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(; THE LEDGER; GAFFNEY, S. C., OCTOBER 22, 1896. TM--*? LESSON? IN FARMING. REV. DR. TALMAGE SEES A SERMON IN RURAL LIFE. I He FimlA Fooil For Tlimifilit In I'lotrlnff, Flantlni;, Itenplnfir, Tlirntliint; nn<l Gar nering -An Kloqnert an<1 Hortatory I’cr- oratlon—The liar vent I Ionic. Washington, Oct. 18.—This sermon, at this season, after most people have had a good, long breath of tho country, if they do not actually livo there, will revive many pleasant memories, while it deals with great religious truths. Dr. Talmage’s text was John xv, 1, “My Father is tho husbandman.” This last summer, having gone in different directions over between 5,000 and 0,000 miles of harvest, fields, I can hardly open my Bible without smelling tho breath of new mown hay and seeing the golden light of tho wheatficld. And when I open my Bible to take my text, the Scripture leaf rustles like the tassels of tho corn. Wo were nearly all of us born in tho country. Wo dropped corn in tho hill, and went on Saturday to tho mill, tying tho grist in tho center of tho sack so i hat tho contents on either sido tho horse balanced each other, and drove tho cat tle afield, our bare feet wet with tho dew, and rode tho horses with tho halter to tho brook until wo fell off, and hunted the mow for nests until the feathered oc cupants went cackling away. Wo were nearly all of us born in tho country, and all would have staid there had not some adventurous lad on his vacation come back with better clothes and softer hands, and set the wholo village on fire with ambition for city life. Ho wo all understand rustic allusions. The Bible is full of them. In Christ’s sermon on tho mount you could seo tho full blown lilies and tho glossy back of tho crow’s wing as it flics over Mount Olivet. David and John, Paul and Isaiah, find in country life a source of frequent il lustration, while Christ in the text takes the responsibility of calling God a farmer, declaring, “My Father is tho husbandman. ” Noah was tho first farmer. Wo say nothing about Cain, tho tiller of tho soil. Adam was a gardener on a largo scale, but to Noah was given all the acres of tho earth. Elisha was an agri culturist, not cultivating a 10 acre lot, for wo find him plowing with la yoke of oxen. In Biblo times the land was so plenty and tho inhabitants so few that Noah was right when ho gave to every inhabitant a certain portion of laud, that land, if cultivated, ever after to La his own possession—just as in Nebraska tho United States government on pay ment of $10 years ago gave pre-emption right to 160 acres to any man who would sottlo there and cultivate tho roil. In tho Field*. All classes of people were expected to cultivate grouud except ministers of re ligion. It was supposed that they would have their timo entirely occupied with their own profession, although I am told that sometimes ministers do plunge so deeply into worldliness that they re mind one of what Thomas Fraser said in regard to a man in his day who preached very well, but lived very ill, “When ho is out of the pulpit, it is a pity ho should ever go into it, and when bo is in tho pulpit it is a pity he should ever como out of it. ” They were not small crops raised iu those times, for though tho arts were rudo, tho plow turned up very rich soil, and barley, and cotton, and flax, and all kinds of grain came up at tho call of tho harvesters. Pliny tells of one stalk of grain that had on it between o00 and 400 cars. Tho rivers and tho brooks, through artificial channels,wero brought down to tho roots of tho corn, and to this habit of turning a river wherever it was wanted Solomon refers when ho pays, “The king’s heart is in tho hand of tho Lord, and he lurncth it as tho rivers of water aro turned, whitherso ever bo will. ” Tho wild beasts were caught, and then a hook was put into their noso, and then they wero led over tho field, and