Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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it seems but yesterday. WW Ik seems but yesterday that May TWpped lightly past, nor paused to stay r A moment longer than 'twould take To set her signet near and far, Infield and lane?the daisies' star; To set the grasses all ashake; To kiss the world into a blush Of brier-roses, pink and flush, For summer's sake. Ifrseems but yesterday that June Game piping swoet a medley tune. Whereto the robin and the thrush r Lent each his thrilling throat, the while Tko locust there beside the stile, Duep-hid in tangled weed and brush, Span out the season's skein of heat, t With now a "whirr" of shuttle fleet, And now a hush. It seems but yesterday, and yet To-day I found my garden set In silver, and the roisterer wind Made bold to pluck me by the gown, What time I wandered up and down The path, to see if loft behind Was one last rose that I might press Against my withered cheek, and less Feel time unkind. ?Julie M. Lippmann, in Atlantic Monthly. ' "IT. C. J. MARABON." BY THOMAS DTON ENGLISH. UN. C. J. Harabon," his name stood a the class roll. The rules of the college required that the name of each student should appear in full, and mine was there as Gabriel Pierce Belfort. His was the sole exception, and why it was so, as in the case of Lord Dundreary's puzzle, "no fellow could lind out." When N. C. J. came he declined to comply with the rule and desired to give his - f* J! *1. ~ reasons, conouenuauv, tu tue iauua^. Hat august body, being as curious as ^ t their juniors, met in secret conclave to consider the case and listened to the petitioner. His excuses were sufficient and &ey accorded the exemption. But when he emerged triumphantly from the faculty chamber, just as the' door closed, there was a terrible burst of laughter in his rear. This piqued our curiosity still more. The secret seemed to be impenetrable. N. C. J. himself was as mute as in oyster in the matter, and we dared sot pump the professors, though we always pronounced them to be old pumps. However, N. C. J. turned out to be no end of a good fellow. He was as strong as a bull and as agile as a cat, and after bo had thrashed a half dozen who had andertaken to haze him and proved himself to be the best batter in the ball field he became popular. He used to tell a great many stories of life in North Carolina, from whence he came, and always, ao matter how funny they were, with a gravis face. So we nicknamed him North ^toolina Joker Marrowbone, and it stuck, er part of it, and we addressed him indifferently as North Car'lina, or Joker, er Marrowbone, as the whim struck us, and he took either in good part. Marabon and I became quite intimate. Ife were^chums, passed through our four orvl 1 a era lifft f AfTofVlOr O n H U"Orp graduated at the same time. Then he went back to North Carolina and I took op the study of law and in three years' time was called to the bar. We kept up correspondence, though we did not meet. About two years after we had taken our degree he came to New York and our letters continued. He was quite jieh and liked New York and club life. I was not quite so well off, and lived in Bcantford our county town, rarely going way, even for a vacation. I was quite Mnprised then when one day, a short while after I began practice, he walked into my office. Of course I was glad to see him, seated him in my clients' chair and produced a box of cigars frome one of the drawers. We each lit a cigar when we leaned forward. "Bel," he said?he always called me jo for short?"I'm in a mess of trouble and I must have some advice. I thought ?f you and as I know you are not so great a fool as you look I ran up here by Jhe ten o'clock train to consult you." "Well," said I, not much flattered by of his speech, and determined to retern him a Roland for his Oliver, "the conference of two fools is not likely to MAnnl rrViof 10 if?" lIHUUUU IU 111UV/U J UUU IVAACkV M AVI "It involves a seeret," he said, "which you must consider professional. By the way, what kind of a cigar is this?'' "Key West," I replied laconically. "I thought so. Why don't you smoke Havana?" "Can't afford it." "Can't, eh? Well, partly as a fee and partly out of regard for yours truly, I jfcall send you a hundred of the right sort as soon as I get to town again." "All right, I'll accept them; but am I to wait for your story until the cigars get kere?" "No. You see I've been expecting to worry. The lady has confessed she reriprocates and all was sailing along xnoothly when up pops an obstacle." "Whois the lady, Marrowbone?" "Miss Edith Keteltas. You have heard of her?" "I should think I had. Daughter of aid Keteltas who made his -money in?no natter how he made it?he did make it. Tbe lady is a belle, a beauty, his sole ieiress and every one speaks well of her. iPfennit me to congratulate you. But what is the obstacle?' "Take notice that all this under the stse. The obstacle is this: I shall have give my full name when I get married. ! fact, she wants to know it now. What iJmll I do?" "Do! Why give it, of course. Why TSS/tV "But how can I ever do it? You don't know yet, but when you do you will see thmt it is quite impossible. I should never ktr the last of it. The newspapers reporters would get it. The little boys would shout it on the streets. It would be in the comic papers. They'd sing songs about it at the minstrel shows. It i? loo dreadful to think of.'' * "What on earth can you mean? You jeem excited. Take another cigar." "Thank you, I will. Are you sure Hhere is no one in hearing?" "Not a soul." "Well?IT stands for Napoleon." "A good enough name. What is there dreadful in that?" "And C stands for Ca;sar." "The two together are odd, but not so 71 "And J?well, J is for Jehosophat. Sonr every one nearly mis-pronounces ray me any how, and I put it to you, as a friend, if I can go through life as Bapoleon Ccesar Jehosophat Marrowbaae." I had to laugh?I couldn't help it? jboI 09 much at the name as at the infeaae misery and despair in the countei??> of Marabon. When I recovered I asked: Jfr / "How in the name of goodness did you come by such a queer collection ol names?" "I'll tell you a bit of family history. You sec. we Marabons are of an old North Carolina family of Huguenot descent, and pretty well off. My father's Christian name was Algernon. He used to say it should have been Issachar? that he was an ass stooping between twe burdens, his wife and his mother-in-law ?he was given to bitter speeches. Wher I was born there was some discussion about a proper name for me. It was t regular family council. There were Grandfather and Grandmother Marabon, Grandmother Jenifer, father and mother. Grandmother Jenifer was a rather important personage. She was richer that the Marabons, a widow, and could leave her property to whom she pleased. Mj mother's younger sister, Felicia, had married with Sam Martin against hei consent, and she declared none of the Martins should be the better of hei money. There was no one else for her tc leave it to but mother or me. So hei views in the matter had to receive respect." "She was one of your father's 'burdens,' I said when he paused. "Exactly; but he didn't tell her so. Well, they met. My grandfather voted for Peter. 