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"WOMAN'S WORLD.
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PLEASANT LITERATURE FOR
i FEMININE READERS.
The Last Thins Out.
. The typewriter girl is becoming one
bf the institutions of every first-class
hotel. In every hotel the placard informs
Ihe arrival that he can have his letter
prepared ou short notice at a trifling
cost. The way in which we are now
living at our hotels doesn't leave the
guest very much to complain of, provided
the cook does his duty. The days
when te'egraph instruments were put in
the hotels the landlords thought they
uau fCUUUCU LUC UlLllUii lliuig VI VU1V1prise.
Then came the telephone. Now
the gue^t registers and there is little
else left for hira to do. He is carried to
his4meals by the elevator, and after hi>
dinner, while he smokes he takes his
chair and dictates a leter to the young
typewriter in the corner. ? Chicago
' Times.
A Titled L|dy Dentist.
The high fashion in Londcu at present
is a lady dentist, a German baroness,
Nvho is said to be one of the cleverest
teeth extractors in England. She is
a tall, powerful, aud well-built woman,
exceedingly lady-like and agreeable iu
manner, but. at the same time, both firm
and gentle with her patients. She possesses
a wrist of iron, and the clever
manner in which she extracts refractory
teeth his caused her name to be proclaimed
far and wide as an exceptionially
successful operator. The baroness's
waiting rooms are crowded every day
with swells, male and female, and although
this lady does not advertise or
lay herself out in any way to attract pa- j
iients, her practice is one of the largest i
in London. Her charge is only half a ;
guinea, or $2.50, for extracting teeth, ;
and fifteen shilings, or $3.75, with gas.
? Time* Democrat.
Energetic California Lasses.
About eight or nine months ago, says
the Sierra Valley Leider, two young wo- 1
men came up to Johnsville, Lai., irom
San Fraacisco with a horse and buck
board, cooked and camped out along the 1
road. They opened a restaurant in the 1
above-named place, had plenty of money .
and did agooa business. They sold out
fchcir restaurant two months a<?o, went 1
but prospecting, discovered a lodge and '
worked upon it as miners with pick and 1
shovel, but how much it paid we do not !
know. They purchased a rifle and went j1
hunting on snow-shoes last winter, would ]
tackle bears and kill deers for winter , '
sport. They can run a cross-cut saw, j
pick and shovel equal to the most robu3t ^
miner, or skim over or down the moun-,!
tainawith the fleetness of the most ex- ; J
jpert snow-shoer. We are informed that j'
ithey are both graduates of the State ,1
jNormal School, are not handsome, but
bright and intelligent looking, and have j?
kept their characters above reproach, j1
They have tramped from Johnsville over 1
jthe mountains on snow to Sierra City. ! *
Mr. Woodward brought them in there, | ^
.where they remained all night. In the j
morning they started from there on foot,'
to Truckee, saying they would rather {
walk than ride, although the fare is only ; 1
60 cents. .. J
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Chicago Women's "Pigeon Strut."
It is very astonishing that in a city s
containing so many attractive women as
does this justly celebrated burg, there j
should be so few of the dear creatures '
who possess a gait in which there is anything
of grace. Strangers and chance ' '
visitors have often remarked in my hear- 1
ing that the walk of the average Chicago 1
woman was little short of monstrous, !1
and when I have taken time to note the ! (
examples they have pointed out, I have *
been reluctantly compelled to admit the 1
charge was not without some foundation. *
I encounter every day in my rambles
women who in every respect but this
one might be looked upon as charming;
bright, smartly dressed and neat, they *
seem to lack the one thing necessary to
make the mere regarding of them a *
treasure ? namelv. a erraceful carriage. ! ^
Every variety of gait is to be encoun-1
tered, but the most common one seems a r
sort of pigeon strut, with the head far j?
in advance of the feet aud the centre of |
gravity, jerking spasmodically from side ' s
to side like a weather cock in a gale of I ^
Wind. An exaggerated toumure?I be- j
lieve that m the proper name for it?'
lends an additional emphasis to this os-!1
cillatiog movement, ana at times the ef-; c
feet wrought surpasses the droll and
verges on the ridiculous. Occasionally I r
come face to face with a free, high-! *
stepping maid or matron, who, with
head erect, shoulders squared and grace s
ftxlly drooping arms, passes onward with I
a generous, yet not too assertive movement,
that in a measure compensates one
for the wealth of awkwardness pre- ?
viously witnessed. If I were permitted
% voice in the matter, I should say give ,
pur women and girls fewer Browning j j
clubs and tennis courts and import a
round dozen or so of foreign instructors '
in the art of physical deportment. I'll !
wager the end of the first season would 3
ihow a maricea improvement.?unicago
Journal. \
Married in Style for Thirty Dollars.
While wending his way through that; j
greatest of all business thoroughfares, j j
the Bowery, the other day, a New York j
iSun man's attention was attracted by a (
placard over the door of a dressmaking
establishment, which read:
: WEDDING ROBES TO HIRE. I
Entering the hallway he mounted a ;
flight of stairs a^d opened a large door !
npon the glass in which were signs indicating
that a modist held forth inside.
A pretty little French girl greeted the ;
reporter with a bewitching smile, and
with just the slightest accent asked his I
business Upon being told that the j
visitor aesiiei to see the proprietor, she .
hastened away and in a few moments a
tall, good-looking Frenchman made his
appearance.
"What-, can T do for Monsieur?" he I
asked, smiling and rubbing bis hands. |
' ? "I would like to see some wedding
robes," replied the reporter.
"Thinking of getting married, eh?"
"With an eye to business the dressmaker
threw open the doors of several!
large wardrobes and the reporter gazed j
in silrnt admiration upon a number of j
magnificent wedding gowns.
"What do you charge for these
(dresses?"
I "Well, they all bring different prices.
This one," and the modist lifted out a
beautiful garment of white satin
trimmed with lace, "is very beautiful.
It cost $200, but all I charge for the use
of it is $30. You see, I am content with
ismall profits, This dress I have realized
j$130 on now, but it will stand six or
Beven more ceremonies. Of course I
have cheaper gowns, but they arc not
much required, because when one gets
married one may as well get married in
style when it co?ts so little."
