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* ?: KEV. DR. IALMAGE. THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY SERMON. Subject: "The Angels of the Grass." Text: "If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to-morrow is cast into the oven : how much more will fie clothe youp?Luke xiL, 38: The lily is the queen of Bible flowers. The rose may have disputed her throne in modern times and won it; but the rose originally had only five petals. It was uuder the long continued and intense gaze of the world that the rose blushed into its present beauty. In the Bible train, cassia and hyssop and frankincenss and myrrh and spikenard and camphire and the rose follow the lily. Fourteen dtimes in the Bible is tie lily mentioned; only twice the rose. The rose mav now have wider empire, but the lily reigned in the time of Esther, in the time of Solomon, in the time of Christ Caesar had his throne on the hills. The lily had her throne in the valley. In the greatest fermon that was ever preached, there was only one flower,and that a lily. l"he Bedford dreamer, John Bunvan, entered the house of the interpreter, and was shown a cluster of flowers, and was told to "consider the lilies." We may study or reject other sciences at our option. It is so with astronomy, it is so wirti chemistry, it is so with jurisprudence, it is so with physiology, it is so with geology; but the science of botany Christ commands us to study when he says: "Consider the lilies." Measure them from root to tip of petal. Inhale their breath. Notice the gracefulness their poise. Hear the whisper of the white lips of the Eastern and of the reJ lips of the American lily. Belonging to this royal family of lilies is the lily of the Nile, the Japan lily, the Lady Washington of the Sierras, the Golden Band lily, the Giant lily of Nepaul, the Turk's Cap Hlv th? Afrioan "lilvfrom the CaDe of Good Hope. All these lilies have the royal blood in their veins. But I take the lilies of my text this morning as typical of all flowers and this Easter day, garlanded with all this opulanceof floral beauty, seems to address us, saying: "Consider the lilies, consider the azalias, consider the fuchsias, consider the geraniums, consider the ivies, consider the eyacinths. consider the heliotropes, consider the oleanders." With differential and grateful and intelligent and worshipful souls, consider them. Not with insipid sentimentalism, or with sophomoric vaporing, but for grand and practical and everyday and, if need be, homely uses, consider them. The flowers are the angels of the grass. They all have voices. When the clouds speak, they thunder; when the whirlwinds apeak, they scream; when the cataracts speak, they roar; but when the flowers speak, they always whisper. I stand here to interpret their message. What have you to say, oh ye angels of the grass, to this worshipful multitude? This morning I mean to discuss what flowers are good for. That is my subject: What are flowers good for? L I remark, in the first place, they ara euuu iyr vi wuuo yk vmuvu??m v%?. v. That was Christ's first thought. All these flowers seem to address, us to-day, saying: "God will give you apparel and food. W a have no wheel with which to spin, no loom with which to weave, no sickle with which -to harvest, no well sweep with which to draw water; but God slakes our thirst with the dew, and God feeds us with the bread of the sunshine, and God has appareled us with more than Solomonic regality. We are prophetesses of adequate wardrobe. If God so clothed us, the grass of the field, will he not much more clothe you, oh ye of little faith?" Men and women of worldly anxieties, take , this message home with you. How long has God taken care of you.4 Quarter cf the journey of life? half the journey ot life? three-quarters the journey of life? Can you not trust Him the rest of the way ? God does not promise >ou anything like that which 4-V?a Rrtwon Pmnornr V?oH nn hi* tflhlfl at VftSfc f- expense?500 nightingales' tonguas?but He has promised to take care of you. He has promised you the necessities, not the luxuries ?bread, not cake. If God so luxuriantly clothes the grass of the field, will he not proTide for you, his living and immortal children? He will. No wonder Martin Luther always had a flower on his writing desk for inspiration Through the cracks of the prison floor a flower grew up to cheer Picci ola. Mungo Park, the great traveler and explorer, had his life saved by a flower. He sank down in the desert to die, but seeing a flower near by, it suggested God's merciful care, and he got up with new courage and traveled on to safety. I said the flowers are the angels of the grass. I add now that they are the evangels of the sky. 11. If you insist on asking me the question: What are flowers good for- I respond: They . are good for the bridal day. The bride must have them on her brow, and she must havo them ill her hand. The marriage altar must | be covered with them. A wedding without : flowers would be as inappropriate as a wed ding without music. At such a time they are for congratulation and prophecies of good. 80 much of the pathway of life is covered up with thorns, we ought to cover the begin, nuig with orange blossoms. ? Flowers are rppropriate on such occasions, for in ninety-nine out of a hundred cases it is the very best thing that could have happened. The world may criticise and pronounce it an inaptitude, and may lift its eyebrows in surErise and think it might suggest something etter; but the God who sees the twenty, forty, fifty years of wedded life before they have begun arranges all for the best. So that flowers, in almost all cases, are appropriate for the marriage day. The divergences of disposition will become correspondences, recklessness will become prudence, frivolity will be turned to practicality. There has been many an aged widowed soul who had a carefully lo.ked bureau, and in the bureau a box. and in the box a folded nat>er. and in the folded nauer a half blown rose, slightly fragrant, discolored, carefully pressed. She put it there for;y or fifty years ago. On the anniversary day of her wedding she will go to the bureau, she will lift the box. she will unfold the papar and to her eyes will be exposed the half blown bud, and th3 memories of the past will rush upon her. and a tear will drop upon the flower; and suddenly it is transfigured, and there is a stir in the dust of the anther, and it rounds out, and it is full of life, and it begins to tremble in the procession up the church aisle, and the dead music of a half century ago comes throbbing through the air; and vanished faces reappear, and right hands are joined, and a manly voice promises: "I will for better or worse,'' and the wedding march thunders a salvo of joy at tht departing crowd; but a sigh on that anniversary