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THE OLD FRIENDS. The old ft iends, the o1- friendb: We loved when we were youni, With ,unstine on therf And music on their tu The bees are in the a:i il.'ur. The birds ren- w their strai : But the old friends, o(Nls Ist )u. Can never co., a an. The old fti-nda. the oM trie;:' Their brow is ined with e tre, They've furrows in the tadel IC And silver in the h 'ir. But to we they are the i d f alt! In youth and blo.t: the sam, As when we dr'~e th,- tying b.il, Or shouted in the :.an e The old men, tle ".d mien: How slow they creep alona: How riaughtiiy we scoffed at then in days when we were yo:na Their prosing and their dozin', 'Their prate of ti:res gone by. Their shiver like an asprn .i if but a breath went by. But we, we are the o'd imen now, Our blcod i- faint and chili; We cannot :eap the mighty broek, Or climb the breakneck hil. We maunder down the shortest cts, We rest on stick or stile, And the young men hblf.ahatned to iaugh Yet pass us with a sni'e. But the young men, the young rue%! Their strengtn is fair to see; The straight back and the springy strie, The eye is falcon free; The shout above the frolic wind, As up the hill they ,;: But though so high above us now, They soon shall be as low. 0 weary, weary dry; the years As life draws near the end; And sadly, sadly fatl the tea s For loss'of love and friend. But we'll not doubt there's good abonut In all of humankind, So here's a health before we go, To those we leave behind! WHAT A BREAKFAST DID. "You love her, my son. "I do." "And have told her so?" "Never in words, mother." An expression of relief escaped Mrs. Hawley's lips. And putting her hand carelessly on her son's shoulder. she said: "Herbert, when your brother mar ried, having no daughter of my own, my heart was gladdened with the thought that my boy's wife would fill ,the vacant place in both heart and home. You know how terribly I was disappointed. Oh ! my boy, with this, Albert's dreadful mistake, ever before you. I fear you will do likewise. Louise Delmar is not the girl to make you happy. The petted favorite of such a woman as Mrs. Courtney, her aunt, whose whole life is devoted to fashion, what can you expect of Louise? Promise me you will pro ceed no further in this matter until you. know better; that is, . until you find out she is different from what she seems." "Oh, mother, how can I ever know her better unless I become soiething more to her than a mere acquaint ance? Do not bind me with such a promise." "I must. Promise me, my son! Your happiness is my only aim. If she is worthy you will.find it out some time." "After another man has won her, perhaps," said Herbert gloomily. "No, I think not. I do not ask you to withdraw entirely from her society; and if you have made a favorable im pression on her heart she will not readily transfer her kindly feeling to another." Mrs. Hawley won the promise she sought. Poor fellow! The bright hopes which filled his heart were sud denly dashed aside. He believed Louise thought more favorable of him than any of the other young men who sought her so ciety. He had determined, after speaking to his mother on the subject, to tellis love and win her promise to of co'urse. the interview 'mother, and the result, was a severe disappointment. . A few evenings after Mrs. Hawley wa~s seated in the parlor with Herbert. Vainly she had endeavored to draw him into conversation. He remained in gloomy silence. And his mother was wishing someone would come in, to make it necessary for him to throw off the depression, and exert himself to be a little areble, when the door opened and te servant announced "Mr. Mayo." Tom Mayo w'as Herbert's chum and class mate. Mrs. Hawley gladly wel comed his coming. As he acknowl edgd her cordial greeting, he said: 'My call is especially for you, Mrs. *Hawley, to solicit your influence with that obstinate son of yours. I've been pleading with him fo.r a week past to promise he will go home with me to Baltimore, and spend the Easter holi days. My sister' has written me to -brmng a couple of friends. She is go iig'to have some of her school mates, and we expect a very pieasant time. But Herbert insists that he cannot. Will you help me? Mrs. Hawley was delighted with the, prospect, and - earnestly joined her efforts with his friends to mnduce him to go. At length they were successful. And the next mornitng Tom, Herbert and another friend left town for the former's home. Three days after Mrs. Hawley re ceived a letter from her son, bringing this information:. "On my arrival at Mayo's I re ceived a surprise which would have been a very happy one had I not been bound by that hard promise. You, perhaps, will think it all a concerted >]an. But I tell you, and you will believe me, I never dreamed of meet ing Louise, when I stood before her in Mrs. Mayo's drawingroom." Notwithstanding the barrier against any further progress in Herbert's woo ing, he spent a very pleasant week. New hope was in his heart. In daib intercourse with Louise, his love grew greater. He was convinced life with her would be such as to make him the happiest of mortals. A p roof to him of her worth was the children lingered near and clung about her while she listened with in terest to their prattle, and busied her fingers with little articles for their amusement. It was the last evening of their stay. Tom and his friend had prolonged the pleasant visit to the last hour. Herbert's business had not been so pressing as the others, and he would gladly have remained longer: but of course he felt bound to retui'n when they did. It was a terrible night. The rain, which had been falling during the afternoon, came down in torrents. There was no prospect of anything better in the morning. Nevertheless they must leave on the early train. Herbert had accompanied Tom down to the basement, in a hunt for sundry rubber coats and overshoes. They ~were about to enter the kitchen to make inquiries of Bridget, when a. wvail, as of the greatest grief and de 'pi escaped that worthy's lips. Hrbert started hack with a look of much anxiety. Tom whispered: "Nothing of much consequence. Something has gone wrong with her. Stand back a little and be quiet: we shall soon know the trouble." And soon it was as Torm predicted. Bridget groaned forth: "Tmi o'clock: Oh: bad luck to hinm: an' he'll not come tonight: An' it's Bridget O'Grady's riputation as a cook will be ruined by a baste of a Just then the listeners attention was directed fromii Bridget by the sound of ii:lit footsteps coming down the stairs. Further back into the shade ther drew, as the kitchen door opened. and they heard the pleasant voice of b1iss Delmar, asking: Tan I have some hot water, Brid