( "Who are the people that patronize
you?"
IfeiVv. ' . .
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I "People whom you would least expect
Most of my customers in wedding
gowns have been persons who could well
have afforded to buy their dresses outright.
It is seldom that a lady wears
her wedding dress more than once and
it is, so far as utility is concerned, a
dead loss after the ceremony. I have
about thirty dresses out now and business
is better than I have ever known it
to be."
Just then a handsome turnout stopped
at the door and a very handsome young
woman, accompanied by a more matronly
looking person, alighted. They
knocked timidly at the glass door, and
as the reporter was leaving the enterprising
dressmaker was showing them
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mired aud which seemed to suit their
fancy also.
Mrs. Gladstone.
Xo woman lives a more useful life \
than the wife of England's greatest man. !
Although seventy-six years old, Mrs.
Gladstone has still sufficient energy to
reject the motto adopted by her when
ouly a little girl: "If you want a thing
well done do it yourself/'Her
father, Sir Richard Glynne, Bart.,
of Hawarden Castle, was in the habit of :
saying that even as a child, this pet
daughter evinced a remarkable talent
for leadership: and subsequent events
have proved that the baronet's impression
was correct.
While Mrs. Gladstone was in perfect
sympathy with her husband and ever ;
ready to be of service to him, yet she is i
more interested in raising the moral and i
social standard of those around her than
in anything else.
For years she has not only encouraged
horticulture and florticulture among the |
cottagers in her neighborhood, but has ;
ncrsonallv assisted in the selection of
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plants and the laying out of plats.
She has an abundance of tact and in j
argument she is quite as logical a3 her i
husband. During'a prolonged interview ;
with a particularly combative and un- j
reasoning woman on one occasion her
husband is said to have remarked:
"Well, now, this is rather unprecedented,
you know. My wife usually
talks over the most pertinacious of them
in less time than this. But she'll beat,"
tie added, laughingly, "for she never
fails."
Being quite domestic in her tastes,
Mrs. Gladstone 13 highly delighted to
3nd this talent among her friends. In the
selection of these this lady is never influenced
by ancient birth, wealth or social
position. Her two requirements are
noral worth and brains. Thus the
proudest home in England is always open
:o professional people.
In 1862, during the cotton famine,
Mrs. Gladstone wofked night and day to
tlleviate the misery. She established
in Orphan's Home at (Jiapnam in iooo.
This afterward became a home for incuribles.
Mrs. Gladstone's social, educational
ind charitable projects have always been
ivarmly seconded by her husband, who is
nore proud of his wife thau of anything
lse in the world, not excepting his own
lonorable and brilliant career.
The following story will illustrate
;his lovely woman's great heart:
' Oh, if I could only do something for
pou,"a poor singer whom Mrs. Gladstone
had been able to render a great
jervice once exclaimed,
_ "That is easy, my dear," the lady retponded.
''Easy for me to be of service to you?"
:he lady exclaimed, the grateful tears
lowing down her cheeks.
"Yes; by doing something for some- ;
jody else. A kind word, a bit oF prac- j
;ical advice, a helping hand?even if j
here isn't much in it," Mrs. Gladstone
eplied with a smile, "will always be j
loing something for me. Ana more tnan
hat, my child, it. will be doing somehing
for yourself and something for
3rod."?Detroit Free Press.
Fashion Notes.
Fans are made up entirely of plumes
o match different toilettes.
White cloth jackets braided with meallic
cords are in high favor for dressy ;
vear.
A pretty, graceful little garment is in '
nuslin fichu, and has a frill of lace as an
idge.
Pretty bonnet pins are in the form of a
pray of flowers and leaves, entwined J
vith garnets.
Beefeater hats may be made from the
nany varieties of horse hair braids that I
ome for that purpose.
The newest India silks have the narowest
possible vine of embroidery along
heir trimming selvage.
A single spray of flowers is seen upon ;
;ome of the newest lace parasols, as if j
jlown there by the wind.
A novel color combination is reseda
vith terra-cotta, and both these colors
ire combined with black.
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leason's millinery, and often crown and
>rim show different hues.
Boas of lace, whether they are at:ached
to the hat or worn about the neck
independently, are very stylish.
Many new hats have crowns of fancy
jtraw in peculiar braid and faced with
fancy straw in lattice work patterns.
Foot trimmings on skirts are surely being
revived, and occasionally a single
flounce of considerable depth is seen.
Poppy red, ccru, old ro&e, reseda and
Gobelin blue are popular colors for the !
foundation of dressy black lace toilets. {
Roman moire sashes with lengthwise I
stripes appear this season in rich dark
combinations, and also in the true Roman '
colors.
Lace jabots are again favored as a j
trimming for dressy basques, and are '
especially effective with a single revers ;
of velvet.
French, pinafores cut square at the ,
neck, without any belt at the waist, made
in tine muslin, with lace insertion, are
being adopted for little girls.
Bodices of soft, white silk, with knots '
and drapingsof velvet and black Spanish I
lace, are among the most becoming com- |
ponents of a summer wardrobe.
Serviceable hats for little girls are
made of washing materials in pink, blue
or white, with embroidery edging the
brim and large rosette3 on tne crown.
Pompadour striped sashes are new, and
are composed of bands of heavy tinted j
satin strewn with small flowers in natural '
colors, alternating with moire stripes. I
Red silks, with white tigisrcs or stripes, :
trimmed with white lace, and having a
soft vest of white silk muslin, are used j
for some very elective summer gowns.
Bridesmaids wear often the soft China
silks, or even surah, in white or pale !
colors, made with long, fully curved
dr.peries, simply bordered with inch- 1
wide ribbon, which also edges the hardly- :
seen pleating at foot of the skirt.
The poppy bonnet has one row, tho ,
outer one, of velvet petals, and over that j
another of silken ones is set lightly atop |
the head, finished off with tali clustered I
buds and a knot of lace, and warranted '
to make any young woman not a veritable j
gorgon look suspiciously fairy-like oece j
in life if no more. j
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POPULAR SONGS.