day scatters the scene. Under the deep fetched breath, the altar, the flowers, the congratulating groups ar_- scattered, and there is nothing left but a trembling hand holding a iaaea roseouu, wnieu is puc into cne paper, and then into the box and the box carefully placed in the bureau, and with a sharp, suddeu click of the lor-k th9 scene is over. Ah. my friends, let not the pl'phecies of the flowers on your wedding day be false prophecies. Be blind to each other's faults. Make the most of each other's excellences. Above all, do not both get mad at once! Remember the vows, the ring on the third finger of the left hand, and the benediction of the calla lillies. III. If you insist on asking me the question: What are flowers good fori I answer, th -y are good to honor and comfort the obsequies. The worst gash ever made in the side of our poor earth is the gash of the grave. It is so deep, it is so cruel, it is so incurable that it needs something to cover it up. Flowers for the casket, flowers for the hearse, flowers for the cemetery. What a contrast between a grave in a country churchyard, with thj fence brokeu down, and the tombstone aslant, and the neighboring cattle browsing amid the mullein stalks and the Canada thistles, and a ' Juns morning in Greenwood the waves of roseate bloom rolling to the top of the mounds, and then breaking into foamine crests of white flowers all around the pillows of dust It is the difference between sleeping under raps and sleeping under an embroidered bla.iket. We want Old Mortality with his chisel to go through all the graveyards of Christendom, and while he carries a chisel in ^ one hand, we want Old Mortality to have j some flower seed in the paltn of the other hand. 1 ''Oh." you say, "the dead don't know; it makes no difference to them" I think you I are mistaken. There are not so many steam- | ?*rs and rail trains coming to any living city as there are convov3 comiug from hoaven to earth; and if there be instantaneous and constant communication between this world and the better world, do you not suppose your departed friends know what you do with their bodies? Why has Go<l planted "gollen rod" and wild flowers in the forest and on the prairie where no human eye ever seas them? He planted them there for invisible intelligences to look at and admire, and when invisible intelligences come to look at the wild flowers of the woods and the table lands, will they not make excursions and see the flowers which you have planted in aflfectipnate rememberance of them? When I am dead I would like to have a handful of violets?any one could pluck them out of the grass, or some one could lift from the edee of the oond a water lilv?nothine rarely expensive, no insane display, as sometimes at funeral rites where the display takes the bread from the children's mouths, and the clothes from their backs, but something from the great democracy of flowers. Rather than imperial catafalque of Russian czar, I ask some one whom I may have helped by go?r>el sermon or Christian deed to bring a sprig of arbutus or a handful of china asters. It was left for modern times to spell respect for the departed and comfort for the living in letters of floral gospel. Pillow of flowers, meaning rest for the pilgrim who has got to the end of his journey. Anchor of flowers, ?< !./. r'V.mcfinr, hrtna which we have UilD Vlil i^Muu as an anchor to the soul, sure and steadfast. Cross of flowers, suggesting the tree on which our sins were slain. If I had my way, I would cover up all the dreamless sleepers, whether in golden handled casket or pine box, whether a king's mausoleum or potter's field, with radiant and aromatic arboresence. The Bible says, in the midst of the garden there was a sepulcher. I wish that every sepulcher might be in the midst of a garden. IV. If you insist on asking nae the question, What are flowers good for? I answer, for religious symbolism. Have you ever studied Scriptural flora? The Bible is an arboretum; it is a divine conservatory: it is a herbarium of exquisite beauty. If you want to illustrate the brevity of the brightest human life, you will quote from Job: " A man cometh forth as a Hover and is cut down." Or you will quote from the psalmist: "As the flower of the field, so he flourisheth^ the wind passeth over it and it is gone." Or you -.;ii from leninh '"All flesh is erass. and the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field." Or you will quote from James the Apostle: "As the flower of the grass, so he pnsseth away." What graphic Bible syir holism! All the cut flowers of this Easter day will soon be dead, whatever care you take of them. Though morning and night you baptize them in the name of the shower, the baptism will not be to them a saving ordinance. They have been fatally wounded with the knife that cut them. They ara bleeding their life away; they are dying now. The fragrance in the air is their departing and ascending spirits. Oh yes! flowers are almost human. Botanists tell us that flowers breathe, they take nourishment, they eat, they drink. They are sensitive. They have their likes and dislikes. They sleep, they wake. They live in families. They have their ancestors and their descendants, their birth, their burial, their cradle, their grave. The zephyr rocks the one, and tho storm digs the trench for the other. The cowslip must leave its gold, the lily must leave its silver, the rose must leave its diamond necklace of morning dew. Dust to dust. So we come up, we prosper, we spread abroad, we die, as the flower?as the flower! Change and decay on all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me! Flowers also afford mighty symbolism of Christ, who compared Himself to the ancient queen, the lily, and the modern queen, the rose, when he said: "I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley." Redolent like the one. humble like the other. Like both, appropriate for the sad who want sympathizers, and for the rejoicing who want banqueters. Hovering over the marriage ceremony like a wedding bell, or folded like a chaplet on the pulseless heart of the dead. Oh, Christ! let the perfume of Thy name be wafted around the earth?lily and rose, lily and rose?until the wilderness crimson into a garden, and the round earth turn int J one great bud of immortal beauty laid against the warm heart of God. Snatch down from the world's banners eagle and lion, and put on lily and rose, lily and rose. But, my friends, flowers have no grander use than when on Easter morning we celebrate the reanimation of Christ from the catacombs. All the flowers of to-day spell resurrection. There is not a nook or corner in all the building but is touched with the incense. The women carried spices to the tomb of Christ, and they dropped spices all around about the tomb, and from those spices bave gryvu all the