The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, July 01, 1897, Image 2
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GOONTY RECORD
KDSGSTREE, S. ~
IfOUIS J. BB18TOW, Kd. & Prop'r.
"LAND OF THE SKY."
Vanderbllt Baying Treasures for HI*
Magnificent Home.
A special from Asheville, X. C, says:
Many strange looking boxes, bearing
foreign marks and labels, have been reoeived
there. Some are marked Paris,
Rome, Naples, Vienna, and there were
others from Athens, Greece.
As the queer looking boxes are an.
loaded from the Southern's cars, they
are sent oat to Biltmore, and a native
Beys:
" Mr Vanderbilt has hecn a-buyin'
* more of them old foreign things, and
the dagoes are chaatin' him because
fee's rich. Why, J can go down ther to
Chariot-tie and bay brand new pietafea.
and new statutes of the legislator* and
sculptuary for half what he pays for
old broken-op things that ain't got a
? whole arm or a leg to their heathen
names."
And the mountaineer shakes bis head
and looks genuinely sorry for the
young millionaire who is now in.Europe
picking up more treasures for his 90,000,900
palace up here in the "Land of
the Sky." It is the most wonderful
nrivate residence in t^e world, and today
is dividing honors with western
North Carolinas glorious climate and
scenery which for years hare been the
salvation and delight of thousands of
men, women and children who, broken
in health, oome here seeking rest, inrigfaong
air and pars water. Mr.
5he Southern rail tray officials ssythat
this section is thi most popular resort
on their great system, a id they attribute
it to the air and the grandeur oi
&' the mo&tpUa.
Ths coast people have loaf bean deToted
to Aiherille, Flat Booh, Weynssvilla
and all thia part of the country.
There ia a tonic in the air and water
which puts new life into them becauae
it pete new blood in their veins, a
brighter oolor in their eyes, a ruddy
glow at healthy brown on their cheeks.
They art Invariably the first to oome
and the last to leave. The exodus from
the coast country ia setting i^ In
two weeks pore the colonies from Savannah,
Jacksonville and Charleston
will be well installed, and right behind
than trill oome thh Mkoon, Atlanta,
Cehtmbua, Montgomery. Mobile and
New Orleans oonungents with their
* beau If ul bailee and aristocratic ma*
troaa. Later, the visitors will oome
from New lark, Chicago and other
' large northern and western cities.
The best people in the Sooth have
bean earning here so loag that theaam.
mm eoloaies have e delightful time nocially,
and the seaern passes quickly
for those who ere fonC of social gayteies
On the other hand the ruest In
the 'lAgdof the Sky," if he prefers,
may be as quiet as il he were inhiaown
,knM THw an aTunaemena ana ooopntioa
for *11 tsstee riding, driving,
MMW oUmbing, trout fishing,
frrrnfr. gold music, dancing,
natttg?orarything to interest and
eieeund and about, and abort all,
timduaf away furthar than eye can
Tatnb. art the towering mounted a, dad
in manHat of green and filar hooda of
ma This la aetntry sublime?the
kind which epeaka a rarious language
jB "to him too in the Lore of nature holai
> oommumicft with hear risible forms." If
that Bynn oalltd "the hum of human
citaee," it tertun to your overstrained
name, hart it net and balm. Hera it
it pleasantly oool whan Oeorgfeas,
Fkridians and Alahamians an diatneead
by tha mercury at 06 to 100.
Word ooaaea that mora of the fashion Ida
than utual an ooming up this seam
from Atlanta and other dfiea.
A rant factor in Aaheville'a growth ia
the Southern Railway's excellent train
anin and oonrenient schedules. The
k , panda hen reahaa, too, that the Conatitution
has aaaiatad in bringing about
conditions which are advantageous to
Q Western North Carolina. Connaa
taana an aach that one can leave Maeoa,
Barannah or Augusta aftar supper,
or Atlanta at midnight, and bo ban the
next morning for breakfast Jackson ill*
Hnlninkni lfantimturv. Mobile
^rw.w Orleans art alao *11 within ao
easyride by this system* last and lux??
urious trains.