CURIOUS ORIGIN OF A NUMBER
OF FAMILIAR BALLADS.
What Suggested "Put Me in My
Little Bert"?History of a College
Song?The Peculiar Origin
of "Evangeline," Etc.
It would seem almost that in later
years the success of a son# has been in
direct proportion to the frivolity of its
subject. The composer, Dexter Smith,
is known to have made several attempts
before hitting the public taste, although
he had written many beautiful \erses.
Upon one occasion he took a copy of a
very carefully written composition to his
publisher, and that gentleman suggested
to him that he should publish it in a
first-class magazine, admitting frankly
that it was too good for him to make
available.
"What, then, does the public want?"
queried the astonished author.
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and the publisher read to him several
extracts from the latest successful ballads.
Smith was disgusted and left the office.
As, in deep reflection, he strode
along the streets of Boston he heard an
untidy urchin cry out to his mother:
"Say, ma'am, put me in my little bed."
There is a subjcct, thought the song
writer, and on reaching homo he proceeded
to write out what he considered
the flattest song of which he was capable.
The result of his cifort was gladly accepted
by the publisher and, to the poet's
surprise, seemed equally to please the
public. In short, it was this song which
first made the author famous, and the
sale of "Put Me in My Little Bed" soon
reached an enormous figure.
Probably no American song has a
more curious history than the favorite
college melody, "It Wa3 My Last Cigar."
The words were written some forty years
ago by a student at Yale College named
Condit, and handed to James M. Hubbard?now
an important government
mail official, but at that time professor
of music at Yale?for him to^et to music.
This Mr. Hubbard did at a single sitting,
and the MS. was sent to New York for
publication. A copyright was then secured
by filing in the office of the Probate
Court in each county. Hubbard
took a proof-sheet of the song, and
handed it with the fee to a Mr. Cleveland,
who was a c'.erk in the office of
Probate Judge Blackman, and gave no
more thought to the matter for some
time. The song spread from college to
college, and after a year or two the author
found that it was beiugpublisnedall
over the country without either credit or
pecuniary benefit to himself.
On hastening to claim his royalties,
Mr. Hubbard was defied and told that
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proved to be the fact. The friend to
whom the music and fees had been given
had fallen dead the day after the trust
had been committed to him. Ten years
afterwards the identical proof-sheet given
to Cleveland was found?still rolled up
and covered with dust?thrown up out
of sight upon the top of a bookcase in
the Probate Clerk's office in New Haven.
Over a million copies of the song had
been sold by one Boston firm alone, who
admitted that they had made the largest
profits they had ever made on a single
sheet of music; but neither the author
of the words nor of the music ever realized
a penny from this, the most popular
college song ever written.
One of the mo3t curiously written of
compositions is the celebrated song,
"Evangeline," by Will S. Hays, the prolific
song writer, author of "Moliie Darling,"
"Nora O'Neil,'' and Some 200
other melodies.
"Evangeline" is without doubt the
song on record to be penned upon a plank
fence. It was one of Hays's earliest lyrics,
and was the result of a frolic, being
written when he was quite youDg.
The author was one of a party who one
evening chanced to attend a social gathering
in a small village in Kentucky.
Among the ladies present wns one who
so strikingly resembled the ideal portrait
of Longfellow's "Evangeline" that she
was at once given that nickname by the
young composer.
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tette and had given a large number of
popular selections during the evening.
It was a bright, moonlight night when
they started to return home, ana "Evangeline"
suggested that they try some
new song.
"I will write you a 6ong," said Hays,
"if you will promise to sing it before we
go home."
This was enthusiastically agreed to.
It so happened that there was a new
white plank fence just opposite them at
that time. A fire had recently been
built near by and a number of charred
sticks lay scattered around. Picking
up several of these Hays walked over to
the fence and proceeded to write the
first verse of his song on the top plank,
and the notes for the quartette of voices
on the four planks beneath, As all
could read music they stood back a short
distance and had no difficulty in singing
it.
The girls insisted on having a chorus,
and the author went to the end of the
fence and there wrote out the chorus.
The party sung it over, and at last went
home with it on their lips.
The following day Mr. Hays was requested
by "Evangeline" to write out
a copy on paper, but he laughingly told
her that she could go down to the fence
and copy it off. The young lady took
him at his word, and though it was
raining hard she started out and returned
with the words and music complete.
To reward her Hays then added another
verse, and soon after the lady returned
to her home in St. Louis, taking
the song with her. On her singing it
there it attracted much attention, and
she finally sent it back to the author to
have it published.
The manuscript was sent to nearly
every publisher in America; but, like
Dexter Smith's song, was probably
regarded as too good, and was returned
until it was nearly worn out. The only
o?er made for it was one of $10, which
the writer refused, but indignantly made
the publisher a present of the song, saying
that it would teach him how little
music publishers know of the real value
of compositions.
The song-writers words indeed proved
true, out not to nis own prom, as nc
received no remuneration whatever,
while the lucky publisher disposed of
not less than 1500, UOO copies.
It is safe to say that, after this experience,
the talented writer was somewhat
more business-like in his methods,
since he has realized well on his many
later compositions. The owner of
"Evangeline," however, wa9 never able
to obtain another lyric from his pen,
though he afterwards offered as high as
$300 for a single song.?Detroit Free
Press.
Silver has turned up in South Africa
to a degree to produce a uew mining
fever.
He who is in love with hiroaelf has
uo rival.
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WORDS OP WISDOM. I
To be angry is to revenge the faults of
others upon ourselves.
Some natures are so sour and ungrateful
that they are never to be obliged.
The lasting and crowning privilege, or
rather property, of friendship is constancy.
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Anxiety is the poison of human life.
It is the parent of many sins and of more
miseries.
Title and ancestry render a good name
more illustrious, but an ill one more contemptible.
Many a man passes by a little spring of
cool, pure water, to drink at last from a
hog wallow.
One devious step at first stepping out
frequently leads a person into a wilderness
of doubt and error.
To take away rewards and punishments
is only pleasing to a man who re- i
solves not to live morally.