flowers of Easter morn. The two white robed angels that hurled the stone away from the door of the tomb, hurled it with such violence down the hill that it crashed in the door of the world's sepulchre, and millions of the stark and dead shall come forth. However labyrinthian the mausoleum, however costly the sarcophagus, however architecturally grand the necropolis, however beautifully parterred the family grounds, we want tliern all broken up by tha T.nrH of resurrection. The forms that we laid away with oar broken hearts must rise again. "Father and mother?they must come out. Husband and wife?they must come out. Brothers and sisters?they must come out. Our darling children?they must come out. The eyes that with trembling fingers we closed must open in the luster of resurrection morn. Toe arms that we folded in death must join ours in embrace of reunion. The beloved voice that was hushed must be retuned. The beloved form must come up without its infirmities, without it3 fatigues?it must come up. On, how long it seems for some of you. "Waitiner?waitins forthe resurrection. How Ion;! how long! I make for your broken hearts today a cool, soft bandage of Easter lilies. Last night we had come in the mails a beautiful Easter card, on the top of it a representation of that exquisite flower called the "trumpet creeper," and under it the inscription: "The trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised." 1 comfort you this day with the thought of resurrection. When Lord Nelson was buried in St. Paul's cathedral, in London, the heart of all England was stirred. The profession passed on amid the sobbing of a nation. There were thirty trumpeters stationed at the door of the cathedral, with instruments of music in hand, waiting for the signal, and when the illustrious deud arrived at the gates of St. Paul's Cathedral these thirty trumpeters gave one united blast, and then all was silent. Yet the trumpets did not wake the dead. He slept right on. But I have to tell you what thirty trumpeters could not do for one man, one trumpeter will do for all nations. The ages have rolled on, and the clock of the world's destiny strikes 9, 10.11, 12, and time shall be no longer! Behold the archangel hovering. Hetakes the trumpet,points it this way, puts its lips to his lips, and then blows one long, loud, terrific, thunderous, reverberating and resurrectionary blast. Look! Look! They rise! The dead! The dead! Some coming forth from the family vault. Some from the city cemetery. Some from the couutry graveyard. Here a spirit is joine 1 to its body, and there another spirit is joined to another body, and millions of departed spirits are assorting the bodies and then reclothing themselves in forms now radiant for ascension. The earth begins to burn?the bonfire of a great victory. All ready now for the pro/.aeolAn rof.Ancfi?nn?<i/l hnmnnitV' TTnwiiril and away! Christ leads and all tho Christian dead follow, battalion and battalion, nation after nation Up, up! On, on! Forward, ye ranks of Go.l Almighty! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let the"conquerors come in! Resurrectiou! Resurrection! And so I twist all the festal flowers of this church with all the festal tlowers of chapels and cathedrals of all Christendom into ono great chain, and with that chain I bind the Easter morning of 1S83 with the closing Easter of the world's history?Resurrection! May the GoJ of peace that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep through the bloo.i of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every trood work to do His wilL" A Rum-Cursed Man. Recorder Smyth, of New York, one day recently, gave a temperance lecture in General Sessions, that met with the approval of all his auditors, not excepting the horrible oramnlfl ha Vi?M nn Jnmes Wood W3S 8T raigned for shooting at his wife. The Recorder said: "Wood, you are a member of a family of eminent respectability both in this city and Brooklyn. Your wife is a lady of refinement. You alone have been a disgrace and a discredit to your family. They are the sufferers. You drink and that is tho causo of your trouble. When in liquor you become insane and violent. For God's sake let rum alone. The wife that you promised to cherish and protect you assaulted. It was not your fault that you did not kill her. and then you would have been here on trial for murder. She, like all women, has written me a letter begging for clemency for you who showed r.o clemency to her. On this account, on the account of your family, your friends who have come by the dozen in your behalf, I will not send you to State prison. But rum has sent you to the penitentiary-fqr two years and eight months. The women and children are the real sufferers. God help theoi." < RELIGIOUS READING. The Land of Rtit. Beyond the valley lying low, Through which our feet someday shall go,? Beyond the hill's so purple haze, That stretches far beyond our gaze,? There is a place, so happily blest, Which here we call The Land of Rest. A land with hills and valleys fair, And many of our loved are there; So silently, and one by one They went the lonesome journey on; All, with white hands upon their breast, Went out into The Land of Rest. I long that happy bourne to see, I long to know how it will be When first these eyes of mine behold The land of which the prophets told. Of my inheritance possessed, When shall I reach The Land of Rest? 0 blessed land! 0 time so slow! Not with reluctance I shall go, But on my lips a happy song, That it the dav looked for so Ions. Has come to take me to that blest? That peeceful land, The Land of Re9t. ?[Helen A. Manvill, in Good Housekeeping. What Christianity Does. "It might bo well," says President Carter, of Williams college, to ascertain fairly whether it has been a wholesome thing to believe in Christ, as Lord, before declaring Christianity to be a lie. It is not a Christian, but a recent positivist writer, one who rejects Christianity, with a scorn no less fine and intense than the quoted agnostic, who nevertheless writes the answer to that sneer. " 'What needs admitting or rather proclaiming by agnostics who would be just is that the Christian doctrine has a power of cultivating and developing f aintliness which has had no equal in any other creed of phil?AMU?. 1*4- rrofo A**m hnlrl nf A nmm uaujjujr. If UUil IV goua uim uxs*v? V ? r , ising subject, ona with a heart and bead strong enough to grasp its full import and | scope, then it strengthens the will, raises and purifies the affections, and finally achieves a conquest over the baser self in [ man of which the result is a charactor none the less beautiful and soul-subduing, because it is wholly beyond imitation by the less spiritually endowed."' A Shepherd Boy'* Prayer. A little lad was keeping his sheep one Sunday morning. The bells were ringing for services at church, and the people were going over the fields, when the little fellow began to think that he too would like to prav for God. But what could he say? for he nad never learned a prayer. So he knelt down, and commenced the alphabet. A, B, C, D, and so on to Z. A gentleman, happening to pas?tbe other side of the hedge, beard the lad's voice, I anrl lnnlrintr thrnncrh thn bushes Saw the little fellow kneeling, with folded hands find closed eyes, saying A, B, C. "What are you doing, my little man?" The lad looked up. "Please sir, I was praying." "But what were you saying your letters for?" "Why, I didn't know any prayer, only I felt that I wanted God to take care of me and help me take care of the sheep. So I thought, if I said all I knew he would put it together and spell what I wanted." "Bless your heart, my little man, he will, he will, he will; when the heart speaks right, the lips can't say wrong." The prayer that goes to heaven comes from the heart.?