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I w r ' " " WILD CATS. TREEING FIERCE FELINES IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. Following the Hunt With Dogs?The Trophy the Skiu?A Country in Which Wild Cats Are Plentiful. 4'There she is." "Don't fire!" "Give the dog a chance!" These and many other disconnected sentences came from a crowd of ladies .AM/3 WAII mAiinforl anr? iti&VJL ^uunuuicu niiUy ncii mvuuiv/u uuu close upon a pack of eager hounds, were pushing into a thick patch of underbrush in the center of the Arroyo Seco, a dry canyon, or river, just back of the town, says a Pasadena (Cal.) letter to the Philadelphia Times. Here the gulch was well filled with tall trees from whose branches there fell in rich festoons masses of wild grape and clematis that formed ropes that deftly caught riders beneath the chin, and so tied up the dogs that they often became completely fouled, and yelped and howled in impotent rage. The party had started half a mile below in the clearing and had followed up the eager dogs that had now treed game of some kind, and as they gathered about the broken poplar high up in one of the branches there appeared a long, little body clinging to the limb, while over the side peered the ugly, expressive and decidedly feline face of the wildcat. Excitement had been at fever pitch when the hounds struck the trail, but now that the animal was in full view it fairly boiled over, even the horses appeared to be carried away by it. "Stand back, ladies!" shouted the master of the hounds, who carried a light rifle, "sometimes a cat w^ill jump for her life, and they will scratch when they ?? lauu, The ladies fell back a tittle and a youngster in the purty volunteered to climb the tree and dislodge the common enemy. Handing the bridle of his horse to a rider he seized the pendent grape vine and swung up into the tree, ana a few moments later was making his way along the branch toward the crouching cat. She was so intently engaged looking at the dogs that at first she did not see him, but when he rounded the trunk she suddenly caught sight of the new enemy, drew back with a quick growl, glanced this way and that, as if measuring the chances, and, perhaps, would have jumped, when the climber deftly struck her from behind and down she went, with a scream of rage, into the red mouths below. The blood and fur flew, for puss was game, and not a few good dogs backed out, wiping their heads and ragged ears. But the game was up, and it was with great difficulty that the skin was saved for the rug, which is the trophy of the wildcat hunt. Hunting this short-tailed feline is a feature of"Southern California out-door sports. The deep canyons that radiate down from the Sierra Madres form their retreat, and that of large game in general. As a rule, tbe canyons end at the foot of the range, but tiie great Arroyo Beco may be traced for ten miles from the base of the mountains, for half of this distance forming a river bed from one hundred feet to one thousand yards wide. The bed and place for the river is here, but the water is in the summer only represented by a pool here and there where the water reaches the surface, i while in the winter its bed, after a heavy rain, contains a torrent fierce and power- | ful enough to carry away houses far from < the mountains. , Having the advantage of a water sup- j ply, the Arroyo, unlike the rest of the ] country, is well wooded, contains lofty ] poplars and live oaks, and altogether has ( the appearance of a park. In the center there are thick patches of brush, and here is the retieat of the wildcat and mountain lion, which venture down from the upper range, while the coyote and an occasional bear lend variety to the sur- j roundings. ? K o vnm oro rwrro n?Tn/l ] U. iaiu iUl/ auubd uiv vi^uuibvuj * as then the paw-marks are distinctly j 6een and the scent fresh, and as the storm I clouds blow away from the mountain i sides and the warm sun comcs out, the ! bay of the hounds of some sportsman is ] nearly always heard. The wildcat of j 1 this country is a large, powerful animal, | 1 approaching the lynx, also found here, in j i size and general appearance, and large i < enough to inflict dangerous wounds upon ! 1 man or beast. I 1 On one occasion the hounds came upon 1 < a fresh scent in an extremely narrow ! < place in the canyon, where precipitious t rocks rose on one side and heavy brush I upon the other. The dogs rushed into i the latter, and a moment later a large cat < bounded into the narrow stream and be- i gan an ineffectual scramble up the rocky \ 6ides. A bullet caught her before she I had gone thirty feet, and turning with a i snarl of rage she leaped directly into the 1 air, fell upon the neck of a broncho, dis- ] mounted the rider in the melee, and be- i fore she could be dislodcred tore and 1 lacerated the animal in a fearful manner, i Kittens are often seen in play to take one 1 another in their mouth and to scratch 1 with their hind feet, and it was this plan that was adopted by the cat. She fast- 1 ened her claws into the broncho's neck i and with her sharp hind claws ripped i and clawed until the animal was a mass of blood and lacerated flesh, then fell < among the dogs to be torn to pieces amid a protest that showed it to be among the gamcst of animals and worthy a good antagonist. Ordinarily the wildcat will sneak off when attacked and take to a tree, but where two arc together they will have it out, and when cornered will fight to the last, and a good big one will make short work of a hound. One of the beat shots I have heard of, by a plucky woman, was made up in the mountains. The fanner was away from home, and his wife, hearing a commotion out in the hen or chicken corral, took a revolver and ran out. It was a bright moonlight night, and everything was illumined, yet she could see nothing that looked like an enemy. Finally she entered the corral, and there in the corner, where it was dark, she saw a pair of gleaming fiery fives. She knew it was either a wildcat or mountain lion and moved backward quickly, not, however, before the animal had launched itself into the air. Believing itself concerned, it was preparing to make a break for