It does not pay to hire help you have |
to quarrel with, or to work for a person
with whom you desire to quarrel. 1
When men dare not tell the truth of |
themselves, how can they be expected to i
always tell the truth about others?
Thi3 mystery of sleep I This great
mystery of waking! If we could fathom
them, we should have fathomed our- J
selves, and life and death!
Thousands whom indolence has sunk
in contemptible obscurity might have
come forward to the highest distinction,
if idleness had not frustrated the effort
of all their powers.
No better cosmetics than a severe temperance
and purity, modesty and humility,
a gracious temper and calmness
of spirit; no true beauty without the signature
of these graces in the very countenance.
Courage that grows from constitution
very often forsakes a man when he has
occasion for it; and when it is only a
kind of instinct in the soul, it breaks
out on ali occasions, without judgment
or discretion.
To insure long life recreation should
be apart of our daily life. It makes the
busy man thoughtful and the thoughtful
busy. It insures health, success, and the
accomplishment of more work in less
time, and better.
Clay Tobacco Pipe9.
There are few industries the processes
of which are more interesting, asserts
the New York Sun, than that of the
mauufacture of clay tobacco pipes. The
mruiptor ropAntlu' wanriprpd?mrtrA Htr
chance than interest?into a factory
where many bushels of the popular clay
pipe are daily made and shipped to all
parts of the country. Over 5000 gross,
or nearly a million cheap clay pipes, are
annually sent out from this factory alone.
Said the proprietor of the establish-'
ment visited when asked by the writer
for some information concerning the
mauner in which the pipes were made:
"We manufacture more than a dozen different
varieties and designs of clay
pipes."
"The clay used in making the pipes,"
went on the manufacturer, "is obtained
chiefly Irom pits located iu New Jersey,
although there is a large bed of clay
being worked at Glen Cove, Long Island.
The clay costs $3 a ton at the mines,
but, with freight charges, etc., it:
amounts to $5 a ton before it is landed
at the factory. Ae soon as it arrives the
clay is spread out and seasoned by being
exposed to the heat of the sun, which
generally occupies several days. It is
then mixed with water and passed
through a mill, which crushes it and removes
the stones and grit which cling
to the crude iclay. It is then kneadea
with the hands in the same manner
in which bread is kneaded and freed i
fro n all foreign substances. ; i
"After the clay has been -brought to; 1
the proper consistency it is carried to a J
workman called a 'roller,' who sits before
a bench, on the top of which lies a
smooth, square board. In making a pipe
the 'roller' takes in each hind a small
lump of the fresh clay and deftly rolls it ]
out to the desired length and thickness, >
leaving a knob-like lump at the end of j
each piece, which later is formed into
the bowl of the pipe.
'At this stage of its manufacture the '
half-made pipe is laid upon a measure,
which marks the regulation length of
the stem, If the latter has been made
too long it is then clipped off. "When a'
dozen pipes have been thus formed, they
are passed to another workman, who
sits at a complicated machine, in which
the pipes are further manipulated. The 1
man at the muchine first oils the clay,
after which he places the rudely shaped |
pipes in a mold and inserts an oiled
and polished wire through the stems, j
making the aperture through which the <
smoke is drawn in using. The mold is y
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superfluous clay is forced out.
"Ths pipes have now taken on their
final shape and are laid in the sun to dry,
after which they are polished and put in
a large earthen receptacle called a 'sagger,'
which is.covercd and arranged with
a dozen other saggers in the klin. The
door of the klin is then securely fastened
and the fire, which is fed with char coal
and coke, is started and kept at a white
heat for fifteen or twenty hours. The
fire ia then allowed to die out slowly,
and when quite extinguished the doors
are opened, the saggers allowed to cool
and their contents examined. The pipes,
which before were of a dull blue color
and very limp and soft, have become
perfectly white and hard. The finished
pipes that hnve been examined and
found perfect are carefully packed in
barrels and boxes, and are then ready
for shipment.
The Despised Blackberry.
The blackberry is held in high esteem
for table use and lor preserve.^ but the
I people of this section fail to utilize fully
] a bounty which is but half appreciated.
North Carolina makes annually more than
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| a million OI uuuurs uct iium iuc uiata- i
i berry by sun drying them. They are in ]
great request, and markets are already j
opened up. It is believed that it would ,
be necessary in this section to dry them' j
by the use of evaporators, yet it would *
pay even to go to the expense of buying 1
evaporators, and drying the berries on a J
large scale. It would afford remunera- (
tive employmeut to hundreds of women <
and children. But there is no immediate 1
prospect of such enterprise, and in the '
meantime hundreds of bushels of berries j
dry up on the bushes in this section, or |
go to feed the birds and animals which i
Feast on them. One of the best uses to '
which the blackberry can be put is the
manufacture of cordial, The decoction j
has medical properties of the highest order
as a corrective and mild astringent, <
and every household should be provided
with a supply. The recipe, which has
been used in this city with the most signal
success, is as follows: Boil the berries
until thoroughly done and strain them. 1
To two quarts of juicc add one pound of J
light brown sugar, and put in one tablespoonful
each of cinnamon, spice and
cloves. Boil this until it begins to ;
thicken, and strain, or leave spices if
wished.? Albany (Ga.) News.
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY
SERMON.
Subject: "None Like Jesus."
Text: "Unto you therefore which believe
He is preciousL Peter ii, 7.
We had for many years in this country
commercial depression. What was the matter
with the stores? With the harvests?
With the people? Lack of faith. Money
enough, goods enough, skillful brains
enough, industrious hands enough, but
no faith. Now, what damages the commercial
world damages the spiritual. Our
In/Or in fTl.-i.