Mr. Vanderbilt very graciooeiy allow*
tha public to visith is groundssad
admire the palace, though it i* not every
oae who gets a glim pee within the
' bhiteen where he has stored so many
treasures of art and history. Ko king,
nor queen, nor prinoe, aor lord oo this
earth has such a magnificent palaoe as
the quiet, studious, book aad art-lovigg
V v young bachelor has built for himself
high up here among the mountains,
iust a short distance from Asheville. He
has spent more than fit.QOO.OOO ot^ it,
and intends to pat fi8r000,000 more into
it, and if he lives to enioy it, no doubt
it will cost him all of filO,(QO,O0O before
many years. He has 180,WO acre?, and
can travel thirty-five miles in a straight
line from his door without reaching the
boundaries of his estate. Mammoth
driveways and cycle roads, run everywhere
and there are miles of them, carefully
graded and kept smooth. Seldom
does any one ever come here without
going out to see Biltmore.
Of Coarse.
Moses Junior?Fader, a shentleman
in de shop wants to know If dat *11wool
nonsbrlnkable shirt will shrink?
Gonl/vi*?TVvoo 4/1 fi/4 him %
jivam t^ruivi?<u uu U*?M
Moses Junior?No; Id Is too big.
Moses Senior?Yah; Id vlll shrink!?
Tld-Bits. m
"Your wife has such a liquid voice,"
said Mr. Foedick to Mr. Tiff. "Yes,
that's a pretty good name for It," replied
Mr. Tiff. Mr. Fosdick looked up
inquiringly, and Mr. Tiff addeth "It
never dries up, you know."?Harper's
Bazar.
Always be good-natnred if you can.
A few drops of oil will do more to facilitate
the movement of the most stub*yrn
machinery than rivers of vinegar.
"The world owes every man a living."
"Yes, and we don't get it collected
until we have almost learned to
4o wtthout ^"^-Chicago Record.
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A GENTLEMAN OF '76.
He cat a gallant figure
In bonnie buff and blue;
A goodly sight his buckles blight
And primly powdered queue!
A more courageous queetex
Ne'er served Sultan nor Shah
Than ha, my brave ancestor,
My great-great-grandpapa!
And then In his elation
Did my forefather gay,
Speak out the wo^d he'd long deferred
For fear she'd say him "Nay,"
And when he saw how tender
Within her eyee the light, i
He cried: "In your surrender
I read?we win the fight!''
And when the freedom-piear
Swept, surge-like, through the aeus?
A might clang whose echoes rang
From Philadelphia bellsLoud
from a stern old steeple
He hurled the proud hurrah,
The joy-peal to the people,
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My great-great-grandpapa.
* He held the brutal Briton
A "thing" beneath his scorn;
A Tory he conceived to be
The'baseet caitiff born;
And not a neighbor wondered
He looked upon them so?
Forsooth, that was one hundred
And twenty yean agol
How true the happy presage!
In faith, how leal and true
Thv whole long life of love and strife,
*fhou saint in buff and blue!
Beyond all touch of travail,
with great-great-graadme -nma.
Now flooding time, slips by in . hyme
For great-great-grandpapa!
?Clinton Scollard.
FlimniHEl
$ A Fourth of July Story. ^
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V . RIGGSYILLE
^f> V\ wa8 verJ sorry,
didn't see how it
* 131 was go^g to have
a Fourth of July
celebration. Not
ol that Griggsville
^a oL wasn't anxious to
set off firecrackers and have a balloon
ascension, with fireworks in the evening.
Quite the contrary, for the
Fourth of July in the! past had always
been the greatest day of the year.
Griggsville had thought it all over, remembering
that crops were bad, that the
times were hard and that taxes were
hiffh. and had oome to the conclusion
that it would need all the money it
could get for winter fuel and buckwheat
flour and bacon.
All of the older folks agreed with
this decision; not withont many mournful
shakes of the head, but the boys of
Griggsville were much displeased.
"It's what I call a burning shame,"
sniffed Jack Morrisjwhen he heard the
news.