to that God refers when ho Bays to wicked Sennacherib, “I will put a book iu thy nose and I will bring thee back by the way which thou earnest. ” And God lias a hook in every had man's nose, whether it bo Nebuchadnezzar or Ahub or Herod. Ho may think himself very independent, but come timo in his life, or in the hour of his death, ho will find that the Lord Almighty has a hook in his nose. This was the rule in regard to the culture of tho ground, “Thou shalt not plow with an ox and an ass together,” illustrating tho folly of ever putting in telligent and useful and pliable men in association with the stubborn and tho Unmanageable. Tho vast majority of troubles in tho churches and in reforma tory institutions comes from tho disre gard of this command of tho Lord, '‘Than shalt not plow with an ox and «n ass together. ” There wore largo amounts of property invested in cattle. Tho Moabites paid t00,000 sheep us an annual tax. Job had 7,000 sheep, 8,000camels, 500 yoke pf oxen. Tho timo of vintage was usher- ed in with mirth and music. Tho clus ters of tbo viuo were put into tho wiuo press, and then five men would got into tbo press and trample out tho juico from tho grapo until their garments wero sat urated with tho wine and had become the emblems of slaughter. Christ him self, wounded until covered with tho blood of crucifixion, making nso of this allusion when tbo question wai asked, “Wherefore art thou red in thino appa rel and thy garments like ouo who treadeth tho wiuo vat?” ho responded, “I havo trodden tho whio press alone. ” In all ugos there has been groat honor paid to ugricultuj'\ fcjoven-eigbths of the people in every roantry are disciples of tho plow. A government is strong iu proportion as it is supported by an ath letic and industrious yeomanry. Ho long ago as before the full of Carthago, Htrabo wrote 28 books :>u agriculture. Hesiod wrote a poo_a on th'‘same subject, “Tbo Weeks and Days.” Cato was prouder of his work on husbandry than of all his military on! quests. But I must not bo tempted iut ) n discussion of agricultural conquests. Standing amid the harvests and orchards and vineyards of the Bible, and standing amid the harvests and orchards and vineyards of our own coun try—larger harvests than have ever be fore been gathered—I want to run out tho analogy between tho production of crops and the growth of grace in tho soul, all these sacred writers making Lse of that analogy. The Flow. In the first place, 1 remark, in grace as iu tho fields, there must be a plow. Tiiat which theologians call conviction is only tho plowshare turning up tho sins that have been rooted and matted in the soul. A farmer said to his indo lent son, “There aro $100 buried deep in that field. ” The boh went to work and plowed the field from fence to fence, and ho plowed it very deep, and then complained that ho had not found tho money. But when tho crop had been gathered and sold fer $100 more than any previous year, then tho youug man took tho hint as to what his father meant when ho said there was $100 buried down iu that field. Deep plow ing for a crop. Deep plowing for a soul. Ho who makes light of sin will never amount to anything in the church or in the world. If a man speaks of sin ns though it were an inaccuracy or a mis take instead cf tho loathsome, abom inable, consuming, and damning thing that God hates, that man will never yield a harvest of usefulness. When I was a boy, I plowed a field with a team of spirited horses. I plowed it very quickly. Onco in a while I passed over some of the sod without turning it, but I did not jerk buck the plow, with its rattling devices. 