is to ho unb ‘hav
ing. I showed you th? loft hm 1 c:os- that
you might s?e what it is t» Now I
show you rhe middle cross that, you may st*e
what Christ has done to save vour soul,
loots have sung its pra se, and sculrtors
have attempt 'd to commemorat • it in mar
ble and martyrs have clung to it in the tire,
and Christians dying quietly in their hois
have leaned th -ir hesdi against it. Tins
hour may all our souls embrace it w ith an ec
staev of affection. loiv hold of that cr. sa.O
sinner. Everything else will fail vou. Without«
strong grin ’of thai you perish Put your
ha ul on that an i you are safe, though a
worl 1 swing from beneath y >ur feet. Oh!
that I mivht engrave on your sou's ineffa a
ably the three crosses, and that if in y<» ip
waiting moment you will not heed, th m
that in your dream this coming night you
might see on the hill back of Jerusalem t -e
three spectacles—the right-hand cross, show
ing unbel es dying with >ut ( hrist—th ' left
hand. show ng what it is to be pardoned—
while the central cross pour< upon your soul
the sunburst of heaven as it says; “By all
these wounds I plead for tby heart. I have
loved thee with an everlasting love. Rivers
cannot quench it. The floods cannot drown
it!’ And while you look the right-hand
crass Will fa le out. of sight,.and then the
Pf will be gone; nothing will remain
but the middle cross, and even that, in
your dream will begin to change until it be
comes a throne, and the worn face of Calva
ry will tn?ome radiant with gladness; and
instead of the mad mob at the foot of the
cross will be a multitude kne ‘ling. An 1 you
and I will be among them. But no! we "will
not wait for sivh a dream. In this our most
aroused mood we throw down at the foot of
that, middle cross sin, sorrow, life, death,
everything.
We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance to
the < aptive. We are thirsty; Christ is the
river of salvation to slake our thirst.
We are hungry; Jesus says, “I am the
bread of life’” We are conde vnod to
die; Christ says: “Save that man from go
ing down to the pit: lam the ransom.” We
are tossed on a se i of troubles; Jesus ci mes
over it, saying: “It is I. b? not afraid.” We
are in darkness; Jesus-ays: “I am the bright
and the morning star.” We are si k; Jesus
is the balm of Gil al. We arc deal: hear
the shrouds rend and the grave hillocks heave
as he cries: “1 am the resmrre tion an I the
1 fe; he that believe!h in Me, though he were
dead,yet shall he live.” We want justification.
“Being justified by faith, we have peace
with God through our Lord Je us Christ.”
We want to o'er’ise faith; “Believe in tho
Lord Jesus Chr st, and tho i shalt be save I.”
I want to got from under condemnation;
“There is now, therefore no condemnation
to them who are in Chr st Jems ” The
cross—he carrie lit The flames of hell—ho
su ered them. Tie shame—he end irod it
The crown—he won it. He glits of heaven
sing it, and worlds of light t • worlds of light
all round the heavens cry: “Glory, gloryl”
Let us go forth and gather the troph es for
Jesus. From Got on In mines we gather the
diamonds, from Ceylon banks we gttbt r the
pearls, from all la ids an I kingdoms we
gather pre ious stones, and we b ing the
glittering burdens and put them down at. tho
feet of Jesus, ami say: “All the e ar.* Thine.
Thou art worthy.” We go forth a;ain for
more trophies, and into one sheaf we gather
all the sceptres of the C es:vr% and the Alex
anders, and the Czars, and the Sultans, of
all royalties and dominions, and then we
bring the sheaf of sceptres and put it down
at tho feet ot Jesus, and sav: “Thon art
King of kings, and these Thon hast con
que.i d.” And then we go forth azain to
gather more trophies, and wo bid the
re.leemed of all ages, the sons and daughters
of the Lord Al night/, to come, anti the
hosts of heaven bring rown and pa!m, and
s opt e, and here by these blee ling feet and
by this riven side, and by this wounded
heart, cry: “Blessing an I h mor, and glory,
and power unto tho Lamb forever and for
ever!”
An Accident.
“What's the matter, Johnnie?” asked
a small boy, a< Johnnie emerged from
th; house crying.
‘ Frightful accident I” replied Johnnie,
briefly.
“No! What was it?’’
“Well, you see, I was talking
mother, and I got mad and sassed h
“Yes.”
“And then she started me.”
“Yes.”