[The Sunday Hour. Chri?t*llke Life. Rev. Dr. E. A. Read of Holyoke in an excellent sermon from the text: "Then said Jesus to thera again, peace be unto you; as my Father has sent me, even so send I you," said Christianity must be personified and clothed in flesh nnd blood. Words are the vehicles of thought and those who scorn creeds are making a great mistake. But truth was before the creeds, which were born, not made. Men believed in Christ absolutely before they put that belief into words. The life was there, and the life is what we want. Dr. Reed said that we wanted no creeds merely to be spoken trippingly on the tongue. If he believed in a probation after death he would accept it with feverything that went with it; but if the Bible doesn't teach it then we have nothing to do with it. Creeds alone can never conquer the world, but creeds founded on the truth of Christ and exemplified in holy lives aro resistless. Men may shut their Bibles, but they must see the holy ** * * 1 * mu.?* lives aLOIll/ lueiu. xuua v?o wru mo uuura wisdom in tbe means of converting the world. The wisest text book cannot take the place of the living teacher. What we want upon earth is saints. Christianity will gain power and make progress in proportion to thedevotednes8 or Christians. In closing Dr. Reed emphasized the thought that in the text Christ offers the highest calling possible to man. PfniOiial Hund-to-Hanil Work. One of the co-workers of President Finney, Rev. Elijah Buck, tately died. ^ To a corre j sponaenc or me Hrvangeiisi; ne empnusizeu the importance of personal, individual work, and gave the following illustration: "When a young man, a college student, ho visited a village in New York, and found only one individual in the village who made a profession of religion. It was a desperate case, and a man of weaker faith would have given up the thought of a revival in that town. He went to the only pious man in that village and proposed to him to 'invite the Lord Jesus Christ to come to that town on the business of redemption, and to remain (here until the business was all done up.' (I make use of terms which the good man used in his conversation with me.) The two praying men met and implored the Redeemer of men to visit the town in efnrfnH ljUC3UIVU. X UOil WltWJ liuuivutuwij aw>* w\4 out and visited every house in town, to inform the people of the fact that Jesus had been invited and was surely expected that very day. They prayed in every home, and found every home actually prepared for their coming and for the presence of the divine | Gurst. Conviction seemed to have taken hold upon every individual, and the revival had already begun. The result need not be stated. It was a sweeping work of grace, widely extended and deeply sealed. It was the result of personal work with the individual Homo Kvangreliza'ion. The Union's Boston correspondent describes a movement undertaken in that city to promote evangelistic work, and the plan appears so promising that it may be commended to the careful consideration of Christian people of all denominations in j xflis city and vicinity. It is probable that ? good deal more might be accomplished I the way of carrying the gospel to the multitude, by united work among the churches. The Boston society is unsectarian and so calls to its aid all who feel moved to enter the field in any kind of religious work. The question is often asked, Where are the workers? That evangelistic society has its eye on them and is able to call them to any service to which they may be fitted, whether to assist in reyival services, in Sunday schools, in mission schools, or in house to | house visitation. On the other hand, there are good people in evory community, and probably in this, who are willing to work if they can be set about it. Pastors often make i a good u*e of them, but there are fields not j included in auv special pastoral care which 1 need to be cultivated. There ore outlying I country districts, sparsely settled and dei prived of church privileges, which lay evangelists and Christian workers should | pre-empt und cultivato till such time as organized church work can be attempted. This is in the line of the Christian alliance work, I which was so ably discussed at Washington I not long ago, and would do much to promote ! practical union among different denomina- j tions.?[Springfield Union. J-iiqnor in iins anu uianu>av>.ii>v.. I Colonel Switzler, Chief of the Bureau of j Statistics in Washington, at the request of ; the National Druggists' Association, entered into an extensive correspondence and collected statistics in regard to the amount of alcohol used in the arts and manufactures. The result is that Mr. Switzler estimates that only about ten per cent, of the total production of alcohol is used in the arts ancl manufactures. This is a much lower estimate than formerly, but probably more nearly correct. The Misses Leitch, American missionaries in Ceylon, are carrying on most effective temperance work. A book of temperance songs, and several of John B. Gough's lectures. have been translated into the Tamil I language, which is spoken by 16,000,000 of people in Southern India, as well as the peo-1 * pie of Ceylon. 1 7 . ** ; 5* ' / BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. A Difference of Opinion?An Awful Blunder?Pedestrinnism?Devoted to Music?Speaking Freely, Etc., Etc. Minister (dining with the family)? "So your pupa lets you have a second piece of pie sometimes, Bobby. I'm afraid he is very indulgent. Bobby?"Yes, sir: ma says lie indulges altogether too much, but I don't think so.''?New Y</rk Hun. An Awful BlunderDruggist (in alarm, to boy)?"James, run to Mrs. Smith's at once. I've made an awful mistake!" James (seizing ins nat)? uuorpmne? quinine?arsenic?poison " Druggist?"No, no; slie sent for 10 cents' worth of 1 cent stamps, and I sent her ten twos I" Pede9trianism. Dumley?"I've made a bet with Robinson that I can walk from Twenty-third to Forty-second street in eight minutes." Brown?"You'll lose, Dumley, sure." Dumley?"Think so?" Brown?"I know so; too many saloons on the way."