liberty, but she was too quick. Stepping back, she fired off-hand and planted a bullet directly between the eyes of the wildcat?for it was one?and the big cat fell directly at her feet in its death-agony, snarling and tearing up the ground in a manner that showed it to be an animal of more than ordinary spirit. This same woman killed a dozen or more rattlesnakes in her yard last spring, using a common oane, and probably would be equal to a bear, if it came along. The Parliament of the Colony of Victoria has voted the 6um of $400,000 to be expended in prospecting for gold. . y , .. . . .... ... _ V The Thirteen Colonies. The first permanent settlement in the colonies was the settlement at Jamestown, Va., by the English in 1007, under Captain John Smith. Massachusetts was first settled at Plymouth by a company of Separatists from England. They landed December 21, 1020. New York was first settled by the Dutch, who established a colony on Manhattan Island in 1023. They called the colony New Amsterdam, but it received the name New York when taken posession of by the English in 1004. Delaware was first permanently settled by the Swedes, who built a fort near the mouth of Christiana creek in 1638. The Dutch had estao- i lished a colony before this in 1630, near Lewes, but the Indians had destroyed it. They continued to lay claim to the country, however, and conquered the Swedish settlement in 1655, and it passed also into the hands of the English in 1664. The first settlement in Pennsylvania was also made by the Swedes, who planted a little colony at Chester in 1648. The settlement of the colony proper, however, began in 1681, with a colony sent out by William Penn, who brought another company himself in the following year. Their first settlement was on the site of Philadelphia, this city being laid out and named by Penn in 1683. The first settlement in New Jersey was made at Elizabeth in 1664, by Puritans from Long Island. The first settlement of New Hampshire was made by the establishment of two fishing stations at Portsmouth and Dover in 1623 by Massachusetts colonists. Connecticut was first settled by immi^ratits from Massachusetts at Wethersfielu in 1634. The Saybrook colony sent out from England I settled at the mouth of the Connecticut j River in 1635. Rhode Island's firat set- j tlement was at Providence in 1636 by ' Roger Williams, who had been driven ; by persecution from the Massachu- j setts colony. Settlement was begun in | Maryland in 1634 by Leonard Calvert, a I brother of Lord Baltimore, who founded a colonly near the mouth of the Potomac and called it St. Mary's. These settlers | were Roman Catholics who had fled j from persecutions in England. The first j settlement in North Carolina by an English colony sent out by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1585, had been a failure. A small colony from Virginia had pushed down the coast and settled the northern coast of Albemarle sound, about 1650, but the first colony was formed by a company from Barbadoes, which settled near the j Cape Fear river in 1665. South Carolina ' haa also an early settlement by the French, at Port Royal in 1652, which proved a failure. A permanent settlement was made by an English colony near the mouth of the Ashley river in 1670. Georgia's first settlement was by au English colony under James Ogelthorpe in 1733. The governments of these colonics had each certain peculiarities, but they may all be divided for conveniences into three classes?the charter colonies, the proprietary colonies, and the royal colonies. The charter colonies were Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut. These had charter from the king, which gave them the power to elect their own officers and govern themselves. James II. succeeded in altering the char- ; ter of Massachusette so as to take from, the colonists the election of their principal officer, The attempt was made to deprive Connecticut of her charter at the same time, but failed. The proprietary colonies were Maryland and Pennsylvania ?including Delaware. These were given by the king to proprietors or owners who formed governmets in them, gave charters to the colonists, defining their privileges, and appointed governors for them. The royal colonies were New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia. These had no charters, and their govern- 1 ars were appointed by the king. Nearly all of them were proprietary governments for a short time at first, but were given up by the proprietors because of the difficulty if sustaining them.?Chicago Inter- Ocean. A Unique Album. One of the unique volumes in the world 1 ?a work of great historical value?has just come into the possession of Col. John Hay, former Secretary to Abraham Lincoln. During the administration of Abraham Lincoln, when all the most dis * 1-1 J ?? ? 1 r. nn/1 OT liugmsucu Siuil'aiu^u auu viuv.i loted persons, both of the North and South, were to be found in Washington, Mr. Brady, the celebrated photographer, 1 told a young man employed as confiden:ial clerk to one of the officers of Govern- i iient that if he would -take pains to iniuce distinguished men to come to him :o be photographed, his reward should je an album, containing a photograph of jvery person he obtained. Eagerly accepting the offer, and going to work sys:ematically and with natural enthusiasm, ae succeeded, by the most courteous means, in inducing more than two hun3red gentlemen to visit Brady's establishment. As each received his portrait the young man requested an autograph, and ;he total result was an autograph with more or less cordial expressions attached, OcrdtS tVlO feint, flf MP.tl picture. Very many of the brilliant lights of that most important and interesting epoch have long since passed into the eternal shadow. Garfield, who little dreamed he should be President of the United States when this soldierly portrait was so cleverly sketched by that universal artist, the sun, has here portrayed a face not yet marked with those mature and thoughtful lines which grew into his handsome countenance with later experiences: while grand old Gen. Scott, in that pose of supreme dignity and power he was so wont to assume, looms from the little