1 thought it made no difference. After awhile my father came along tud said, “Why, this will never do; this isn’t plowed deep enough; there you hate missed this, awl you have missed that. ” And ho plowed it ever again. The difficulty with a great many people is that they are only scratched with conviction when tho subsoil plow of God’s truth ought to he put in up to the beam. My word is to all Sabbath school teachers, to all parents, fo all Ghristian workers: Plow’ deep! Plow deep I Ami if in your own personal experi ence you aro apt to take a lenient view of the sinful sido of your nature, put down into your soul the Ten Gommand- ments, which reveal the holiness of God, and that sharp and glittering colter will turn up your soul to the deepest depths. If a man preaches to you that you are only a littlo out of order by reason of sin and that you need only a littlo fixing up, ho deceives. You have suffered an appalling injury by reason of sin. There are quick poisons and slow poisons, but tho druggist could give you one drop that could kill the. body. And sin is like that drug; so virulent, so poisonous, so fatal that ouo drop is enough to kill tho soul. Deep I’lowtng. Deep plowing for a crop. Dorp plow ing for a soul. Broken heart or no re ligion. Broken soil or no harvest. Why was it that David and the jailer and tho publican and Paul made such ado about their sins? Had they lost, their senses? No. The plowshare struck them. Con viction turned up a great many things that were forgotten. As a farmer plow ing sometimes turns up tho skeleton of a man or tho anatomy of a monster long ago buried, so tho plowshare cf convic tion turns up the ghastly skeletons of sins long ago entombed. Geologists never brought up from the depths of the mountain mightier ichthyosaurus or megatherium. But what means all this crooked plowing, these crooked furrows, tho re pentance that amounts to nothing, the repentance that ends in nothing? Men groan over their sins, but get no better. They weep, but their tears are not counted. They get convicted, but not converted. What is the rc member that on tho farm wc sot a standard with a red flag at tho other end of tho field. We k 'pt our eye on that. We aimed at that. Wo plowed up to that. Losing sight of that, we made a crooked furrow. Keeping our eye on that, we made a straight furrow. Now, in this matter of conviction wo must have somo standard to guide us. It is a red standard-that God has set at tho other end of the field. It is tho ero-.-i. Keeping your eye on that, you will mako a straight furrow. Losing sight of it, you will mako a crooked furrow. Plow up to the cross. Aim not at either end of tho horizontal piece of the cross, but at tho upright piece, at the center of it, the heart of the Son of God, who hero your sins and made satisfaction. Crying and weeping will not bring you through. “Him hath God exalted to be a prince and a Saviour to give repentance. ” Oh, plow up to the cross! Thu Sowing. Again I remark, in grace, as iu the field, there must bo a sowing. In tho autumnal weather you find the farmer' going across tho field at a stride of about 23 inches, and at every stride ho puts his ii;:::d into the sack of grain, and lie sprinkles the seed corn over the field. It looks silly to a man who does not know what he is doing. Ho is doing a very important work. Ho is scattering tho winter graiu, and, though tho snow may come, tho next year there will bo a great crop. Now, that is what wo are doing when we are preaching the gespd —we are scattering tho seed. It is tho foolishness of preaching, but it is tho winter grain. And though the snows of I worldliucsH may come down upon it, it will yield after awhile glorious harvest. Let us be sure we sow tbo right kind of seed. How mullein stalk and mullein stalk will como up. How Canada thistles | mid Canada thistles will como up. How wheat and wheat will como up. Let us distinguish between truth and error. Let us know the difference between wheat and hellebore, oats and henbane. Tbo largest denomination in this country is the denomination of Noth ingarians. Their religion is a systi m of negations. Yon say to one of them, “What do you believe?" “Well, Idun’t believe in infant baptism." “What