- - Epoch. Speaking Freely. Minister (making a pastoral call)?"It grieves me, my dear madam, to discover | traces of tears upon your face. Bemem! ber, Mrs. Hcudricks, that he whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth. If you would speak freely to me, I might - ?" Mro iTornlriWa?''Oh it is nothinc. Mr. Goodman. "We are to have fried onions for supper and I have been peeling them; that is all."?Epoch. The Origin of a Phrase. "It is dillicult to account for the origin of a great many phrases incurrent use,"' remarked McSwilligen, "or even to see their relevaocy. "Yes," replied Squildig. "Now there's that expression, 'on its last legs,' meaning something about to end. Its approp lateness is very doubtful. For instance, a kangaroo is nearly always on its last legs, but where can you find a more striking example of vitality?" ?Pittsburg Chronicle. Devoted to Sfasic. lie (to Miss Breezy, of Chicago")? Li ttaii nrofor ATicQ Rrpp/v. tVlP TT JL11UU VIW jvu |/!V4vt) Italian or German school of music ?" Miss Breezy (hesitatingly)?"Well, I hardly know what to say, Mr. Waldo. When I hear'Sweet Violets ' from the hand-organ I think nothing can be sweeter than the Italian, and then again the strain of ' White Wings ' from a little Cerman band will leave me in doubt which I prefer. I am passionately fond of both schools."?New York Sun. He Felt Small. An editor living on the prairie, who never saw a tree In his life, but who is noted for his "truth and veracity," tells of a man who was out hunting and was overtaken by rain. He crept into a hollow tree for protection. When the rain was over he tried to come forth from the tree and found himself unable to do so. | He was a great reader, and while thus imprisoned lie renecteu mac ne was ia the habit of borrowing his neighbor's paper, thus cheating the printer, ana he felt so small that he slipped out of the tree without any effort. Raiher Inappropriate. A New York merchant, who does an extensive commission business in Cuba, had bcrn entertaining a wealthy citizen of Havana for several days. On a recent Saturday the Cuban and his wife were to sail for home. At the last moment, the merchant thought it would be the proper thing to send some flowers to his departing friends on board the ship. So he hastily despatched an olfice-boy to a florist's to purchase some flowers. "Get about twenty-five dollars' worth, and I will leave the selection to you," were his instructions to the boy, after telling why ! he wanted the flowers. He then accompanied his frieuds to the steamer, and just as "all ashoie'" was cried, the officeboy rushed up the gangplank carrying i two broken columns?one bore the in j scription: "We mourn your loss," and the other, "Gone to another shore." Woman Abroad and at Home. j "Oh, woman, woman!" shrieked an I orator in a speech the other night, "thou j art the light, the life, the salvjrtion of the world! I shudder when I think of ! what this world would be without thy j gentle, refining, ennobling influence. I bow at thy shrine, ncknowledging thy purity and truth. There is nothing so beautiful, so glorious, so true,so perfect, as a woman! I reverence and bow down before thee:" And when ho went home he said to the woman who was so uufortunate as to be his wife: "What did you let the fire get so low for? You knew I'd comc home half froze. You're just like the rest of the women; you haven't a thought beyond vnnr nose. Stir around and eet me a cup of hot tea, can't you? See if you can do that much for a fellow. I'd just like to know what y<?u women think I you're good for, anyhow?" Two For One DollarThe other day as Dr. Blank wns particularly busy he was called out to see two gentlemen of Irish extraction?"extraction" is good in this connection? I who had business that would hrook no i delay. Said the one of the two who I served as spokesman: * "How much fer to pull a tooth?'' "One dollar," said the dentist. "Wan daller! Ee the powers, ye have ver money an'ycr fun, too! "Well, Putsey, turning to the other, who was evidently thesufFcrcr, "what will ye do?" The two men held a whispered con| vernation for a moment. It was evident J that they regarded the fee us pretty steep. *4*'""""o T Iim'o it sjiid tlinsnokfis .... r man all at once. "Wud ye pull two fer j thedaller, docther?" The dentist smiled. ''Yes," said he, W jruess I could pull two for the same price. I '\A 11 right, Patsey, that's whnt ye do: have two av ycr teeth pulled fer the daller, an'there's another out agin the next toothache!"?Boston Trrinscrijit. A Journalist's Glass Eye. Mr. William M. Lnffan, of the New ! York Sun, has a glass eye, says the Jour-1 mi list. It is a very accurate match to ; the other, and is hardly noticeable. One i evening in the long ago, when O'Donovan, the sculptor, and I.affan were both gay young Bohemians, they met for the first time, and finding cach other charming companions, with similar tastes for art and literature, they proceeded to drink to better acquaintance. One drink fallowed another until, at one bar where they stopped for a aightcap, the dispen ser of liquid intimacy measured out their whisky in a medicine graduate glass. This struck O'Donovan as a peculiarly weird proceediug, and he looked at Lnffan to see the effect apon him. To his horror, there was a fly crawling around on Laffan's eye-ball; O'Donovan rubbed his eyos, and looked again. There was the fly wandering around the iris aud over the pupil, and Laffan calmly endured it without winking. O'Donovan gazed for a moment to make sure, and then with a yell of terror, dashed out into the street and sought his boarding-house, where he took to his bed, and awaited the advent of the del. trem. A Chinese Merchant's Funeral. A recent letter from San Francisco to the Chicago Tribune descr.bes what the correspondent calls "the most extraordinary Chinese fuueral ever seen in America." The deceased, says the writer, was Loo Muck, a Chinese merchant, who, thirty-five years ago, founded the Gsee Kun<r Ton? Lodge of Freemasons in this city. The general impression among the thousands of American people who gazed wonderingly at the funeral procession was that it was a pageant of one of the powerful societies of highbinders. American Freemasons who witnessed the ceremonies, however, recognized in the display a formal funeral of a brother Mason. Loo Muck founded the order in San Francisco. Masonry has spread among the Chinese so that there are now, it appears, 18,000 members of the order in this State. Delegations had come from all parts of the Pacific coast to attend the funeral. The procession took an hour