picture even as he did in life; as a great mountain towers and broadens above the lesser hills. Apropos of the picture of Andrew Johnson, it will be remembered that immediately upon the intelligence of the assassination of Lincoln some little shadow of suspicion, just momentarily hovered about the Vice-President. Had anything definite been uttered and pursued, the young man who made this collection could easily have exonerated Mr. Johnson, for at the very moment when Booth fired the fatal shot, Andrew Johnson and he were in quite anotner pare ox me city, uniting | about and giving and receiving the autograph which adorns the historic page.? Neva York World. Antiqnity of Gambling. I believe they played dominoes in Egypt 3,000 years ago for money, and I j dare say the mercenaries of ancient Carthage shook dice for the remunera- | tion they had for their brutal services. ' Poker was known by another name, but I doubt not that Nebuchadnezzar's army autied up in their camp in the warm As- . Syrian night; and while Brutus was quar- \ reling with Cassius in his tent the Roman soldiery were probably shaking their pros- J pective drachmas atsome game of chance. Still, in the nineteenth century, with civilization in full blast and a hundred religious creeds fighting for the regulation of people's morals, the three-card monte performers scoop in the astute man of business and the bunko man lands the statesman and the poet just as of old I? San Francisco Chronicle. m RELIGIOUS READING, Sleep They Not Well? Sleep they not well, the sainted dead? For sorrow they have peace instead; Our Father housed his children dear, Before tie tempest gathered near And burst in thunders loud and dread. Healed are the hearts that inly bled, The mourning souls are comforted, And stanched the font of every tear; Sleep they not well? And, if, until the Lord appear, Earth, like a mother pressing near To watch beside the loved one's bed, Wraps her dark mantle round their head And shelters them from pain and fear, Sleep they not well! ?-Canon Bell, in Sunday at Home. . Trutli In Religion. He who believes that God is the author of the Biblo ought to believe that God knows his own will, and that what he wills is right and true. Doubt of this dostroys the value of the standard. If a sceptic denies that things which are equal to the same thing are equal to one another, there is no geometry for him; yet there are sccptical Christians who admit the inspiration of the Bible, but deny its authority when its precepts cross their prejudices or their philosophy. This is the difference between the seeker of truth in science and in revelation. The former starts with fixed principles, and compares each step of his progress with his axiom. If a theory crosses the path of a principlo or fact, the theory is exploded. Ho never pre sumes to ask if three angles of a triangle may not be greater than two right angles, or if a part of a thing may not bo greater than the whole. These are ultimate truths, to which he yields implicit assent, and doubting them would start suspicion of his sanity. But Christian truthaeekers, astronomers in the moral heavens, whose eyes should ever be on the sun, and whose posture as students ought to be on their knees, instead of bowing before Iufinite Wisdom crying, "What is truth," invent a theory of their own, and then with their glasses explore the word of God for proof that 'heir theory is right. The Bible is the Court of Errors for the Protestant world; but our schools of error in tiie church refuse to acknowledge its supremacy, and take an appeal to tho laws which God has written on the human soul, as if there was one law on the stony table rvf tMAnffl ViAnvt YY\r\m rtriao on/1 mnrA hfllv than that of Sinai or Culvary. One of the greatest of American painters, Washington Allston was asked by a brother artist, by what means he had succeeded in getting a light as lustrous around the handwriting on the wall in his great and lasc painting, the Feast of Bclshazzar. Allston answered, ' 'First, I laid on the primary colors in their spcctral order, then I threw a transparent coloring over the whole, and there was light that dazzled mo." Was it a miracle? No, it was the simple blending of the elements of light in their order and proportions, and lo, the beauty of the result. The truth of the Bible is light that no man may approach without revcrence. Each truth has its hue essential to the wonder and beauty of the whole. God is truth, and the Bible is his voice. Submission to the word of God is submission to God. If in tho silence of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon man, the Ancient of Days should stand by us, and with the voice like the voice of many waters should proclaim the will of the Lord, it would be received with reverence, as when the great God came down on Siuai, in tho midst of tliunderings and lightnings and earthquake. But his majesty is it the letter of his written law, and he who reads should acknowledge the mighty law-giver m the silent thunders of hi3 holy word. It is fear that makes infidels, feai to take the Bible just as it is, to read it as it reads, to live as it requires, and let livo as it allows. Truth opens the Bible with reverent hands, receives the word with an honest heart, aud walks forward trusting and fearless. The way may be dark just now, but it is safe, and leads to light and glory. This theme is for the times. Truth is worthy of worship by men and angels. It has the elements of Deity within it, Omnipotence and Eternity, and is destined to reign on earth as it does in heaven. I have great confidence in the power of truth. Got it fairly before the public mind, it matters little how or in what shape it may stand; the majesty of simple Doric, or Corinthian leaves may clothe it with beauty, or it may be naked homely truth like a rugged oak, but get it out distinctly where the world must see it, and it will triumph in its tracks. The tongue of malice or madness may hiss at the base of a pyramid. You cannot kill the truth. You r.iay stun it for a while, yet it is not dead, it sleepeth. You may bury it, and roll a great stone to the mouth of the sepulchre, and seal it and sot a guard over it, and write