do you believe?” “Well, I don’t believe in the perseverance of tho saints." “Well, now toll mo what you do believe?” “Well, I don’t believe in tho eternal punishment of tho wicked. ” So their religion is a row of ciphers. Believe something and tench it; or, to resume tlic figure of my U xt, scatter abroad tho right kind of seed. A minister the other day preached a ■ermon calculated to set the denomina tions of Christiana quarreling. Ho was sowing nettles. A minister tho other day advertised that ho would preach a sermon on the superiority of transcen dental and organized forces to untrnns- cendenta! and unorganized forces. What was he sowing? Weeds. Tho Lord Jesus Christ 19 centuries ago planted the di vine seed of doctrine. It sprang up. On ono side of tho stalk arc all tho churches of Christendom. On the other sido of tho stalk aro all the free governments of tho earth, and on tho top thero shall bo a flowering millennium after awhile. All from the gospel seed of doctrine. Every word that a parent, or Sabbath school teacher, or city missionary, or other Christian worker speaks for Christ comes up. Yea, it comes up with compound interest—you saving one soul, that ono saving ten, the ten a hundred, tho hundred a thousand, tho thousand ten thousand, tho ten thousand one hundred thousand—on, on forever. The Harrowing;. Again I remark, in grr.ee, as in tho farm, there must bo a harrowing. I re fer now not to a harrow that goes over tho lield in order to prepare the ground for the seed, but a harrow which goes over after tho se* d is sown, lest tho birds pick up tho seed, sinking it down into the earth so that it can take root. You know a harrow. It is made of bars of wood nailed across each other, and the underside of each bar is furnished with sharp teeth, and when tho horses are hitched to it it. goes tearing and leaping across the field, driving the seed down into tho earth until it springs up in tho harvest, bereavement, sorrow, persecution am the Lord’s harrows to sin!; the gospel truth into your heart. These were truths that you heard 30 j” :.: age 1 hey have not affected you until recently Heme great trouble camo over you, and the truth was harrowed in, and it has come up. What did God mean in tins oouutry in 1857? For a century there -.vas the gospel preached, but, a great deal of it produced no re sult. Then God harnessed a wild panic to a harrow of commercial disaster, and that harrow went down Wall street and up Wall street, down Third street and up Third street, down State street and up State street, down Pennsylvania ave nue and up Pcnnsylavnia avenue, until the whole laud was tom to pieces as it had never been before. What followed the. harrow? A great awakening, in which thero were 500,000 souls brought into the kingdom of our Lord. No ( kar- row, no crop. The Heaping. Again I remark, iu grace, as in tho farm, there must bo a reaping. Many Chri.-tiaua speak of religion as though it were a mutter of economics nr insur ance. They expect to reap in the next world. Oh, no! Now is tho time to reap. Gather up tho joy of the Chris tian religion this morning, thin after noon, this night. If you havo not ns much grace as you would like to have, tlmuk God for what you havo and pray for more. Yon are no worse enslaved than Joseph, no worse troubled than vas David, no worse scourged than wan Paul. \Tt, amid tho rattling of fctl rs and amid tho gloom of dungeons and amid tho horror of shipwreck, they tri umphed in the grace of God. Tho weak est man in tho house today has 500 acres of spiritual joy all ripe. Why do yea not go and reap it? You have been groaning over your infirmities for 30 years. Now give one round shout over your emancipation. You say you havo it s ) hard. You might havo it worse. You vender why this great co’id trouble keeps revolving through your soul, turning ami turning with a black hand on tho crank. Ah, that trouble is the grindstone on