and a half to pass. A band of Chinese Masons in long blue gowns, with long black swords in their hands and bands of I red, white and blue ribbons tied across their foreheads and streaming down their backs, led the way. Then came a company of several hundred Chinese soldiers in bright blue tunics and carrying short broad-swords and highly ornamented [ shields. A band of cavalry in red, green and orange uniforms, with quivers of arrows and long double-edged swords . slung across their backs, followed. Then came in long array some foot soldiers, spearsmen and warrior3 with broad battle-axes, warriors on foot, mounted warriors riding with short stirrup leathers, numerous bands of Chinese music in hacks, and finally the hearse, drawn by four black horses. On top of the hearse was a gorgeous catafalque of paper and tinsel in the Chinese style. The coffin bore upon its sides the square and compass, with thejletter "G" in the centre. The standard bearer who preceded the hearse carried the Masonic emblem. Preliminary ceremonies were all Masonic. Pre cisely as the bell on St. Mary's Cathedral, contiguous to Chinatown, had announced midday the Deputy Grand Master gave the word that the hour of nigh twelve had arrived. On this the ofhcers of the Grand Lodge lifted the casket. The display of com, oil and the pot of incense, with other signs only known to the craft, were fully understood by American Masons in the great crowd of spectators. The blowing of the trumpet by the high prie3t and the incantations, with certain signs well known in the higher degrees of Freemasonry, showed that the Chinese have a knowledge of the craft that would gain them admission to an American lodge if they only understood our language. The display astonished American Masons, many ot whom followed the strange procession to the cemetery where the dead Master was interred in the orthodox Mongolian style, the banners and badges of the mourners being burned in a great bonfire at the gates, while a liberal feast of roast pork, poultry and drinkables of many kinds was spread before the tomb for the spirit of the departed to entertain his friends. As each carriage-load of mourners passed out from the cemetery Chinese stationed at the gates han'led them money, while dimes and nickles were flung into the fire to establish the financial credit of the departed in the other world. Altogether the pageant was indescribably strange. Ueautifnl Colors From Poplar Wood. "It is not known outside of the trade, and not known to every one in the trade for that matter, to what we are indebted for odd but richand beautiful shades of yellow, green, orange, Drown ana rea that are so fashionable and so much admired in ladies' dress goods, and which first appeared five or six weeks ago," said a ary-goods dealer. "What is the secret?''inquired a reporter. "There is no sccret about it," replied the dry-goods man; "no one seems to have mentioned it, that's all. Those peculiar shades are the production of the common poplar wood in all its varieties. The young Lranche3 and shoots of poplar trees are used in obtaining the dye. They are cut up into small pieces and crushed and braved in mortars. The pulp they make is thrown into vats of boiling alum water. To every three gallons of water a pound ol alum is added, which proportion of the preparation is maintained to every ten pounds of poplar pulp. The pulp is boiled half an hour. The boiling is followed by slow filtration of the liquid. As the filtered fluid cools it thickens and clears, th; owing down a resinous substance of a greenish-yellow hue. A second filtering is made when the liquid has become perfectly clear. Placed in porcelain vessels, it is left exposed to the air during three dry, fair days. The light and air oxidize the result of the two filterings, and leave a substance of the richest golden tint it is possible to imagine. This is the primary color from which all the other shades mentioned are produced. It is in itself the dye used for those charming effects in silks and all fancy dress-goods of one golden shade?a shade never made pos- j sible by any other dye, although ancient fabrics show jilainly that they were tinted by a similar dye. The poplar was undoubtedly known to the ancients as a I rich dye wood. "The various shades ot green, orown. etc., which are based on this poplar golden yellow are made by the mixture of pigments and dyes, which dyers ; know how to combine for producing | the desired results. The colors made with the poplar base are not only rich I and beautiful but lasting."?Chicago Tribune. A Western Tragedy. John Edmundson,a prosperous farmer living six miles west of Sterling, Kan., was sitting in the front room of his house | cleaning and loading his repeating rifle when by some mischauce the weapon was discharged, the bullet passing upward through the ceiling. A heavy fall in thfi imner room was heard a second later and Edmundson, rushing to the I second story,pushing open a door against which was some heavy body, was almost crazed to find his wife lying on the floor dead with a bullet hole in her right tcm! pie. The poor woman had been cleaning the room a few moments before the fatal shot was fired and it wa9 supposed that she was leaning over brushing a chair when the rifle hall passed through the floor and without warning pierced her head, causing instant death.? Kanm City Times. TEMPERANCE. A Song of Ten Cents. Sing a song of ten cent*? A glass of "good old Rye'1; Four-and-twenty like it Make an adequate supply. When that Rye has soaked him through A fellow cannot budge, And ain't he just a pretty sight To go before a judge! ?Sifting* The Black Bottle. The Macon (Ga.) Telegraph tells the following true story, that " would fitly adorn a temperance lecture." Happening into a millinery store, the reporter noticed a lady who was buying a hat for her little girl. The child made herself sociable with him, and remarked, prattling artlessly: "We dot lots o' money now." "Where did you get it, my little girl?" "Papa broke de bottle." This called for some explanation on the mother's part, and she finally related how ber intemperate husband bad oeen rerormea I five years Defore, at the time their oldest boy died This is the tale she told, beginning? as the story of many a reformed life has begun?at a loved one's death-bed: The little fellow slowly turned his eves toward his father and said: "I'm going to die, papa, for I see the angels beckoning me to com<>. This is Christmas morning, papa; please let me see what Santa Claus put in my stocking. My husband went to the mantel and took down the little stocking. It was empty. He stood still and stared at it for a minute, and God only knows the agony of his heart in that short time. He turned to speak, but our boy would not have heard bim had the poor man's breaking heart allowed him