its epitaph, and publish its death world wide, but lie who watches his own with a sleepless eye, will cry, come forth, and it will burst the bars of the grave and rise, to the dismay of its ' " ? -t : A I Toes, ana ioe giorj ui us uutuui ?uu uuishcr 'God.?fDr. Prime in Observer. Mr. Baukkh of Lreorgia is the heaviest member of the National House of Representatives. He weighs over three hundred pounds. Messrs. Sawyer of Wisconsin and Stanford of California are the portliest men in the Senate and have the fattest pocket-books. The smallest man in Congress is Gen. "Wheeler of Alabama; the tallest man is Mr. Stewart of Texas, who stands 6 | feet 3 inches in his boots. The woman who is exceedingly sweet to one's face, and is very bitter behind one's back, may be said to bear false sweetness against her neighbor. RET. DR. TALMAGE. THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY SERMON. Subject: "Cheer For the Disheart. ened." (Preached at Kan* sas City, Mo.) Text: "No man cared for my Psalms cxlii., 4. David, the rubicund lad, liad become the battle worn warrior. Three thousand armed I men in pursuit of him, he had hidden in the cave of Engedi, near the coast of the Dead Sea. Utterly fagged out with the pursuit, as you have often been worn out with tho trials of life, he sat down and cried out: "N o man cared for my souL" If you should fall through a hatchway, or a?ip from a scaffolding, or drop tlirough a skylight, there would he hundreds of people who would ccme around and pick up your body and carry it to your home or to the hospital. I saw a great crowd of people in the street, and I asked: What is the matter?" and I found out that a poor laboring man had fallen under sunstroke; and all our eyes were filled with tea rs at the thought oil his distracted wife sind his desolate home. We are all sympathetic with physical disaster, but how little sympathy for spiritual woes! There are men in this house who have come to mid-life who have never yet been once personally accosted about their eternal welfare. A great sermon dropped into an andience of hundreds of thousands will do its work: but if this world is ever to be brought to God it will be through little sermons preached to private Christians, to an audienco of one. The sister's letter postmarked at the village?the word uttered in your hearing, half of smiles and half of tears?the religious postcript to a business letter?the card left at the door when you had some kind of trouble?the anxious look of some one across a church aisle while an earnest sermon was being preached, swung you into the Kingdom of God. But there are hundreds of people in this house who will take the word that David used in the past tense, and employ it in the present tense, and cry out: "No man cares for my iioul." You feel as you go out day by day in the tug and jostle of life that it is every man for himself. You can endure the pressure of commercial affairs, and would consider it almost impertinent for any one to ask you whether you are making or losing money. But there have been times when you would have drawn your check for thousands of dollars if some would only help y our soul out of its perplexities. There are questions about your higher destiny that ache, and distract, and agonize you at times. Let no one supt)Ose that because you are busy all day with hardware, or drygoods, or groceries, or grain, that your thoughts are no longer than your yard stick, and stop at the brass headed nails of the store counter. When you speak one# about religious things you think 5,000 times. They call you a worldling. You are not a worldling. Of course you are industrious and keep busy, but you have had your eyes opened to the realities of the nest world. You are not a fool. You know better than any one can tell. You know that a few years at most will wind up your earthly engagements, and that you will take residence in a distant sphere where all your business adroitness would be a superfluity. You sometimes think till your head aches about great religious subjects. You eo down the street with your eyes fixed on the pavement, oblivioua of the passing multitudes, your thoughts gone on eternal expedition. You wonder if the Bible is true, how much of It is literal and how much is figurative law, if Christ be God, if there is anything like retribution, if you are immortal, if a resurrection will ever take place, what tho occupation of your departed kindred is. what you will be 10,000 years from now. With a cultured placidity of countenance you are on fir 3 with agitations of souL Oh, this solitary anxiety of your whole lifetime! You. have sold goods to or bought them from Christian people for ten years, and they have never whispered one word of spiritual counsel You have passed up and down the aisles of churches with men who knew that you had no hope of heaven, and talked about the weather and about your physical health, and about everything but that concerning which you most wanted to hear them spjak, viz., your everlasting spirit. Times without number you have felt in your heart, if you have not uttered it with your lips: "No limn caree for my soul." There have been times when you were especially pliable on the great subject of religion. It was so, for instance, after yciu had lost your property. You had a groat many letters blowing you up for being unfortunate. You showed that there had been a concatenation of circumstances and that your insolvency was no fault of yours. Your creditors talked to you as though they would have 100 cents ou the dollar or j'our life. /Protest after protest tumbled in on your desk, lien who used to take your hand with both of theirs and shake it violently, now pass you on the street with an almost imperceptible nod. Af? ?. >VM />?<vVif W/M1 rv A# o/tul/lilini KilPiitACO WI" SiA. Ul uuui o Ui ouuuui^ uiuiticoa anxiety you go home and you shut the door, and throw yourself on the sofa and you feel in a state of despair. You wish that some . one would come in and break up the gloom. Everything seems to be against you?the bank against you. Your creditors against you. Your friends suddenly become critical against you. All the pa*>t against you. All tne future against you. You make reproachful outcry: "No man cares for my soul!" There was another occasion when all the doors of your heart swung open for sacred influences. A bright light went out in your household. Within three or four days there were compressed sickness, death, obsoquies. You were so lonely that 100 people coming into the house did not break up the solitari?