get" Bridget immediately poured out her grief to Louis:, who at once under took to help get breakfast which should sust:in the reputation of the kitchen: out of the scanty materials on hand, and ended by saying: "We will give the gentlemen a very nice breakfast, Bridget. "It strikes me. Tou, we are learn ing some secrets in the culinary art in a rather questionabl' way. I think we had better reti:re," said H-erbert. The next morning when Herbert entered the breakfast room, lie felt a little curiosity to see the result of Miss Delmar's debut in Bridget's do mamn. As he had hoped. the object of his thought that m loriing. and dreams the night before, was waitinig at the table to preside at the breakfast. which. to l Ierbert's mind, was the most delightful in his life. Louise ;was charning im her simple morning toilet. lD:idget was the pict ure of good humor. And how could she be othe:rwise: The breakfast was a perfect success. The fragrant coffee, the rice cakes, so light and crisp: an omelet beautiful to look at, and deli cious to taste: a dish of delecate and tempting looking little articles, which the young gentlemen seemed to relish very highly. Louise laughingly call ed them "wonders, ' and Herbert was sure they were the result of Bridget's attack on the much abused "ham bone." The time for leaving came. It was a severe trial for Herbert, to go with out whispering a word of tenderness. There was such a wistful earnestness in his eyes. as they lingered so long gazing into hers, that Louise knew lie loved her, and wondered why he did not tell her so. In the hall the young gentlemen called Bridget, to thank her for the very nice breakfast she had given them at such a very unsea sonable hour. Bridget, looking at the notes that were placed in her hand, hesitated a moment and ihen exclaimed: "Yes, it's your dollars I'll take, for she's not wantin' for them, an' thank ve. But it's the riputation and credit that Bridget O'Grady will take from no one. The breakfast was none of me doin'. Miss Louise it was; and all out of a ham bone and a bit of noth ing she made the illegant breakfast. It's a jewel she is: Sure, an' it's a lucky man that gets'her, it is!" Herbert's heart fully responded to Bridget's praises. Immediately after his arrival home, he gave his mother a full account of his visit. But I think most likely she made full allowance for a lover's en thusiasm. That evening, after business, Tom called. Hunting for something in his pocket he drew forth a letter, and said: "There: I declare this is too bad ! I promised Miss Delmar to deliver this tonight. I forgot all about it. It's too late now, and it .is fuly a mile from here." "To Mrs. Courtney's?" asked Her bert. - "Oh no: Mrs. Agatha Foster's, 50th street." "The name is very familiar," said Mrs. Hawley. "Ah, I remember; I knew her several years ago. Once, I have heard she was in very comfort able circumstances; but meetino with sad reverses, she became house -eeper in the Courtney family." A bright thought came to Mrs. Hawley then. From Mrs. Foster she could learn all about Miss Delmar. "Mr. Mayo," she said, "if you have no objection I will deliver this letter tomorrow morning. It is many years since I met Mrs. Foster, and I 'should like to renew the acquaintance." Tom acquiesced. Herbert's eyes sought his mother's. Instantly he knew the object of the visit. The next morning found Mrs. Haw ley in the humble home of Miss Del mar's friend. The old lady delighted in talking of Louise. She brought forth numerous articles of comfort, the work of her favorite. "You know her in the fashionable world, I in the humble home. With her high positio~n, beauty, grace and accomplishments,she will likfely make a brilliant match. But I often think what a blessing she will be to a poor man." When Mrs. Hawley returned to Herbert, she smilingly said: "Mrs. Foster is not an impartial judge, for she is as much in love with Miss Delmar as you. But I give you back your promise, Herbert: win her if you can' tferbert hastened to make up for lost time, and so, under plea of press ing business, lhe again visited Balti more. Much surprised was Louise when, less than a week after parting with him, the servant handed her his card. An hour after, he was happy. He had told his love, and won her prom ise to be his. Mrs. Hawley was a just woman. She fully acknowledged her error in pronouncing Louisa unfitted for do mestic happmness. And ever after de clared, "Herbert's wife is areal treas ure. "-New York News. Shot by Her Husband. JACKsoNvILLE, May 23.-A homicide in St. Augustine today wound up the story of an elopenment which occur red in that city a few weeks ago. Rudolph Ligon and Mrs. John Sullies disappeared and it was supposed that they had eloped. A few days later Mrs. Sullies returned, but after settling up some matters of business disap peared. She and Ligon were found lvintoget her in Alvine, Tex. They were borught back to Florida, arri\ ing in St. Augustine today. They were carried before a justice of the peace to have their preliminary hear ig when Sullies asked that the hear ing be postponed. It wa-s postponed for one day and Ligon and Mrs. Sul lies were released on their own recog nizance. Later in thle day, Ligon went to a barroom near Sullies' place of business .fullies came up, passed him and shot himt in the back of the head the ball coming out of his forehead. With Ligon at the time ;wis A. E. Yates, whio supposed to have assisted Ligon and Mrs. Sullies in their elopement. After shooting Ligon, Sullies fired at Yates, but the latter escaped up the stairs of a near-by building. Sullies followed, but Yates ellected his escape. Later, Sullies was arrested and is now in jail. Mrs. Sullies claims that she was never miarried to Sullies and it is stated that she and Ligon were married while in Texas. Four Burnt to Deathi. BtRaIouxAM, Ala., May' 21.-On Sun day moning, at (ate City, a suburb of Birmingham,. was visited by a fire ini which two unknown mn were roasted to death. The charred trutnk of one and an atrm and skull of another being all that was left of them. Two wo men are missing and it is thioughtthat ther were also in the ill-fated build ing. The i denitity of none of the. uin fortnates has been revealed and pos sily nevri will be as it is not known exactly who were in the building at WITH HAND-ANI) WING. REV. DR. TALMAGE CHOOSES A CURI OUSLY UNIQUE TEXT. "The Likettes of the IH auId of :a Mane Wa l'nder Their \TWing;." A l'onerfil Hor tatory I ieoure by tlie worl.1' Great re:'her. Ni:w YorK. May 10.