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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C. f JANUARY 28, 1897.
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HIS GLOTilOTiS FAITH.
REV. DP. TALMAGE PREACHES ON
RECOGNITION l.i HEaVEN.
Ho Suuih I'p t!i«'
and That rf the !
a General Ilr.pc
ins Interest.
I! .’leneo of tlie I’iblc
•( tTirletian to Provo
\ ('rmon of Absorb-
Dr. Talmago |
^n acliinx and
Minneapoli s, .T uv 2!
has been for < fi ^ dap
lecturing in Chicago, JIinn;;upoli8 and
St. Paul, and his jvrmnn is on a theme
which will absorbingly inti rest all who
read it. Ho returns this w< k to Wash
ington. Thosubjeet is “Heavenly Rec
ognition,'’ and the text, II Sam. xii, 28,
“I shall go to him. ”
There is a very siek child in tho abode
of David the king. Disease, which
stalks up the dark lane of tho poor and
puts its smothering hand on lip and
nostril of the wan and wanted
mouiiis tno palace stairs and, bending
over the pillow, blows into the face of a
young prince the frosts of pain and
death. Tears uie wine to the king of
terrors. Alas, for David the king! Ho
can neither sleep nor eat and lies pros
trate on his face, weeping and wailing
until tho palace rings with tho outcry
of woo.
I Shall Go to Him.
What aro courtly attendants or vic
torious armies or conquered provinces
under ench circumstances? What to any
parent is all splendid surrounding when
his child is sick? Se\ on days have passed
•n. There, in that great house, two eye
lids aro gently clo d, two little hands
folded, two little feet quiet, one heart
still. Tho servants come to bear the tid
ings to tho king, but lb- y cannot make
up their minds to tell him, and they
stand at tho door whispering about tho
matter, and David hears them, and ho
looks up and says to them, “Is tho child
dead?” “Yes, ho is dead. ”
David rouses himself up, washes him
self, puts on new apparel and sits down
to food. What power hushed that tem
pest? What stn na'.h was it that lifted
up that king whom grief had dethroned?
Oh, it was the thought that he would
come again into the possession of that
darling child! No gravedigger’s spade
could hide him. Tire wintry blasts of
death could not put out the bright light.
There would lx? n forge somewhere that
with silver hammer would weld tho
broken link:?. In a city where the hoofs
of tho pale lionic never strike the pave
ment he would clasp his lost treasure.
Ho wipes away the tears from his eyes,
and he clears the choking grief from his
throat and exclaim ;, ‘ ‘1 shall go to him!’’
Was David right or wrong? If we part
on earth, will we nr ' again in the next
world? “Well,” says nomo one, “that
seems to be an impossibility. Heaven is
so largo a plaec we never could find onr
kindred there. ” Going into some city
without having appointed a time and
place for meeting, yon might wander
around for weeks and for months, and
perhaps for years, and never see each
other, and heaven is vaster than all
earthly cities together. And how are you
going to find your departed friend in
that country? It is so vast a realm.
John went up on one mountain of in
spiration, and ho looked off upon the
multitude, and ho said, “Thousands of
thousands.’’ Then he came upon a
greater altitude of inspiration and looked
off upon it again, and lie said, “Ten
thousand timea ten thousand.” And
then ho came on a higher mount of in
spiration and looked off again and he
said, "A hundred and forty and four
thousand and thousands of thousands.”
And he came on a still greater height
of inspiration, and he locked off again
and exclaimed, “A great multitude that
no man can number. ’ ’
Novr, I ask, how are you going to find
your friends in such a throng as that ?
Is not this idea we have been entertain
ing after all a falsity? L this doctrine
of future recognition of friends in heav
en a guess, a myth, a whim, or is it a
granitic foundation upon which the soul
pierced of all ages may build a glorious
hope? Intense question! Every heart in
this audience throbs right into it. There
is in every soul here the tomb of at least
one dead. Tremendous question! It
makes tho lip quiver, and tho cheek
flush, and the entire nature thrill. Shall
we know each other there? I get letters
almost every month asking me to dis
cuss this subject. I get a letter in a
bold, scholarly hand, on gilt edged pa
per, asking mo to discuss this question,
and I say, “Ah, that is a curious man,
and he wants a curious question solved. ”
But I get another letter. It is written
with a trembling hand and on what
sceniR to bo a tom out leaf of a book,
and there and here is the mark of a toiir,
and I say, “Oh, that is a broken heart,
and it wants to be comforted. ”
From Theory to Certainty.