which you aro to sharpen your sickle. To tho fields! Wake up! Take off your green spectacles, your blue spectacles, your black spectacles. Pull up tho corners of your mouth as far ai you pull thorn down. To tho field d Heap, reap! The Thrashing. Again I remark, in grace, as in farm ing, thero is a timo for thrashing. I tell you bluntly that is death. Just, as the farmer with a flail boats tho wheat out < i the straw, so death beats the soul out of tho body. Every sickness is a stroke of tho flail, and the sickbed is the thra shing floor. What, say you, is death to u good man only taking the wheat out of the straw? That is all. An aged man has fallen asleep. Only yesterday you caw him iu the sunny porch playing with his gruwlchiljjron. Calmly he rc- ceived the mosKuge to leave this world. H< bade a pkasant goodby to his old friends. Tho telegraph carries tho tid ings, and on swift rail trains tho kin dred come, wanting once more to look on the face of dtar old grandfather. Bruch Lank tho gray hairs from his I now. It will never ache again. Put him away in tho slumber of the tomb. Hi will not be afraid of that night. Grandfather was never afraid of any thin;.'. He will ri.so in the morning of th*' resurrection. Grandfather was al- wa.vs the first to rise. His voico lias al ready mingled iu tho doxology of heav en. Grandfather always did sing in church. Anything ghastly in that? Nc. ' : t mashing of the wheat out of tho 6 r.. That is all. Th. Saviour folds a lamb iu his bos om. The little child filled all the house with her music, and her toys aro scat tered all up and down the stairs just as she !• ft them. What if the hand that pinched four-o’clocks out of the meadow is still? It will wave iu tho eternal tri umph. What if the voice that made music in tho home is still? It will sing tho eternal hosanna. Put a white roso in ono hand, u red rose in the other hand and a wreath of orange blossom* on tho brow; tho white flower for tho victory, the red flower for tho Saviour’s sacrifice, tho orange blossoms for her marriage day. Anything ghastly about that? Ob, no! The run went down and the flower shut. Tho wheat thrashed out of tho straw. “Dear Lord, give mo sloop, ” iiaid a dying boy, tho son of ono of my elders; “dear Lord, give mo sleep.” And ho closed his eyes and awoke in glory. Homy W. Longfellow, writing a letter of condolence to those parents, said, “Those last words wero beautifully poetic. ” And Mr. Longfel low knew what is poetic. “Dear Lord, give me sleep.” ’Twas not Sn cruelty, not In wrath. That tho rearer carno that tiny. ’TwtiH an an cel that visitt d tho earth And took the flower away. So it may bo with us when our work is all done. “Dear Lord, give mo sleep. ” The Garnering. I have ouo more thought to present. I have spoken of tho plowing, of tho sowing, of the harrowing, cf the leap ing. of the thrashing. I must now speak a moment cf the garnering. Where is the garner? Need I tell yon: Oh, no! Ho many have gone out from your own circles—yea, from your own family—that yon have had your eyes cu that garner for many a year. What a hard time some of them had! In Gcth- semaiics of suffering they sweat great drops of blood. They took the “cup of trembling,” and they put it to their het lips, and they tried, “If it bo possible, let this cup pass from me.” With tougucsof burniugagony (hey cried, “O Lord, deliver my soul!” But they got over it. They all got over it. Garnered! Their tears wiped away; their battles all ended; their burdens lifted. Gar nered! Tho Lord of tho harvest will not allow those sheaves to perish in tho equinox. Garnered! Some of us remem ber, on the farm, that LiC sheaves wero put on the top rack which surmounted tho wagon, and these sheaves were piled higher and higher, and after awhile tbo horses started for the barn, and these sheaves swayed to and fro in the wind, and the old wagon creaked, and tho horses made a struggle, and pulled so hard