-Rev. Dr. Tal mage's sermon in the Academy of 'Music this afternoon was a powerful and eloq'ient plea for practical Chris tianity. The subject as announced was, *Wing and Hand," the text be in, Ezekiel x. ?, "The likeness of the hands of a man was under their wings. While tossed on the sea between Australia and Ceylon I first particu larly noticed this text, of which then and there I made memorandum. This chapter is all a-flutter with cherubim. Who are the cherubim' An order of angels, radiant, mighty, all knowing. adoring, worshipful. When painter or sculptor tried in temple at Jerusa lem: or in marble of Egypt to repre sent the cherubim, he made them part lion, or part ox, or part eagle. But much of that is an unintended bur lesge of the cherubim whose majesty and speed and splendor we will never know until, lifted into their presence. we behold them for ourselves, as I pray by the pardoning grace of God we all may. But all the accounts Biblical, -and all the suppositions hu man, represent the cherubini with wings. each sing about 7 feet long. vaster, more imposing than any plum age that everiloated in earthly atmos phere. Condor in flight above Chim borazo, or Rocky mountain eagle aim ing for the noonday sun, or albatross in play with ocean tempest, presents no such glory. We can get an imper fect idea of the wing of cherubim by: the only wing we see-the bird's pii ion- which is the arm of the bird, but in some respects more wondrous than: the human arm; with power of mak ing itself more light or more heavy; of expansion and contraction, defying all altitudes and all abysms; the bird looking down with pity upon boasting man as he toils up the sides of the Ad irondacks, while the wing, with a few strokes, puts the highest crags far be neath claw and beak-. But the bird's wing is only a feeble suggestion of cherubim's wing. The greatness of that, the rapidity of that, the radiance of that the Bible again and again sets forth. My attention is not more attracted by those wings than by what they re veal when lifted. In two places in Ezekiel we are told there were hands under the wings, human hands. hands like ours, "The likeness of the hands of a man was under the wings." We have all noticed the wing of the cher ubim, but no one seems yet to have noticed the human hand under the wine. There are whole sermons, whole anthems, whole doxologies, whole millenniums in that combina tion of hand and wing. If this world is ever brought to God, it will be by appreciation of the fact that supernat ural and human agencies are to go to gether; that which soars and that which practically works: that which ascends the heavens and that which rt aches forth to earth; the joining of the terrestrial and the celestial; the hand and the wing. We see this un ion in the construction of the Bible. The wing of inspiration is in every chapter. 'What realms of the ran somed earth did Isaiah fly over! Over what battlefields for righteousness, what coronations, what dominions of gladness, what rainboxvs around the throne did St. John hover: But in every. book of the Bible you just as certainly see the human hand that wrote it. Moses, the lawvyer, showing his hand in the Ten Commandments, the foundation of all good legislation; Amos, ihe herdsman, showing his hand in similies drawn from fiehi's and flocks: the fishermen apostles showvincr their hand when writing about gospel nets; Luke, the physician, showing his hand by giving especial attentio~n to diseases cured; Paul showing his scholarly hand by quoting from heath en poets and making arguments about the resurrection that stand as firmly as on the day he planted them, and St. John shows his hand by taking his imaa'ery from the appearance of the brioat waters spread around the island of Patmos at the hour of sunset, when he speaks of the sea of glass mingled with fire. Scores of hands writing the parables, the miracles, the promises, the hosannas, the raptures, the conso lations, the woes of ages. Oh, the Bi ble is so human, so full of heartbeats, so sympathetic, so wet with tears, so triumphant with palm branches, that it takes hold of the human race as nothing else ever can take hold of it each writer in his own style--Job, the scientific; Solomon, the royal blooded; Jeremiah, the despondent: Daniel, the abstemious and heroic-why, we know their style so well that xwe need not look to the top of the page to see who is the author. No more conspicuous the uplifting wing of inspiration than the hand, the warm hand, the flexible hand, the skillful hand of human in strumentalitv. "The likeness of the hands of a man was under the wings." Again, behold this combination of my text in all successful Christian work. We stand or kneel in our pul pits and social meetings and reformna tory associations, offering prayer. Now if anything has wings it is prayer. It can f ly farther and faster than any thing I can now think of. In one second of time from wvhere vou sit it can ily to the throne of God and alight in England. In one second of time from where you sit it can fly to the throne of Godl and alight in India. It can girdle the earth in shorter time than you can seal a letter, or clasp a belt, or hook an eye. Wings. whetlh er that prayer starts from an infant's tongue, or the tremblin~g lip of a cen tenarian, rising from the heart of a farmer's wife standing at the dashing churn, or before the hot breath of a country oven, they soar away and pick out of all the shipping of the earth, on all the seas, the cr-aft on which her sailor boy is voyaging. Yea, prayer can fly clear dowvn io the future. When the father of queen Victoria was dying, he asked that the infant Victoria might be brought while lie sat up in bed, and .the babe was brought and the father prayed, "If this child should live to become queen of England, may she rule in thte fear of God:" Having ended his pray er, lie said, 'Take the child away." But all wvho know the history of Eng land for the last 50 years know that the praver' for that infant mor-e than 70 ear-s ago has been answered, and with what emphasis and aff'ection millions of the queen's subjects have this day in chapels and cathedrals, on lanid and sea, supplicated, "God sax'e the queen:" Prayer flies not only across continents, but across centuries. If prayeri had otniy feet, it ight r'un here and there and do wonder's. But it has wings, and they are as radiant of ilume and as swift to rise or swoop 0o' dar't or cir-c as the cherubim's wings which swept through Ezekiel's vision. But. oh. my friends, the payer must hax-e the hand under the wing, or it may aniounit to notumg.c The mother's hand or tihe father's hand must write to the way ward boy as s on C hristian souls iuit contribute to the evanei: m1. :a of that faroti land for wh ich they have been p~raying. Stop sinin. Fly abroad, thou nmighty - aness you are willing to give something of yourown neansto nake