'Let us have one good, sensible, substantial name. I let my son be christened Algernon, to please his mother, but one fool name is quite enough in a family.' Grandmother Marabon though! he ought to be named after his father, j Mother timidly suggested?.John! j "Then Grandmother Jenifer flared up, 'Peter is bad enough, she said, and Algernon -worse; but John! Why, eveiy one will call him Jack!' " 'Suppose they do,' said mother, plucking up spirit. 'John is always called Jack by those who like him. II shows he is a good fellow.' " 'Or Johnny!' sneer^ Grandmothei Jenifer. " 'I didn't think of that,' said mother, appalled at the possibility. 'What would you call him, mamma?' " 'If I am to have any say in the matter,' said Grandmother Jenifer, 'I should suggest a name of a quite different kind, The boy bids fair to grow up to be a fine man with a great head on his shoulders; that comes from the Jenifer side of the 1 ?i. 1 t Liu use, at iuuou num. iuc uuiuus, xkjx xic has my father's head to a mold; and 1 shouldn't be surprised if he became a great soldier or lawyer, or something. He should have a name with a ring in it, i something that will stimulate him to dc something to deserve it, a name to rouse his ambition and strengthen his purpose. Call him Napoleon Coesar.' ' 'Mother agreed to this, she always gave in to her mother at last, but the others demurred. There was a tie vote, for father seemed to be barred out. "They wrangled over the thing foi two days, when Grandfather Marabor proposed a compromise. 'Let's leave i< to the minister,' he said. 'Dr. Curran if a sensible as well as a good man. Lei every one write down the name he or sh< prefers oo the same $heet of paper. A1 gernon can hand it to Dr. Curran and tel him he is to select the one he think; best.' This was finally agreed to. Grand father and Grandmother Marabon botl wrote what is called fine hands, anc Grandmother Jenifer a bold hand. This time she enlarged it until it rose to whal the boys at school called a 'big hand, and the Napoleon Crcsar went two-third! of the way across the page. Father tool the paper. He did not care a straw whether I was called Peter of Algernon but he revolted at Napoleon Ctcsar. So before he handed the paper to the minis ter, he wrote Jehosophat! iu quite as big letters as Grandmother Jenifer's, righi aftor hers. This was to call Dr. Curran'i attention to the absurdity of the name just before. Now you see how the thing is shaping?" "I can't say that I do, as yet." "Ah! But you must know that mj father was a soft spoken man, and wher he said in a lov voice, 'You will find th( name on this paper, Dr. Curran, you ar< to choose which.' The minister onlj caught the first part of his remarks. 41< looked at the paper. He was a little short-sighted; but he caught Grand mother Jenifer's big letters and mj father's after them and quite overlootec the others. He thought the name queer, but not exactly open to canonical objec tion, and it fixed itself in his mind. Sc when the moment came I had the name of Napoleon Cscsar Jehosophat fixed 01 me as tightly as the church could do it.' "Then your Grandmother Jenifer musi have been pleased?" "But uhe wasn't, though. She dc clared that father had done it on purposi to make fun of her. She left our houai 'and took up with Sam Martin, and whei she died she left to Fclicia and her clifl dren everything she had." "That was bad." "It wasn't bad for the Martins, and ! have enough. But how am I to breal the tnatter to Edith?" ' 'It is the easiest thing in the world my dear Joker. 'Napoleon Marabon sounds very well." "But the Coesar and that abominabl< Jehosophat?" "Give them the go by. Follow tb example of men of tank abroad. Ther isn't a king, nor a royal prince, nor tin head of a noble house that hasn't fron three to thirty names given him at hi baptism, but he never uses but one There is no law here that forces yoi to use more than one of yours. Drop thi CiEsar and Jehosophat, at least the Je hosophat, and with the bravery inheren IU ILlC illlLUU llbCll, 1UU1UU LU LLiatlllUUiiJ as Napoleon Marabon." N. C. J., as N. C. J. no more, tool comfort and my advice. I was tb groom's best man when Miss Editl Keteltas became Mrs. Napoleon Marabon and the gratitude of my friend seems ti know no bounds. He not only gave hi willingness, but he never rested till I re moved to New York, where he promote< my fortune in various way3. I am al ways an honored guest at his table, an< a very young gentleman in New Yorl bears the name of Gabriel Bclfort Mara bon. But a secrct will leak out. I am sur I never breathed it to any one; I an equally sure that Napoleon never did, un less it might have been muttered ii sleep; but Mrs. Marabon knows all abou it. Yesterday they had a good-nature* dispute, to which I was an amused lis tener. Marabon's logic was too *muc] for his wife, who took refuge in a retort Looking quizzically she raised her fore finger, and to her husband's great oston ishment, said: "Now, you Jehosophat I ?New York Mercury. The sole income of the President o , the United from the public treasury i his salary of $50,000 a year. - ' I ?REV. DR. TALMAGE. THE BROOKLYN DIVTNE'S SUNI DAY SERMON. Subject: "The Sunrise." i Text: "The day is at hand."?Romans , xili., 12. I Back from the mountains and the seaside, i and the springs, and the farmhouse, your cheek bronzed and your spirits lighted, I hail 1 you home again with the words of Gehazi to l the Shunammite: "Is it well with thee? is it well with thy husband? is it well with the child.1" On some faces I see the mark of recent grief, but all along the track of tears I see the story of resurrection and reunion I when all tears are done: the deep plowing of , the keel, followed by the flash of the pno?' phoresence. Now that I have asked you in regard to I your welfare, you naturally ask how I am. ; Very well, thank you. Whether it was the , bracing air of the Colorado mountains, 12,000 feet above the level of the sea, or the : tonic atmosphere of the Pacific coast, or a i bath in the surf of Long Island beach, or whether it is the joy of standing in this great orrr.nr> nt worm h?nrtoH friends. or whether it is a new appreciation of the goodness of God, I cannot toll. I simply know I am . grandly and gloriously and inexpressibly happy. It was said that John Moffatt, the great Methodist preacher, occasionally got fast in his sermon, and to I extricate himself would cry "Hallelujah!" I . am in no such predicament to-day, but I am ( full of the same rhapsodic ejaculation. Start' ing out this morning on a new ecclesiastical i year, I want to give you the key note of my t next twelve months' ministry. I want to set . it to the tune of Antioch, Ariel and Coronation. Some time ago we had a new stop put in this organ?a new trumpet stop?and I want to put a new trumpet stop into my sermons. In all our Christian work you and I want more of the element of gladness. That man r has no right to say that Christ never laughed. Do you suppose that He was glum at the wedding in Cana of Galilee? Do you suppose ' Christ was unresponsive when the children ' clambered over His knee and shoulder at His ; own invitation? Do you suppose that the evangelist meant nothing when he said of . Christ: "He rejoiced in spirit?" Do you believe that the Divine Christ who pours all the water over the rocks at Vernal r Falls, Yosemite, does not believe in the [ sparkle and gallop and tumultuous joy and rushing raptures of human life? I believe not only that the morning laughs,and that the mountains laugh, and that the seas [ laugh, and that the cascades laugh, but that Christ laughed. Moreover, take a laugh and ' a tear into an alembic, and assay them, and test them, and analyze them, and you will often ; find^s much of the pure gold of religion in a , laugh as in a tear. Deep spiritual joy always [ shows itself in facial illumination. John ; Wesley said he was sure of a good religious l impression being produced because of what i he calls the great laughter he saw among the neonle. Godless merriment is blasphemy ' anywhere, but expression of Christian joy is 1 appropriate everywhere. > Moreover, the outlook of the world ought . to stir us to gladness. Astronomers recently disturbed many people by telling them that there is danger or stellar collision. We have been told through the papers by these asj tronomers that there are worlds coming very . near together, and that we shall have plagues and wars and tumults and perhaps i the world's destruction. Do not be scared. If you have ever stood at a railroad center. r where ten or twenty or thirty rail tracks cross each other, and seen [ that by the movement of the switch one or t two inches the train shoots this way and that, j without oolliding, then you may understand j. how fifty worlds may come within an inch * of disaster, and that inch be as good as a mill5 ion miles. If a human switchtender can shoot the trains this way and that without [ harm, cannot the Hand that for thousands of years has upneld the universe keep our little world out of harm's way? Christian geo logists tell us that this world was million of t years in building. Well, now, I do I not think God would take millions of years to build a house which was to last, only six 5 thousand years. There is nothing in the ; world or outside the world, terrestial or > astronomical, to excite dismay. I wish that some stout Gospel breeze might scatter all the malaria of human foreboding. The sun ? rose this morning at about half-past 5, and r I think that is just about the hour in the world's history. "The day is at hand." ' The first ray of the dawn I see in the . Gradual substitution of diplomatic skill for Euman butchery. Within the last twentyr five years there have been international I differences which would have brought a shock of arms in any other day, but which 5 were peacefully adjusted, the pen taking the > place of the sword. P That Alabama question in any other ' age of the world would have caused war between the- United States and England. How was it settled? ' By r i men-of-war off the Narrows, or off the Mersey? By the Gulf Stream of the ocean crossed by a gulf stream of human blood? 5 By the pathway of nations incarnadined? No. ; A few wise men go into a quiet room at Genj eva, talk the matter over, and telegraph to Washington and to London: "All settled." 5 Peace, Peace. England pays to the United i States the amount awarded?pays really . more than she ought to have paid. But still, all that Alabama broil is settled?settled forever. Arbitration instead of battle. L So, the quarrel eight or nine years ago , about the Canadian fisheries in any other age would have caused war between the United 8tates and England. England said: "Pay } me for the invasion of my Canadian fisheries" The United States said: "I will not pay 1 Anvf.hinc" Woll the two nations sav: ilI ' gues3 we had better leave the whole matter [; to a commission." The commission is appointed, and the commission examines the affair, and the commission reports, and^ pay - we ought, pay we must, pay we do. Not a ? pound of powder burned, not a cartridge bitten off, no one hurt so much as by the ' scratch of a pin. Arbitration instead of 1 battle. So the Somoan controversy in any other age would have brought Germany and the United States in bloody collision. But all is settled. Arbitration instead of battle. I France will never again, I think, through c peccadillo of ambassador, bring on a battle with other nations. She sees that God, in punishment of Sedan, blotted out the French > Empire, and the only aspirant of that throne ' who had any right of expectation dies in a war that has not even the dignity of being > respectable. What is that olush on the " cheek of England to-day?1 What" is the leaf . that England would like to tear out of her 3 history? The Zulu war. Down with the e sword and up with the treaty. We in this country might better have sete tied our sectional difficulties by arbitration l than by the thrust of the sword. Philans thropy said to the North: "Pay down a certain amount of money for the purchase of the slaves, and let all those born after a certain i time be born free." Philanthropy at the same e time said to the South: "You sell the slaves, and get rid of this great national contest and " trouble." The North replied: "I won't pay ' a cent." The South replied: "I won't sell." )" War! War! A million dead men, and a na Clonal aeot wnicn migni nave gruuiiu i/uis ua. tion to powder. p Whv did we not let "W illiam H. Seward, of New York, and Alexander H. Stevens, of i Georgia, go out and spend a few days under , the trees on the banks of the Potomac and 0 talk the matter over, and settle it. as settle it they could, rather than the North pay in s cost of war, four billion seven hundred mil lion dollars, and the South pay four billion ] seven hundred and fifty million dollars, the destroying angel leaving the first born dead ' in so many houses all the way from the Pen1 obscot to the Alabama. Ye aged men, v whose sons fell in the itrife do you not think . that would have been better? Oh, yes! we have come to believe, I think, in this country, that arbitration is better than battle, e I may be mistaken, but I hope that the a last war between Christian