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.. ... ... _ SUNSET. Hiowly on all attainment or defeat The day die? out far in the darkening west: Leaving the earth, its golden stage complete, To muse an hour away, then sink to rest: Dark earth?the heavens yet touched with sunset glow; Brightness above, and hushod, submissive calm below. Hushed is the world of toil. In every placo A wealth of healing silentness doth lie, Or sounds more still than silence fillthespacc Beueath that far infinity of sky; And softly shines the evening star on one Whnco ilov 1-fc enont ft?chroniele of thincs undone. Even regret, in this calm air and mild, Bears little of its wonted anguish deep: One long drawn breath of sorrow, as the child Preludes a sad, sweet sinking into sleep, ~ Then peace. JJight registers defeat again; But what was I, that I should struggle and attain? ?Mary Colbome-Veel, in the Atlantic. All's Well That Ends Well, BY HELEN KORKEST GRAVES. 4'01d folks will be old folks," said Myra Manton. "and the best plan is to let 'em have their own way." "Oh, yes, I know," said Leona, clasping her hands. '-But that old Leghorn hat, with the crown like a stove-pipe and the front like a wash-hands basin! Who could tolerate that? And everj-body laughs when she comes into church." "Let "em laugh," shrewdly remarked uTM Ka willinor ^rtllra oViruilrl U1J la. X VI W ITlttlU^ *V*UW WMV-4V* laugh at mc if I was worth thirty thousand dollars and owned the Blivcn Mills into the bargain." Myra Manton was "hired help" at the Bliven Farm?a stout New Englander of fifty summers, with hair cut short, no visible waist, and snapping black eyes. Leona was old Mrs. Bliven's niece?a slim girl of eighteen, with a balsam-pink complexion, dreamy gray eyes, and teeth white and even as small pearls. In the eyes of James Bliven, the old lady's son, Leona was fairest of all created beings. Even Myra Manton allowed "that she was sorter nice to look at!" As for Mrs. Bliven herself, she expressed no opinion whatever; Mrs. Bliven was not a person who talked much. "She's come to make me a visit," said Mrs. Bliven one day to Myra. "I suppose, if she suits me, I shall ask her to stay for good and all." "If you don't, I suppose Jim will," said Myra, with a shrewd twinkle of her eyes. "As it happens, I'm the mistress of this house," said Mrs. Bliven. "Well, we'll see how she suits." And neither Myra the solid, nor Leona the sylphlike, knew, as they sat on the sunshiny doorstep, slicing great, redhearted peaches to dry for winter use, that Mrs. Bliven, from the garret window above, where she was looking over her balls of carpet-rags, could distinctly hear every word they uttered. "Myra," said Leona, as she replenished her pan from the great bushel basket, "I'm going to tell you something." "Tell ahead!" succinctly retorted Myra. "I've got such an idea!" ',What is it?" "Well, one of my schoolmates at Hanover Hall had a grandmother. And her rr*Vior? "Karl inaf cnMi n "WnaVi'a Arlr ^lauumuiuvi uwu ju^w uuvu ? ^?** w " of a bonnet as AuntBliven." "Humph!" said Myra, peeling diligently away. "And she and her sister took a pair of big shears and snipped it up into little bits and made the grandmother believe that the rats did it." "Must have been a credulous old creetur," observed Myra. "Oh, no; but it was really such a neat job. Don't you think, Myra, we might dispose of the old Leghorn hat in some such way?" "No, I don't!" said Myra, spearing a peach on the end of her knife and beginning artistically to remove its pink-velvet jacket. Leona sighed, and went on with her work. Myra Manton paused to call her frolicsome little terrier oil from a brood of half-groTvn turkey poults who were foraging around the barn door. "I do wish," she said, curtly, "that Cappen John Jackson hadn't sent me that plaguey beast to take care on till he come back from that voyage to Fayal. If he hurts any of the fowls, I expect Mrs. Bliven'll murder me." "Myn," said Leona, "are you really pncrnrrprl tr> f'.intnin .TnVin .T.-ir-k-snnV "Get out!" said Myra, with a sheepish smile. "I dun no whether I be or not.'' The next clay Leona came into her aunt's room with a pretty black-andwhite straw bonnet, trimmed with a jet dagger and loops innumerable of black ribbon. "Look, Aunt Bliven!"said she. "What's that?" said the old woman, turning her spectacle glasses full on the girl. "I've been trimming a bonnet for you." "You might have saved yourself the trouble," sharply spoke the matron. ' But don't you like it?" pleaded Leona, who was beginning to tremble all over, "It's very nice, I dare say, but I'm verv well suited alreadv with what I've got"." "But, Aunt Bliven?" " 'Tain't worth while to discuss the matter," said Mrs. Bliven, drily. "I calculate I'm old enough to choose for myself what I'll wear and what I won't!" Leona shrank into herself like the leaves of a sensitive plant; she crept bark to hor bedroom with tlifi J triumph of home made millinery, and had a good cry over it. Presently she heard her aunt calling : "Myra! Myra!" She ran out. "Oh, Aunt Bliven, I had forgotten to tell you. Myra had a telegram from her Bister up at Portland, and she had to run to catch the 10 o'clock train. Her sister's husband has had an accident, and I promised her I'd explain it to you. She'll < be back as soon as they possibly can spare her, and I'm to do the housework while she is gone." Old Mrs. Bliven sniffed discontentedly. "Seems to me people are always havin' accidents," said she. "However, you may go and pick some Lima beans and Bweet corn, and we'll have a dish of good, old fashioned succotash. Myra is a good cook, but she aiever could make succotash. And in the afternoon we'll have Toby harnessed up and drive over to Widow Sally Smith's to tea." The long shadows of afternoon were lying athwart the closely mown grass when old Toby was lea to the door, and " 7-cp? p$y t* \ Mrs. Bliven called loudly to Leona to bring down her bonnet and shawl. The girl, who had no especial fancy for the society of Widow Sally Smith and her hard voiccd daughters, listlessly obeyed. But the moment she opened the "best bedroom" door, where the old iadv kept ti/>r cliniwst tmncin-os cnr> litfnrnd :l shriek of dismay. There, oil the floor, in a series of jagged strips and indistinguishable debris, lay Mrs. Blivcns's fainoua Leghorn bonnet! "Goodness me!" cried a shrill voice, "what's the matter?" And Leona became conscious that old Mrs. Blivcn had toiled heavily up the stairs, and stood close beside her, peering over her shoulder. Her face grew black as night. "Oh, Aunt Blivcn," gasped Leona, ! "how could this have happened?" "I see through it all, plain enough,": said Mrs. Bliven. "You needn't trouble to tell any lies about it. Leona Parish! I heard what you and Myra were talking about yesterday morning?about the old lady and the bonnet that was snipped to pieces and the blame