>ess. You were almost killed with the domestic calamity. A few formal, perfunctory words of consolation were uttered on the stairs before you went to the grave; but you wanted some one to come and talk over the whole matter, and recite the alleviations, and decipher the lessons of the dark bereavement. No one came. Many a time you could not sleep until a or 3 o'clock in the morning, and then your sleep was a troubled dream, in which were re-enacted all the scene of sickness, and parting, and dissolution. Oh, what days and nights they were! No man seemed to care for your soul. There was another occasion when your heart was very susceptible. There was a great awakening. There were hundreds of people who pressed into the kingdom of God; some of thein acquaintances, some business associates, yes, perhapst some members of your own family were baptised by sprinkling or immersion. Christian people thought of you, and they called at your store, but you were out on business. They stopped at your house ;_you had gone around to spend the evening. They sent a kindly message to you: somehow by accident, you did not get it. The lifeboat of the Gospel swept through the surf and everybody Beomed to get in but you. Everything seemed to escape you. One touch of personal sympathy would have pushed you . into the kingdom of God. When on communion day your friends went in, and your sons and daughters went into the church, you buried your face in your handkerchief and sobbed: "Whyam I left out? Everybody seems to get saved but me. No man cares for mysoul." Hearken to a revelation I have to make. It j Is a startling statement. It win bo surprise , you that I must prove it as I go on. Instead of this total indifference all afwut you in regard bo your soul, I have to tell you that heaven, earth and hell are after your immortal spirit?earth to cheat it, hell to destroy it, heaven to redeem it. Although you may be a stranger to the Christians in this house, their faces would glow and their hearts woula bound it' they saw you make one step heavenward. So intricute and far reaching is this web of sympathy that I could by one word rouse a great many prayers in your behalf. No one cares for your soul! Why, one signal of distress on your part would thrill this audience with holy excitement. If a boat in any larbor should get in distress, from the men of war, and from the sloops, and from the teamers the flying paddles would pull to the liscue. And if now you would lift ono signal of distress all these voyagurs of eternity would bear down toward you and ljring you relief. But no I you are like a shi p on th e at sea. They keep the hatches down, and the Captain is frenzied, and he gives orders that no one huil the passing ships. He says: "I shall either land this vessel in Hamburg or on the bottom of the occan, aud I don't care which." Yonder is a ship of the White Star line passing. Yonder one of the National line. Yonder one of the Imxian line. But they know not there is any calamity happening on that one vessel. Oh! if the captain would only put his trumpet to his lip, and cry out: "Lower your boats! Bear down this wayl We are burning upl Fire! Fire!" No. No. No signal is given. 11 that vessel perishes, having: hailed no one, whose fault wiil it bell Will it be the fault of the ship that hid its calamity, or will it tar the fault of the vesaela that, passing on the high seas, would have been glad to furnish relief if it had been only asked? In other words, my brother, if you mi?a heaven it will be your own fault. No one cares for your soul! Why, in all the ages there have beeu men whose entire business was soul saving. In this work Munson went down under the knives of the cannibals whom he had come to save, and Robert McCheyne preached himself to death by thirty years of age, and John Bunyan was thrown into a dungeon in Bedfordshire, and Jehudi Ashman endured all the malarias of the African inne'la: and therfi Am hnnrlrfirte nnrl thou sands of Christian men and women now who are praying, toiling, preaching, living, dying, to save souls. No one cares for your soul! Have you heard how Christ feels about it? I know, it was only nve or six miles from Bethlehem to Calvary, the birthplace and the deathplace of Christ; but who can tell how many miles it was from the throne to the manger? How many miles down, how many miles back again? The place of his departure was the focus of all splendor and pomp; all the thrones facing his throne; his name the chorus in every song and the inscription on every banner; his Landing place a cattle pen, malodorous with unwashed brutes, and dogs growling in and out of the stable. Born of a weary mother who had journeyed eighty miles in severe unhealth that she might find the right place for the Lord's nativity?born, not as other princes, under the flash of a chandelier, but under a lantern swung by a rope to the roof of the barn. In that place Christ started to save you. Your I name, your face, your time, your eternity, | in Christ's mind Sometimes traveling on mule's back to escape old Herod's massacre. | sometimes attempting nervous sleep on tha : chilly hillside, sometimes earning his breakfast by the carpentry of a plow. In Quarantania the stones of the field, by their shape and color, looking like the loaves of bread, tantalizing his hunger. Yet all the time keeping on after you. With drenched coat treading the surf at Genessaret. Howled after by a bloodthirsty mob. Denounced as a drunkard. Mourning over a doomed city, while others shouted at the sight of tha shimmering towers. All the time coming on and coming on to save you. Indicted as being a traitor against government, perjured witnesses swearing their souls away to insure his butchery. Flogged, spit on, slapped in the face and then hoisted on rough lumber, In sight of earfcb and heaven and hell to purchase your eternal