Ki^ctu laca. is iuitu. lUUli lb LllW UU
which eternity turns. "O,*' says some one in
the audience, "I have faith. I believe Christ
came down to save the world." I reply that
in worldly matters when you have faith you
always act upon it For instance, if I could
show you a business operation by which you
could make $5000 you would immediately
go into it. You would prove your faith in
what I tell you by your prompt and immediate
action. Now, if what you call faith in
Christ has led you to surrender your entire
nature to Jesus, and to corresponding action
in your life, it is genuine faith, and if it has
not, it is not faith at all
There are some things which I believe
with the head. Then there are other things
which I believe with the heart. And then
there are other things which I believe both
with the head and heart. I believe, for instance,
that Cromwell lived. That is a matter
of the head. Then there are other
things which 1 believe with the heart and
not with the head. That is, I have no especial
reason for believing them, and yet I
want to believe them, and the wish is the
father to the expectation. But there is a
very great difference between that which we
believe about ourselves and that which we believe
about others. For instance, you remember
not a great while ago there was a disaster
in Pennsylvania; amid the mines; there was
in explosion amid the damps, and many lives
were lost In the morning you picked up
pour newspaper and saw that there had been
i great disaster in Pennsylvania. You said:
"Ah, what a sad thing is this; how many
lives l03tl 0, what sorrow!" Then you read
i little further on. There had been an almost
miraculous effort to get these men out, and a
few had been saved. "Oh," you said, "what
i brave thing, what a grand thing that waa!
How well it was done!'' Then you folded the
paper up and sat down to your morning repast.
Your appetite had not been interfered
with, and during that day, perhaps, you
thought only two or three times of the disister.
But suppose you and I had been in the
nine, and the dying bad been all around us,
rod we had heard the pickaxes just above us
u they were trying to work their way down,
tnd after a while we saw the light, and then
;he life bucket let down through the shaft,
ind, suffocated and half dead, wo had just
itrength enough to throw ourselves over into
it, and bad beeu hauled ont into the light
rhen what an appreciation we would have
lad of the agony and the darkness beneath,
rod the joy of deliverance. That io the difference
between believing a thing about
)thers and believing it about ourselves.
We take up the bible aud read that Christ
"ame to save the world. "That was beautiful,"
you say, "a fine specimen of self-denial,
rhat was very grand, indeed." Bat suppose
tis found that we ourselves were down in
he mine of sin and in the darkness, and
Christ stretched down his arm of mercy
ihrough the gloom and lifted us out of the
Dit, and set our feet on the Ro? of Ages,
ind put a new song into our mouth. Oh,
;hen it is a matter of handclapring; it is a
natter of deep emotions. Which kind of
!aith have you, my brother?
It is faith that makes a Christian, and it i3
:he proportion of faith that makes thedifferjnce
between Christiana What was it that
ifted Paul and Luther and Payson and
Doddridge above tne ordinary level or unria;ian
character? It wa3 the simplicity, the
arilliancy, the power and the splendor of
;heir faith. On, that we had more of it!
jod give us more faith to preach and more
faith to hear. Lord! we believe, help Thou
jur unbelief!" "To you which beLeve He is
precious."
First: I remark Christ is precious to the
oeliever, as a Saviour from sin. A man says:
uTo whom are you talking? I am one of the
most respectable men in this neighborhood;
Jo you call me a sinner?" Yes! "The heart
is deceitful above all things and desperately
wicked." You say: "How do you know anything
about my heart?" I know that about
it, for God announces it in His word; and
what God says is always right When a
man bccomes a Christian people say: "That
man sets himself above us." Oh, no! Instead
Df setting himself up he throws himself
lown. He cries out: "I was lost once, but
now I am found. I was blind once, but now
I see. I prostrate myself at the foot of the
cross of tne Saviour's mercy."
What a grand thing it is to feel that all
the bad words I have ever uttered, and all
the bad deeds I have ever done, and all the
bad thoughts that have gone through my
mind, are as though they never had been.for
the sake of what Christ has done. You
know there is a difference m stains. Some
can be washed out by water, but others re?:?HAr?ni<ofinn
T'ha cin of thfi
quire a uuewiuui pcpaiomvu.
heart is so black and indelible a mark that
no human application can cleanse it, while
the blood of Jesus Christ can wash it out forever.
0, the infinite, the omnipotent chemistry
of the Gospell Some man says: "I be*
lieve all that. I believe God has forgiven the
most of my sins, but there is one sin I cannot"1
forget" What is it ? I do not want to kno w11
what it is, but I take the responsibility of
saying that God will forgive it as willingly
as any other sin.
O'er sins like mountains for tbelr size,
Tee seas of sovereign grace expand,
The seas of sovereign grace ariseThere
was a very good man about seventy Ive
years of age, that onve said: "I believe
jrod has forgiven me, but there was one sin
vhich I committed when I was about twenty
rears of age that I never forgave myself for,
ind I can't feel happy when I think of it."
3e said that one sin sometimes come over his
leart, and blotted out all his hope of heaven.
tVhy, he lacked in faith. The grace that can
'orgive a small sin can forgive a large sin.
Mighty to save. Mighty to save. Who is
ihe God like unto our God, that pardoneth
niquitv? 0, what Jesus is to the soul that
jelieves in himl The soul looks up into
Christ's face and says: "To what extent
wilt thou forgive me if" And Jesus looks back
nto his face and says: "To the uttermost."
rhe soul says: "Will it never be brought up
igain?" "Never," says Christ. ''Won't it
ye brought up again in the Judgment Day?"
'No," says Christ, "never in the Judgment
Day." What bread is to the hungry, what
larbor is to be bestormed, what Tight is to
;he blind, what liberty is to the captive,
;hat, and more than that, is Christ to the
nan who trusts him.
Just try to get Christ away from that
Christian. Put on that man the thumb
icrew. Twist it until the bones < rack. Put
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/IIlit LWl IlllfU l>iiu II UU UUUK UJL 9CV/UU1UU until
t is mashed to a pulp. Stretch that man on
/he rack of the Inquisition, and louder than
ill the uproar of the persecutors, you will
lear his voice like the voice of Alexander Le
2roix. above the crackling fagots a3 he cried
>ut: "O Jesus! O; my olessed Jesusl O,
livina Jesus! who would not die for thee?"