laid on rats. It's a very smart, ingenious plan, I don't j doubt; but somehow it don't suit me to have such very smart, ingenious "folks about my premises. So. if you please, I'll dispense with the rest of your visit. The horse and wagon are at the door, and little Peter will drive you to the depot as soon as ever you've packed your trunk." "But, Aunt Bliven, I never?" "I told you I'd have no more false- i hoods," sternly interrupted the old lady. "I don't know what sort of consciences you girls have, in this age of the world, j Be silent, I say, and obey me." And thus, in all the bitterness of un- I merited disgracc, Leona was turned out of the house, that was beginning to be unspeakably dear to her. James Bliven, when he came home, ; was thunderstruck. "Mother, for heaven's sake," cricd he, I "what is this? The girl has no place to I go to." "Let her .go back to the boarding- | school she came from!" said Mrs. Bliven, I sternly. "I'll have no double-dealers in this house!" "I'll go after her and bring her back." "You'll do as you choose," said the old woman; "but if Leona's the girl I take her to be, she won't come with you." A sudden wave of despair swept over ! James's soul as he recognized the truth of these words. "Mother," he cried, "you'll forgive her! You'll send for her to return?for my sake, mother?" But Mrs. Blivea shook her head. "No girl that isn't frank-hearted and true can have a home here!" she reiter- I ated. Yet, in spite of all this, the house | seemed strangely desolately without Leona's light step and winning smile. Late at night there was a loud knocking at the door. It was Myra Manton, come I ack. "Things is all right," said she. They | was frightened more than they was hurt. \ Absalom Atkins always was a coward, I and I ain't goin' to spend any more o' my | time foolin' with 'em; so I've come back, j Was you surprised when you seen Waggy J was gone? The dog," in answer to Mrs. j Bliven's puzzled look, "that Cappen I Jackson left in my charge. "When I seen ! the mischief he'd done, I iest ketchcd I him up and left him to Cappcn's sister's i Mary Ann Jackson, at the cross-roads, and afterward it occurred to me you I might miss him and worry for fear he was : >1 lUdt. I "I never once thought of the dog," j said Mrs. Blivcn, impatiently. "And the bonnet?" said Myra. "I'm powerfully sorry, but?" "The bonnet!" said Mrs. Bliven. "What do you mean, Myra? "What are I you talking about?" "You don't tell me you never diskivered it?" cried Myra, bursting into a laugh. ""Well, I do declare. What did you s'pose done it?" "Done what?" 4'Why, worried that 'ere Leghorn hat o* your'n into ribbons! It was Waggy, that's who it was! Pups is always mischievous, and I think he's the worst I ever seen. I meant to told Deacon Shipman's boy, that helped me to tote my satchel to the daypo, to explain it t' ye, but we was pretty nigh bein' left, and , flurry and fluster driv it all outen my head." "Mrs. Bliven stared at Myra. "It was the dog, after all, then," said she. i ht "L.^: J ? Ljii me, wiiu uibu uia yu . cried Myra. "Where's Leona? I fetched j home some o' them puce-colored poppy ' , seeds and a slip o1 rose geranium for her, j 'caused I knowed?Goodness, what's the matter with you, eh? What are you looking at me that way for?" By the very earliest morning train James Bliven went after Leona, with a ! letter from his mother imploring her to return to the farm: "I'm an old woman," wrote Mrs. Bliven, | "but I ain't too old to own when I've been in | the wrong. Come back, and I'll guarantee j you and me won't have any more quarrels." | Leona came back, and when once again I ' she crossed the threshold she was James's ' promised wife. j "Mother will bo pleased at the engagej ment as I am myself," said the young ' man, rapturously. And Myra's kind eyes shone a cordlfcl welcome, and Mrs. Bliven herself came to meet Leona, wearing the simple straw J bonnet with the jet dagger and the black : ribbon bows. "It's dreadful becoming," said she, ivifrh n fnmnlnnnnf rrlinpp nf tVir* lr?riVJnrr_ I glass, "and hereafter I mean to get you I to trim all my hats for me, Leona."?! Saturday Night. The Coldest Spot and Coldesl Pay. The eoldest region in the United I States is the stretch of country on the i northern border from the Minnesota lakes to the western line of Dakota. At Pembina, which lies near the forty-! ninth parallel, the lowest temperature recorded in the great storm of the winter ' of 1S73 w.as fifty-six degrees below zero. ' This is believed to be Die lowest temper- { i ature reached in the United States.?Har i Francisco Examiner. Steel ts Wood. Steel seems to a great degree to be taking to a constantly increasing extent the place of wood in the construction ol railway rolling stock. Truck frames, made of hydraulically pressed steel plate, are now produced, and it is proposed, bj means of special shapes in which it maj be pressed, to use it in place of wood in | buiiding locomotive cabs, and eventuallj i i cars.?Dixie. :-r- jf-?:; -" v; , ' < v?\$>T; | HEY. DR. TALMAGE. THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY SERMON. Subjcct: "What Trouble is For." The Rev. T. Da Witt Talmage, D. D., preached to an overflowing congregation at the Brooklyn Academy of Music Before preaching lie said that a mistaken Notion was abroad that tho insurance on his destroyed church was enough to rebuild. The repetition of disasters left us in debt. Wo have practically built threo churches since I came to Brooklyn. First, the original Tabernacle. Soon after that we made an enlargement that cost almost as much as a church. A few years after it all burned. Then we put up the building recently destroyed, and reared it in a time when the whole country was in its worst financial distress. It was those repeated disasters that left us in debt. My congregation have done magnificently, but any church would be in debt after so many calamities. Now for the first time we are out of debt. But we need at least one hundred thousand dollars to build a church large enough, and we call ou people of all creeds and all lands to help. Before I help dedicate a new church we must have every dollar of it paid. I will never again be pastor of a church in debt. It has crippled us in all our movements, and I shall never again wear the shackles. I have for the last sixteen years preached to about 5000 people sitting "and standing. twice a Sabbath, but everybody knows that we need a place that will hold 8000 I j shall not be surprised if some man of wealth shall say: "Here are a ?100,000 if you will put up a memorial structure, and call it after the name of my departed father or child whose memory I want r?ut before all nations and for all time." And so it will be done. Text: "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."