The object of this sormon is to take
this theory out of the region of surmise
and speculation into the region of posi
tive certainty. People say: “It would be
▼cry pleasant if that doctrine were true.
I hope it may be true. Perhaps it is true.
I wish it were true. ” But I believe that
I can bring an accumulation of argu
ment to bear upon this matter which
will prove the doctrine of future recog
nition as plainly as that there is any
heaven at all, a:. 1 that tho kiss of re
union at the celestial gate will bo ns
certain as the dying kiss at the door of
the sepulcher.
Now, when you are going to build a
ship you must get (he right kind of tim
ber. You lay the keel and make tho
framework of the very best materials
—tho keelson, stanchions, plank shear,
counter timber, knees, transoms—all
Iron or solid oak. You may build a ship
of lighter material, but when tho cy
clone comes on it will go down. Now,
wo may have a great many beautiful
theories about tho future world built
out of our own fancy, and they may do
very well as long as wo have smooth
■ailing in the world. But when tho
storms of sorrow come upon us, and tho
hurricane of death, wc will be swamped,
wo will lx? foundered. Wo want a tho
rny built oat of Uod’s eternal word. Tho
doctrine of future recognition Is not so
often positively stated in tIk- word of
God as implied, and you know, my
friends, that that is, after all, tho
strongest mode of n'kn.ration. Your
friend travels in foreign lands. He
comes home. He doc a not begin by ar
guing with you to prove that tin re are
such places as Li noon and Stix'kholm
and Paris and Dr d- s and Berlin, but’
his conversation intoli it. And so this
Bible does not so positively state this
theory as all up and down its chapters
take it for granted.
What does my text imply? “I shall
go to him.” What consolation would it
be to David to go to his child if ho
would not know him? WonW David
have been allowed to record this antici
pation for tho inspection of all ages if it
wore a groundless anticipation? We read
in the first book of the Bible: Abraham
died and was gathered to his people.
Jacob died and was gathered to his ixs?-
nla M dkd and w us gathered to his
people. What people? Why, their
friends, their comradi s, their old com
panions. Of course it means that. It
cannot mean anything else. So in the
very beginning <’f the Bible four times
that is taken for granted. Tho whole
Now Testament is an arbor over which
this doctrine creeps like a luxuriant
vine full of tho purple clusters of con
solation. James, John and Peter fol
lowed (Jhriet into tho mountain. A light
falls from heaven on that mountain and
lifts it into the glories of the celestial.
Christ’s garments glow, and his face
shines like tho sun. The door of heaven
swings open. Two spirit* come down
and alight on that mountain. The dis
ciples look at them and recognize them
as Moses and Elias. Now, if those dis
ciples standing! n the earth could recog
nize these two spirits who have boon for
years in heaven, do you tell me that
we, with our heavenly eyesight, will
not be able to recognize those who have
gone out from among us only 5, 10, 20,
30 years ago?
Itocofuitlou.
The Bible iudicah h, over and over
again, that the angels know each other,
and then the Bible says that we are to
bo higher than the angels. And if the
angels have tho power of recognition,
shall not we, who are to lx? higher than
they in the next realm, have as good
eyesight and as good capacity? What did
Christ mean, in Ids conversation with
Mary and Martha, when he said, “Thy
brother shall rise again?” It was as
much as to say: ‘ Don’t cry. Don’t wear
yourselves out with this trouble. You
will sec him again. Thy brother shall
rise again. ”
The Bible describes heaven as a great
home circle. Well, now, that would bo
a very queer home circle where the
members did not know each other. The
Bible describes death as a sleep. If we
know each other before we go to sleep,
shall we not know each other after wc
wake up? Oh, yes! Wo will know each
other a great deal better then than now,
“for now,” says the apostle, “we sec
through a glass darkly, hut then face to
face. ” It will be my purified, enthroned
and glorified body gazing on your puri
fied, enthroned and glorified body.