it 1}y. I hive ou been praying for the salva tion of a young man's soul' That is right. but also extend the hand of in -itation to come to a religious meet ing. It always excites our sympathy to see a man with his hand in a sling. We ask him: "What is the matter: hope it is not a felon." or. "Have your lingers been crushed But nine out of ten of all Christians are going their lifelong with their hand in a. sling. They have been hurt by indifference or wrong ideas of what is best, or it is injured of conventionalities, and they never put forth that hand to lift or help or rescue any one. They pray, and their prayer has wings. but there is no hand under the wings. From the very structure of the hand we might make up our mind as to some of the things it was made for--to hold fast. to lift, to push, to pull, to help and to rescue, and endowed with two hands we might take the broad hint that for others as well as for ourselves we were to hold fast, to lift, to push. to pull, to help to rescue. Wondrous hand: You know something of the "Bridgewater Treatises." When Rev. Francis Henry Bridgewater. in his will, left $4U.000 for essays on "The Power. Wisdom and Goodness of God as Manifested In the Creation." and Davis Gilbert. the president of the Royal society, chose eight persons to write eight books. Sir Charles Bell, the scientist. chose as the subject of his great book, "The Hand, Its Mechan ism and Vital Endowments as Evine ing Design." Oh, the hand: Its machin ery beginning at the shoulder, and working through shafts of bone, upper arm and forearm down to the eight bones of the wrist, and the five bones of the palm, and the 14 bones of the fingers and thumb, and composed of a labyrinth of the muscle and nerve and ilesh, which no one but Almighty God could have planned or executed. But how suggestive when it reached down to us from under the wings of the cherubim: "The likeness of the hands of a man was under the wings." This idea is combined in Christ. When he rose from Mount Olivet, he took wing. All up and down his life you see the uplifting divinity. It glowed in his forehead. It flashed in his eye. Its cadences were heard in his voice. But he was also very hu man. It was the hand under- the wing that touched the woes of the world and took hold of the sympathies of the centuries. Watch his hand be fore it was spiked. There was a dead girl in a governor's house, and Christ comes into the room and takes her pale, cold hands in his warm grasp, and she opens her eyes on the weeping house held and says: "Father, what are you crying about? Mother, what are you crying about:" The book says, "He took her by the hand, and the maid rose." A follower, angered at an insult offered Christ, drew the sword from sheath and struck at a man with the sharp edge, aiming, I think, at his forehead. But the wea pon glanced aside and took off the right ear at its roots. Christ with his hand reconstructed that wonderful organ of sound, that whispering gal lery of the soul, thatcollector of vibra tioins, that arched way to the auditory nerve, that tunnel without which all the musical instruments of earth would be of no avail. The book says, "He touched his ear and healed him." Meet ing a full grown man who had never seen a sunrise, or a sunset, or a flower, or the face of his own father or mother, Christ moistens the dust from his own tongue and stirs the dust into an eye salve, and with his own hands applies the strange medicament,_ and suadenly all ths colors of earth and sky rush in upon the newly created optic nerve, and the - instantaneous noon drove out the long night. 'When he sees the grief of Mary and Martha, he sits down and cries with them. Some say it is the shortest verse in the Bible, but to me it seems because of its farrea::hing sympathies about the largest-"'Jesus wept:!" So very humane. He could not stand the sight of dropsy or epilepsy or paralysis or hunger or dementia, but he stretches ou t his sympathetic hand toward it. So very human. Omnipotent and glorious, this angel of the new cove nant, with wing's capable of encircling a universe, and yet hands of gentle ness, hands of helpfuwlness, "The hands of a man under the wings." There is a kind of religion in our day that my text rebukes. ~There are men and wo men spending their time in delecta tion over their saved state , going about from p)rayer meeting to prayer meet ing and firom church to church telling how happy they are. But show them a subscription paper, or ask them to go and visit the sick, or tell them to re claim a wanderer, or speak out for some unpopular Christian enterprise, and they have bronchitis, or stitch in the side, or sudden attack of grip. Their reli'gion is all wing and no hand. They can fly heavenward, but they cannot reach out earthward. While Thomas Chalmers occupied the chair of moral philosophy in St. Andrew's university lie had at the same time a Sabbath school class of noor boys down in the slums of Edin iburgh. ~While Lord Fitzgerald was traveling in Canada lie saw a poor In dian squaw carr'ying a crushing load, and lie took the burden on his own shoulders. That was Christlike. That was "a hand under the wing." The highest type of religion says little about itself, but is busy for God and in helping to the heavenly shore the crew and passengers of this shipwreck ed planet. Such people are busy now up) the dark lanes of this city, and all through the mountain glens, and down in thc quarries where the sunlight has never visited, and amid the rigging helping to take in another reef before the Caribbean whirlhvind. A friend wmas telling me of an exquis ite thing aboat Seattle. then of Wash ington territory, now of Washington state. The people of Seattle had raised a generous sum of money for tihe Johnstown suff'erers from the flood. A few days after' Seattle was destroy ed by lire. I saw it whvlile the whole city 'was living in tents. In a pub lic meeting some oine proposed that the nmoner raised for .Johnstown be used for' tihe relief of their own city, and the cry- was No: No: No: Send the money to .Johxnstown, and by acclama tion the nmoner was so sent. Nothing' more beautiful or sublime than that. Under the wing of fire that smote Seat tle the symnpathxetic hand, the helping hand, the mxighity hand of Christian reliief for people thousands of miles away. Why, ther'e are a hundred thousand men and women whose one business is to help others. Helping hands. inspirinlg h an ds, lifting h ands. emacipating hauds saving hands. Sur'e enough, those people had wings of consolation, but "the likeness of the hands of a omanx was under the wings." There was much sense in that whiich the robust boatman said whxen three were ini a boat olf the coast in a