utterance. Our boy was dead! The day before New Year's my husband called for the whisky bottle. May God forgive my feelings at that minute, for I wished that he, too, was dead. I obeyed him mechanically. To my surprise he took the bottle in his hands, and, pouring the whisky on the ground, said: "1 will drwK no more; ana me money I would spend for whisky we will put In this bottle, and all enjoy the contents." You can imagine how happy I was! He had sworn off many times Defore, but I knew he was in earnest this time. We made a calculation, and estimated that whisky cost him five dollars a week. Well, it was decided to put five dollars a week in the bottle, for five years, come what would. The time was out last New Year's Day, and the big black bottle was broken, ana it contained one thousand dollars. But this was not all. We saved enough in that time, outside of the bottle, to buy a little home. "But are you not afraid, in breaking the bottle, your husband will break his resolution?" "No; because we have started another hnttl?-hank." said the ladv. with a happy I smile. The husband is a Macon mechanic, wellknown, and enjoys the respect and esteem of all. He says he never knew how much genuine pleasure there was at home with his loved ones until he got sober enough to appreciate it, and to fill instead of empty the fat black bottle. W. C. T. U. Bulletin. The W. C. T. U. at Philippopolis, Turkey, has thirty members. Melrose (Mass.) W. C. T. U. conducts an afternoon lecture course. nntinn law { UD0 rebuilt UL X/UliUW o iwai vpvtvu MO? W the closing of 150 saloons in Fargo. Miss Henrietta G. Moore, of Ohio, is lecturing rno3t acceptably to Illinois audiences. A total abstinence revival under the leadership of Bishop Ireland u in progress in St Paul, Minn. A Y. W, C. T. XJ, of 30 members was recently organized at Geneseo, 111., by Mrs. J. Ellen Foster^ _ The W". C. T. U. of Carthage. 111., recently received a bequest of $1000 to carry on their work in Hancock county. Mrs. Jenrne McClurkin is working most efficiently as state organizer of W. C. T. Unions in West Virginia. A lady writing from Atlanta, Ga., says: "Our city is drowned in whisky and the papers suppress the facts systematically." The International Distillery at Des Moines, Iowa, which has not been in operation for over a year, is preparing to move out of the State. Count Leo Tolstoi, the famous Russian literateur, has organized and placed himself at the head of a temperance association at Mockar, called the "Society of the Temperate." The members are pledged not to drink intoxicating liquors of any sort nor to sell or offer them to any one. but to labor to convince others, especially children, of the dangers of intemperance. The corner stone of the W. C. T. U. Building, Los Angeles, CaL, was laid lately with appropriate ceremonies. The W. C. T. U. and juvenile temperance societies participated in the exercises. Judge Wm. A. Cheney delivered the principal addresa The stone is Arizona sandstone and bears the words: "The battle is not yours, but God's." Work *Ua KniMinrr l'fi nrAOTflCQirH* TCaU Afifl ifcS upuu 1UD UUllUilij MS, f -ri completion is a matter or a very short time. The Annual Minutes of the National TV. C. T. XL, just issued, make the most ample showing ever yet attained by the society. Pennsylvania alone has 1051 local unions. The annual leaflet of thirty-eight pages (suited to enclose in letters) enumerates fortytwo separate departments of work, each one of these being under the care of a special National Superintendent, with an associate in every State, and she with an associate in each local union. Business Aspect of the Ram Power. A brief calculation will show the loss to all lines of legitimate business through this damnable traffic in liquid ruin. It is entirely nrobable that there is not a saloon in any city whose average sales are less than $-5 per day. Even the enormous percentage of profit which is made by the saloonist would leave but a narrow margin out of this average, when the first cost of rum, rent, fire, gas, taxes and Other expenses are taken out. Then the higher class of saloons, those in the more freaueaS business streets, sell anywhere from $100 to <500 worth a day. Let us put the average for all classes of saloons low enough, and assume that it is <10 per day all around. In the city of Toledo, we are informed at the internal revenue office, there are over six hundred saloons. The amount paid over their counters, at the above average, is $13000 daily. This is over $1,89s,000 yearly, not counting illegal Sunday sales, which are very large. The estimate is clearly low enough if we make it $2,000,000 yearly. Think of what ?2.<XW,(K;u a year :oses to me city auu to all legitimate lines of business, and you will begin to have a faint idea of what the rum traffic costs Toledo, in a business way, every year. It does not do a penny's worth of good to the buyers or to their wives, their families, and their dependent ones. It is that much cut off from their necessities and comforts. If there were not a rumhole in this city, that two millions would be nearly all spent with the business men in legitimate lines. The men who now pay it out for rum would then spend it for more and better food, for better clothing for themselves and their families, for furniture, home comforts, and luxuries. They would dwell in better houses, would exist on a highor plane. Let the merchants of the city think of the value to themselves of the added expenditure of over $0000 per day by retail consumers. They can then begin to realize what a loss to themselves is the rum traffic so long as it exists. And what is true of Toledo is true of any other city or village in the country in proportion to population and number of saloons.?Toledo Blade. * * a# o flllAW. Notwithstanding the fact Milwaukee brewers recommend their beer as "non-intoxicating, healthful, refreshing, and invigorating conducive to health, prosperity ana happiness, and beneficial alike for ola and young, male and female," the Northwestern Life Insurance Company, whose headquarters are in that city, will not issue a policy to any member or employe of these brewing companies. This position was not taken from a moral standpoint, but because statistics snow that these men die, as a rule, before their time.? Every Week. The Misses Leitch, American missionaries in Ceylon, are carrying on most effective temperance work. A book of temperance songs, and several of John B. Gough's lectures. have been translated into the Tamil language, which is spoken by 16,000,000 of people in Southern India, as well as the people of CeylonThe Ohio Legislature has passed a township local option bill, also a bill providing fcr scientific temperance instruction in pub1 lie schools. : - . - ' * . > ^ vy -/ "OTSS . 