Now, I demand, if you believe the
Bible, that you take this theory of fu
ture recognition out of the realm of
speculation and surmise into the region
of positive certainty, and no more keep
saying: “I hope it is so. X have an idea
it is so. I guess if is so.” Be able to
say, with all the concentrated energy of
body, mind and soul, “I know it is so!”
There are, in addition to these Bible
arguments, other reasons why I accept
this theory. In the first plaec, localise
the rejection of it implied the entire ob
literation of onr memory. Can it be
possible that v.e shall forget forever
those with whose walk, look, manner,
we have been so long familiar? Will
death come and with a sharp, keen blade
hew away this faculty of memory?
Abraham said to Dives, “Son, remem
ber.” If the exiled and tho lost remem
ber, will not tho enthroned remember?
You know very well that our joy in
any circumstance is augmented by the
companionship of our friends. We can
not see a picture with less than four
eyes or hear a song with less than four
ears. We want some one beside us with
whom to exchange glances and sympa
thies, and I suppose the joy of heaven is
to bo augmented by tho fact that wo are
to have onr friends with us when there
rise before us the thron- s of ihe blessed
aud when there surges up in our oar tho
jubilate of the saved Heaven is not a
contraction. It is an expansion. If I
know yon hero, I will know you better
there. Hero I see you with only t wo
eyes, but there th" soul ahull have
1,000,000 eyes. It will 1/c immortality
gazing on immortality, ransomed spirit
in colloquy with ransomed spirit, victor
beside victor. When John Evans, the
Scotch minister, v. a* seated in his study,
his wife came in aud said to him, “My
dear, do you think wo will know ouch
other in heaven?” He turned to her and
said, “My dear, do you think wc will
be bigger f(x»ls in heaven than wo are
here?”
Th«- World l^xpcctx It.
Again, I accept this doctrine of future
recognition because the world’s expect
ancy affirms it. In all lands and ages
this theory is received. What form of
religion planted it? No form of religion,
for it is received under all forms of re
ligion. Then, I argue, a sentiment, a
feeling, an anticipation, universally
planted, must have been God implanted,
and if God implanted it is rightfully
implanted. Socrates writes: “Who
would not part with a great deal to
purchase a meeting with Orpheus and
Homer? If it lx? tnu that this is to be
tho consequence of de ath, I could even
be able to die often. ”
Among tho Danes, when a master
dies his servant sometimes slays himself
that he may serve tho muster in tho fu
ture world. Cicero, living before
Christ’s coming, said: “Oh, glorious
day when I shall retire from tins low
and sordid scene to associate with the
divine assemblage of departed spirits,
and not only with tho one I have just
mentioned, but with my dear Cato, the
best of sous and most faithful of men.
If I seemed to bear his de-.th with forti
tude, it was by no means (hat I did not
most sensibly foci the 1< >s I had sus
tained. It was bocaux" f was «aj p> rti d
by tho consoling refl •< i •. thatwecould
not long bo separated.”
Tho Norwegian lx ! ii-v< sit; the Indian
believes it; the Greenlander h lieves it;
the Swiss believe it; tho Turk* believe
it. Under every sky, l y every river, in
every zone, the thrxtry is adopted. And
io I say a principle universally implant
ed must bo Gixl implanted, and hence a
right belief. The argument is irresisti
ble.
Again, I adopt this theory Itccan*?
there arc features of moral temperament
and features of the soul that will distn
guish us forever. How do we knowca*
other in this world? Is it i -vly by the
color of the <ye, or the *.gth of tho
hair, or the facial proportions? Oh, r '
It is by the* disposition ns w !!, Ly n
ural affinity, using me word in the very
best sense and not in the bud sense. At d
if in the dust our Ixxly should perish
and lie there foreVir, mid there should
be no resurrection, still the soul has
enough features nud the disposition has
enough features to make us distinguish
able. I can understand how in sickness
a man will become so delirious that he
will not know his own friends, but will
we be blasted with such insufferable
idiocy that, standing beside our Ix'.st
friends for all eternity, we will never
guess who they are?