sudden storm that threatened to sink the boat, and one suggested that they all kneel down in the boat to priay, and the robust inaun took hold of the oar and began to pull, sayin~ "'Let you, the strong, stout f'ellow, lay hold the other (oar,' anid let the weak one who cannot pull give himself up to the same time pull with al your might for the world's rescue. An arctic tray:- r hunting beaver while the ice was breaukin:: up. :uu:l sui plosin1r hat there W:t no humo: in bei t:: with 100t miles. heard the ice crtaehil-. ami. 10. a lost uan. ins:tuue With hunger and cold was wading in the ice water. The ex plorer took the matn into his canoe and made for land, and the people gathered on the shore. All the island ers had been looking for the lost man, and tinding him, according to prear rangement, all the bells rang and all the guns fired. Oh, you can make a gladder time among the towers and hilltops of heaven if you can fetch home a wanderer. In our time it is the habit to denounce the cities and to speak of them as the perdition of all wickedness. Is it not time for some one to tell the other side of the story and to say that the city is the heaven of practical helpful ness? Look at the embowered and fountained parks, where the invali ds may come and be refreshed: the Bow ery mission, through which annually over 100.000 come to get bread for this life and bread for the life to come, all the pillows of that institution under the blessing of him who had not where to lay his head; the free schools. where the most impoverished a--e educated; the hospitals for broken bones: the homes for the restoration of intellects astray: ,he orphan house, father and mother to all who come under its ben ediction; the midnight missions, which pour midnoon upon the darkened; the Prison Reform association: the houses of mercy; the infirmaries; the shelter ing arms; the aid societies: the indus trial schools; the Sailor's Snug harbor: the foundling asylums; the free dis pensaries, where greatest scientific skill feels the pulse of wan pauper; the ambulance, the startling stroke of its bell clearing the way to the place of casualty, and good souls like the mother whio came to the Howard mis sion, with its crowd of friendless boys picked up from the streets and saying; "If you have a crippled boy, give him to me. My dear boy died with the spinal complaint." And such a one she found and took him till lie was well. It would take a sermon three weeks long to do justice to the mighty things which our cities are doing for the unfortunate and the lost. Do not say that Christianity in our cities is all show and talk and genuflexion and sacred noise. You have been so long looking at the hand of theft, and the hand of outrage that you have not suf ficently appreciated the hand of help streached forth from the doors and windows of churches and from merci ful institutions, the Christ-like hand, the cherubic hand, "the hand under the wings." There is also in my suject the sugges tion of rewarded work for God and righteousness. When the wing went, the hand went. When the wino' as cended, the hand ascended, and for every useful and Christain hand there will be elevation celestial and eternal. Expect no human gratitude, for it will not come. That was a wise thing Fen elon wrote to his friend: "I am very glad, my dear, good fellow, that you are pleased with one of my letters which has been shown to you. You are rigrht in saying and believing that I ask little of men in general. I try to do much for them and to expect noth ing in return. I find a decided advant age in these terms. On these terms I defy them to disappoint me." But, my hearers, the day cometh when your work, which perhaps no one has no ticed or rewarded or honored, will rise to heavenly recognition. While I have been telling you that the hand was under the wing of the cherubirm I want you to realize that the wing was over the hand. Perhaps reward may not come to you right away. Wash ington lost no more battles than he won, but he triumphed at the last. Walter Scott in boyhood was called the "Greek Block-head," but what height of renown did he not after ward tread? And I promise you vic tory further on and higher up, if not in this world, then in the next. Oh, the heavenly day when your lifted hand shall be gloved with what honors its fingers enringed with what jewels, its wrist clasped with what splendors: up and take it, you Christian woman who served at the washtub. Come up arnd take it, you Christain shoe maker~ who pounded the shoe last. Come up and take it, you professional nurse whose compensation never fully paid for broken nights and the whims and struggles of delirious sickrooms. Come up and take it, you' Iiremen, bestweaied, far down amid the greasy machinery of ocean steamers, and ye conductors and engineers on railroads that k-new no Sunday and whose ring ing bells and loud whistle never warn ed off your own anxieties. Come up and take it, you mothers, who rocked and lullabied the family brood until they took wino' for other nests and never appreciate what you had done and suffered for them. Your hand was well favored when you were young, and it was a beautifui hand so well rounded, so graceful that many admired and eulogized it, but hard work calloused it and twisted it. and self sacrificing toil for others paled it, and many household griefs thinned it, and the ring which went on only with a push at the marriage altar now is tco large and falls off, and again and again you have lost it. Pocr hand: Weary hand: Wornout hand! But God will reconstruct it, reanimate it, readorn it, and all heaven will know the story of that hand. What fallen ones it lifted up: What tears it wiped away ! What wounds it bandaged: What lighthouses it kindled: What storm tossed ships it brought into the pearl beached harbor:! Oh, I am so glad that in the vision of my text Eze kiel saw the wing above the hand. IRoll on that everlasting rest for all the toiling and misunderstood and suffering and weary c-hildren off God, and know right well that to join your hand, at last emancipated from the struggle, will be the soft hand, the gentle hand, the triumphant hand of him who wipeth away all tears fronm all faces. That will be the palace of the King of which the p~oet sang in Scoteh dialect: It's a bonnie, boninie wari that weze living i:1 the non, An sunny is the Ian we aften traivel thro', B'ut in vain we look for sometl'ing to which oor t earts can cling. For its beauty is as naethiug to the palace c' the King. We see oor frien's await us o wer yonder at his gate. Thnen let as a' be ready, fur, ye ken, it's gettin. late. Let (or lamps be brlcchtly burning, let's raise oor voice an sing. Soon we'll meet, to part nae mair, t' the palace o' the King. In J[alt for "Cunjering." AUGST.1, GAt., May IS.