"Yes," chimed in Ruddy Wilson,
"Alden's Mills and Norcross and
Simpson's Landing and nearly every
town in the county is going to have a
oelebration, and now Griggsville has
backed out."
"Course all of our games are off,"
remarked Dick Lansing, disconsolately;
"no team will come here to play unless
there is something going on."
Dick was the manager of the Griggsville
Baseball Club and he felt the disappointment
deeply.
For a moment all the boys were silent,
as if the weight of the affliction
was too great for expression. Presently
Will Spencer blurted out:
"Let's have a celebration anyway.
I've got a few dollars I'll put into it
and we can get enough more among
the boys to make something of a show
at least?and we'll leave the old folks
out of it, too."
"That's all very well," returned
Dick, "but it's easier said than done,"
and there the matter dropped.
The next day when the boys met at
the ball field Will came rushing up the
street, evidently much excited. As
soon as he was within hearing he
shouted:
"I've got it, fellows, I've got it."
"Well, out with it, old man; don't
keep us in suspense," replied Dick,
who didn't think much of Will's many
plans. For Will had only lived in
Griggsville a short time and Dick was
a little jealous of his popularity.
As soon as Will recovered his breath
he unfolded his scheme. It was to go
down to Sullinger's Hole and find the
cannon and muskets that were supposed
to lie hidden in its depths. During
the war the part of Missouri in
which Griggsville is looated had been
overrun by roving bands of marauders
belonging to both the Confederate and
Union armies, and it was on one of
these raids that the Southerners had
pounced down upon a quantity of
stores and ammunition held at.Griggsville,
and, being unable to get entirely
away with their plunder, they had
dropped it into Sullinger's Hole. All
this had been long known to the boys
of Griggsville,pwhose* fathers and
mothers often told of the wild day of
the raid, and pointed out the bulletfurrows
in their homes. And they
knew, too, all about Sullinger's Hole.
It lay at the end of a tangled path
among the hazel brush and prickly ash
at the bottom of the bluff which sheltered
Griggsville. It was a quiet,
glassy pool with a harmless little
stream trickling into it, but no outlet
that any one knew about. Grass and
weeds and a few yellow water lilies
' grew close around its edges, but at its
centre, it was said, no one had ever
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found bottom, although more than one
of the men of Griggsville had sounded
the pool. The earliest settlers in the
county had called it the "haunted
pool," but ever since old man Sullinger
had scoffed at the idea and had
gone bathing in its waters, never to
return, it had been known as Sullinger's
Hole. All these things the boys
knew and they avoided the dark pool.
They neither skated on it in winter nor
swam in it in summer, although a few
of the braver ones had fished around
its edges and caught big, lazy, old bass
and pickerel. It was, therefore, not
at all surprising that Buddy Wilson
shrugged his shoulders and laughed
when Will made the suggestion.
"None of that for me," he said.
"Oh, well, you needn't go along unless
you want to," responded Will,
impatiently. "All this talk about
Sullinger's Hole being haunted is
foolishness. I've caught a good many
fish there, and it's a beautiful place.
May be the old cannon and muskets
were never dumped in there at all,
but if they were it would be a great
thing to drag 'em out and have a parade
with 'em on the Fourth and fire
the cannon early in the morning. I
tell you, boys, it would be the biggest
celebration that Griggsville ever had."
Will was very much excited, and
several of the boys at once grew interested.
Will didn't know as much
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about suilinger s nuie as me uui?
boys, and so he was less afraid.
"I'd help," said Dick Lansing, "if
I was sure there was any way of doing
it"
"All right, Dick, we'll show 'em,"
put in Will, whose eyes fairly glowed
with excitement. "We'll have the old
guns all up here by the Fourth and it
will be a celebration worth seeing."
When Dick went over, all of the
doubters except Buddy went with him.
The company was pledged to the
greatest secrecy, and work was to begin
at onee. The baseball practicing
was forgotten, and seven boys set off
down the narrow pathway that led to
Snllinger's Hole.
That night and tho next evening
toir y .
"a hundred willing hands
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they dragged or rolled a number of
big dry logs and poles down to the
edge of the pool. These they cut off
into equal lengths and fastened together
in the form of a hnge raft that
would support a dozen or more boys.