“And Iran all over tii« house, and
down into the yard an I round that; and
th< n into the wood-shed, you know—”
“Yes, go on ! ’
“Well I was runnin’ under full steam,
yo i see.”
“Yes yes; of course.”
“And , ran into an open switch. Ihe
old gcntlhman was in the wood-shed
with one. Terrible accident on that
road, I can tell you. Tracks ain’t
cleared yet. ” tit rrwLar.
He Would Do.
“So you want to be an umpire?” said
the manager to the applicant.
“Yep.”
“Do you know what a foul ball is?’
“Xop.”
“Do you know whit a bass hit is?’
“Nop.”
“Do you know what an earned run
is?”
“Nop.”
“Do you know anything at all about
the game?”
“Nop.”
“Thea what are your quahfications?”
“Why, I can lick any man in the State
that disputes my d -cisions.”
“Consider yourself engaged; you ar«
the very min I am looking fos.''— PiUt
burg Curunicle.
A Horse on Pa.
The family of a well-known anti
saloonisi were gathered ar. ind a subur
ban table one evening recently, when lit
tle Tommy sudd :nly remarked :
“Say, do f Iks eat horses?”
"In Paris they do, my dear,” said his
mother.
“Well, I guess they do in Boston,
too,” Tommy went on. “Pa do-s, any
way.”
“What do you me in, Thomn?” asked
his father, st rd.
“Well,” sai 1 Tommy, “I heard yon
tell Uncle Cuariie tnat yo i took a pony
with your co.fee erery da; at your dinner
at Young's, and it braced you up lots for
the cause.”— B Bin JC'.or/.
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i l" f ' ife T.7 “y f° r id I Finds of short
! Vi’ '•" I'.ii-il work. It ea'i
- ‘readily be learned from
the Manual of In
p-., /-"-x struclion. in tho
hands of an intelligent operator it novel
fails to properly do its work.
Send stamp for circular, or 25 cents for
Manual.
i’kici:, - - S4O,
With CaHt* and Manual. Size, 7%x7, J . 4 in.:
Wtdgbl, 3 lbw.
I Additional instruction by mail, free, if desired.
• U. S. STEMQ6RAPH CO.,
402 N. 3d STREET, - ST. LOUIS, MO-
_. . ....
TH I i”
Happy Tliought
RANGE,
With Duplex Crate,
i For COAL or WOOD,
The “Happy ThougCnt’ - is the
leader and tho best working
Range in tho market. It is made
in forty different styles and sizes.
Ask your stove dealer for the
"Happy Thought,’' or send for
circular and prices.
PITTSTON STOVE CO.
PITTSTON, PA.
PAINTS
For Houses, Barns, Fences, Roofs, Inside
Painting, Wagons, Implements, etc.
Hum's Gujmm Pure Punt.
Warranted to Give Satisfaction.
Economical, Beautiful, Durable, Excellent.
Send for free Illustrated and Descriptive Catalogue to
F. HAMMAR PAINT COMPANY,
CINCINNATI—ST. LOUIS.
Ask your merchant for IL
! OUR
JOB PRINTING
DEPARTMENT
wftk *n the rafaisttM foe Aning
all kinds of Job mH Hook wk in Push-
GUm StyJn. Pro, pt r ud U JUn
knulu Triata,
WEDDING CARDS,
VISITING CARDS,
BUSINESS CARDS,
BALL CAJID3,
POSTEWi
llfc-
No Robbing! No Ihckiclie! No Sore Fingers!
H’arnintfcC not to /q/uro the Clothfi,
Ask your Grocer for it. If bo cannot snp
ply yon, one cake will bo luni <’«! FRKK on nh ' j>t
of six two rent atainp* for poßtage. Al>enu , 'f»l
nine-colored “Chromo” with threeJmra. Peal
er* and Grocers should write fur particulars
C. A SHOUDY & SON,
HOCHFORD. ILL.
1-THE
AWRENCE
PURE LINSEED OIL
Dmixed
ffITS
READY FOR USE.
Tiie lICHt I*iiint Itlncle.
Guaranteed to contain no water,
benzine, barytes, chemicals, rubber,
aabeatos, roam, ylona oil, or other
similar udulterntiona.