?Rev. vii., 17. Riding across a western prairie, wild flowers up to the hub of the carriage wheel, and while a long distance from any shelter, there came a sudden shower, and while the ram was falling in torrents, the sun was shining as brightly as I ever saw it shine; and I thought, what a beautiful spectacle this is! So the tears of the Biole are not midnight storm, but rain on pansied prairies in God's sweet and golden sunlight. You remember that bottle. which David labeled as containing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tears, and Christ's tears, and the harvest of joy that is to spring from the sowing of tears. God mixes them. God rounds them. God shows them where to fall. God exhales them. A census is taken of them, and there is a record as to the moment when they are born, and as to the place of their grave. Tears of bad men are not kept. Alexander, in his sorrow, had the hair clipped from his horses and mules, and made a great ado about his gi-ief; but in all the vases of heaven there is not one of Alexander's tears. I speak of the tears of the good. Alas! me! they are falling all the time. In summer, you sometimes hear the growling thunder, and you see there is a storm miles away; but you know from the drift of the clouds that it will not come anywhere near you. So, though it may be all bright around us,there is a shower of trouble somewhere all the time. Tears! Tears! What is the use of them anyhow? Why not substitute laughter? Why not make this a world where all the people are well and eternal strangers to pain and aches? What is the use of an eastern storm when we micht have a perpetual nor'wester? Why, when a family is put together, not have them all stay, or if they must be transplanted to make other homes, then have them all live? the family record telling a story of marriages and births, but of no deaths. Why not have the harvests chase each other without fatiguing toil? Why the hard pillow, the hard crust, the hard struggle? It is easy enough to explain a smile, or a success, or a congratulation: but, come now, and bring all your dictionaries and all your philosophies and all your religions, and help mo explain a tear. A chemist will tell you that it is made up of salt and lime and other component parts; but he misses the chief ingredients?the acid of a soured life, the viperine sting of a bitter memory, the fragments of a broken heart. I will tell you what a tear is: it is agony in solution. Hear me, then, while I discourse to you of the uses of trouble. First?It is the design of trouble to keep this world from being too attractive. Something must be done to make us willing to Slit this existence. If it were not for trouble is world would be a good enough heaven for me. You and I wouid be willing to take a lease of this life for a hundred million years if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and upholstered and pillared and chandeliered with such expense, no story of other worlds could enchant us. Wo would say: "Let well enough alone. If you want to die and have your body disintegrated in the dust, and your soul go out on a celestial adventure, then you can go; but this world is good enough for me." You might as well go to a man who has just entered the Louvre | at Paris, and tell him to hasten off to the picture galleries of Venice or Florence. 1 "Why," he would say, "what is the use of i my going there? There are Rembrandts and j Rubens and Raphaels here that I haven't , looked at yet." No man wants to go out of this world, or out of any house, until he has a better house. To cure this wish to stay here, God must \ somehow create a disgust for our surround- : ings. How shall He do it? He cannot afford ! to doface His horizon, or to tear off a fiery panel from the sunset, or to subtract an anther from the water lily, or to banish the Dixngent aroma from the mignonette, or to drag tne rones or rue morning in The mire. You cannot expect a Christopher Wren to mar his own St. "Paul's cathedral or a Michael Angelo to dash out his own "Last Judgment," or a Handel to discord his "Israel in Egypt," aud you cannot expect God to j spoil the architecture and muslc'of His own world. How then are we to be made willing to leave? Here is where trouble comes in. Alter a man nas nau a gooa aeai 01 trouDie, he says: "Weil, I am ready to go. If there is a house somewhere whose roof' doesn't leak, I would like to live there. If there is an atmosphere somewhere that does not distress the lungs, I would like to breathe it. If there is a society somewhere where there is no tittletattle, I would like to live there. If there is a home circle somewhere where I can find my lost friends, I would like to go there." He used to read the first part of the Bible chiefly, now he reads the last part of the Bible chiefly. Why has ho changed Genesis for Revelation? All! he used to be anxious chiefly to know how this world was made, and all about its geological construction. Now he is chiefly anxious to know how the uext world was made, and how it looks, and who live there, and how they dress. He reads Revelation ten times now where he reads Genesis once. The old story, "In the beginning, God created the | heavens and the earth," does not thrill ; him half as much as the other story, i "I saw a new heaven and a new earth." ' The old man's hand trembles as he turns over this apocalyptic leaf, and he has to take : out his handkerchief to wipe his spectacles. That book of Revelations is a prospectus now of the country into which he is to soon immigrate; the country into which he has lots already laid out, and avenues opened, aud trees planted and mansions built. The thought of that blessed place comes i over me mightily, and I declare that if this I b All en ? rvn.iof o n rJ Trmi fill passengers on hoard it, and one hand could launch that ship into the glories of heaven, I should be tempted to take the responsi- ' bility anil launch you all into glory with one stroke, holding on to the side of the boat until I could get in myself. And yet there are people here to whom this world is brighter than heaven. Well, dear souls, I do not blame you. It is natural. But after a while you will be ready to go. It was not until Job had beeu worn out with bereavements and carbuncles and a pest of a wife that he wanted to see (rod. It was not until the prodigal got tired of living among the hogs that he wanted to go to his Father's House. It is the ministry of trouble to make this world worth less and heaven worth more. Again, it is the use of trouble to make us | feel our complete dependence upon God. j King Alphonso said that if he had teen pres- [ ent at the creation he could have made a bet- j ter world than this. What a pity ho was not ! present! I do not know what God will do when some men die. Men think they can do : anything until God shows them they do nothing at all. We lay our great plans and wo like to execute them, ft looks big. God comes and CaSes us down. As Prometheus was assaulted by his enemy, when the lance struck him it opened a great swelling that had threatened his death, and he got well. So it is the arrow of trouble that lets our freat swellings of pride. We never feel our ependenc^ upon (S^i.untU.wft.fietJrouble^ I was riding with my little child along the road, and she asked if she might drive. I said: "Certainly." I handed over the reins to her, and I had to ! admire the pleo with which she drove. But after a while we met a team and we had to turn out. Th's road was narrow, and it was sheer down on both sides. She handed the reins over to me, and said: "I think you had batter take charge of the horse." 