the harness came up in loops of ieetheron their backs, and when tho front wheel struck tho elevated door of the barn it seemed as if the load would go no farther until tho workmen gave a great shout, and then, with ono last tremendous strain, the horses palled in the lead; then they were unharnessed, and forkful after forktul of graiu fell into the mow. Oh, my friends, our get ting to heaven may be a pull, a hard pull, a very hard pull; but these sheaves are bound to go in. The Lord of tho harvest has promised it. I seo the loud at last coming to tho door cf the heav enly garner. The sheaves of the Chris tian soul sway to and fro in the wind of death, and tho old body creaks under the load, and as the load strikes tho floor of tho celestial garner, it seems as if it can go no farther. It is the last struggle, until the voices of angels and the voices of our departed kindred and tho welcoming voice of God shall send the harvest rolling into tho eternal tri umph, while all up and down the sky tho cry’ is heard: “Harvest home! Har vest home!” Li Hud HU Doubt*. An amusing story of Li Hung Chang is told in official circles. Whether or not it is accurate in all particulars i:o one scums to know, but the tale is as follows: When John W. Foster and Mrs. Foster wero first in China, they were handsomely entertained by the viceroy, and a warm friendship sprang up between the former American secre tary of state and the greatest man of tho eastern world. Then, as now, Li Hung Chang was disposed to ask all manner of questions, and at the first op portunity he asked Mrs. Foster if her husband was not a very great man and a very rich inirai iu his own country. Mrs. Foster replied, with becoming modesty, that Mr. Foster had held many high official positions. Ho had been minister to Hpain, minister to Mexico, minister to Russia, a special envoy to Spain, and, finally, tho greatest honor being reserved for tho last, secretary of state, next in tho cabinet to the presi dent himself. “But Mr. Fester is not wealthy. In fact, ho is a comparatively poor man,” Mrs. Foster frankly ex plained. Li shook liis head. “You say Mr. Foster has been minister to Mexico, to .Spain, a special envoy to Hpain and secretary of state?” “Yes.” “And bo is stQl poor?” “Yes, comparatively speaking.” Tbo old viceroy looked Mrs. Foster iu tbo eye fer a moment, and then, placing his two hands over his nost and one eye, he winked roguishly with tho other optio and tittered. A sly old dog is Li Hung Chang.—Washing ton Letter iu Chicago Times-Hcrald. Over a Thousand Deaths Iu Havana Last Mouth. YELLOW FEVER AL30 0H HIGREASE epaiiUh Solilicr* Dio l.iU«i S|ioi'[> In tho Millinry llo*})ltit!s—Llkoly l» lln Itlany .Monlli* lloforo Iho Scuiiiqo I* Ov«r—Vim Itopoit of SHiiltary !ni;>rr.ti»r llurgo** of tlio Marino !Io«|>itHl Sorvicn. WARmxoTOx, Oct. 13.—Sanitary In spector Burgess of the Marino Hospital service reports from Havana, Cuba, that there were 1,-034 deaths in that city during September, 17!) of which wore from yellow fever. During tho week ended Oct. 1 tlrro were 2.il deaths, 43 of which wore from yellow fever. Forty of the 4.3 deaths from yellow fever oc curred among the Spanish soldiers in tho military hospitals. Tho inspector, in a recent connmmi- cation to the bureau, calls attention to tho wharf Talhipiedra, at Havana, at which the American steamship Herman M. Dontzalor went to dischanre a load of lumber brought from Pensacola. Wb.ile tho vessel was there ono of its men caught tho yellow fever. This wharf, Dr. Burgess says, “is in close proximity to the old and badly infected military hospital, and is probably, and has been for many years, the most dan gerous place for vessels to discharge at iu the whole harbor on account of the invasion of yellow fever. It is a pity that some way cannot be devised to pre vent vessels from going there, particu larly American vessels and those subse quently bound to ports in