nations is ended. Barbarians may mix their war paint and Afghan anu Zulu hurl poisoned arrows, 3 but I think Christian nations have t gradually learned that war is disaster j to victor as well as vanquished, and that almost anything bought by blood is " bought at too dear a price. I wish to ti God this nation might be a model of willingness for arbitration. No nevri of killing another Indian. No need of sacrificing any more brave General Custers. - Stop exasperating the red man, and there will " be no more arrows shot out from the reservation. A General of the United States army, in high repute throughout this land, and who, perhaps, has been in more Indian wars than any other officer, and who has been wounded again and again in behalf of our Government in battle against the Indians, told me that all the wars that had ever occurred between Indians and white men had ? ;v' ' been provoked by white men, and that then was no exception to the rule. While we ar? arbitrating with Christian nations, let us toward barbarians carry ourselves in a manner unprovocative of contest. I inherit a large estate, and the waters are rich with fish, and the woods are songful with birds, and my cornfields are silken and golden. Here is my sister's grave. Out yonder, under that large tree, my father died. An invader comes, and proposes to drive me of! and take possession of my property. Ha crowds me back, he crowds me on. and crowds me into a closer corner, and stiL1 closer corner, until after a while I sayt "Stand back, don't crowd me any more, or I'll strike. What right have you to com* here and drive me off my premises? I got thii farm from my father, and he got it froir his fath?r. What rieht have you to come nere ana moiest mer xou oiantny say: "Oh, I know more than you do. I belong to a higher civilization. I cut my hair shorter than you do. I could put this ground to a great deal better use than you do." And you keep crowding me back and crowding mo on into a closer corner and closer corner, until one day I look around upon suffering family, and fired by their hardships I hew you in twain. Forthwith all the world comes J-~ ??? 1 rvrnnrtimno Alllncrilim. comes to my execution to anathematize me. You are the hero, I am culprit. Behold the United States Government and the North American Indian. The red man has stood more wrongs than I would, or you. We would have struck sooner, deeper. That which is right in defense of a Brooklyn home or a New York home is right in defense of a home on top of the Rocky Mountains. Before this dwindling red race dies completely out, I wish that this generation might, by common .-justice, atone for the inhumanity of its predecessors. In the day of God's judgment, I would rather there be a blood-smeared Modoc than a swindling United States officer on an Indian reservation! One man was a barbarian and a savage, and never pretended to be anything but a barbarian and a savage. The other man pretended to be a representative of .a Christian nation. Notwithstanding all this, the general disgust with war and the substitution of diplomatic skill for the glittering edge of keen steel is a sign unmistakable that "the day is at hand." I find another ray of the dawn in the compression of the world's distances. What a slow, snail-like, almost impossible thing would have been the world's rectification, with fourteen hundred millions of population and no facile means of communication; but now through telegraphy for the eye and telephonic intimacy for the ear, and through steamboating and railroading, the twentyfive thousand miles of the world's circumference are shriveling up into insig nificant brevity. Hong JiCong is near er to New York than a few years ago New Haven was; Bombay, Moscow, Madras, Melbourne within speaking distance: Purchase a telegraphic chart, ana by the blue lines see the telegrapns 01 tne lano, auu uj ?uo * ct* lines the cables under the ocean. You see what opportunity this is going to give for the final movements of Christianity. A fortress may be months or years in building, but after it is constructed it may do all its work in twenty minutes. Christianity has been planting its batteries for nineteen centuries, and may go on in the work through other centuries; but when those batteries are thoroughly planted, those fortresses are fully built, tney may all do their work in twentyfour hours. The world sometimes derides the church for slowness of movement. Is science any quicker? Did it not take science five thousand six hunjLred and fifty-two years to find out so simple a thing as the circulation of the human blood? With the earth and the sky full of electricity, science took five thousand eight hundred years before it even guessed that there was any practical use that might be made of this subtle and mighty element. When good men take possession of all these scientific forces, and all these agencies of invention, 1 do not know that the redemption of the world will be more than the work of half a day. Do we not read' the Queen'3 speech at the proroguing of Parliament the day before in London? If that be so, is it anything marvelous to believe that in twenty-four hours a divine communication can reach the whole earth? Suppose Christ should descend on the nations?many expect that Christ will come among the nations personally?suppose that to-morrow morning the Son of God from a hovering cloud should descend upon tnese cities. Would not that fact be known all the world over in twenty-four hours? Suppose He should present His Gospel in a few words saying: "I am the Son of God; I came to pardon all your sins and to heal all your sorrow; to prove that I am a supernatural being, I have just descended from the clouds; do you believe Me, and do you believe Me now?" Why, all the telegraph stations of the earth would be crowded as none of them were ever crqwded just after a shipwreck. I tell you all these things to show you it is not among the impossibiB' ties or even the improbabilities that Christ will conquer the whole earth, and do it instanter, when the time comes. There are foretokenings in the air. Something great is going to happen. I do not think that Jupiter is going to run us down or that the $xl9 of the world is going to break; but I mean something great for the world's blessing and not for the world's damage is going to happen. I think the world has had it hard enough. Enough, the London plagues. Enough, the Asiatic choleras. Enough, the wars. Enough, the shipwrecks. Enough, the conflagrations. I think our world could stand right well a procession of prosperities and triumphs. Better be on the lookout. Better nave your observatories open toward the heavens, and the lenses of your most powerful telescopes well polished. Better have all your Leyaen jars ready for some new pulsation of mighty influence. Better have new