80 we are all children; and on this road of life we like to drive. It gives one such an abearance of j superiority and power. It looks big. But . after a while we meet some obstacle, and we | have to turn out, and the road is narrow, I and it is sheer down on both sides; and then I we are willing that God should take the I reins and drive. Ah! my friends, we get up| set so often because we do not hand over tho reins soon enough. Can .you not tell whan. vou. hear a. mau pray, whether he has ever had any trouble? 1 can. The cadence, the phraseology indicate it. Why do women pray better than men? Because they have had more trouble. Be] fore a man has had any trouble, his prayers j are poetic, and he begins away up among the | sun, moon and stars, and gives the Lord a J great deal of astronomical information that j must be highly gratifying. He then comes ! on down gradually over beautifully table| lands to "forever and ever, amen." But af! ter a man has had trouble, pravor is with ' him a taking hold of the arm of God and crying out for help. 1 have heard earnest pray1 ers on two or three occasions that I remember. Once, on the Cincinnati express train, j going at forty miles the. hour, and the i train jumped the track, and we were near a chasm eighty feet deep; and the men who, a few minutes before, had been swearing and blaspheming God, began to pull and jerk at the bell rope, and got -.1 1u. j j i up uu tuw utti;Ks ut iuo atja-wj tuiu t'ricu j out: "0 God, save us'" There was another time, about eight hundred miles out at sea, on a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split finer than kindling wood. They prayea then. Why is it you so often hear psopie, in reciting the last experience of some friend, say: "He made the most beautiful prayer I ever heard?" What makes it beautiful? It is the earnestness of it. Oh, I toll you a man is in earnest when his stripped and naked soul wades out in the soundless, shoreless, bottomless ocean of eternity. I It is trouble, my friends, that makes us feel our dependence upon God. We do not know j our own weakness or God's strength until ; th9 last plank breaks. It is contemptible in us when there is nothing else to take hold of, that we catch hold of God only. A man is unfortunate in business. He has to raise a great deal of money, and raise it quickly. < He borrows on word and note all he can bor, row. After a while he puts a mortgage on | his house. After a while he puts a second 1 mortgage on his house. Then he puts a lien | on his furniture. Then he makes over his ! life insurance. Then he assigns all his property. Then he goes to his father-in-law and a3ks for help! Well, having failed everywhere, completely failed, he gets down on his knees and says: "0 Lord, I have tried everybody and everything, now help me out of this financial trouble." He makes God the last resort instead of the first resort. There are men who have paid ten cents on a dollar who could have paid a hundred cents on a dollar i if they had gone to God in time. Why, you I do not know who the Lord is. He is not an I autocrat seated far up in a palace, from which He emerges once a year, preceded by heralds swinging swords to clear the way! No. But a Father willing, at our call, to j stand by us in every crisis and predicament i of life. I tell you what some of you business men i make me think of. A young man goes off | from home to earn his fortune. He goes i with his mother's consent and benediction. She has large wealth; but ho wants to make j his own fortune. He goes far away, falls i sick, gets out of money. Ho sends for the I hotel Keeper where he is staying, asking, for lenience, and the answer he gets is: "If you ! don't pay up Saturday night you'll be removed to the hospital." The young man sends to a comrade in the same building. No help. He writes to a banker who was a friend of his deceased father. No relief. He writes to an old schoolmate, but gets no help. ; Saturday night comes and he is removed to j the hospital. Getting there, he is frenzied with grief; and : ho borrows a sheet of paper and a postage stamp, and he sits down, and he writes home, saying: "Dear mother, lam sick unto death. ! Come." It is ten minutes of 10 o'clock when she gets the letter. At 10 o'clock the train 1 starts. She is five minutes from the deDot. She gets there in time to have five minutes to spare. She wonders why a train that can go thirty miles an hour cannot go sixty miles an hour. She rushes into the hospital. She says: "My son, what does all this mean? Why didn't you send for me? You sent to everybody but ine. You knew I could and would help you. Is this the reward I get for my kindness to you always?" She bundles him up, takes him home, and gets him well very soon. Now, some of you' treat God just as that young man treated his mother. When you get into a financial perplexity, you call on the banker,you call on trie broker,you call on your creditors, you call on your lawyer for legal counsel; you call upon everybody, and when you cannot get any help, then you go to God. You say: "0 Lord I come to Thee. Help me now out of my perplexitv." And tho Lord comes, though it is the eleventh hour. He says: "Why did you not send for Me before? As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you." It is to throw us back upon an all comforting God that we have this ministry of tears. Again, it is the use of trouble to capacitate us for the office of sympathy. The priests, under the old dispensation, were set apart by having water sprinkled on their hands, feet and head; and by the sprinkling of tears people are now set apart to the office of sympathy. When we are in prosperity we like to have a great many young people [ around us, and we laugh when they laugh, and we romp when they romp, and we sing wben they sing; but when we have trouble | we like plenty of old folks around. Why? j They know how to talk. Take an aged motner, seventy years of age, and she is almost omnipotent in comfort. Why? She I has been through it all. At 7 o'clock in the morning she goes over to comfort a young mother who has just lost her babe. Grandmother knows all about that trouble. Fifty years ago she felt it. At 12 o'clock of that day she goes over to comfort a widowed soul. She knows all about that. ; She has been walking in that dark valley twenty years. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon , some one knocks at the door wanting bread. She knows all about that. Two or three times in her life she came to her last loaf. At 10 o'clock that night she goes over to sit up with some ono severely siok. She knows all about it. She knotvs all about fevers and pleurisies and broken bones. She has been doctoring all her life, spreading plasters, and pouring out bitter drops, aud snaking up hot pillows, and contriving things to tempt a poor appetite. Doctors Abernethy and Rush and Hosack and Harvey were great doctors, but the greatest doctor the world ever saw is an old Christian woman. Dear me! Do we not remember her about the room when we were sick in our boyhood? Was there any one who could ever "so touch a sore withbut hurting it? And when she lifted her spectacles against her wrinkled forehead, so she could look closer at the wound, it was three-fourths healed. And when the Lord took her home, aituougn you may have been men aCJ women thirty, forty, fifty years of age, vou lay on the coffin lid and sobbed as though you were only fiv3 or ten years of age. 0 man, praise God if }rou have in your memory the picture of an honest, sympathetic, kind, self sacrificing, Christ-like mother. Oh.it takes these people who have had trouble to comfort others in trouble. Where did Paul get the ink with which to write his comforting epistle? Where did David get the ink to write his comforting Psalms? Where did John get the ink to write his comforting Revelation? They got it out of their own tears. When a man has gone through the curriculum, and has taken a course of dungeons and imprisonments and shipwrecks, he is qualified for the work of sympathy. When I began to preach, my sermons on the subject of trouble were all "poetic and in semi-blank verse; but God knocked the blank verse out of me long ago, and I have found out that I cannot comfort people except as I myself have been troubled. God make me the son of consolation to the people. I would rather be the means of soothing ona perturbed spirit to-day, than to play a tune that would set all the sons of mirth reeling in the dance. I am a herb doctor. I put into the caldron the Root out of dry ground without form or comeliness. Then I put in the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley, Then I put into the caldron some of the leaves from the Tree of Life, and the Branch that was thrown into the wilderness Marah. Then I pour in the tears of Bethany and Golgotha; then I stir them up. Then I kindle under the caldron a fire made of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that potion will cure the worst sickness that ever afflicted a human soul. Mary . Vt rv. .. V" -, and Martha, shall receive their Lazarus from the tomb. The damsel shall rise! And on the darkness shall break the morning, and God will wipe all tears from their eyes. You know on a well spread table the food becomes more delicate at the last. I have fed you to-day with the bread of consolation. Let the table now be cleared, and let us set on the chalice of Heaven. Letf the King's cup bearers come in. Good morning. Heaven ! "Oh," says some critic in the audience, "the Bible contradicts itself. It intimates again and again that there are to be no tsars in heaven, and if there be no tears in heaven, how is it possible that God will wipe any away?" I answer, have you never seen a child crying one moment and laughing the next; and while she was laughing, you saw thetears still on her face! And perhaps you stopped her in the very midst of her resumed plee. and wiped off those delayed tears. So, T think, after the heavenly rap tures nave come upon us, ttiere may De tne mark of some earthly grief, and while those tears are glittering in the light of the jasper sea, God will wipe them away. How well Ha can do that. Jesus had enough trial to make Him sympathetic with all trial. The shortest verse in the Bible tells the story: "Jesus wept." The scar on the back of either hand, the scar on the arch of either foot, the row of scars along the line of the hair,will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that great weeper is just the one to silence all earthly trouble, wipe out all stains of earthly grief, Gentle! Why, His step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not ba a tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a Father who will take you oil His left arm, His fac9 gleaming into yours, while with the soft tip3 or tue nngers or ine ngnu nana, ne snan wipo away all tears from your eyes. I have noticed when the children get hurt, and their mother is away from home, they come to me for comfort and sympathy; but I have noticed that when the children get hurt and their mother is at home, they go right past me and to her; I am of no account. So, when the soul comes up into heaven out of the wounds of this life, it will not stop to IaaIt frtr "Paul r\r? llfnoac nr TioviH fir JnVin These did very well ouce, but now the soui shall rush past, crying: "Where is Jesus? Where is Jesus?" Dear Lord, what a magnificent thing to die if Thou shalt thus wipe away our tears. Methink it will tako us some time to get used to heaven: the fruits of God without one speck; the fresh pastures without one nettle; the orchestra without one snapped string; the river of gladness without one torn bank; the solferinos and the saffron of sunrise and suns9t swallowed up in the eternal day> that beams from God'a countenance! Why should I wish to linger In the wild, When Thou art waiting, Father, to receive Thy child? If wo could get any appreciation of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick we would be unfit for every day work. Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa University, put in my hand a meteoric stone, a stone thrown off from some other world to this. How suggestive it was to me. And I have to tell you the best representations we have of heaven are only aerolites flung off from that world which rolls on, bearing the multitudes of the redeemed. We analyze these aerolites, and find them crystalizations of tears No wonder, flung off from heaven. "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Have you any appreciation of the good and glorious times your friends are having in heaven? How different it is when they get news there of a Christian's death from what it is here. It is the difference between embarkation and coming into port. Everything depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of a Christian's death. If you stand on this side of the river you mourn that they go. If you stand on the other side of the river you rejoice that they come. Oh, the difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven?between requiem here and triumphial march there? parting here and reunion there. Together! TT U4 TUaw navo yuu tuuugub ui iu; xuo* ai o . I Not one of your departed friends in one land and another in another land; but together, iu different rooms of the same house?the house of many mansions. Together! 