emancipation. From tuo iirsi mianx, si?p 10 in a last step ot manhood On the sharp spike of Calvary a journey for you. Oh! now he cared for your soul I By dolorous arithmetic add up the stable, the wintry tempest, thu midnight dampness, the abstinence of forty days from food, the brutal Sanhedrim, the heights of Golgotha, across which all the hatreds of earth and all the furies of hell chargod with their bayonets, and then dare to say again that no one cares for your soul. A young man might as well go off from home and give his t ither and mother no intimation as to where he has gone, and, crossing the seas, sitting down in some foreign country, cold, sick and hungry and lonely, saying: "My father and mother don't care anything about me." Do not care anything about him! Why, that father's hair has turned gray since his son went off. He has written to all the consuls in the foreign ports, asking about that son. Does not the mother care anything about him? He has broken her heart. She ha3 never smiled since he went away.* All day long, and almost all night, she keeps asking: "Where is he? Where can he be?' He is the first thought in her prayer and the last thought in her prayer, the first thought in the morning and the last at night. She says: "Oh, God, bring back my boy! I must see him again before I die. Where is be? I must see him again before I die. "Oh, do not his father and mother care for himi You go away from your Heavenly Father, and you think he does not care for you because you will not even read the letters by which he invites you to comeback, while all heaven is waiting, and waiting, and waiting for you to return. A young man said to his father: "I am going off; I will write to you at the end of seven years and tell you where I am." Many years have passed along since that son went away, and for years the father has been going to the depot in the village, on the arrival of every train, and wnen he hears the whistle in the distance he is thrilled with excitement, and, he waits until all the passengers have com6 out, and then he waits until the train haa gone clear out of sight again, and then he goes home, hastening back to the next train and he will be at every train until that son comes back, unless the son waits until th? father be dead. But oh, the greater patienc? of God! He has been waiting for you, not seven years, not nine years, but for some of you, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years?waiting, calling?waiting, calling until nothing but ominpoteut patience could have endured it. Oh, my brother, do not taka oflntimanf f\t mTT OQ VA11T QATlf.imPnt We do care for your soul. One Sabbatb night, years ago, in ray church in Brooklyn. a young man appeared at the end of the platform and he said to me: 4 'I have just come off the sea." I said: "When did you arrive?* Said he: "I came into port this afternoon. ] was in a great 'blow' off Cape Hatteras this last week, and I thought that I might as well go to heaven as to hell. 1 thought the ship would sink; but, sir, I never very seriously thought about my soul until to-night." I said to him: uDc you feel that Christ is able and willing to save you?" "Oh, yes," he replied, "I do." "Well," I said, "now are you willing to come and be s?ved by Him?" "I am," he said. "Well, will you now, in the prayer we are about to offer, give yourself to God for time and eternity?" "I 'will," he said. Then we knelt in prayer, and after we had got through praying, he told me that the great transformation nad taken place. I could not doubt it. He is on the sea now. I do not know what other port he may gain or lose, but I think be will gain the harbor of heaven Star of peace, beam o'er the billow, Bless the soul that sighs for Thee: Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, Far, far at sea. It was sudden conversion with him that night Oh, that it might be sudden conversion with you to-day! God can save you in one moment as well as he can in a century. There are sudden deaths, sudden calamities, sudden losses. Why not sudden deliverances? God's spirit is infinite in speed. Ho comes here with omnipotent power, and he is ready here and now, instantaneously and forever, to save your soul. I believe that a multitude of you will to-dav come to God. I feel you are coming, ana you will bring along your families and your friends with you. They have heard in heaven already of the step you are are about to take. The news has been cried along the golden streets and has rung but from the towers: "A soul saved! A soul saved!" But there is some one here to-day who will reject this gospeL He will stay out of the kingdom of God himself. He will keep his family and his friends out. It is a dreadful thing for a man just to Clant himself in the way of life, then keep ack his children, keep back his companion in life, keep back his business partners?refuse to go into heaven himself and refuse to let others go in.. A young man, at the close of a religious service, was asked to decide the matter of his soul's salvation. Ho said: "I will not do it to-night." Well, the Christian man kept talking with him, and he said: "I iusist that to-night you either take God or reject Him." "Well," said the youne mau, "if you put it that way, I will reject Him. There, now, the matter's settled." On his way home on horseback he know not that a tree ha 1 fallen aslant the road, and ha was goinsj at full s^eed, and he struck tno oascacio auu uiu|>|ku mma?. That night his Christian, mother heard the riderless horse plunging about the barn, and, mistrusting something terrible was the matter, she went out and camo to the place where her son lay, and she cried out: ''Oh, Hanry! dead and not a Christian. Oh, my son! my son I dead and not a Christian. Oh, Henry! Henry! dead and not a Christian." God kesp us from auch a catastrophe. THE WOOED SHOULD WIN. Does he love you? do<? he say so? Hold him off a day, and then Still another. If he love you, Have no fear, he'll come again. Do yon love him? Do not say so; Tell him you are not so sin e: Make his wooing match his winning, And his loving will endure. Maiden's favor gotten lightly lightly makes her favor seora; Longer longing, softer sighing, Swoeter