fonts of typo in your printing offices to set up some astounding good news. Better have some new banner that has never been carried, ready for sudden processions. Better have the bells in your church towers well hung, and rope within reach, that you may ring out the marriage of the King's Son. Cleanse all your court houses, for the Judge of all the earth may appear. Let all your legislative halls be gilded, for the great Lawgiver may be about to come. Drive off the thrones of despotism all the occupants, for the King of heaven-and earth maybe about to reign. The darkness of the night is blooming and whitening into the lilies of morning cloud, and the lilies reddeding into the roses of stronger day?fit garlands, whether white or red, for Him on whose head are many crowns. "The day is at hand!" One more ray of the dawn I see in facts chronological and mathematical. Come now, do not let us do another stroke of work until we have settled one matter. What is going to be the final issue of this great contest between sin and righteousness? Which is going to prove himself the stronger, God or Diabolus? . Is this svftrld going to be all garden or all desert? Now let us have that matter settled. If we believe Isaiah and Ezekiel and Hosea, and Micah and Malachi, and John and Peter, and Paul and Christ, we believe *that it is going to be all garden. But let us have it settled. Let us Know whether we are working on toward a success or toward a dead failure If there is a child in your house sick, and you are sure he is going to get well, you sympathize with present pains, out all the foreboding is gone. If you are in a cyclone off the Florida coast, and the Contain assures you the vessel is staunch ana tne winds are cnangmg ror a Decter quarter, and he is sure ne will bring you safe into the harbor, you patiently submit to present distress with the thought of safe arrival. Now I want to know whether we are coining on toward dismay, darkness and defeat, or on toward light and blessedness. You and I believe the latter, and if so, every year we spend is one year subtracted from the world's woe, and every event that passes, whether bright or dark, brings us one event nearer a happy consummation, and by all that is inexorable in chronology and mathematics I commend you to good cheer and courage. If there is anything in arithmetic, if you subtract two from five and leave three, then by every rolling sun we are coming on toward a magnificent terminus. Then every winter passed is one severity less for our poor world. Then every summer gone by brings us nearer unfading arborescence. Put your algebra down on the top of your Bible and rejoice. If it is nearer morning at 3 o'clock than it is at 2, if it is nearer morning at 4 o'clock than it is at 3,then we are nearer the dawn of the world's deliverance. God's clock seems to go very slowly, but the pendulum swings ana the hands move, and it will yet strike noon. The sun and the moon stood still once; they will never stand still again until they stop forever. If y.ou believe arithmetic as well as your Bible, you must believe we are nearer thedawn. "The dayis at hand." There is a class of phenomena which makes me think that the spiritual and the heavenly world may, after a while, make a demonstration in this world which will bring all moral and spiritual things to a climax. Now, I am no spiritualist; but every intelligent man has noticed that there are strange arid mysterious things which indicate to him that perhaps the spiritual world is not so far off as sometimes we conjecture, and that after a while, from the spiritual and heavenly world there may be a demonstration upon our world for its betterment. We call it magnetism, or we call it mesmerism, or we call it electricI ity, because we want some term to coVar up our ignorance. I do not know what that is. I never heard an audible voice from the other world. I am pursuadfed of this, however: that the veil between this world and the next is getting thinner and thinner, and that, perhaps after a while, at the call of God? not at the call of the Davenport brothers, or Andrew Jackson Davis?some of the old scriptural warriors, some of the spirits of other days mighty for God?a Joshua, or a Caleb, or a David, or a Paul?may come down and help us in this battle against unrighteousness. Oh, how I would like to have them here?him of the Red Sea, him of the valley of Ajalon, him of Mars Hill. History sayB that Robert Clayton, of the English cav - *- ii? -l V.?- ?n ?1! airy, ui mo uiuso ul a n<u uuuguu uu uu the old cavalry horses lest they be turned out to drudgery and hard work, and bought a piece of ground at Naversmire heath and. turned these old war horses into the thickest and richest pasture to s]>end the rest of their days for what they had done in other days. One day a thunder storm came up, and these war Horses mistook the thunder of the skies for the thunder of battle, and they wheeled into line?no riders on their backs?they wheeled into line ready for the fray. And I doubt me whether, when the last thunder of this battle for God and truth goes booming through the heavens, the old scriptural warriors can kesp their places on their thrones. Methinks they will spring into the fight and exchange crown for helmet, and palm branch for weapon, and come down out of the King's galleries into the arena, crying: "Make room! I must fight in this great Armageddon." My belovsd people, I preach this sermon because I want you to toil with the sunlight in your faces. I want you old men to understand before you die that all the work you did for God while yet your ear was alert and your foot fleet is going to be counted up in the final victories. I want all these younger people to understand that when they toil for God they always win the day; that all prayers are answered and all Christian work is in some way effectual, and thaf /he tide is setting in the right direction, a^.d that all heaven is on our side?saintly, cherubic, seraphic, archangelic, omnipotent, chariot and throne, doxology and procession, principalities and dominion. He who hath the moon under His feet, and all the armies of heaven on white horses. Brother! brother! all I am afraid of in. not that Christ , will lose the battle, but that you and I will not get into it quick enough to do something worthy of our blood bought immortality. Oh, Christ! how shall I meet Thee, Thou of the scarred brow, and the scarred back, and the scarred hand, and the scarred foot, and the scarred breast, if I have no scars or wounds gotten in Thy service? It shall not be so. I step out to-day in front of the battle. Come on, you foes or God, I dare you to the combat. Come on, with pens dipped in malignancy. Come on, with tongues forked and viperine and adderous. Come on, with types soaked in the scum of the eternal pit. I defy you! Come