Again: I remark that Christ is precious to
he believer, as a friend. You have commer:ial
friends and vou have family friends. To
;he commercial friend you go when you have
business troubles. You can look back to
lome day?it may have been ten or twenty
rears ago?when, if you had not had that
.'riend, you would have been entirely overihrown
in businesa But I want to tell you
;his morning of Jesus, the best business
friend a man ever had. He can pull you
5Ut of the worst perplexities. There are
people in this audience who have got in
the habit of putting down all their
worldly troubles at the feet of Jesus. Why,
Christ meets the business mnn on the street
ind says: "0, business man, I know all thy '
troubles. I will be with thee. I will see thee
through." Look out how you try to corner
>r trample on a man who is backed up by the
Lord Cod Almighty. Look out how you
trample on him. O, there is a financier that
:nany of our business men have not found
3Ut. Christ owns all the boards of trade, all
the insurance companies and all the banking
houses. They say that the Vanderbilts own
the railroads; but Christ owns the Vander'
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Diits ana tuu ranmaas, ana an mo piui/tmgo
of stock gamblers shall bo put to confusiou,
and God with His little finger shall wipe out
their infamous projects. How oft n it has
been that we have seen men gather up riches
by fraud, in a pyramid of strength and
beauty, and tho Lord came and blew on it
and it whs gone: while there are those here
to day who,if they could s;>eak out in this assemblage,
or dared to speak out. would say:
"The best friend I had in 1837; the best friend
Iliad in 1857; the best friend I had at the
opening of the war; the best friend I ever
had has been the Lord Jesus Christ. I would
rather give up all other friends than this
one"'
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But we have also family friends. They
come in when we have sickness in the household.
Perhaps they say nothing, but they
sit down and they weep as the light goes out
from the bright eyes and the white petals of
the lily are scattered in the blast of death.
They watch through the long night by the
dying couch, and then, when the spirit has
gone, sooth you with great comfort. They
say: "Don't cry. Jesus pities you. All is
welL You will meet the lost one again."
Then, when your sou went off, breaking your
heart, did they not come and put the story in
the very best shape and prophecy the return
of the prodigal? Were they not in your
house when the birth angel flapped its wings
over your dwelling? And they have been
there at the baptisms and at the weddings.
Family friends! But I have to tell you that
Christ is the best family friend. Oh,
blessed is that cradle over which Jesus
bands. Blessed is that nursery where Jesus
walks. Blessed is that sick brow from which
Jesus wipes the dampness. Blessed is that
table where Jesus breaks the bread. Blessed
is that grave where Jesus stands with His
scarred feet on the upturned sod, saying: "I
am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth
in Me, though he were dead, yet shall
he live." Have you a babe in the house!
Put it into the arms of the great Child i
Lover. Is there a sick one in the house!
Think of Him who said: ' Damsel, arise."
Areyou afraid you will come to want? Think
of Him who fed the five thousand. Is there
a little one in your house that you are afraid
will be blind or deaf or lame? Think of
Him who touched the blinded eye and
snatched back the boy from epileptic convulsion.
Oh, He is the best friend. Look
over your family friends to-day and find another
that can be compared to Him. When
we want our friends they are sometimes
out or town Uhrlst is always in town.
We find that some will stick to us in
prosperity who will not in adversity.
But Christ comes through darkest nignt
and amid ghastly sorrow, and across
roughest sea, to comfort you. There are
men and women here who would have been
dead twenty years ago but for Jesus. They
have gone through trial enough to exhaust
ten times their physical strength. Their
property went, their health went, their families
were scattered. God only knows what
thev suffered. Thev are an amazement to
themselves that they have been able to stand
it. They look at their onco happy home, i
surrounded by all comfort Gone! They
think of the time when thev use to rise ]
strong in the morning and walk vigorously ;
down the street, and had experienced a i
health they thought inexhaustible. Gone I
Everything gone but Jesus. He has pitied
them. HLs eye has watched them. His om- !
nipotence has defended them. Yes, He has 1
been with them. They have jrone through ;
disaster,and He was a pillar of fire by night. |
They have gone across stormy Galilee, but
Christ had His foot on the neck of the storm.
They felt the waves of trouble coming up
around them gradually, and they began to
climb into the strong rock of God's defense,
and then they sang, as they looked
over the waters: 4,God is our refuge and
strength, an ever present help In time of
trouble; therefore we will not fear though
tbe earth be removed, though the monntnfna
be carried into the midst of the sea, though
the waters thereof roar and be troubled,
though the mountains shake with the swelling
thereof. Selah." The other day there
was a sailor who came into the Bethel in New
York, and said: "My lads (he was standing
among sauors), i done Know wnats ine ,
matter with me. I used to hear a good deal
about religion and about Jesus Christ I
don't know that I bave any religion, or that
I know anything much about Christ; but
when I was in mid-Atlantic I looked up one
day through the rigging, and there seemed to
come light through my soul. I hare felt different
ever since, and I love those 1 once
bated, and I feel a joy I can't tell you. I
really don't know what is the matter of me."
A rough sailor got up and said: "My lad, I
know what's the matter of you. Ton have
found Jesus. It is enough to make any man
happy."
His worth If all the n&Uons knew
Sure the whole earth would love him too.
I remark again: Christ is precious to the
believer, as a final deliverer. You and 1
must after awhile get out of this world.
Here and there, one perhaps may come on to
eighty, to ninety years of age, but your common
sense tells you that the next twenty-five
years will land the majority of this audience
in eternity. The next ten years will thin out
a great many of these family circles. This
day may do the work for some of U3. Now,
why do I say this? To scare you? No; but
just as I would stand in your office, if I were
a business man, and talk over risks. Ton do
nnfc r.nnsidflr it cowardlv to talk in VOUT
store over temporal risks. Is it base In us
this morning to talk a little while over the
risks of the soul, that are for eternity! In
every congregation death has the last
year been doing a great deal of
work. Where is your father? Where
is your mother? Your child? Your brother?