As early on the afternoon of the third
day as possible the seven slid quietly
out of the town and down the hill to
the pool. They carried with them
ropes and n crowbar or two and a number
of long poles cut in the woods, besides
hammers and nails and other implements.
On reaching the shore of
the pool they mounted the raft and
pushed it out. They all whistled and
shouted and sung until the birds of the
woods, unused to being so disturbed,
flew away much frightened. Every
one of the workers felt just a little
nervous in spite of the bright warm
sunlight and the clear sky overhead.
Once out on the pool they poled themselves
along until they were about ,
twenty feet from the shore.
One of the ropes with a big iron
hook on the end was let down in the
water and dragged back and forth. '
Suddenly it pulled against something
hard. Half shivering with excitement (
Dick and (George Merton pulled away
on it. The raft swayed and lurched, (
and the other boys came to help them. .
At last a b.g, dark object came to the
surface, and they saw that it was only (
the limbs of a big dead tree. As long (
as there was light they poled about ]
the edges of the pond with their <
drags, but with the exception of snags (
and weeds and mud they could find (
nothing at all.
After two more discouraging after- (
boons of work "Lank" Everson said
he wasn't iping to waste any more of I
his time.
Three of the boys agreed with him, i
but Will Spencer was able to persuade |
Dick and Jack to make one more.
trial. By this time they had got over <
most of typr aire of the e&l agd they <
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had all expressed their intention of
going there often to fish.
The next night Will was handling
the drag rope. Suddenly it began to
pull, and, assisted by Jack, he drew
it carefully in. At the end was a mass
of snags.
"What's that?" shouted Dick, suddenly.
Will pulled the rope neare/and Jack
lifted out a long, narrow object It
was a gun barrel, rusted beyond
recognition. The stock was wholly
gone, but it had evidently been broken
off in raising it from the bottom, because
there were the marks of a fresh
fracture.
Forgetting that he was on a raft
Will threw up his cap and shouted at
the top of his voioe:
"We've found 'em! we've found
'em!"
But although they dragged an hour
they could bring up nothing else.
"I don't see how we can ever get
the things up even if they are there,"
said Dick.
"Dive," answered Will, quietly.
The other two boys looked at him
with horror. But when they parted
for the night Will had expressed his
firm intention of diving to the bottom
to see if he could find the cannon.
And the next day all seven of the boys
came back very much excited. The
finding of the gun barrel had reassured
them. Carefully they poled out
so as not to make the water muddy,
and then Will stripped and stood
poised for a moment on the edge of
the raft. Dick had insisted that he
tie a rope sround him. The word was
given, and, with a look at the clear
sky above. Will splashed head-first
into the Sullinger's hole. They saw
hi8 white body go down and down
through the water and then fade out
of sight No one moved nor uttered
a sound; every muscle was strained
and every eye was fixed on the water.
"i> trao & moment What would
Will find? Would he be sacked down
to his death as Sollinger had been?
But the rope had ceised to spin
through Dick's hands. Then it pulled
DRAGGED THE OLD CAXHOlf."
again and a dozen feet away from the
boat a wet head popped ont of the
^ater. Will shook himself, sputtered
and shouted:
"ItJfl there, it's there; I touched it."
Then he struck out for the raft,
dragging something along in his hand.
When he crawled out he laid an old,
worn, rusted musket on the logs. All
the boys were wild with excitement
Dick insisted on stripping and making
a dive, and! he, too, brought up a musket.
Then Will went down with one
end of a small rope in his mouth. This
he ran through the fork of the cannon.
A larger rope was dragged down, and
before dark the boys were on shore
ready to begin pulling in their prize.
But it would not stir. It was too deep
in the mud.
The next afternoon they came down
with Tom Fisher's old white-faced
team, fastened it to the rope, and with
one strong pull the cannon came loose
and then it was no trouble to pull the
battered and rusted and wholly worthless
old piece of artillery out of the
water.