1 never appreciated that thought so much as when we laid away in her last slumber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the vil- , lapre cemetery, I looked around and said: > "There is father, there is mother, there is , grandfather, there is grandmother, there are , whole circles of kindred;" and I thought to | myself: "Together in the grave?together in glory." I am so impressed with the thought that I do uot think it is any fanaticism when some one is going from this world to the next if you make them the bearer of dispatches to your friends who are gone, saying: "Give my love to my parents, give my | love to my. children, give my love to my old comrades who are in glory, and tell them I . am trying to fight the good fight of faith, \ and I will join them after awhile." i I believe the message will be delivered; and ; I believe it will increase the gladness of those j who are before the throne. Together are j they, all their tears gone. Ho trouble getting ] good society for them. All Kings, Queens, ] Princes, and Princesses. Iu 1751 there was a < bill offered in the English parliament pro- \ posing to change the almanac so that the 1st of March should come immediately after the , lSth of February. But, oh, what a glorious j change in the calendar when all the years of your earthly existence are swallowed up in j tVio ofAMial vpnr nf ? My friends, take this good cheer home with you, These tears of bereavement that ] course your cheek, and of persecution, and of trial, are not always to be there. The motherly hand of God will wipe them all , away. What w the uset on the way to such ( a consummation?what is the use of fretting ( about anything? Oh, what an exhilaration , it ought to be in Christian work! i See you the pinnacles against the sky? It is thtf city of our God, 1 and we are approaching it. Oh, I ] let us be busy in the few days that shall remain for us. The Saxons and the Britons i went out to battle. The Saxons were ali ] armed. The Britons had no weapons at all; i and yet history tells us the Britons got the t victory. Why? They went into battle ( shouting three times, '"Hallelujah!" and at 1 the third shout of "Hallelujah," their ene- j mies fled panic struck; and so the Bfitons go; t the victory. < And, my friends, if we could only appre- ] date the glories that are to come, we would t be so filled with enthusiasm that no power of | earth or hell could stand before us; and at < our first shout the opposing forces would begin to tremble, and at our second shout they ' would begin to fall back, and at our thir? j it A. A.% * 1 I- - J TbflM ' juouc mey wouia ue rouuuu luiota, 1 sno power on cnrth or in hell that could stand before three such volleys of hallo- ] iujah. I put this balsam on the wounds of your heart. Rejoice at the thought of what your , departed friends have got rid of, and th&t you have a prospect of so soon making your ; own escape. Bear cheerfully the ministry of ' tears, ana exult at the thought that soon it is j to be ended. There ive shall march up the heavenly street, . And ground our arms at Jesus"S feet. ". * ? ( c M.vyville, X. Y., has the oldest ap- j plicant for a pension in the country, < if not in the world. His name is j Pliilo Grant. He i3 in his 102d year, < is as straight as an arrow, and has 1 good eyesight. Until recently ho has been able to do a good day's work, but owing to an accident is unable to per- 5 form manual labor, and lias applied < through the County Clerk for a de- 1 pendent pension. He is a veteran of < the war of 1812 and tho Mexican war, ? and his mind is clear and he can talk ( intelligently upon ni03t subjects. He J ia in-i/lrtnlvfn/Ilw flm nhlpst. man in Chautauqua. A Vienna millionaire "who died a | short time ago had such an antipathy to darkness that ho provided by will for au electric light to be kept burning , in the vault during the entire year, the 4 Interior of his cofliu also to be electri- f cally lighted i The extent to which "trial bv news- J paper" is carried on in New York raises ihe question, Are courts and juries ' lecessary to convict, anyhow? News- ' papers often conviot a man as soon a& ' ae is arrested, if not before. > RELIGIOUS READING. TELL JESU3." When thou wakest in the morning, Ere thou tread the untried way Of the lot that lies before thee Through the roming busy day, Whether sunbeams promise brightness . Whether dim forebodings fall, Be thy dawning glad or gloomy, Go to Jesus?tell Him all! In the calm of sweet communion Let thy daily work be done; In the peace of soul outpouring, Care be banished, patience won; And if earth with its enchantments, Seek thesnirit to enthrall, Ere thou listen, ere thou answer, Tarn to Jesus?tell Him all! T2ien, as hour by hour glides by thee, Thou wilt blessed guidance know; Thine own burdens being lightened, Thou canst bear another's woe; . Thou canst hglp the weak ones onward, Thou canst raise up those that fall; But remember, while thou servest, Still tell Jesus?tell Him all! And if weariness creep o'er thee As the day wears to its close, Or if sudden, fierce temptation Brings thee face to face with foes, In thy weakness, in thy peril, Raise to heaven a trustful call; Strength snd calm for every crisis Come?in telling Jesus all. TOBACCO IN PRISON. New York State spends $20,000 to supply its prisons with tobacco. And this tobacco just feeds the fire* of appetite for liquor so that when the convicts come out they go at once for whisky and there is no salvation from their old habits. GIVE ME YOUR BOY. The saloon must have boys or it must 3hut up shop. Can't you furnish it one? It is a great factory, and unless it can get 2,000,000 boys from each generation for raw material, some of these factories must close out, and its operatives must be thrown on a cold world, aad the public revenue will dwindle. "Wanted 2,000,000 boys." is the notice. One family out of every five must contribute a boy to keep up the supply. Will you help? WhL#h of your boys will it be? The minotaur of Crete had to have a trireme full of fair maidens each year: but the minotaur of America demands a city full of boys each year. Are you a father? Have you given your share to keep up the supply for this preat public institution tbat is helping to pay your taxes and kindly electing Sublic officials for you? Have you contnuted a boy? If not, some other family has. had to give more than its share. Are you' selfishly voting to keep the saloon open to K'nd up boys, and then doing nothing to sp up the supply??Selected. DENIED, YET ANSWERED. When Augustine, in his