thu United btntes.” Speaking generally about the yellow fever and smallpox, tho inspector says: “It will be seen by statistical reports sent on that yellow fever continues to bo an active epidemic here, and lam iu- fonued that it is so in most of tiie places where Spanish soldiers are found. Tho steamers plying between this place and tho western end of the island bring on their return trip from ports along tho joa.st numerous cases of that disease. It is reported that the hospitals of Guanajay de las Vegas, Han Antonio do Los Banos, Artemisa and other places have many rick of that complaint. Tho Imge Casa do Eonoflconcia y Materni- dad, or Foundling and Lying-in hospital has, by orders of tho government, been emptied of its women and children, and is now being occupied as a hos pital for Spanish soldiers. Small pox, instead of diminishing, in creases daily, not only in Havana proper, but in its suburbs. In Regia, on tho opposite side of tho bay from Havana, there are many cases, amount ing to an epidemic there. It is difficult to see \. hen this epidemic will come to an en i, with the influx of niivuccinated people from the country driven in by the conditions of war, and tho frequent arrival of Spanish steamers from the mother country with cases of that dis ease aboard. As practically no precau tions are taken to prevent smallpox spreading on those vessels, I am afraid tnat it will be many months before this scourge is over.” Uorarli-s* Fire Kngines. It is proposed to add two horseless steam fire engines to tho equipment of the Boston lire department. They were once tried in New York, but were aban doned. “ I lorsos, ’ ’ says The Transcript, “do not yet take kindly to the steam roller, and if they should see it plung ing madly along onr congested streets at a three minute gait, belching smoke and flame, their fears would not be likely to bo much allayed. The self pro peller on its travels bc«rsa close resem blance to tho steam roller. Tho only city that uses this style of engine to any considerable extent iu tho east is Hart ford. litr Jumbo is .veil known to fire departments all over the country. It is nearly twice tho weight and twice the in-ico of an ordinary engine, though its w ater throwing capacity bears no Such .ratioof increase.” ♦ < I . ^ I i ' r • \ ; Rlpuns Tfibulcs arc com- \ t pounded from a prescription \ \ widely used by the best modi- \ | cal authorities and are pre- t | sented in a form that is be- : * coming the fashion every- • I where. : . 1 -mX f Ho Ofte.'i NuggcHt* Such Problem*. 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London, Oct. 13.—The Times ex- presses the belief that tho rival claims of Sir William Vernon Harcourt and Mr. Asquith for tho succession to the leadersbip of tho Liberal party will compel the recall of Mr. Gladstone to try to unite tho party. Lord Rosebery has canceled all of his political engage ments, but he does not intend to with draw DGnuancntly from public life. •THE ObiLY T rue Blood Purifier J prominently in the public eye to day is Hood's Sarsaparilla. Therefore get Hood's and ONLY HOOD’S. W. D. ARCHER, 'TO x wo i-t i-Vi. icr i wx. ILiir-cutting, in the latest styles. Sl aving and Shampooing at reason able prices. ^jpShop next to J. I>. Goudc- I ick's store. FBOSt t.- w. _ J . j •../ t, v .. b* ■» y n 9 C. it. Kia,-, Water Vab-.y, ‘.Trio., era* 6 ; -:: C; ;• r* y>; ^ g. c^ "/■, : • * * % i •’F r f.v ■ y< ;ir«. I siii;erc<i e ; iM ir.Brry from nm-c.nil.ir rh "iiiiviim. ! ni -i cvi ry l aovn nam-Cy, «• iircil .■:! Uir> •a t liyri- < ! ;!!<, Visitor! Hot A i t ,i. tini S, spending el" ) tl»< rc. I esl.le:: i< t-;..i ■’ I P'-<; l ot coaid olitniu only lei: ;M>i:;iy n :v , . “y ll.'^ii was wasted away so lliat I v.■ lulled only ninety-three pimnd';; my left .-inj end - log were drawn out of shape, the il use lea twined up la khols. I was nnidde :o dicss myself, i x opt wiili i!