Somehow, in spite of all the boys
rvml/1 dn iViA TIOTTS OTtrAsd ft bout like
wild-fire, and every one ia town camo
out to see what Snllinger's Hole had
given up to the light of day. A
hundred willing hands dragged the
old cannon to the top of the bluiT, and
on Fourth of July morning it was
loaded with powder?but that is getting
ahead of the story. % For when
ptriggsville heard what the boys had
done Will Spencer became the hero of
the hour, and the money for a great
eelebration was quickly [ subscribed.
And on the morning of the great day
0rigg8ville was out in har best with
Sags waving and firecrackers popping
and anvils booming. The newu of the
great find had spread, and men and
women and children camo from all
over the country to help Griggsville
oelebratp age} to SM .*WiU Sj^sser.
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And Dick Lansing's ball t-eam won
two games.
About the old cannon? When it was
fired it split from end to end, but
Griggsville still keeps it as a proud
trophy. And she is probably celebrating
around it to-day, for Will
Spencer made the dive which brought
him fame all over Missouri many
years ago.?Chicago Record.
"THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER."
A Little Boy Wu the First Person to Sing
. the Spirited Song.
In Lossing's "Pictorial Field Book
of the War of 1812" it is recorded that
the "Star-Spangled Banner" was first
sung in a restaurant in Baltimore, next
door to the Holliday Street Theatre,
by Charles Dorange, to an assemblage
of the patriotic defenders of the city,
and after that nightly at the theatre.
nu.:? ? olinliilv ina/?r>nrntp
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and though it is one of no great historical
importance it involves a matter
of sufficient interest to justify a correction.
The first person to sing that
spirited song?which, though given a
foreign air and commemorating a single
episode in our country's history,
has filled millions of hearts with patriotic
devotion?was a lad of twelve
years of age, the scene of his childish
effort being neither a restaurant nor a
theatre, but the open street in front
of Captain Benjamin Edes's printing
office in Baltimore, the second day
after the bombardment of Fort McHenry.
It is worthy of record, too,
that the person who first "set up" the
song, printed it and distributed it to
the citizens of Baltimore was ^so a
boy?an apprentice of Captain Eaes?
the whole thing being done while the
gallant captain was still out of the city
with his regiment, the Twenty-seventh
Maryland Infantry, which three days
before had acted with conspicuous
bravery at the battle of North Point.
The name of the apprentice boy,
then seventeen or eighteen years old,
was Samuel Sands. He lived a very I
much respected citizen of Baltimore to I
a very old age. The little singer was
James Lawrenson, who afterward, for
nearly seventy years, was connected
with the Postofflce Department, and
also employed, for probably half that
time, as a writer for the National Intelligencer,
the Philadelphia Ledger
and the Baltimore Sun. He died nearly
ninety years old, at his home in
Baltimore, universally loved and honored.
A Four-Legged Fire Extinguisher.
I guess most boys think all the fun
of the Fourth is to light firecrackers,
but the writer had a dog named Democrat
who had lots of fun putting out
firecrackers as they exploded. He was
a plucky bull-terrier, and earned the
title of "four-legged fire-extinguisher"
in +Kia h-qt? After an exciting day
with him, when he had pat oat many
crackers with mouth and paws,
we were on the lawn, watching the
fireworks, when the thin dress of a
child caught fire from a smoldering
cracker, and Democrat saw the
blaze apd pu^ it before the older
people had noticeait.
We first discovered his taste for fire- }
fighting when he jumped and took a j
lighted match from my father's hand.
He finally burned his throat while putting
out a blazing paper, and died,
much missed by all the boys in the
neighborhood.?Chicago Record.
Costly Displays of Fireworks.
The cost of a finely managed display
of fireworks is no small consideration.
At the Presidential inauguration
at Washington March 4, 1885,
$5000 was paid to one oompany for
fireworks, and I was shown one check
for $11,000, which was given lor a
similar bat more extensive display at
the Centennial of Washington's inauguration,
April 30,1889. Paris and
London have always been exceedingly
lavish in this regard. As early as
1697, $60,000 were spent in London
on fireworks to celebrate the peace of
Byswick. In 1814 an even larger
amount was spent to celebrate in St
James Park the 100th anniversary of
the reigning family; and at Crystal
Palace, where fireworks are frequent,
three tons of quick-match are sometimes
let off in a single evening.