home at Carthage, resolved to visit Rome, his mother wished either to prevent him from going, or to go with him. He would listen to neither proposal, and resorted to a trick to carry out bis plan. One evening he went to the seashore and his mother followed. There were two chapels dedicated to the memory of the martyr Cyprian, and he pressed her to spend one evening in the church of the martyr, while he would accompany a friend on board a ship, there to say farewell. While she was there in tears, praying and wrestling with God to prevent the voyage. Augustine sailed for Italy, and his deceived mother next morning found herself alone. In quiet resignation she returned to the city and continued to pray for the salvation of her son. Though meaning well, yet she erred in her prayers, for the journey of Augustine was the means of his salvation. The denial of the praver was, in fact, the answering of it. Instead of the husk, God granted rather the substance of her petition in the conversion of her son. "Therefore," said he, "O God, thou hast rejard to the aim and essence of her desires, and didst not do what she then prayed for, that thou migbtst do for me what she continually implored."?Anon. j. n. LOWELL ox r.ELiorojr. "I fear that when we indulge ourselves in the amusement of going without a religion, we are not perhaps, aware how much we are sustained at present by an enormous mass all about us of religious feelings and religious convictions, so that, whatever it may be safe for us to think?for us who have had jreat advantages, and have been brought up in such a way that a certain moral direction lias been given to our character?I do not know what would become of the less-fav3red classes of mankind if they undertook to play the same game. "Whatever defects and imperfections may attach to a few points of the doctrinal system of Calvin?the bulk of which was simply what all Christians believed?it will be found that Calvinism, or another ism which claims an open Bible and proclaims a crucified and risen Christ, is infinitely preferable to any form of polite and polished skepticism, which gathers a3 its votaries the degenerated sons of heroic ancestors, who, having been trained ma so ciety and educated in schools, ttie jounciations of which were laid by men of faith und piety, now turn and kick down the ladder by which they have climbed up, and persuade men to live without God, and leave them to die without hope. "The worst kind of religion is no religion it all, and these men, living in ease and uxury, indulging themselves in the 'amusement of going without religion,' may be ;hankful that they live in lands where the 3ospel that they ncglect has tamed the jeastliness and ferocity of the men who, but "or Christianity, might long ago have eaten -heir carcasses like the South Sea Islanders, ir cut off their heads and tanned their hides ike the monsters of the French Revolu;ion. When the microscopic search of skep;icism, which has hnntea the heavens and lounded the seas to disprove the existence of % Creator, has turned its attention to human society. and has found a place on this planet :en miles square, where a decent man can live in decency, comfort and security, supporting and educating his children unspo'lcd and unpolluted; a place where age is reverenced, infancy protected, manhood expected, womanhood honored, and human life held in due regard; when skeptics can tind such a place ten miles square on this | *lobe. where the Cospel of Christ has not j rone and cl.eared the way, and laid the foundation and made decency and security possible, it will be in order ior the skeptical literati to move thither and there ventilate lieir views. But as long as these men are: nnnn the religion which thev I discard for every privilege they enjoy, they may well hesitate a little before they seek to rob the Christian of his hope, and humanity if its faith in that Savior who alone has given :o man that hope of life eternal which makea life tolerable and society possible,. and robs j ileath of its terrors and the grave of its ] jloom." Frances E. Willard thus beautifully de- j crilies her experience when she entirely j xmseerated herself to the service of lier J Saviour: "I cannot describe the deep well- j ng up of joy that gradually possessed me. I was utterly free from care. I was blithe j is a bird that is good for nothing except to I >ing. I did not ask myseif 'Is thitf my j iuty?' but just intruitively knew what I was ailed upon to do. The conscious, cmo | ional presence of Christ through the Holy' Spirit he'd. me. Iran about on his errands ! just for love.' Life was a halcyon day. | \11 mv friends knew and noticed the change, ; ind I would not like to write down the 1 ovely things some of them said to nie; but ;hey did me no harm, tor I was shut in vitli the Lord." Three fishermen off the Florida oast ia a small boat were attacked by I , gray eagle the other da,y. They rere watching the majestic flight o) ho proud bird of freedom, when it uddeuly soared high above them and hen came down with a tremendous iwoop, just missing the head of one ol he men. It made several such at;acks, and was only beaten off by a rigorous use Qf fishpoles. TEMPERANCE^ THANKSGIVING. J Plenty of peace sit smiling here, * ' We thank th? Giver of all good _ ; For the large loaf of needed food, The product of a plenteous year. y'fria Here commerce spreads her sails of snowSfla Here anvils ring and forges glow, Here freely swings the uchool-house door.^H Here science sweeps the starlit floor. Have not our days been golden days, ^ In happv homes where honor dwells? I Music and song the story tells | Of hearts that overflow with praise, 1 For gifts from the sweet heaven above, j For filial and parental love, For health ana life aud the good cheer 1 Which crown another prosperous yeary Our bins are filled with golden wheat -a I From fruitful fields, hard labor tilled, j j] Orchards and vineyards here have filled . :l Our vaults with unspoiled juices* sweet, ^ In grateful praise we lift our eyes To Him who gave us genial skies, And blessed the nation at its task HWith daily bread for which we ask. The Ben jamin of nations born, ' ;i Our land no needed blessings lack,. The loving cup is in the sack, With shekels hia amid the corn; / Upon the just and the unjust 35 The rain has fallen on the dust,'. ; M And from it food abundant springs, ->; Fit for a continent of Kings. N "'/& Canned fruits. G. W. Burgay,in Temperance Advocate*^ EVILS OF Auii. / i The evil wrought by alcoholic drink is now i j J - 1 1_f A >11 . iCKHQWieugeu auu jjiutuuuicu uj <1U WWU! 41 j gans of public opinion. It undermines health,, anfeebles the will, coarsens the mind and in* Barnes animal passions. It separates husbands and wives, divides families and deprive#. ihildren of the home influence which nothIng else can supply. It lowers the standard ; > of morals, fills 'prisons and insane asylums ; trith .its victims, and feeds the germs of corruption in the body politic. It is, in a word, the cause of the occasion of four-fifths of the :rime by which our national life is diejraced.? Bishop Spalding. THE REAL CONTP.IBUTOM. "' The Chicago brewers are being congra(ip^|f lated for their generosity in subscribinjj^H $200,000 to the Chicago World's Fair fond^^l but how would it do to give a part of tha^J| credit to the real contributors?the impover-' 2 ished wage-workers, the distressed wives and' '<-3 mothers, and pinched and starving children,; whose living, passing through the channel! of the liquor traffic, has made the brewer* so wealthy that they can subscribe this large sum without feeling it, even if they had not the prospect of getting it all back again, and very much more besides, if the Exposition should be held in Chicago??The Pioneer. 