A full guarantee on every package
•nd directions for uae, eo that any
one not a practical paints-r can use it
Handsome fiiihiilu carda, »-h wing
88 beautiful ahaaee, mailed free on
application. If not kept by your
dealer, write to uh
Be carohl to ask for ” THE LAWRENC’- PAINIS,”
and do not take any other aatd to bv " a» qood at
Lawrence's. ” •
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you
luir°"
TOii"Rj ILW examine
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\ \ Portfolloof
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Vix tk'l I'nslilom'.l
Hmwes.QneeliArino
Cottman, Suburban
Z7l**'W Bwridenccs, etc., col-,
✓ ” ore<l to match’
/ uy > v, ‘A shmie»<>f
latest ami most cf
v-wj -9» fective combination
_ - . of colors in house
painting.
ioutena fteC' • If your denier has nnl
•fer«ry not our portfolio, ask lilnl
pukaga k to Bend tons for one. Yon
® four V • 1 can then see exactly how
•ATLAS I "w* V- your houso will appear
READY- \ x jlf J when finished.
MIXED \ »f\ Do this and use “Atlas?’
daiwt \v « I Ready-Mixed Paint ami in-
rA,NI G.Sfll VJ sure yoursen satisfaction.
togiv«aaiiii\ ~4n our Guarantee,
faction, and A . -
JUi Geo.D.Wetlierill&Co.
fl .o„ . n d \ 4 ? /.b. WHITE LEAD and PAINT
“r“. “a? jL ' F.J MANUFACTURERS,
/ ® 66 North Front St.
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The Most Perfect Instrument WorlL
Used Exclusively at the
“Grand Conservatory of music,”
OF NEW YORK.
Endorsed by all Eminent Artists.
low rmcKS! kasythrmsi
AUGUSTUS BAUS &
Warerooms, 58W. 23d St. New York.
■ This Wash
Board la made
of O*K SOLID
KIIK K T OF
lIHAt'T L'DRUU.
HATED ZINC,
which produces
a double- faced
board of the
baa (quality and
durability. 'l'he
fluting in very
deep, holding
more water, and
consequently
dott'g bcttoi
wnhbing than
any u .kli board
in the market.
Ihe frame is
maito of hard
wood, and hold
togvlli' i with an
Iron lw»H run
ntog tin. u.h »
the lowtr o<lgs
of the r.inC'thue
b I n <ll ii u tho
whole toffsthM
i n uic mosi »uo
ntan tlal manner
and prodiK iiiga
(rash lnmr<! which for economy,erceflence and dura
bility ie unqiieationubly the bout in tho world.
Fe And ho inuny dualent that objeet to nur board
on account of its lU KAIIII ITY, aaying “It will
last too long, wo can never sell a customer but
one." Wo tako thin ineanß to advise consumers to
KNRIST upon having the
NORTH STAR WASH BOARD.
TMS IMHI la THK CUWKBT,
■uihctund by PFANSCHMIDT, DODGE & 00..
tse A 250 West Polk St., Chicago, 111.
to the Finest in the Worll
These Extracts never vary.
SUPERIOR FOR STRENGTH, QUALITY,
PURITY, ECONOMY, ETO.
Mad. from Selected Fruita end Sploea.
Innkt cn having Bactlno's Flavors
AND TAKE NO OTHERS.
SOLD BY ALL GROCERS.
BASTIITE & CO.,
41 Warren St., New York.
theORRVILLE
CHAMPION COMBINED
Grain Thteshet/’Ctoet Hullei.
Acknowledged by Tiirrtnhermeii to bo
C. ./'r
mnko the only 'I u o-C v Imdwr
Grain I hr«’*»B»er sml Clover Biollwr that
will do tho work of two Kep.ir or j.j >• iiiera 'I no
Clover IBiillvr h h'4 h Himp 1 " ait " hmerit taiL
aseparnto hulliiitf cylinder c.m-trm "I mid op' rw
ted upon th" m'mt »ipj>rov< , <l wl'‘Htinc pimciples.
Illis tho whil st Fcpnruling cupm lty of any niHChtna
ti the m .rket. In light, compact, durnblo,
mfmb but one belt ruid re«|iiiie« Jews
power mid bni few« r working pnrin
CliiLiinuy other mitehinv. S" hlmpls
ln<•oiisirin tion Unit it i*. easily undef
•tood. Will th'OMh p. ifi-rrly fill kinds of j-rnln*
peart, timothy, fl x. c'ovcr, etc. Send for • *’’Cnlijr t
price Het. »4< , of Tlir< i«li< rrt, Kng’ncs, Haw Milla
and Orrdn hr-gl-iorn, and be suer to mention thia
paper. Ajjenls wianled. Addn hi
THE KOPPES MACHINE CO.
PHILAD’A, PA.