The Prisoners' Holiday.
. Onoe a year, on the Fourth of July,
the prisoners at the Wisconsin State's
prison at Waupun have a half-holiday.
They are let out of their dark cells into
the prison yard. They can't have
firecrackers, but they are so glad to
get out that tne time goes away ijukj*ly.
They have boxing, wrestling,
running, races, ball playing and all
kinds of games. On the Fourth two
years ago one old man, who was a little
bit crazy, wanted to make a stump
speech, so he got on top of an old
windmill tower and began to shout.
He was very much excited, and some j
of the men turned the hose on him.
He was wild with anger, and could i
think of nothing more to say.
An Epitaph.
Stop, traveler, and weep for him
Who's lying here below.
He filled his ctfbnon to the brimThat's
all you'll ever know.
Here He Is Again.
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IN THE QUIET H0UE3?:S
PREGNANT THOUCHTS FROM THE
WORLD'S CREATEST AUTHORS. .J
The Trials ?id The Rewird-TThes Duty
Becomes a Pleasure?A Prayer?Tans '
Thine Eyes?Be Frequently Alone With
God - Leveage of Love?Not a StrangerFor
the jov set before thee?
The cross.
For the gain that comes after?
The loss. ;
For the morning that smileth?
The night.
For the peace of the victor?
The light.
For the white rose of goodnes3?
The thorn.
For the Spirit's deep wisdom?
jien 9 scorn.
For the sunshine of gladness?
The rain.
For the fruit of God's pruning? ^
The pain.
For the clear bells of triumph?
A knelL '
For the sweet kiss of meeting?
Farewell.
For the height of the mountain? , ?
The steep.
For the waking In heavenDeath's
sleep.
?Christian Commonwealth.
When Duty Becomes a Pleasure.
If we go on in the course whieh God Intends,. 3
there will come a time when, just as the soh- *
dler becomes inspired with inteuse patriot- j
ism, just as the physician realizes the dlgni- I
Sr and solemnity of his profession, so the
hristian enters into the largeness and falnedfe
of divine things, and then there is &' .<3
ardor, a v al, an enthusiasm, a positive joy,.. \
in doing the will of God which transform
and transfigure the whole man. Duty*,
whieh before was like the piping ant >
iron work intended for an illumination, but '4
which was black and cheerless, flame* out" ?
with a liffht and heautv all Its own: cbedJ- '
enee. which before was like a dewdrop la
the darkness of the night.catches the dashes- ,
of the morning sun, and has a radiance surpassing
any diamond: devotion, which before
was like a windmill moving with fitful- i
ness. now has the beat and steadiness of sa J
engine; faith, which before crept like a ' <
vessel through a fog, now sweeps on as a I
mighty steamer in the cloudless dajV
prayer, which before hardly dared to rise j
from the earth, now as on eagles' plnioaa- &
travels the measureless sky. A glorious V
transformation has been effected. Tne body j 'jj
no longer dominates the soul. The miod<~ v
the heart, the spirit, are under the spell of
the unseen, and the life which the man Uvea \
in the flesh is lived by faith In the Son of .A
God.?J. Wesley Johnston, D. D., in ''Tha vt
Creed and the Prayer."
A Prayer for Knowledge. v
Almighty God. we would rest iq thinw . J
eternity, in our Father's sovereignty, in thw 1
throne of the one Majesty: because the Lord.?jB
reigneth, the earth should be all snnshln?
anu song and joy and worship. The rich? <l
of Jesus Cnrist are unsearchable richer j
SkoaAlAM two Ann *>AnA? ko ruVrve anil Willh ' TM
kUClClUl O n C vau UV Itl W J/VU* UUVI n v ? J
Father,we would know the mystery of lirinff ''m
wholly in thee and so dwelling in the world J
as to live apart from it. Even this miracle
lies within the scope of thine almigfetf-4%
ness. The Lord's own spirit, more* <-*;
beautiful than light, be with us; fH
inward glory, a lamp shining on the hidden, ft
parts that we may know what is right, not- .