One Itcanou For Ilellef.
Again, I think that one reason why
wo ought to accept this doctrine is be
cause we never in this world have an
opportunity to give thanks to those to
whom we arc spiritually indebted. The
joy of heaven, wc arc told, is to bo in
augurated by a review of life’s work.
These Christian men and women who
have been toiling for Christ, have they
seen tho full result of their work? Oh,
uol
In tho church at Somerville, N. J.,
John Vredeuburgh preached for a great
many years. He felt that his ministry
was a failure, although he was a faith
ful minister preaching the gospel all
tho time. He died, and died amid dis
couragements, and went home to God,
for no one ever doubted that John Vro-
denburgh was a good Christian minister.
A little while after his death there came
a great awakening in Somerville, and
one Sabbath 200 souls stood up at tbc
Christian altar espousing the cause of
Christ, among them my own father and
mother. And what was peculiar in re-
g.ird to nearly all of those 200 souls was
that they dated their religious impres
sions from the ministry of John Vre-
denburgh. Will that good Christian
man before tho throne of God never
meet those souls brought to Christ
through his instrumentality? Oh, of
course he will know them! I remember
one Sabbath ;Lfteruoon, borne down with
tho sense of my sins and knowing not
God, I texjk up Doddridge’s “Rise and
Progress.” Oh, what a dark afternoon
it was, uud I read the chapters, and I
read the prayers, and I tricxl to make
the prayers my own. Oh, I must see
Philip Doddridge! A glorious old hook
ho wrote! It is out of fashion now.
There is a mother before tho throne
of God. You say her joy is full. Is it?
You say there can be no augmentation
of it. Cannot there be? Her son was a
wanderer and a vagrlxjnd on the earth
when that good mother died. He broke
her old heart. She died, leaving him in
the wilderness of sin. She is before tho
throne of God now. Years pas.?, and
that son repents of Ids crimes raid gives
his heart to God and becomes a useful
Christian and dies and enters the gates
of heaven. You tell me that that moth
er’s joy cannot he augmented. Let them
confront each other, tho sou and tho
mother. ‘ ‘Oh, ’ ’ she says to the angels of
God, “rejoice w ith me! The dead is alive
again, and the lost is found. Hallelu
iah, I never expected to see this lost one
come hack.” The Bible says nations are
to be horn in a day. When China comes
to God, will it not know Dr. Abeel?
When India comes, will it not know Dr.
John Scuddor? When the Indians come
to God, will they not know David
Broiucrd?
I see a soul entering heaven at last
with covered face at the idea that it has
done so little for Christ and feeling
borne down with unworthiuess, and it
says to itself, “I have no right to lx?
here.” A voice from a throne says:
“Oh, you forget that Sunday school
class you invited to Christ! I was one
of them.” And anoJlior voice says:
“You forget that poor man to whom
you gave a loaf of bread and told of the
heavenly bread. I was that man. ” And
another says: “You forget that sick one
to whom you gave medicine for the body
aud the soul. I was that one.” And
then Christ, from a throne overtopping
all the rest, will say, “Inasmuch ns ye
did it to one of the leiuit of these, you
diditto me.” And then the seraphs
will take their harps from the side of
tho throne and cry, “What song shall
it be?” Aud Christ, bonding over tho
hiurpers, shall say, “It shall be tho
‘Harvest Home.’ ”•
Theory Conilriucd hy the Dying;.
One more reason why I am disposed
to accept this doctrine of future recogni
tion is that so many in their hist hour
on earth have confirm! d this theory. I
speak not of persons who have been de
lirious iu their last moment aud knew
not what they were about, but of per
sons who died iu calmness and placidity,
and who were not naturally supersti
tious. Often the glories of heaven have
struck tho dying pillow, aud the depart
ing man has said lie saw and heard
those who ha<l gone away from him.
How often it is in the dying moments
parents sec their departed children aud
children see their departed parents! I
come down to tho banks of the Mohawk
river. It was evening, and I wanted to
go over the river, and so I waved my
liat and shouted, and after awhile I saw
some one waving on the opposite bank,
aud I heard him shout, and the boat
camo across, and I got iu and was trans
ported. And so I suppose it will be iu
tho evening of our life. Wo will cowo
down to the river of death and give a
signal to our friends on the other shore..