-A colored man. who calls himself Eustis Wil liams is in jail in Hamburg, across the Savannah river from Augusta, for " cunjer-ing" a Negro woman of that place. Eustis claims to be a " cunjer" doc tor aind was pretending to treat this woman wh-len she went into con vulsions. The charge brought aigainst. the "doctor" is poisoning. The wo man has recovered from the convul sion, but is still sick and declares that she is "cunjered.' in a Rtiver. MoNTi:.\L, May 17-Thie bodies of three mnu were found iloating in the river St. Lawrence near- Sorel. None of the bodies have been identified y-et. Descirptions have been forwarded to th polic authorities of this city. ('ON F 1)EI ~ltAtl V ETHIANS. ;,111 !uzt 11( "li i lz li:f, tiak' Il the I i''. Ye l of tIi' 1iS:.r)i!i' ill uzse Ill to thet poinlt of .1ri:n1in:1iity. The1 Soti~ih. which ihias doe _o iiiuchi in the niak ig of oar histor-.. wouzld be satisfied if that listorv were truth fully written. At this juncture. Miss Winnie Davis. with her escort numbering many ladies appeared on the piatforn. The enthus iasm of the convention as the dele gates caught sight of the Daughter of the Confederacy was beyond all bounds. It was not a succession of cheers, but one continuous roar. Such a scene has not been witnessed in the South in many years. Miss Davis, dressed in a dark brown costume, with a Confederate badge on her breast and a bunch of flowers in her belt, advancea to the side of Gen eral Gordon near the edge of the plat form, and made bow after bow to the enthusiastic crowd, which seemed in= toxicated by her smile. Complete or der could never be restored after her advent, and it was not until General Gordon had said. after a reasonable intermission, that he would clear the hall unless the convention came to or der, that General Lee could proceed. General Lee ".en finished reading his report, which recommends begin ning at the bottom to stimulate public sentiment in favor of histories which are just to the South, by teaching them in the universities. It recommenda tions of previous reports, and urges that in the future that each camp have prepared a correct list of the enroll ment from each county, the number killed and in what battle; it asks each State organization to urge upon its re spective Legislature to make an appro priation for carrying into effect these recommendations; endorses the Con federate Veteran publication; censures the Encyclopaedia Britannica for mis representing the South: strongly en dorses Dr. J. L. M. Curry and his his tory, "The Constitution and Reunited Union" and asked that lie be invited to address the veterans at the next re union on the subject of slavery and and secession. It asks that the com mittee be enlarged to one member from each State. The report was ad opted and ordered published. When Gen. Lee finisned, the veter ans where invitited to pass in review before Miss Winnie Davis, after ad journment, which was then taken from 1 to 7 o'clock. The crush and confu sion was so great that there was actual danger or fatalities. Miss Davis ad vanced to the front of the platform and smilingly raising her hands, said she knew she could rely upon the members, "as men and Texans to fol low the rules and make the review as easy as possible," adding, "Now, won't you," with an appealing smile. This was partly effective, but not wholly so, and for nearly two hours she was buried among the mass of veteran who scrambled over the reporters' tables and upon the platform. It would be impossible to describe the enthusiasm and confusion of the scene. -At 5 o'clock this afternoon the spon sors and their maids of honor held a large reception at the Hutchins House. NO USE FOR A CAMERA. The Old Mountaineer Didn't Want is Picture Taken. An hour before noon I overtook a young man with a camera who was making snap shots by the wayside. A few minutes later we met a moun taineer on a mule with a sack of corn behind him ,and after salutations had been exchanged the artist said he would like to take his picture. "Is that thing fur takin pictu's?" "Yes, takes a regular photograph." "Would it look like me?" "Of course." "And the mewlb" "Yes." "Then I'll hev to disapp'int you. Thar was a feller up yere with a squin tin masheen like that, and he met my brother Bill. He sot Bill on a rock and squinted at him and jogged along. When he got down to Knoxville, he fixed the pictur' up and was showin it around when a feller says to him: "'Whar did you meet this yere crit ter?' "-Up above Cumberland Gap.' " 'And mought his fust name be Bill?' " 'I reckon,' "'And his last name Scott?' " 'The same.' " 'That's about all they said, but in the co'se of three days a lot of revenue officers cum along and gobbled on to Bill, and he's in the Albany prison doin time yit. They dun reckoned he was in Texas till they saw his picture'." "But, as the revenue officers don't want you, that removes the objection," explained the artist. "It 'pears to, but it don't do it," re plied the old man as he looked up and down the road. "You take my pictur'. You go down to Clinton. You show it around. Purty soon a feller cums along and says: "'Durn my hiide, but that looks like ole Jeb Scott, up in the hills:' "'Yes, it's the ole cuss hisself.' " 'Whar'd you meet him? ''Over on'the Clinch river.' " 'The dear old critter! How peart he's lookin' on that ole mewl o' his! I'd gin a dollar to shake hands with him: "Waal." continued the old man, " in about three days I'd be roostin' in jail and hey only mnyself to blame fur it, while them revenue fellers would be jest tickled to death." "But I thought they didn't want you !" protested the artist. "No, I reckon they don't. butshey would as soon as they say the pictur . Some of 'em would recognize the inner cent ole critter who locked seven of 'em up in a stable while the boys were totin a moonshine still out of a ravine and over the mountains,' and as I haiu't much of a hand to talk I'm afeard 1 couldn't explain how I hap pened to f'all aslee p and leave 'em thar till they cut thar way out through the roof. You can squint at the ole mewl and the bag of co'n all day if-it will obleege you, but don't pull trigger till ole Jeb Scott gits down and hides be hind a log:"-- Detroit Free Press. Had Duped Many. Cra'.mo, May 2.-C. G. Arnold, who has been masqjuerading as a young heiress in search of a htisband, has been arrested on comnl 't of H. H. Wairnei', of Sedan, Minn. A trunk full of sentimental correspondence was confiscated. 