7 . :* HOUSEHOLD MATTERS. . Some Hints on Bread-Makinjc. When Lena came to us, the motherfriend who sent her wrote: 'Don't meddle with her bread-making till you see * . what she can do." This accorded with a motto of my own: "Results, not methods," but the baking of bread had always seemed to me too important a matter to be left entirely in a servant's care. Nevertheless, mindful of this injunction, I kept resolutely away from the kitcheu on baking day, and went to the supper table with an apprehensive heart. Good bread is the one indispensable article in my household creed. I had been trained in the school of old-fashioned bread-making, whose methods yet fill the pages of our cook books beginning with this formula: ' Sift two quarts of flour; make a hole in the centre for your sponge. Take one pint warm water, a gill of yeast, a little tiolf otir trt o Via f for Koinff onpftftll to leave the sponge surrounded by flour* and set in a warm place." ? | This makes a light, sweet, porout bread, somewhat similar to Laker's bread, but free from chemical impurities,] I learned to whiten it by adding in the morning a cup of new milk. With all my care, however, there would be uneven streaks in the loaves, caused by tha flour surrounding the sponge drying unequally. Lena's bread, on this eventful evening, surprised me by its cake-like quality, fine, sweet, firm and perfectly blended. Afterwards I watched her while making bread and learned the secret of her method. A quart of warm water or milk is first put into the pnn with a tablespoonful of butter, another of sugar, a cup of yeast and a little salt. The flour is sffted _ and is stirred in gradually, and when tha batter is sufficiently thick no flour i* spread over it to become dry and crusty J before morning. Another principle of % the new method is that with bread, as with cake, too much Sour makes the " i<jj compound dry and tasteless, and bread made by the rule, "mix until it will not , * .Jj stick to the board," will become stale much sooner than that which is mixed ~ more lightly and softly. r * * J il.l ..i ?.4. t?? 1 iouuu, ioo, mat my yeuat, uiauc i/jr my mother's rule, soured sooner than Lena's and I soon saw the explanation^ I boiled my potatoes, mashed with them! a tablcspoonful of flour and poured over the boiling potato water in which I had meanwhile scalded a handful of hopt. This scalded the flour but did not cook it thoroughly. Lena grated her potatoes into a quart of boiling water, sifted into .. - ^ the mixture two tableapoonfuls of flour ( added the water in which a handful of hops had been boiled, half cup of sugar ana a little salt, ana auowea 11 w cuu& -j 'for ten or fifteen minutes, stirring frequently before adding the yeast. By this process the flour was thoroughly ^ cooked and the yeast would keep for \ceeks. &?*at The time of Lena's reign was a household jubilee. Such tempting rolls as sto prepared for our tea-table; such spongy dumplings with our stews, or their apple confreres for desserts; Such light, flaky 1* steamed puadings witn this tender bread sponge ior cover ana appies, uerijcj* . 'peacnes, or jellies for lining. jReally, it seemed as if this marvelous breadmake cou!d change the lifeless dough into nothing that was not tempting ana tooth- ; V some. Her-resignation, to take an incumbrance in the shape of a husband, brought woe and wailing into the household, and we have quite decided that we shall never look upon her like again* ?Daughters of America. ; Recipes. Steamed Pudding.?Half cup each sugar and butter, three eggs, one cup sweet milk, three heaping teaspoons baking powder, two cups flour. Steam one hour, serve with sauce. Uice Soup.?Wash half a tea-cup of rice and put it on in a pint of water to boil; when done, drain and add a quart of milk; let it boll live minutes; season with butter, salt and neDDer. /t' ' * * * * ? yrNfffi Omox Soup.? Peel and chop a very *''2. large onion; fry in butter until brown; put a quart of milk on to boil; add the N onion; let it simmer half an hour; seasoa with pepper and salt and serve. ' Lemon* Custard.?Six eggs, beaten separately, one and one-half cups sugar, tablespoonful of butter, juice (only) of one large or two small lemons, mix the whites in last, bake immediately. For two custards, on puff paste. ,v Cream Cake.?Take two eggs, beat, iu coffee-cup, then fill with good thick cream, one cup sugar, one cup flour, one teaspoonful of baking powder, or onehalf teaspoonful soda ana one teaspoon4ful cream tartar. Flavor with lemon, and bake in moderate oven. Broiled Potatoes.?Cut cold boiled potatoes into slices a third of an inch thick. Dip them into melted butter and fine bread crumbs. Place in a double ' ' M ?? ..At broiler and Droit ever a nrc uut ia uut too hot. Garnish with parsley and serve oa a hot dish; or season with salt and pepper, toast till a delicate brown, arrange on a hot dish and season with butter. Boiled Leo of Mutton.?Leg of mutton. when boiled to a turn, is a very acceptable joint, and also a very profitable one for small families, ns many excellent dishes may be prepared from that not used at the first meal. Hare mutton is indigestible, but it should not be over-done. Put the leg in an oval boiler, cover it with plenty of fast-boiling water, slightly salted; skim off the rising scum, aa it will discolor the joint if it comes in contact i with it. A medium-sized leg of mutton -..I-nfl "AAfln trA ^AllfO OnH o Violt* +f% I C<] U'l W ulul 'J uwmo boil. A puree of young spring turnips* with a sauce made of melted butter and flour, with small capers added to it, is the raos1: popular sauce to serve with boiled mutton. The capers do not need cooking, but should be added to the sauce before serving. C.VCI.IFLOWKH WITH WHITE S.\UCE.? Select a white, close cauliflower, and after cutting off any undesirable green leaves put it in a pan of salt (about a tablespoonful; aud water. Leave in water two hours. Cauliflower so often contains worms and slugs that this precau- ; tion is necessary. The salt and water will cause insects of any kind concealed in the heart of the vegetable to come to the surface of the water. Wash afterwards in fresh water, tie up in a thin cloth or a piccc of white mosquito netting. This prevents it from breaking up in the nn* (IP TvViftn liftinor in nnrl nut. Put into boiling water with a pinch of salt. Boil until tender. The sauce is proj ated by taking one pint of milk, apiccc of butter half the size of an egg. let the milk como to a boil while you mix a dessert spoonful of flower to a creum with alittlecold milk. Add a Utile salt and a dash of nutmeg and pour into the boiling milk; stir constantly while it boils for a minuto or two. Pour over the cauliflower. The courts of Ohio and Indiana have decided that a hotel can make no extra charges for meals sent to the room of a person not physically able to attend tha table. U