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and they will give a signal back to ns,
and tho boat come s, and our departed
l<i::.lr>-d aro the oarsmen, tho fires of the
s tting day tiugclng the tops of the pad
dles.
Oh, have yon never sat by such a
deathbed? In that hour yon hear the de
parting "on 1 cry: “Hark! Look!” You
hearkened, and you looked. A little
child pining away because of tho death
of its mother, getting weaker and weak
er cvcrj- day, was taken into tho room
where hung the picture of her mother.
She Bccmod to enjoy looking at it, and
then she was taaen away, and after
awhile died. In the last moment that
wan and wasted little one lifted her
hands, while her Lice lighted up with
the glory of the next world and cried
out, “Mother!” Do you tell me she did
not see her mother? She did. So in ray
first settlement at Belleville a plain man
said to me: “What do you think I heard
last night? I was iu tho room where one
of my neighbors was dying. He was a
good man, and ho said ho hoiird the an
gels of God singing before tho throne. I
haven’t much poetry about me, but I lis
tened, and I heard them too. ’ ’ Said I,
“I have no doubt of it.” Why, wo are
to bo taken up to heaven at lust by min
istering spirits. Who are thov to he?
Souls that went up from Madra. An
tioch or Jerusalem? Oh, no, oi.r glori
fied kinded aro going to troop aro l us.
Heaven is not a stately, formal , lace,
as I sometimes hear it described, a very
I frigidity of splendor, where people stand
; on cold formalities and go rouucbdiout
; with heavy crowns of gold on their
heads. No, that is not my idea of heav
en. My idea of heaven is more like this:
You :irc seated in the eveuingtide by tho
: fireplace, your whole family there, or
! nearly all of them there. While your are
seated, talking and enjoying the even-
; ing hour, there is a knock at the door,
i aud tho door opens, and there comes in
I a brother that has been long absent. He
: has been absent, for years you have not
i seen him, and no sooner do you make
up your mind that it is certainly ho
than yon leap up, and the question is
who shall give him tho first embrace.
That is my idea of heaven—a great
home circle where they are waiting for
us. Oh, will you not know your moth
er’s voice there? She who always called
you by your first name long after others
had given you the formal “Mister?”
You were never anything but James or
John or George or Thomas or Mary or
Florence to her. Will you not kuow
your child’s voice—she of the bright eye
and the reddy cheek and the quiet step,
who came in from play and flung her
self into your lap, a very shower of
mirth and beauty? Why, the picture is
graven in your soul. It cannot wear
out. If that little one should stand on
the other side of some heavenly hill aud
cull to you, you would hear her voice
above tho hurst of heaven’s great or
chestra. Know it? You could not help
but know it.
Consolation.
Now I bring you this glorious con
solation of future recognition. If you
could get this theory into your heart, it
would lift a great jnany shadows that
are stretching across it. When I was a
lad, I used to go out to the railroad
track aud put my ear down on the track,
and I could hear the express train rum
bling miles away and coming on, aud
today, my friends, if wc only had faith
enough, we could put our ear down to
the grave of our dead and listen and
hear in the distance the rumbling on of
the chariots of resurrection victory.
Oh, heaven, sweet heaven! Yon do
not spell heaven as you used to spell it
—h-o-a-v-e-n, heaven. But now when
you want to spell that word you place
side by side tho faces of the loved cues
who are gone, and in that irradiation of
light and love and beauty and joy yon
spell it out as never before in songs and
halleluiahs. O ye whose hearts aro
down under the sod of the cemetery,
cheer up at the thought of this reunion!
Oh, how much you will have to tell
them when once you meet them!
How much you have been through
since you saw them last! On the shiny
shore you will talk it all over. Tho
heartaches, tho loneliness, the sleepless
nights, tho weeping xintil you had no
more power to weep because tho heart
was withered aud dried up. Stoiy of
vacant chair and empty cradle and lit
tle shoe only half worn out, never to fco
worn again, just the shape of the foot
that once pressed it. And dreams when
you thought that tho departed had como
back :igaiu, and the room Boomed bright
with their faces, and you started up to
greet them, and iu tho effort the dream
broke, aud you found yourself standing
amidroom in tho midnight — alone.