make the tender tbem?. ?WUHamaport Breakfast Tabt*. TEMPERANCE. > Sing a Song of Sixpence Sing a song of sixpence, "Jfcu fellow full of rye; With not a cent to bury you To-morrow, should you dia. The keeper's in the bar-room Counting out his money; His wife is in the parlor With well-dressed sis and sonny. Your wife has gone out working And washing people's clothes, To pay for old rye whisky Tn mlfir vnur r*v? nr?A A Frank Advertiser. The following, which seems to be the I advertisement of a person who keeps a I liquor saloon, we give place in our column, as we believe that any lover of honor and truth cannot fail to admire the frankness of the advertiser: PATllONAGE SOLICITED. Wishing to get a living without working hard, I have leased commodious rooms in Mr. Lovemoney's block, corner of Ruin street and Perdition lane (next door to the undertaker's), where I shall manufacture drunkards, paupers, lunatics, beggars, criminals and dead beats, for sober and industrious men'to support. Backed up by the law, I shall add to the number of fatal accidents, diseases, disgraceful quarrels, riots and cold-blooded murders. My liquors aro warranted to rob some of life, many of reason, more of property and all of true peace; to make fathers fiends, wives widows, and children orphans. I shall cause mothers to forget their infants; children to grow up in ignorance; young women to lose their priceless purity; and young men to become loafers, swearers, gamblers, skeptics, and lewd fellows of ! the basest sort. Lady customers are supplied"with beer as good as the best "home brewed," which will not only intoxicate them, but also make them stupid, slack, , lazy, coarse and quarrelsome. Sunday custumers will please enter by the back door. | Boys and girls are the raw material of which I make drunkards, etc. Parents may help me in this work by always ?end. ing their children for the "home-brewed article," and permitting them to loaf in the street at night. At two hours' notice I am able to put husbands in a condition to reel home, break the furniture, beat their wives and kick their children out of doors; I shall also fit mechanics to spoil their work, be discharged and become tramps. If one of my regular customers should decide to reform, I will, for a few pen nies, witn pleasure, mauce mm to lase just one glass more, or, by offering "free drinks," tempt him to start again on the road to hell. The money he would spend in bread and other things for his family, will buy luxuries for mine. And then, when his money is gone, I will kick him , out, for his money is all I want. Orders promptly filled for fever, scrofula, consumption, or delirium tremens. In short, I will do my best to help bring upon my regular customers debt, disgrace, disease, despair and death in this world, and in the next the pangs of the second death. The above may also be obtained of my high-toned agent, Mr. Frank Deseavcr, druggist, corner of Main street and Shoddy avenue, who keeps a full stock of opium, pure liquors, and all the popular cordials, tonics and bitters for medical purposes only. Having closed my cars to God's warning voice (Proverbs xxiii., 20, 21; and xxiii., 13; Psalms ix., 16, 17; Romans ii., 9), having made a contract with hell and sold myself to work iniquity, and having paid for my license, I have a right to bring all the above evils on my friends and neighbors for the sake of gain. Some have suggested that I display outside the door assorted specimens of my art, but that would blockade the street. Excellent samples of my manufactured wrecks may be seen inside my saloon at almost any time, or at the police station every morning, in the poor house, asylums and prisons every day, and very frequently on the gallows. Judas O'Claiiett, 240 Ruin street. Rum River. "An Insult to Decency." Talk about leaving this infernal whisky traffic to God, and to His Providence and Spirit; why, such talk is veritable twaddle, the quintessence of silliness! If it is right to restrict our treatment of this evil to moral suasion, why not carry out the principle in such evils as horscstcaliug, burglary, and arson? If you wake up in the night and find a burglar in your room, why not plead with him upon bended knees and with streaming eyes to forsake the errors of his ways? j The saloon-keeper is violating the law I in debauching our youth and robbing i our homes, and we must simply talk and sing and pray with him, and at the same time deliver the victims from our family circles to this Moloch to supply the hellish fires of his insatiate j lust of gain. Out upon such an out! rageous insult to common decency.? i mi. rt:.. 1: r ? tic jutu/tv. A Mistake. Alcoholic stimulants merely excite J nervous energy and do not supply food I to the body. There is a very prevalent | idea that alcohol will enable a person to I endure intense cold. This is a mistake. | It is true that the alcohol imparts a feel, ing of warmth at first, but a reaction soon ; sets in and then the body is more suscep: tiblc to cold than if the alcohol had not been taken at all. It may be valuable in case of great prostration, resulting from long-continued exposure and exertion, or from getting wet, but then it should be avoided if possible, for the succeeding rcactiou is always to be dreaded, and if a placc of safety is not near at hand, the immediate daager is only temporarily guarded against and finally becomes greatly augmented by reason of decreased vitality.?Dr. J. C. Vandcrvcer. ' FACTS FOB THE CUBIOUS. The first itreet railroad in America waJ completed in New York city in 1852. _, That gout may be produoed by etarva-tion has been proved by the case of Mr. Jacques, the English faster, who developed gout on the eighteenth day of Ms ' 'M During 1865 eleven new asteroids were ^ detected increasing the number known - jh to 264. Of this total, fifty-seven have been discovered by Dr. J. Palisa of Vienna, and forty-six by Dr. Peters, of < : Clinton, N. Y. Ir the records of Christ Protestant * Episcopal Church of Philadelphia is an entry of the marriage of Mr. John Codd and Miss Mary Fish. The ceremony was ^ . performed 131 years ago .by the Rev. . William Sturgeon, the rector. . > Stingl and Morofski have recently