on! I bare my brow, I uncover my heart. Strike! I cannot see my Lord until I have been hurt for Christ. If we do not suffer with Him on earth we cannot glorify with Him in heaven. Take good heart. On! On! On! See! the skies have brightened! See! the hour is about to come! Pick out all the cheeriest of the anthems. Let the orchestra string their best instruments. "The night is far spent, the day is at hand." POPULAR SCIENCE. The Imperial University of Tokio haa 138 professors and teachers, all but sixteen being Japanese. This year's students number 788. When a storm is advancing, the wind blows to meet it. Thus a wind blowing from the east or southeast indicates the approach of a storm from the west. The Belgian Government are now making experiments with a new kind of screw, which enables a vessel to stop or turn instantaneously to avert a collision. The shortest time occupied by the tornado cloud in passing a given point varies from "an instant" to about twenty minutes, the average being seventy-four seconds. A remarkable cave has just been discovered on the top of the Taygetus range, in Greece. It is from ten to thirty feet high and from thirty to sixty feet wide, and contains thousands of stalactites in wonderful-groups. From experiments made in Richmond, Va., with electric heaters, it seems probable that a passenger coach can be kept warm at an expense of two cents an hour, the current being supplied by a dynamo on the locomotive or tender. ' A French stone-mason has discovered a cement which he claims to be stronger, I cheaper, and less liable to damage from the action of the weather than any preparation now in use. It is not a plaster, but a heavy, viscous fluid, and is applied with a brush. Its composition is kept secret. Some experiments lately made at the Royal Polytechnic School at Munich show that the strength of camel's-hair belting reaches 6315 pounds per square inch, while that of ordinary belting ranges between 2230 and 5260 pounds per square inch. The camel's-hair belt is unaffected by acids. A new shaping tool has been invented ?a machine in which two flat surfaces, acting vertically or horizontally and moving in opposite directions, with adjustable dies fitted upon them, roll in one motion a piece of metal, regular or irregular in shape and of almost any desired pattern. At a single stroke of the mechanism may be obtained a sphere, a cone, a chair screw, a bolt with thread and head?in fact, an endless variety of mechanical forms. Among the latest American patents is one for a process of obtaining dry feed for animals from the refuse of starch and glucose. The coarse refuse is first subjected to pressure to free it from water, and to it is added the fine refuse, con taining the glutinous nitrogenous parts of the grain. This combination is subjected to pressure to express the greater part of the moisture, and finally placed under the influence of heat, for the purpose of evaporating the remaining moisture. A wonderful invention for rapid transit is attracting attention in New York. The invention consists of an elevated railway track of a new design for a car made of demagnetized steel and running upon a single rail. The car will go a distance of 230 miles in an hour. The invention will first be used for transporting small packages and mail matter, but eventually will be adapted for the transportation of passengers. The cost is trivial when compared to that of the regular railroads. Experts in house building have suggested that grates in second stories are usually less safe than those below, as the narrower joists give little room for the boxing of the heariu. It is also urged that grates be examined carefully, to determine whether the back of the flue is simply of four-inch wall, which is always dangerous at the back of a grate in a frame house. This cun be determined by measuring the distance the breast extends out from the wall,-and, as sometimes the breast runs through flush with the face of the wall in the next room, the calculation is to be made accordingly. MIGIOUS READING." TEtE HYMNS .THA.T MOTHER SUNG. Through the changing scenes of life, Tho shadowed vale of smile and tears, Where all is lost within the mist That hides the bygone yeara, Some striins there are that linger still; Ajid many heart*, no longer young, Are thrilled with joy again to hear Tfye hymns that mother sung. We seem to hear again her voice, So long remembered, clear and. sweet, As when, in days of long ago, We sit at mother's feet, And gazing upward on the wall, . Where dearest father's picture hung, We thought he smiled, for ha, too loved Th3 hymns that mother suny. On many snowy, wintry nights, When all without was cold and drear, We've clustered close around her chairt In happiness anc! cheer; No more for us the glowiug fire. No mere the cricket's chirping tongue; And nevermore on earth'we'11 hear The hymns that mother sung. To them we owe our happy homes. Praise be to God who reiyns above, For keeping ever bright and clear The lessons learned in love. Outliving sorrows, bearing hope, Tae dear old song* have alway s clung, And never can the heart forget The hymns that mother sung. ?Newark Journal. LOOKING UP TO JESUS. Take a good look at Jesiis as often as yon can. You expect soon to behold Him in open vision, but they who look most to Him here will see most glory in Him hireafter. In heaven some will see far deeper into Christ than others. The- deeper you seo into His grace now, the deeper will you see into His glory then, for glory is measured by grace. Linger at the piaca of secret prayer. If you do not know what to pray about, look to Jesus for Him to give you a prayer. Look to Him for your prayer and your faith. After you have opened all your heart 10 Him, take time to linger for His answer; to listen to marching orders; and should he choose not to speak, trust Him just the same, and take time to adore Him. Go away from your closet with the clear image of Jesus hanging in your mind.?Dr. O. D. Watson. THE BECKONING HAND. The hand that beckons us to glory wavea us out o* impenetrable clouds. We walk in a way that we know not. We labor for our Master, but never know betorehand which shall pros, er, whether this or that. We lay wise plans, and they miscarry. We commit gross blunders, ana tney are overruieu lui good. We run toward the light, and it goes out in darkness. Wo sink shivering in the darkness, and find it light We pray for joys, and they mildew into grisfs. We accept the griels, and they blossom into joys. Today the apple turns to ash s,*nd tomorrow the stones to bread. We exult in some prosperity, and get leanness with it. We murmur at some adversity, and find it bij with blessings We run toward open doors, and cash our head against a granite wall. We move against the wall at the call of duty and it opens to let us through. The lines