Talking it all over, and then, hand iu
h;uid, walking up aud down in tho light.
No sorrow, no tears, no death. Oh,
heaven, beautiful heaven! Heaven
where our friends are; heaven where we
expect to be. In tho east they take a
cage of birds and bring it to tho tomb of
the dead, and then they open the door
of the ciige, and tho birds, flying out,
sing. And I would today bring a cage
of Christian consolations to the grave
of your loved ones, and I would open
the door and let them fill all tho air
with the music of their voices.
From Earth to Heaven.
Oh, how they bound iu, these spirits
before the throne! Some shout with
gladness. Some break forth into uncon
trollable weeping for joy. Some stand
speechless in their shock of delight
They sing. They quiver with excessive
gladness. They gaze on tho temples, on
the palaces, on tho waters, on each
other. They weave their joy into gar
lands, they spring it into triumphal
arches, they strike outin hrols, and then
all tho loved ones gather in a great cir
cle around tho throne of God—fathers,
mothers, brothers, sisters, sons and
daughters, lovers and friends, hand to
hand around about the throne, the circle,
hand to hand, joy to joy, jubilee to ju
bilee, victory to victory, “until theday-
1 break and the shadows floe away. Turn,
; my beloved, aud be like a roe or a young
hart upon the mountains of Bother.” •
Oh, how different it is on earth from
, tho way it is in heaven when a Chris
tian dies! We say, “Close his eyes.” In
heaven they say, ‘ ‘Give him a palm. M
On earth wo say, “L-t him down in
the ground. ” • In heaven they say,
“Hoist him on a throne.” On earth it
is, “Farewell, farewell.” In heaven it
is, “Welcome, welcome.” And sol see
a Christian soul coming down to the
river of death, and lie steps into the
river, and the water comes up to tho
ankle. Ho says, “Lord Jesus, is this
death?” “No,” says Christ, “this is
not death.” And he wades still deeper
down into tho waters until tho flood
comes to tho knee, and he says, “Lord
Jesus, tell me, tell me, is this death?”
And Christ says, “No, no, this is not
death.” And ho wades still farther
down until the wave comes to tho gir
dle, and the soul says, “Lord Jesus, is
this death?” “No,” says Christ, “this
is not. ” And deeper in wades tho soul
till tho billow strikes the lip, and tho
departing one cries, “Lord Jesus, is
this death?” “No,” says Christ, “this
is not.” But when Christ had lifted
this soul on a throne of glory and all
the pomp and joy of heaven camo surg
ing to its feet then Christ said, “This,
O transported soul, this is death 1”
ISLAND PYGMIES.
A Familiar Talk About Some Very Little
Animals.
It is curious that almost all of tho
animal pygmies, whether of the present
age or of the past, seem to come from
islands, usually tho islands of the south
ern sens, although tho Shetland and tho
Orkney isles, where tho dwarf ponies
scramble over tho rugged rocks, aro ex
ceptions.
In tho island of Ceylon, with its
giant spiders, with their nets spun with
yellow silk twisted as thick as a rope in
comparison with onr filmy, gossamer
threads, and giant butterflies with emer
ald wings, are also wonderful pygmy
creatures. There are little bulls, the
Brahman, or sacred oxen, not more than
80 inches in height at their largest
growth, and generally only 22. They
are very pretty, with their silky hides
and their legs like those of tho deer,
though they have deep dewlaps and
humped nocks, liko tho zebu breed.
These balls are swift, keeping up a
long, swinging trot or run, and they go
for groat distances without food or wa
ter, if necessary. Reins are fastened to
a ring iu the curtilage of the nose, aud
most of the freight of the island is car
ried by thefco little errnturea in their
small two wheeled carts.
Another pretty pygmy found in tho
Ceylon forests is the graceful musk deer,
not more than 10 inches iu height aud
12 or 14 inches in length. It is exqui
sitely formed, liko tho antelope, and is
gray, dappled with white spots. In the
Sunday islands is another species of
deer, not much larger than a cat.