Your sister? O, how cruel does death seem
to be! Will he pluck avery flower? Will he
prison every fountain! Will He put black on
every door knob? Will He snap every heart
string? Can I keep nothing? Are there no
charmed weapons with which to go out and
contend against Him? Give me some keen
sword, sharpened in Gods armory, with
which I may stab him through. Give me
some battle ax that I may clutcn it, and hew
him from helmet to sandal. Thank God,
thank God, that be that rideth on the pale
horse hath more than a match In Him who
rideth on the white horse. St. John heard
the contest, the pawing of the steeds, the
rush, the battle cry, the onset, until the pale
horse came down on his haunches, ana his
rider bit the dust, while Christ the conqueror,
with uplifted voice, declared it: "Oh
> death, X win oe my piague; \j grave, ? ww
> be thy destruction."
The sepulcher is a lighted castle on the
shore of heavenly seas, and sentinel angels
walk up and down at the door to guard it.
The dust and the dampness of the grave are
only the spray of the white surf of celestial
seas, and the long breathing of the dying
Christian, that you call his gasping, is only
the long inhalation of the air of heaven. Oh,
bless God for what Christ is to the Christian
soul, here and hereafter!
I heard a man say some time ago that they
never laugh in heaven. I do notToiow where
he got his authority for that. I think they
do laugh in heaven. When victors come
home, do we not laugh? When fortunes are
won in a day, do we not laugh? After we
have been ten or fifteen years away from
our friends and we greet them again, do we
not laugh? Yes, we will laugh in heaven.
Not hollow laughter, not meaningless
io tighter hut a full, round, clear,'
deep, resonant outbreak of eternal
gladness. Oh, the glee of that moment when
we first see Jesus? I think we will take the
first two or three years in heaven to look al
Jesus: and if, in ten thousand years, there
i hould .be a moment when the doxology
paused, ten thousand souls would cry out:
"Sing! sing!" and when'the cry was: "Wiat
shall we sing?" the answer would be: "Jesus!
Jesu3!" Oh, you may have all the crowns in
heavon; I do not care so much about them.
You may have all the robes in heaven; I do
not care so much about them. You may
have all the sceptres in heaven; I do not care
so much about them. You may have all the
thrones in heaven; I do not care so much
about them. But give me Jesus?that is
enough heaven for me. 0 Jesus! I long to
see Thee. Thou "Chief among ten thousand,
the One altogether lovely."
There may be some here who have come
hardly knowing why they come. Perhaps it
was a3 in Paul's time?you have come to hear
what this babbler sayeth; but I am glad to
meet you face to face, and to strike hands
with you in one earnest talk about your
deathless spirit Do you know, my friend,
that this world is not good enough for you!
It cheats. It fades. It dies. You are immortal.
I see it in the deathless spirit looking out from
Ti. .*? ? ervtVif If. 1C on
your eye. jlu is a an^uvj opuv. *w +>->
immortal spirit It boats against the window
of the cage. I come out to feed it. During
the past week the world has been trying to
feed it with husks. I come out this moruing
to feed it with that bread of which if a man
eat he will never hunger. What has the
world done for you? Has it not bruised you?
Hos it not betrayed you? Has it not maltreated
you? Look me in the eye, immortal
man, arid tell me if that is not so. And yet,
will you trust it? 0, I wish that you could
forget me, the weak and sinful man?that I
might vanish from your sight this morning,
and that Jesus might come in. Aye, he
comes here this morning to plead for your
soul?comes in all covered with the wounds
of Calvary. He says: "O, immortal man!
I died for thee. I pit}' thee. I come to save
thee. With these hands, torn and crushed 1
will lift thee up into pleasures that never
die." Who will reject?who will drive him
back? When Christ was slain on the cross,
they had a cross, and they had nails, and
they had hammers. You crucify by your
sin, O impenitent soul, the Lord Jesus Christ
Here is a cross; but where are the nailsWhere
are the hammers? "Ah," says some
one rejecting Christ, some one standing a
long way off, "I will furnish the nails. I
don't believe in that Jesus. I will furnish
the nails." Now we have the nails; who will
furnish the hammers? "Ah," says some hard
heart, "I will furnish the hammers." Now
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we have the nails and the hammers. We
have no spears; who will furnish the spears?
"Ah," says some one long in the habit of sin
and rejection of Christ's mercy: "I will furnish
them." Now we have all the instruments;
the cross, the nails, the hammers, the
spears, and the crucifixion goes on. O, the
darkness! 0, the pang! O, the tears! O,
the death! ''Behold the Lamb of God, that
takest away the sin of the world.n
Lord Jeeus, help that man. He sits far
back to-day. He does not like to come forward.
He feels strange in a religious assemblage.
He thinks, perhaps, we do no want
him. 0, Jesus, take that trembling hand.
Put thine ear to that agitated heart mid hear
how it beats. O, lift the iron gate of that v
prison house and let that man go free.
Lord Jesus, help that woman. She is a
wanderer. No tears can she weep. See,
Lord Jesus, that polluted soul; see tnat blistered
foot. No church for her. No good
cheer for her. No hope for her. Lord Jesus,
K to that soul. Thou wilt not stone her.
t the red hot chain, that burns to the bono
till the bloody ichor hisses in the heat, snap
at thy touch. O, have mercy on Mary Magdalene.
Lord Jesus, help that young man. He took
money out of his employer's till. Didst Thou
Bee it? The clerks were all gone. The lightB
were down. The shutters were up. Didst
Thou see it? 0, let him not fall into the pit.
Rememberest Thou not his mother's prayers?
She can pray for him no more. Lord Jesus,
touch him on the shoulder. Touch him on
the heart Lord, save that young man.
There are many young men here. I got a
letter from one of them, who is probably
here to-day,and I shall have no other opportunity
of answering that letter. Ton say
you believe in me. O, do you believe in - ,
Tflotio) T /innw Af satVA Tf/Mi M*r dAait K?l/\f.tiaP
J uo J ivauuuuoaro ;uu, uij uoai vi vvuvt*
Christ can. He wants and waits to save too.
and He comes to-day to save you. Will
70a have Him? I do not know what
>ur young men do without Christ?how
they get on amid all the temptations and
trials to which they are subjected. 0, young
men,come to Christ to-day, and put your soul
and you r interest for this life and for the
next into his keeping. In olden timee, you
know, a cup bearer, would bring wine or.
water to the king, who would drink it, first
tasting it himself, to show that there was no
poison in it. then passing it to the ldng, who
would drink it. The highest honor that I
ask is that I may be cup bearer to-day to
your soul I bring you this water of everlasting
life. I have been drinking of it. It
has never done me any harm. O, drink it
and live forever. And let that aged man put
his head down on the staff, and let that poor
widowed soul bury her worried face in her
handkerchief, and these little children fold *
their hands in prayer, while we commend
you to Him who was wounded'for our transgression
and bruised for ,our iniquities; for
to you which believe He is precious.