of our lives are all in God's bands. What shall befall us we cannot know. What is expedient we cannot tell. Only this we know, that God would shapa us to Himself, whether it be by the discipline of joy or the discipline of sorrow. To make us perfect as He is perfect, this is the choice of our heavenly Father, this the end of all His revelations; wnile everything not helpful to this he hides away out of si^ht??Dr. Roswell D. Hitchcock. REST OF SOUL. Christ is the "Rose of Sharon and the lily of the Valley." Believers are the bees that swarm about the rose, sighing, rejoicing, hungering, and enjoying; flitting around it, either with tho wings of prayer or the pinions of delight; and there is no end to the humming about this flower, both day and night, in the true church. From it we derive cur honey every day?forgive; riess, peacp, courage, anl strength; and its fullness is inexhaustible. Manv Christians are, indeed, only working baes; d\y after day they swarm and flutter about the rose, and never properly attain to rest. But how great is their folly? Observe on a summer's evening how other .bees acts and then go and do likewise. Wearied by the heat and labor of the day, they slumber peacefully in the calyx of the flowers. The latter inclose them with their tender petals, and the gentle whispers of /the evening zopnyr rocit me reposing ana weils:cured insect cn its balmy couch. Hojv sweet the rest! So do thou also -klumber in 1 the calyx of the Rose of Sharon. Forget thvself in thinking of Jesus. Be He thy all, and His promises and merits the covering over thee, and the pillow beneath thy head. Oh, then, what does it matter if the tempest howls without, and croaking night-birds flutter around thee? Soft is thy couch, and the banner over thee is Love.?Knimmacher's %lElisha." THE TWO PATHS. When Col. Freemont, in his exploring expedition, had left the dales of the Columbia and turned southward into that great internal basin that stretches far to the Sierra Nevada, he passed over some smiling landscapes, but soon found himself in the midst - * i?U1- 1 AM Ol lUtei UliUUlJlO IliUI 311CO U1M unco, cuvelo; ed in a thick, foggy and murky atmosphere that maJe darkutss at noon. To gain som9 idea of the country ahead, he ordered ono of his men to climb tie rugged slope that hemmed him in on either side. In this valley the so 1 was soft and miry? the waters were bracki h?the atmosphere was cold, damp, dark and disagreeably but soon, from the mountain's side cam a rolling down the joyful shout that the man was bathing in blazing sunshine. Alas! these bright rays never penetrated that dark sea that rolled its murky folds around the same mouutain's base. I Just so I thought it is with the Christian in a pilgrimage to the Holy city. There are two paths which Christians walk on earth. The one is through these low I grounds, salt marshe* and impure | atmosphere, which the new born soul can never breathe; the other is on the high mountain of God s love, where all is 1 brightness and bathed in the radiance of the star of Bethlehem. Down in this valley path there are difficulties, doubts, fears, 'iioiis in the way," jesters, news-carriers, flatterers, back-bi-ers, liars, sins of all hues and degrees, and all the rest of the devil s crew continually rushing against the Christ- j ians white robes and soiling them. But the j mountain path is indeed the "path of the righteous," lit up by the star of Bechlehem, "growing blighter and brighter unto tne perfect day." For Fremont says, when he had also g.-ne up this mountain, he could see ail the country around him far away down to the coast chain. So the Christian on the irount of God's love can see all these dark waters rolling beneath him, but they cannot come nigh him. The explorer said that then all around him was illuminated with a bright li<ht; ?o the Christian dwells in the light of his S'lviour's face. On that hill side, also, it whs warm, for the rays fell perpendicularly upon it. So the Christian bathes in the warm oca.m of a Savijur's lovo. I And the higher the boid man ascended, j the pur-r grew the atmosphere ; the higher th? Christian walks, the further he is abov i that stench of sin. Higher still in the regiQus of perpetual snow, there reigned a profound stillness, and God seemed to till a'.l around; so the h'ghfr the Christian a-cends, the nearer to God his dwelling, aud the closer his communion with his Saviour, the more peaceful and quiet his pious march, until he lands where "the weary are at rest, and the wicked cease from troubling."? Pres. Caskd. consistent. Mr. Ferdinand Schumacher, aleadingmill owner of Akron, Ohio, has pledged $1000 to the building fund of the Chicago Temperance Temple. His total abstinenoe principles are well known, having been severely tested a few years ago when his oatmeal mills were entirely destroyed by fire, the loss amounting to almost a million dollars, there being no insurance. After the fire it was found that the oats were uninjured except by water, tens of thousands of bushels lying piled up wet. The distillery men made a most favorable offer to Mr. Schumacher to purchase the injured oats, but he promptlyrefused, saying: "No, no money you can offer could tempt me to sell one ounce of that which you wfll take and turn into a poison with which to ruin my fellow men;" and the oats rotted where they lay. NOTHING AND SOMETHING. "If b nothing to me," the beauty said. With a careless toss of her pretty bead; "Tto man is weak if he can/t retrain ^fS From the cup you say is fraught with pain.* I-''.''V.** jj* It was something to her in after years, >> When her eyes were drenched with burning '<m And she watched in lonely grief and dread^; And started to hear a staggering tread. \ "It's nothing to me," the mother said. "I have no fears that my boy -will tread ;? The downward path of sin and shame, And crush my heart and darken my name." It was something to her when her only son From the path ofhfe was early won, \~'y And madly cast in the flowing bowl A ruined body and a shipwrecked souL w 4 "It'snothing to me." the merchant said, As over the ledger ne bent hi*head: * /'< "I'm busy to-day with the tare ana tret, And have no time to fume and fret." . * It was something to him when over the wire A message came from a funeral pyre? . ' A drunken conductor had wrecked a train, And his wife and child were among the slam. "It's nothing to me," the young nrf?n cried; In his eye was a flash of scorn and pride? "I heed not the dreadful things you tell; ' T (*n mlftrnvself. I know full well." 'TVas something to him when in prison he lay, t *3 The victim of drink?life ebbing away, As he thought of his wretched cnild ana wifq, $8 And the mournful wreck of his wasted life. .. ,v Is it nothing to us to idly sleep While the cohorts of death their vigils keep, Alluring the young and thoughtless in? And grind in our midst a grist of sin? /' % ' V It is something?yes, all, for us to stand, " -, _ And clasp by faith our Saviour's hand? To learn to labor, live and fight On the side of God und changeless right. ^BD 8E.YSIULJC Jt-VTHWHIiUC. New Britain,Conn., has a Young Woman's . 