The pygmy marmoset does not como
from an island, but from Brazil, whoso
great river, however, gives its bordering
forests many of tho conditions of island
life. These dwarf monkeys are only
4 inches tall when standing up, and
Mrs. Olive Thorne Miller tells of two
that conld wrestle aud tumble in a la
dy’s open palm, sit on tho edge of a tea
cup, hido in all kinds of small places
and perch together on a lead pencil.
They aro full of fun aud mischief and
are incessantly scolding, chattering and
leaping from ono tall object to another.
Their color is a pretty gray, and they
havo very long tails, ringed with black
aud gray, also funny little dark tufts
of hair, like whiskers, on each side of
tho face.
One of the oddest dwarfs is a dwarf
elephant. Several aro in this coun
try. They are wonderfully sagacious
and quick of intelligence. In the island
of Malta the fossil remains are found of
a race of pygmy elephants no bigger
than a sheep, and the babies of this spe
cies might no doubt have been easily
hold on the palm of a man’s hand. An
other fossil pygmy is that of a horse,
said to bo no larger than a fox.
We rarely hoar of ocean pygmies, but
a pygmy whale, perfectly formed, with
all the characteristics of its immense
kindred, tho sperm whales, tho largest
living animals known, has recently
been discovered. Tho largo whale is 80
feet in length, while the pygmy one is
only 8.
The human pygmies—at least, the
pygmy races, such as tho little folk of
the banana forests iu Africa and the
undersized Rock Veddalis of Ceylon—
aro not ut all intelligent aud seem liko
children arrested iu their earliest stages,
but individual dwarfs have been very
quick wilted and of a fiery spirit, liko
tho valiant little Geoffrey Hudson, who
was knighted by King Charles.—Ella
P. Mosby in Philadelphia Timea
Tho “LauipUt."
An “assistant lumpist” is about to be
chosen for Iho postolflco building. As
indicated by Ills title, he will assist the
"lampist. ” Tho only important part of
tho proceeding is that tho department,
presumably through the persoual efforts
of Postmaster Hosing, is trying to force
a new' word into the language. It has
taken the ordinary word “lamp,” wan
tonly added ”ist” to it and called the
result a person “w'ho doesn’t know
enough to be an electrician, but who is
too well posted to bo designated a lamp
trimmer.” Tho work of the “lumpist”
is to care for the kunps, or as many os
convenient.—Chicago Tribune.
An Error Corrected.
Thoro Is not » hospital in tho United Btatea
or anywl ero else which was not built by peo
ple who believe in tho deity of tho Joraa
Christ.—Interior.
Not quite right, brother, not quite.
Mouut Sinai hospital, in this city, is a
very good hospital. If you over get in
jured iu this city, you could go to a
worse place than Mouut Sinai hospital.
Then Rabbi Got!boil would call upon
you, aud wouldn’t he have you some
what ut u disudvuutage?~a£hristittu
Work.
The Doleful One.
Ho who thinks to entertain the work
with tales about his hard lurk has queer
ideas of what constitutes amusement.—
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SOUTHERN RAILWAY.
riEDaioxr Ain line.
Condensed Schedule of Passenger Train*
In Effoot Nov. 15, 1800
Northbound.
Lv.
Atlanta, O. T.
Atlanta, B. T.
Noroross
Buford
Gainesville...
Lula
S irnelta.
t. Airy
Tocooa
’eatmlnster
leea
itral
ivtlle...
lanburg.
leys
ilaoksburg..
*’ ig’sMt ...
itonla
Chariot to
Danville
Ar. Richmond..
Ar.Waohlnftc
Baltm’oP
on.
RR.
ilphla.
ew York .
Ves.
No. 88
Dally.
Kst.M*
No. 30
Dally.
No. 13
Dally
No.lt
Ex.
Sun.