«si*tan< «♦. : ml eoiild only hohlde about I y r.shu: a cane, f had i o appetite, nnd was assniV'i, ! y the Cioetors. that 1 could noi iho. The p-:us. at tarn s, were so awful, tint ! n i;|.' procure rrlhi only by means of < u p. ,;:jrc- ti-M s of moipiiino. 1 had my iho: sbao am' l in clay, ia sulphur, in ponl iers: 1 e.t. Uieso •rive only temporary rcl:ef. Afa r trying rv r-ytliinr, and sriteiing the nos? j v. el ! ! hep-'ii to take Ayer'- Hr:': .'pniill-a. fii-aie of two mouths, 1 v.rs aide to walk wi!limit a cane. In three menti s, my Ilml s I epou to streneilien. and i:i the ei.e.r . ' of a year, I was cured. Mywei:'li: liar, increased Io i«.i pounds, and I am i:o'.v able to do i,.y full day’s work as a railrua ! l.tael smith.” £-v\ y liz, Lj A & Th? Only World’s Fair Sarsaparilla. A YF.’It'S J‘lI.I.ti cure ilnrl irhc. T L k 1L o Moiiuiental Works. Granite Monuments a specialty. Agent for IRON FENCES. No. *235, \V. T rade St., Charlotte, N. C. ffl f FtTVYAm 1. li. M/Mul. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. FIEDMONT A Jit 1.2 NO. Condensed Schedule of Passenger Trr.tn* iKst.Ml! Northbound. *c;»t. 00, 1800. Vos. No. SN Dally. .Vo. id Xu ; No. r; Daily I.v. A “nnla, O. T ‘ Atlanta, B. T. “ Norerom..... " Buford " Gainesville... “ Lula " Cornelia. *• Mt. Airy •' Toocoa “ \v estminstcr “ f-ene a " Central m green vine.. " Spartanburg. •• Gaffneys " Blaclcsnnrg.. ” King's ?4t Ga Mania '12 OJ m P, -ri . l(u ."iu I 2 2f) t - n 2 4.1 p - Uip 7 48 p ^ p 8 3’) p 3 13 Ar. Charlotte . 8 21 - 11 tl " Danvillo 12 Uu n 1 o\) P Ar. Richmond ... 0 00 ~ <» *10 P -■ ■ . — ■ . 1 II. — Ar. Washington 0 42 a ft 40 P “ Baltm’ePRR. 8 (10 p 11 25 J> Philadelphia. 10 15 H 3 Oil n “ New York... 12 43 m 'O 20 i\ Ve*. Fst.’ll Southbound. TIo. 17 No. : !.*> Daily. Daily. Lv. N. Y.,P. R.R. 4 30 u 12 15 21 “ Philadelphia . « 55 p a 7<o 21 “ Baltimore... 0 20 1* r. 22 a “ Washington.. 10 43 p 11 15 a Lv. Richmond ... 2 00 a 12 55 p Lv. Danvillo . ... 5 50 n 0 05 p " ( lairlotte V 85 a 10 55 p Gastonia 11 00 p “ King's Mt .. “ Bln dtsburg 10 40 a 12 00 a " <4 all nevs 12 24 a ** Spartanburg. 11 37 a 1 0* a “ Greenville.. 12 23 i> 1 5o 21 M Central.. 1 15 2 irt a “ Seneca . 1 35 V 2 53 u “ Westminster ...... '* Toecoa 2 18 p 3 50 a “ Mf. Airy ” Cornelia 4 IS a “ L;;m 3 13 p 4 ..'3 a ” Gainesville... 3 31 p 4 u7 a “ P.uford .. •* Norerosa .. Ar. Atlanta, K. T. 4 65 c 26 n Ar. Atlanta, C. T. 8 55 p 5 20 a pi 7 60 . 4 0;/ p a h .'0 e. u ::.)u a (i 31 u: 8 '-"’P IPO ‘ ' a !M 3‘. a a 11 01 a .. 11 :J a 8 :».p . .In 2< a! 8 87 p n 11 e-t a :8 p| ft 1 80 p: *» -31 pi ft, 3 47 p a 4 83 p| a 1 4 47 p| » 5 1 ; nj ... ft 5 liTi t rt 2J tc I 1 ** r « n P (’ 10 a 1 . 2 00 ft 0 40 a J- ': P 2 o • p Hi’.’ 8 1 , p 4 > 1 5 U ; 5 47 p (JOi p 1! 50 p ■ I - 7 40 p 8 US p 3 :a p OUT p 0 4:1 P 0 25 a it 35 a 0 7>7 a 7 20 u 7 48 A 8 27 a 0 80 a 8.10 a “A” a. in. “P” p. m , ‘M" noon. “N” night. Nos. 37 and IW—Washington and Southwest ern Yes; finite Limited. Through Pullman B'cc’crs l)«Div«*on New York and New Orleans, via Washington, Atlanta and Montgomery,And also Ix-twcon Now York and M -nphU, via Washington, Atlanta and Birmingham. Thi* train also curries Hiehmond-August a sleening c r* between Danville and Charlotte. K'rst class thoroughfare couch between Washington bud Atlanta. Dining cars serve all meals en route. Nos. 85 nnd 9V-Unlted States Fast Malt. Pnll- man sleeping ears l>etween Now York, Atlanta end New Orloau*. Pullman parlor ear* W tween Kichmond and Danvillo. Pullman Sleep ing ears lietwoon Birmingham and Charlotto. Nos. II and 12—Pullman aleopiug cars between Liehmoud nnd Danville. The Air Line Belle train, N<*s. 17 and IS, wilL from June l*t to October 1st, 13'.*:, ’><• oja-ratea between Atlanta and kit. Airy, Ga., dully ex cept Kundnr. \V. II. UKJiiSN, J. M. C1XP, Gcj’1 Supt., Truffle M’g'r., Washington, D. O. Washington, D. O. W. A. TUBK, 8.H. HAUDWIoK, Ucn’l Pans. Ag’t., AWtGeuTPas*. Ag’t., Washington, D. O.Atlanta, Ga.