4 Christian Temperance Union whose sensible ' enterprise deserves wide emulation. Organized about a year ago, it immediately began mission work among the young girls employed in the factories of the plaice, hoping -M to keep them from spending their earning* on the street by arousing an interest in useful ^ .* H studies. From the small nucleus of one room * , and twenty or thirty girls, the work has grown rapidly, until now a tenement of seven rooms is required to accommodate the large number of regular attendants. The rooms are open four evenings in the week and two hours on Sunday. Thare are classes in dreaamaking, penmanship and singing, and read- JSH ing matter is supplied by a circulating library. A GOOD BARGAEf. v * ' ^ At a temperance meeting where several re- ; '':! la ted their experiences, a humorous Irishman who spoke was acknowledged to be the chief speaker. He had on a pair of fine 1 1 o-u i... II * - ' new uckjLa. otuu uo> a *t? the pledge I met an old friend, and he says. Them's a fine pair of boots you have on. They are,' says I, 'and by the same token 'twas the saloon-keeper who gave them to me.' " That was generous of him,'say?he. "'It was,' says I, 'but I made a bargain I with him. He was to keep his drink and I was to keep my money. My money bought ' ? me these fine boots. I sot the best of the bargain, and I'm going to stick to it Boys, will you do the same? Will you keep your money, and invest in something else than drink*--77i? Banner. ' pi "GOVERNMENT SHAME WATER" ' j An article in the Century Magazine, on ^ "The Temperance Question in India," is written by one who is fully acquainted with the > J subject. He tells us that intoxicating liquors in India are designated by the natives, ''Government Shame water. Hindoo and Mohammedan rulers discouraged their manufaotore and use. The English Government took the manufacture into their hands, made itself the barkeeper to the Indian Empire, and obtained a revenue from the sale or intoxicants among a people whose social custrims are in favor of temperance. This is an indictment that ought to "be read with shame. * *r The writer adds: "Theproof is overwhelm- , rj ing that the temperate Hindoos are becoming A a nation of drunkards." Happily, there are native movements to arrest it, but if at home > S] we have no power to do this, ought not ievery 1 V pulpit in the land to hear occasionally a oonfession of our guilt in this matter l?lxmdon Christian. ' -r DRESTC AITO EfSAKITY. Mr. "Wines says: "It is startling to know. that, of 50,000,000 of inhabitants (in 1880)' over 400,000 are either insane, idiots or deaf mutes, or are inmates of prisons, reformatories or poor-houses. If to these we add th? out-door poor and the inmates of charitable institutions, the amount will swell to nearly . or quite 600,000, or 1 per cent, of the population." At that rate the number would now be about 600,000. But we will keep to the records of 188Q, and consider only the 400,000 who were inmates of charitable institutions. Of that number the 70,000 who were prisoners and the 67,000 who were paupers' nave been already considered. Those deducted would leave 363,000 of "defective persons." Assuming the average cost of their main tain en ce to be (200 (and in many of these institutions it runs up to nearly 300 per capita, as skilled teachers and physicians. must be employed at great expense), the ex- , pense of maintaining these "defective per- ' I sons" would exceed *?,uw,uw. ?? ?? uouI mate one-third of these disabilities to be due | to intemperance, actual or inherited, we shall have $17,000,000 annual loss to the nation from the insanity, blindness, deafness aud other disabilities which intemperance produces. -The relation of insanity to intemperance is a point deserving careful study. btate and National Boards are now greatly exercised, over ?he rapid and undeniable increase of insanity. It is worthy of inquiry whether a ratio does not exist between that and the increased consumption of liquor within the last twenty years. "We see plainly that liquor will make a person insane for a Httle while. It would seem reasonable to suppose that enough of it might make him so Dermanently.?The Voice, i . g TEMPERANCE NEW8 AND NOTES. M A W. C. T.U. of Welsh women is to be r started in New York city. Jf- < The Sweedish Government has appropria- v ted 15000 a year for the promotion of temp- v erance. 1 It would be easier to steal a horse in Topeka, to-day, than to purchase a glass of whisky to drink. The W. C. T. U. of Astoria, Oregon, is having a number of fine drinking fountains erected in the public streets. A New York brewer places the average number of glasses of beer consumed by his employes during one day, at seventy-five apiece, each glass holding half a pint. Mr. Spurgeon, in his new book entitled: rvll-v*. >1 tatvuilTr rainnrK that "ffTatje OtUU ucuai O, VWAlWAJ . Q juice kills more than grape-shot." He also advises each married man to keep his wife's husband out of the public house. The Catholic Total Abstinence Society, at its recent annual meeting, agreed to establish, in connection with the great Cathodal University at Washington, D. C., a Father Mathew Professorship of Temperance, in which will be taught the scientific facts concerning the use of stimulants aud narcotics. A jury in New York State has awarded an only child $4000 against a Hudson River steamboat company, under the Civil Service Damage Act, for the death of her father, a deckhand, who became inebriated at the steamboat bar and fell off into the river and was drowned. The court has refused to set the v,irdict aside, and steamboats in the State are warned that they keep open bars at their peril. A temperance society of more than 100 members was recently organized among the men in the military "prison at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, by Mrs. Julia A. Chase, an active worker among soldiere and sailors, who on this occasion delivered an address of such power that seventy-five men who had never signed the pledge before unhesitatingly gave ( their names and affirmed their purpose to j lead sober lives. An Australian writer says that in spite of every effort the drink bill of that country is M alarmingly increasing, and that crime, social W , evils, insanity and suicide are keeping ghastly ' pace with it. He adds that great injury is ^ done by American telegrams that publish in every nook and corner the defeats of Prohibition, but never even mention its victories, thus spreading the impression that ths struggle is hopeless. ':-V" " ' '