12 00 in
11 50 p
7 60 a
1 00 p
12 £0 a
8 50 a
5 35 p
1 26 a
0 31 a
6 28 p
10 03 »
7 08p
2 29 p
2 25 u
10 35 a
l lK p
2 48 p
2 47 a
11 00 a
8 08p
1122 a
8 86p
11 28 a
8 85 p
8 43 ft
1154 a
• •ess Fg
12:i0 p
• • s e • e •
4 i8 p
4 27 a
12 48 p
•••esse
4 45 p
4 55 n
l»lp
• • s • s e e
5 au p
5 40 a
2 81 p
• s s s • e s
0 18 p
0 42 a
8 47 p
7 22 a
4 23 p
• • e s • • s
7 OS p
7 40 ft
4 47 p
•••••»•
8 05 a
6 13 p
8 27 a
5 35 p
• • e s ee e
6 20 p
9 10 it
6 20 p
12 00 u
1 30 p
1125 p
• • • e e • •
5 00 a
5 40 p
6 00 a
•••#••e
8 42 a
0 40 p
8 00 n
11 26 p
• • • # s • •
10 15 a
8 00 a
« , . r . . .
.
12 43 m
0 20 a
Southbound.
Lr.N. Y..P.R.R
" Philadelphia.
" Baltimore....
" Washington.
Lv. Richmond ..
Lv.
“ Cli
“ Ga
Danville
harlot to
aHtonla
King's Idt....
Blacksburg ..
Gaffneys
Bjxvrtimburg.
Greenville....
Centrnl
Seneca
Westminster
Tocooa
Mt. Airy
Cornelia
Luja
E esvtlle...
rd
iroes.....
. Atlanta, BL T.
. Atlanta, q T.
Ves.
No. 37
Dally.
4 80 p
11 65 p
0 2U p
10 43
pi
200 a
Fat, All
No. 35
DaUr.
12 15 n
8 50 a
22 a
16 a
No.ll
Dally
12 65 p 2 00 a
a 6 20 p
ailO 15 p
10 60 p
i6'46' t\
li'tt n
12 23 p
1 13 p
1 35 p
a ia"p
8 13
8 81
8 55
11 32
11 47
12 25
1 20
2 05
2 25
0 l4'
400
4 35
6 10
5 10
No.17
E*.
Sun.
085
0 5/
720
748
827
990
890
**A” a. at. •*F" p. m. "M” noon. “N” night.
Vos. 91 and M—Dally. Washington and Kouth-
vrestera Vestibule Limited. Through Pullman
sleeping oars between Now York nud New Or
leans, via Washington, Atlanta and Montgom-
88—Daily. V
tibule Llmlti
1 between Nc
. — ,, aphington, Awnmi* **»i*. 1 ^
eryjSod also between New York and Memphis,
▼laWashington, Atlanta and Birmingham. Pull
man sleeping can between New York and New
tearing Jen
KXV
runs sc
Sft'
man sleeping 1
Orleans, m connection with the "Sunset Lim
ited" trains for Ban PranMsoo, scmt-weekly,
tearing Jersey Oltv Tuesdays and Saturdays:
leave New Orleans Wednesdays ana
This train also carries Richmond-
Augveta sleeping cars between Danville and
Charlotte. First class thoroughfare coaches
betwese Washington and Atlanta. Dlnlngcars
■errs all meals en route.
Noa. 86 and »-Unlted States Fast .
solid between Washington and Naw t
via Southern Rsilwav, A. A W. P. tt. R*
a* A N. R. R . being eonino-xvl of beggagjn!
car and ooaohee. through without change for
irs of all niaoses. Pullman palni.-e
lorn sleeping cars between Wash-
ana Ga'veston, Tot , via Atlanta. New
jand So iihsrn Panlflo Railway; Pullman
swing room sleeping cant between Jersey
.ty and Atlanta. Leaving Washington each
ktorday, a ourtst sleeping car will run
trough between Washington and Kan Fran-
“ \nngo.
-Pullman sleeping cars between
Wahmond and Janvllle.
The Air Line iiollo train, Noe. 17 end 18, be
tween Atlanta and Ooruolia. Ga., dally eioepl
WStaHN.
Gen'l »upt.,
Washington, D. 11
IK.
swing
W. A. TUB!
OwTPms.
J. M. CULP.
Traffic M'g'r.,
Washington, D. (X
8 H. HARDWICK.
Ag’L, Ain't Ueu'l Pass Ag'ty