'Arnold sent photographs of beautiful votung girls to his dupes and posed as "Jennie Lamiont,"- "Clara Le Claiire' and '-Birdie Walker." These mysths had tyrannical aunts who had' char-ge of their fortunes. V\ictims were collected through adver tisements. They usually sent from 830 to 850) to pay- the expenses of the girl to some place where the marriage cer emony was to take place. C. A. Ma ho. of Syracuse, N. Y., wrote that lie was not cross, but full of jokes. Wil liam Thomas of Bryantville. Mass.. wioe: -'I love music. flowers and poetry. and I think of nothing but vou.' .James HI. Wilson of Butfalo ave up 875 and a gold ring, and was o meet her' at Niagara Falls. He quotes a line fr-om a popular song, "I'l be te, loe at half past nine " "LORENA." A Peace Poem from the Greenville The memorial day exercises at An (d'erson the other day iiicluded the singing of "Lorena." Probably th w ajority of those who were present head never heard the song before, -- Tis years since first we met, Lorena. The people who used to sing and whistle "Lorena." who knew and loved every note and word of it, in whose heads and hearts it rang, are passing away from here in increasing numbers every year now. It will not be very long until the last of them has gone, but we hope it will be a long, long time be fore "Lorena" is lost. In the River of Time, sung of in one of the sweetest and most majestic brief poems in the English language, there is, we are told, an island of Long Ago in which things broken but made beautiful by memory and love, forgot ten by the many but precious to some hearts, linger and live a life of their own. There are fragments of songs which nobody sings, pressed and dried and withered flowers with volumes of love and loss and longing and infini ties of pathos folded within their poor. lifeless petals-flowers which bring back the fragrance of days which the years have swept into the far past, of the gardens of seasons long gone. There are ribbons and gloves and but tons and broken toys of children, large and small, locks of hair and fading pictures. Probably the songs whichi nobody sings lives longest. Their melodies are woven among the heart strings. Considered as works of art few of them, we suppose, would be very highly valued by skilled musi cians. The works of the masters are immortal, but the number who can un derstand them will always be limited. The humoler composers who make the popular songs reach the popular heart and confer the blessings of love and hope and memory on multitudes. We do not know that there. is much in "Lorena:" It will never bea clascic. Probably the writer of it had no thought that it would live long. .But it was born in time of tronble and change when sentiment and passion were strong and hearts were vibrant to impressions and impulse. Like a melodious echo from a dream-an echo of tender sentiment, of pathos and vain longingand lost hope-'-Lorena" comes faintly, part of a vanished past which seems so unreal now that we may hardly understand that it was not a fleeting vision. The old life of the South was just breaking and de parting as the beautiful clouds of sun set time fade into the night. The long peace was ended and men gathered from thonsands of homes, each carry ing with him memories and hopes. In the camps where the soldiers gathered about the fires each heart had in it the pictures of familiar scenes and loved faces left behind, for they had all left home, many of them for the first time. Around all the camp fires voices sano of "Lorena." The bands played it ana where there were pianos and the harps which used to stand in the corners of parlors its notes floated upon the air from beneath white fingers. As months went by and battles were fought and. marches made, as the ar mies struggled and the tide of war rolled here and there, "Lorena" lived, and the tattered and worn and scarred veterans without tents, blankets or food sang it. To the very last, all through the last days when hope gave place to grim desperation and the black cloud of defeat gathered ever closer and blacker, the men sango "Lo rena" as so many who would smng no more, whose lips were silenced and whose sturdy hearts were cold forever. had sung it, and to the last it carried thoughts back and enveloped souls in the mists of tender memories. So "Lorena" comes now to thous ands like a faint, far away, melodious echo from brave bright days, from youth departed, from hopes which have gone long ago, from a life of which nothing remains but memories. It brings with it the restfulness of the old South and many a glimpse of things once so familiar, now so strange and so distant, encompassed with a dreamy haze like that of an Indian Summer. A love songo, very simple in words and composition, each note and word of it is freighted with thoughts of camp and battle and com rades, of storm and battle smoke and danger and happiness. It is a song from a dead country, a dead army and a dead past. From the mystic island of the Long Ago, set where the waves of the River of Time sweep by forever and beat softly upon its shores, little parts of "Lorena" float gently to the living hearts which knew it. "Dixie" and "the Bonnie Blue Flag" were songs of the Confederacy. "When this Cruel war is over" was a song of the war. "Lorena" was the son of the men. It had no direct con nection with the war. It was written, we believe, long before the ordinance of secession was solemnly adopted. But it came into general favor when the war was well begun and held its place until the men who were left alive had gone home. We hope somebody will always sing "Lorena' now and then. We do not know who "Lorena" was. Like the singing of Annie Laurie, each heart recalled a different name with "Lorena." The story of it is ordinary enough. Perhaps that is why the sono was loved so-so many mern couid hear or sing "Lorena" and uu derstand all about it and respond te its measure withitheir own experinces and knowledge. Everybody could learn it and the days when all of us in the South were dreaming- dreams destined never to be realized and hoping for things impossible everybody knew it. The old houses, stately or humble, the yards and paths wherein the bare feet of the boys who are old or aging men now trod through so many long Summer days, the trees, the fields. fences and o-ateways, the porches and steps scarre<Y and miarked with the re cords of many times of juvenile idle ness, the old school houses and desks and benches, the furniture and dresses which would seem so quaint and old fashioned now-then the bright hopes and wild dreams and furious passions of the time when a whole people rushed to war, the sure. horrible fad ing away all those, the many thusands~- of scenes, stirring hap py3, terrible, splendid, during the years from 1861 to 1865 All these are interwoven with "Lo rena" all of them come back with the simple old song which nobody sings now, the melodies of which' come float ing softly and faintly from far away on the mystic island of the Long Ago which is 'somewhere behind the mists which lie upon the ever flowing, ever sweeping and rushing River of Time. A Car Load or Decorations. SxvANNAH, Ga., M1ay 22.