110RAL AND LEGAL EFFOBT. Moral suasion and moral force is one of the foundation-stones of the temperance r& form, and must ever and continually be 1 - -i.-J-.J m 1? X li ! t33S maintained. 10 matte, tu sou, w mi ? to have part in sin and wickedness of the results. The appeal to the conscience is one of, the strongest weapons in this warfare. Rev. Dr. Ecob says: "Every man who touches, tastes or handles this accursed thing is a sinner against man and before God." This is one of the strongest arguments for the abso- lute prohibiten of the traffic that can be presented. The sin of the drink habit and drink traffic must be proclaimed so long as the drink exists, and until it is banished from the face of the earth. Moral suasion and moral effort, however, . ' can never have much more than a few lndi- - \ ~ividual triumphs here and there so long as the strong arm of the State is thrown around the liquor traffic, and it is legalized and sanctioned and protected by statutes and Gov- ernment officers. "Regulation" cannot reg- ulate this "gigantic crime of crimes." The . power and support of the State must be taken 2rom the saloon and be placed around the 20me. The saloon must be outlawed and the individual protected. Then and only then can moral suasion have its full and rightful " influence. Moral and legal effort joined hand in hand will as surely bring the victory as there is a God in heaven who favors righteousness and disapproves of sin and all in| iQuity.?National Advocate. THE BEER-DRIXKEBS. hX', The World recently sent out a raDorter-fo^^ a number of the bie breweries of Now Tork 1 | city to see if there was any troth in the won- ' ; derful stories told of the drinking habits ol | brewery employes, and it claims that the wildest stories are not exaggerated. Brewery hands are generally furnished, free grating : with all the beer they can drink, and the World man says that they take advantage of this privilege often to the extent of from forty to one hundred glasses daily. Ona monumental beer-guzzler, who tips the scale j ac 330 pounds, has a record of 140 glasses in a i single day. "Our men," said one brewer, "drink twenty to thirty glasses a day." Another declared: "The average number of glasses drunk by our people during a day is seventy?five apiece, each glass holding half a pint. We have a few brilliant stars who con- " > sider 100 glasses per diem to be only ordinary exercise." But what stars! Six of them weighed 1520 pounds. If men were to be val? ued for the same qualities as are considered' to constitute excellence in hogs, no doubt all the prizes at any exhibition of hnman animals would be carried off by some of these brewery hands. Their only competitors w>ould be some of their best customers. " For all beer-drinkers the Brewer? JourncU plapfes the consumption of beer in the United^ gtates in 1879 rat 7.05 gallons per capita,1 yhile in 1886 it had increased wv^uty-sfiven I per cent, to 12:48 gallons. During these I j ears consumption of bser in England ! and Germany remained aboGt stationary? j being 32.88 gallons in England, and 24.99 | gallons inGermany. These figures show two i things: First, that while m tngiana ana ! Germany the per capita amount of liquoi' | consumed has remained the same during the I last tan years, yet in this country it haa increased during that short period seventy-' seven per cent. And second, that, the average German imbibes two and the English three times as freely as the American. Yet drunkenness is more common in this counter* TESTPERAN'CE XEWS AND NOTES. 1 A boy five years old was treated in a pri-J vate hospital in Berlin for delirium tremens.' Nearly two hundred new W. *C. T. unions have been organized in Pennsylvania' this year. j; * It is estimated that $10,000 is spent for! drink on an average steamship from England to Australia. ? : j The Cadiz (Ohio) Flambeau estimates thai the liquor traffic takes ona boy from every! fifth household. ' In-Germany rifty per cent. oMhr seventy per cent of the crim/ial are incorJ rigible drinkers. ?y" The total number of licenses in Great Britain and Ireland for -the sale of intoxicate ing liquor ? 163,383. Tho Keeper 01 .^ne inorgua mnew xorit city states that four-fifths of the 5000 bodies that reach, the city dead-housa every year are sent there by drunkenness. Mrs. Jfrfin Green way, widow of the late millionaire brewer of Syracuse, Now York, has been pronounced by the courts an habitual-drunkard and deprived of the control ofi her husband's vast estata. "I have treated nearly saven thousand cases of inebriety, and eight-tenths of that number originated from wine and malt liquors," says Albert Day, M. D., Superintendent of the "VVashingtonian Home at Boston. San Obispo, Cal., a town of 1300 inhabit^ ants, supports eighty saloons. A local WJ C. T. U. secretary, in trying to raise funds for a building for the union, exclaims: "Help us, for our children aro being eaten liko bread before our eyes."' i An Episcopal rector recently open 3d a tem-! perance meeting by reading the ten com-! mandments, prefacing th-j act wita these suggestive words: "I will road the Decalogue, every one of whose commands is constantly violated in the saloon." Great Britain has at least three distin-j guished military commanders wh? are total, abstainers, viz.: Sir Robert Thayer, comJ mander-in-chief of Her Majesty's armies ini Bomflay; Sir Henry Ramsey, late comJ mander of a province in India, and Sir Charles Bernard, commander of Burmah' during the late Burmese war. j The New York correspondent of the Philadelphia Ledger wrote in a letter to that paper: "In a tenement house on Eighteenth! street an officer fonnd Daniel Hynes and hii wife lying dead drunk on the floor, vitfc their little flve-year-old son Daniel sitting astride his father's body, playing "horav and an infant child, tea months oldLlyina dead on a table. The imagination, of trough never painted a sadder picture of the damnlos ejects of drink", ~.v. >..? . I