TFMPIfT? AWf!P. 1
JL UJJli. .UXV1X11 VJUM
Bane and Boon.
And may a bane become a boon)
Are cursed born to bless?
Can midnight shine with rays of moon?
Will vice win virtue's drees?
That doctrine was in Eden taught,
And lo. earth has the fruit;?
Bad boast that blessing would be wrought?
Figs reaped from thistle root!
The laws of God are not repealed,
However men may dare;
Wheat still unfolds to wheaten yield,
Tare yet produces tare.
Whatever poisons human veins,
Corrupts the human race;
And drunkenness Inflicts its stains,
That time may not efface.
If States approve and license give,
The crime is but the worse;
The righteous host of Heaven will live '
And curse will follow curse.
Ah! men are 'wildered by their taste
And by their lust for gain;
Their vices only work their waste
And sting at last with pain.
?Rev. F. DenUon,
"tsoy uiiiy mm luc uccr"Boy
Billy" was the adopted son of Christ
tian Zende, an honest German, who was
much shocked one day at seeing the boy in
lager-beer saloon, tossing off a foaming glajff
of Deer. He bade the boy go home, but saia:
nothing till evening. After tea, Zende sektpd
himself at the table, and placed before him a;
variety of things. Billy looked on with'
curiosity.
"Come here, Billy," said Christian Zende.
"Why were you in the beer-shop to-dayf
Why do you drink beer, my boy?"
"0?0?because it's good," said Billy,:
boldly. 1
"No, Billy, it is not good to the mouth. I
did never see so big faces as you did make.
Billy, you think it will taste good byand-by,]
and it looks like a man to drink, and so you
drink. Now, Billy, if it is good have it I
will not hinder you from what is good and
manly, but drink it at home, take yonr drink
pure, Billy, and let me pay for it. Come.*myboy!
You like beer. Well, open yourf'
mouth. I have all the beer stuff, pure from
the shop. Come, open your mouth, and I
will put it in." 1
' Billy drew near, but kept his mouth close
shut.. Said Zende, "Don't make me mad,
Billy. Open your mouth."
Thus exnorted, Billy opened his mouth, and
17 ?* ? Wf nf olnm in it BillT
ZJCUUO put a onmu wiv v? %M%MM ,
drew up his face. A bit of aloes followed.
This was worse. Billy winced. The last
mor3el of red pepper, now, from a knifepoint.
made Billy howL
"What, not like beer?" said Zende. "Opea
your mouth." A knife dipped in oil of turpentine
made Billy cry.
"Open your mouth, the beer is not half
made yet."
And Billy's tongue got the least dusting of
lime and potash'ana saleratus. Billy now
cried loudly. Then came a grain of licorice,
hop pollen and saltpetre.
"Look, Billyl Here is some arsenic, and ,
some strychnine which is used, to kill ratal*
"1 shall die! O?O?O?do you want to kill
me, Father Zende!" .
"Kill him! just by a little beer, all good
and pure! He tells me he likes beer, and it is
* ' 1 ?? T cnma
manly to arm* is, anu wucm^nguiu.
he cries I kill him. Here is water. Therb is
much water in beer."
Billy drank the water eagerly. Zende went
on.
' There is much alcohol in beer. Here!
open your mouth," and he dropped four
drop3 of raw spirit carefully1 on his tongue.
Billy went dancing about tne room and then
ran for more water.
"Come here, the beer is not done, Billy;*
and seizing him, he put the cork of an am?
monia bottle to his lips, then a drop of honey,
a taste of sugar, a drop of molasses, a drop of
gall. ''There, Billy! nere is jalap, copperas,
sulphuric acid and nux vomica. Open your
mouth."
"Oh, no, no," said Billy. "Let me go. I
hate beer. I'll never drink any more! Til
never go in that shop again. Oh, let me gof
1 can't eat those things. My mouth tastes
awful now. Oh, take them away, Father
Zende!"
"Take them away! Take away good beer
when I have paid for it. My, boy, you
drank them fast to-day."
"Oh, they make me sick. Said Billy.
"A man drinks all these bad things mixed
up in water. He gets red in the face; he gets
big in the body; he gets shaky in his hands;
he gets weak in his eyes; he gets mean in his
manners."
Billy was satisfied on the l>eer question.?
Little Star from the German.
Temperance News and Notes.
The next annual convention of the Jtfa|
w r. T. U. will be held in New York.
bivuui ? -- - White
Ribbon Cottage is the headquarters
of New Jersey W. C. T. U. at Ocean Grove.
Mr. Robert T. Booth, the celebrated
tempc-raace lec'.urer, has returned to Australia.
Eighty-nine Catholic priests of Chicago
signed the petition asking that the saloons of
that city be clos;d on Sunday.
Miss C. S. Burnett, formerly of Ohio, but
morj recently of Utah, has gona to California
for a year's work in the temperance
field.
Of the 2100 inmates of the New York
Christian Home for Intemperate Men
during the past ten years, only five have
died.
The IV. C. T. U. of Victoria, Australia, is
making an effort to secure the usa of un?
fermented wine for sacramental purposes in
the churches of that country.
Lucy Davis, of Memphis, Tenn., the
youngest daughter of Mrs. Meri weather,
President of tbe \V. C. T. U. of that State,
has been, since January 1st, resident physician
at the New York Jftfant Asylum, of
which she was second assistant during her
junior year in college. She is said to be ^
most remarkablo young woman, and jier
future holds a world of promise as she is not
vet twenty-five years old.
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