-A car load of evergreen and Ilowers was loaded by the executive committee of the Confederate Veteraus, to go to Chicago for the decoration of the Con federate monument there on MIay :W0. The car contains 24 palmetto trees, 100O rine saplings. 1000 laurel wreaths anid a lot of wild smilax. A thousand magnolia p)ods will be sent by express Saturday. The car leaves at 2 o clock tomorrow. ___ Down to Twenty-Eight. CLsvELANm M1ay 21.- The temper ature fell to 28 degrees in the grape belt along the Lake shore last night. UAKIN POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cream or tartar Darmg powder. Highest of all in leavening strength. La test United States Government Food Re port. Royal Bakin g Powder Company, 106 Wall St.. N. Y. COLUMBIA THE WINNER. She Gets the Location of the Epworth Orphanage. COLUMBIA, S. C.. May 19.-Colum bia has won. She will have the great Epworth Orphanage of the Methodists of the State and it will be located on one of the prettiest sites in the State. In this matter, since The State called the attention of the citizens to it. Columbia has "done herself proud,' and the institution will ever, stand here as a monument to the push, vim and energy of our people. The securing of the orphanage is a fine example of what a little energetic work done at the right time, backed by such advant ages as Columbia possesses will do. This institution now comes here, and it is hard to tell how great the benefits Columbia will reap from it will be. The conference proposes to- make an outlay of X100,000 in building alone and ultimately to erect in addition a home for aged Methodist ministers. Then there will be a heavy annual outlay of cash in the running expenses of the institution. The special committee from the con ference, charged with the location of the orphange, met here aoain yester day morning and after a short confer ence gave the location of the institu tion to Columbia bya unanimous vote. The only other bid that was "in it" at all was that from Union, but it was not to be compared to Columbia's, when the railroad facilities and other natural advantages possessed by the. capital of the State were taken into account. The committee accepted the tender of the Sims place with adjacent proper ty, This property lies about a mile and three-quarters from the city, just over the hill beyond Shandon. The Sims place contains twenty-five acres of the finest laAd in the county; the other property adjacent, which is known as the Baughman propertey, contains 101? acres. On the Sims place is a splendid brick mansion, comparatively new, worth about $3, 500 or more. The money value of the offer made by Columbia is between $12,000 and $:5,000. The securing of the location is due entirely to the energetic work done by the citizens' committee. They worked hard for it and presented two fine bids. In order to secre that property where the institution is to be located, it was necessary for this committee to raise by subscription $6,000 in cash. They mianaged to secure the bulk of this and gave their individual notes for the re mainder, which of course they will make grood, but the people of the city. now that the institution has been se cured, should come up and reimburse them the amount not already covered by the subscriptions. The property has already been. turned over to the conference sub-committee -appointed to have charge of this feature, consist ing of Capt. L. DI. Childs and the Rev, Mr. Coleman. The conference's committee proposes to get to work immediately. The com mittee will meet here next week to have the property all staked off and surveyed. Then the plans'for the pro posed twelve buildings will be secured and work will be begun immediately on the erection thereof. The commit tee does not propose to lose any more time than it can help. It may be mentioned hei-e that a part of the offer was that the electric railway line would be extended from Shanidon to the Sims place as soon as it was needed, which will of course be almost immediately. -State. An Inhuman Wretch. JMcKsNLE , Fla., May 22.--D. Mcily3acArthur, a young En glishman, was sent to jail today for assault and battery on his young wife. MacArthur came from Brooklyn re ently and established a monthly pe riodical called the "Florida Magazine" He seemed to have plenty of money and was quite popular until stories that he treated his young wife inhu manly aot abroad. Last night Mrs. M~eirtliur ran out in night clothes, greaming that her husband was try ing to kill her. Neighbors took her in and today had her husband arrest ed. Testimony in court showed that MacArthur had treated his wife with shocking cruelty. Mrs. MacAr thur testified that her husband had beat her several times and knocked her on the head. She also said that it was a frequent occurrence for him to come to the city ahd before leaving lock up all the food in the house and be gone all day leaving her without anyt'hing to eat. Mrs. 0Mac Arthur is small in stature and very slender. She was very much distress ed dutring the time she was giving her testimony andl at times would burst in tears. She is only nineteen years of age and was formerly Miss Louise Hunt, her family residling at 2, 287 Pa cific street. Brooklyn. MacArthur it is said receives a handsome allowance from wealthy relatives in England. It is believed he is demented. To Invade China. SAN Fr.tNeIsco, May 17.-Another rmy is about to invade China, but the ampaign will be conducted on differ et lines from that of the Japanese. The Salvation Army is going to try to onquer the Orient and bring the mil lions of Chinese into the fold of Christianity. The leader of the move ment is Fong Foo Sing, a young Chii aman. who is a member of the Sal vation Army in the city, and who is employed-as a typewriter in the office f The War Cry. Ue said to a report er: "I expect that the ar-my at the proper time will send me to China. o go to China was really the object that led me to join the Salvation Army. I wantedl to do something for my country along ar-mv lines. The late wvar. I believe, has made China pen her* eyes. As a result the wvay will be opened for Christianity, civili zation and other good things." Cap tain Sing expresses hiimself tluently in Engl ishi. but us~es somie expressions that are peculiar. KNOXVIL-:. Tenn.. May 17. -Cliff Baxter was killed outright and Andi-ew apbellI mortally wounded by pre nature-4 explosion of a blast in a cop~per