only In conduct but in thcught.and live that ? a
interior, profound life, which the ever *
blessed spirit himself must approre. In og*nft?:
Saviour's name, infinite in ezeelleoey,
ask great things. Lord, if our prayer be
great, thy thro a? ^ greater, thy croes is in- *25
finitely more. Amen. ? -*
Tarn Thine Kyes to the Day J
My soul, art thou in doubt about thy
tore? Art thou searching for a testimony Of
Christ on the nature of angels? Thou art 4
looking too far. Not His testimony, but HI*/life,
shall be thy light. No man by Beaching1
can find the iyory gate that leads to ImaMMMK?
tality. There is no method but the methoAqflE
of Jesus?life. He came to the crown when 3
He was following the cross: He found the "
gate of heaven when He was seeking the '* t
door of earth. So shall it be with thee. Q mj
soul! Is the ivory gate dim to thee? Do nofe .
strive to clear thy sight. Forget the gate in
the going. Turn thine eyes to the day and to *,
the dust. Turn thine ears to the ery la the. ?
desert. Turn thy hands to the wants of the. A
toiling. Turn thy heart to the wants of the -
weary. And lo! in the unexpected soeas> *
the ivory gate shall shine. The door to God. t
shall open through the dust; the road to- .J
Olivet shall glitter in the gloom; and, wherm'-$|
the rivers of humanity meet, thou Shalt findf
the way to Paradise. To live the life of
Jesus is thy only light.?George Matheeoh,
Too Little Alone with God. . "-1 j
We are far too little alone with God; aad?
this. I am persuaded, is one of the very sad-^a. *
dest features in our modern Christian living. ;
It is work. work, work?at the very beat:
some well-meant, Martha-like serving; but. 3
where are the more devoted Marys, who. V
find the shortest, surest way to the heart of' *
Jesus by ceasing very much from self-willed^,
self-appointed toils and sitting humbly aL,'-a
His feet to let Him carry on His blessed work >
within ourselves? If the Mary-Uke method
were carried out more, it might abridgo i
considerably the amount.of work apparent? '<
ly accomplished, but it would incomparably'' J?
enhance the quality. What though wo
should lose a hundredweight and get instead
of it only a pound?if the hundredwtiglifc v
lost were'only lead and the pound gained ,,'A
were pure gold??Methodist Times. fl
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The Leveage of Love.
To win and hold a friend we are. com-.:
pelled to keep ourselves at his ideal point,
and in turn our love makes on him the same*
appeal. All around the circle of our best
beloved it is tbis ide adzing that gives to lovat
its beauty and its pain and its mighty lever- ^
age on character?its beauty, because that- 7?
ideaiiz ng is the secret of love's glow, its *5JP
pain, because that idealizing makes the cen- "yf^
stant peril of its vanishing; its leverage to uplift
character, because this same ldealiaing
is a constant challenge between every
two. compelling each to be his best "What
is the secret of your life?"asked Mrs.'Brown- jSjp
ing of Charles Kingsley; "tell me, that I nM
may make mine beautiful, too." He re- if91
plied, "I had a friend."?Rev. W. C. Gannett.
.True Christian Like Fall llooa.
Some professors of religion are like theyoung
moon that shines feebly above the
horizon for an hour or two. and then goee
iown. The true Christian should be lib*
the full moon that sheds Its steady beams- M
the whole night through. Clouds may oc- ~
rasionally float across and hide It; spots on
the surface can be detected with the naked
?ye. But in spite of all these blemishing*,
the steady orb is there, reflecting the glory1
of the sun of righteousness, sad shining on/
ind on until it is swallowed up In the glorious
day-dawn of heaven. To be all thin,
is within the possibility of every soul,revsm.
;he humblest and most tempted, if that soul
grill simplv continue in the light and love ot"
Christ.?Theodore L. Cuyler, D. D.
Be Not a Stranger.
My God. permit me not to be
A "stranger to myself and thee:
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of thy highest love.
Be earth with all her strife withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silenc? of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find. r