coa- - '1^8 firmed the fact that in the Soja Bean. there exists a ferment of remarkable sac- r charifying power. Two-thirds of the " starch is converted by this ferment into '{m sugar, and one-third into dextrine. This ypa discovery will, without doubt, increase ' '"3H greatly the importance of this bean in ag riculture. V Six miles from Mackinaw, DL, is a-bit of ground eighty feet square that iy always so warm that snow melts as soon asit falls upon it. It is said that when the* ' ~*j^a earth there is disturbed it flashes like burning powder, and that a peculiar gas comes up from the ground, which so far has shattered every vessel in which an effort has been made to confine it, A curiosity has been taken by a PierceCity (Mo.) man from his well. It is a* living fish about one and one-half inches J in length. The external markings are- ^|| those of a catfish, bnt there are no feel- fm ers about the mouth. The little creature is almost colorless, the red blood show- ?2 ing the translucent flesh. It does not seem to have eyes, though it is hard-to ., decide whether it has or not. The wearing of a wooden hat led to the " .. '&jji introduction of what is known as the ^ oval lathe. A Scotchman applied for & work in a large factory in England, but was denied work. As he was about to . retire the owner ff the factory noticed' that the man wore a wooden, oval-shaped ' hat. On being questioned he said that t i-- 1 L.i V.VxJmkilll. . PClUg lOO poor lO Uuv a uui/, ucuauuunw one on a turning lathe of his own invention. An oval lathe was something new, and the manufacturer saw that the man was no ordinary mechanic. He gave him -"V; employment, brought the lathe before 33 the public, paid him a large profit, and; finally took nim into partnership. 1 The identity of the "mysterious stat? '-5^3 prisoner, who in the time of Louis XTV.. ~ ' was known as "The Man with the Iron Mask," has never been clearly determined; the most credited supposition,. 1" however, is that the distinguished prfsoner was a Count Matthioli, a minister of Charles III., Duke of Mantua. He war secretly conveyed, wearing this mask aa disguise, to the castle of Pignerdl in * ^ cjjl 1679, where he remained until 1680, 4a when he was removed to the Isle of Bt. m \Tormiorifo and in 1 fiftfl hlR t>lftC6 of COn finement was again changed to the Baa- f| tille. He died at the latter place in 1708, He was treated with the greatest deference, but was always closely guarded, . ;<Jj and durrng all these twenty-four years he ' was never once. seen without the mask. Contrary to the idea that would be given by the name applied to him, the mask was not an iron one. It was black and made of velvet, stiffened with whalebone and fastened behind the head with a padlock, or by steel springs. g Something About Bald Heads. "Bald-headed men die sooner thin . those who possess a full head of hair," said a physician to a Mail and Rxpreta reporter the other day. "Then, doctor, your life is shortened," interposed the. reporter. - * "I have adopted a protector, you seej the skull-cap. If I have no hair to cover my cranium, I do the next best thing and Vu^c a warm cap. I never go bald-headed, [ no matter wnere i am, ana uy mai meaua I never take cold. The majority of mea ' -Ng who have bald heads wear nothing to protect the exposed surface, not even a wig. The result is many of them take cold and go off with pneumonia or con- ' tract some deep-seated disease like bronchitis or consumption. Yet if I told a bald-headed man to wear something warm on the exposed spot he would, nine times out of ten, pay no attention to my warning. It is a growing cause of increased mortality and deserves great attention both from scientists and empirical laymen. Bald heads are the sign-posts of a high testhetical civilization and at the same time the epitaphs of a physical degeneration. Luxury, ease, Sr? comfort, high living and hereditary characteristics have to be taken into consideration when analyzing the problem of ?f* bald heads. If the future race is to be devoid of hair, then it must necessarily be a short-lived one, because more susceptible to sickness. I have noted many - ?j ?i cases ot pneumonia, uuu wu?? mo patient is a male over forty years old the ' proportion is over one-half in favor of being bald-headed. Whenever I have a bald-headed patient I never rest until he consents to wear a skull-cap. If the hail was no protection to man he would have been created without any, and his skin made tough and thick to stand the weather. The wise provisions made to insure perfect physical comfort never ' ^ contemplated a period in the world's history when man should go about with his head slick as a peeled onion. The man ~ -;-.i who does it repeatedly sooner or later * pays the penalty. "Caesar was bald in his last days and . shielded hss cranium by wearing a crown. In those days, when hats were not worn, few people were bald, and those who were attempted to conceal the fact. It ia said that Caesar wore the crown to hide his bald head, and it may be added correctly that he did it for comfort as well, Women do not suffer from the exposure of bald heads because they wear false head rigging which generally protects the scalp. Then females are not predisposed to baldness as males. Nature has ?1-nKnn/l?ino/i nf Vioir and glVU 11 LUt'JU UU (?wau\u?uvv v* } MUM those who grow bald have some kind of skin trouble. Yet there are more baldheaded women than the world imagines. My argument against going about with the scalp exposed is merely from a hy- , gienic point of view and not because of any false notions about how it makes a person look. Old men, middle aged men, gilded youths and unfortunate womankind, if you aro bald, don't grieve ovei 3 the inevitable, but wear sometllfng warm, and upon all occasions. Your days wili be longer in the land and your progeny will be less apt to inherit the hairless tendency." , ~~ * 'A A Spring Poom, Young Mr. Featherly (complacently).? Yes, I have been doing a little in the way of litorary work for some time past. Tho poem of "Spring,"in the current number of Scribblers, is mine. ,J Miss Clara (very much interested).?Ho, i. really, is it, Mr. Featherly? Why, I read part of that!?Puck.