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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., FEBRUARY 11, 1897. HIS PRAISE OF HOME. AN ELOQUENT AND TOUCHING SER MON CY REV. DR. TALMAGE. lit Taken “Harbor of llojno” Far Illn Sub ject nml Fays a Fine Tribute to the l>o- mestic Ilcnrth and Itn Innucnce. Wasuihoton, Ft*b. 7.—This semiou rf Dr. Tuluia^c will pot many memories ringing with tho good old times. Hia subject was “Harbor of Home” and tho text Mark v, 19. ‘‘Go homo to thy friends aud tell them how groat things the Lord hath done for theo. ” There are a great many people long ing for some grand sphere in which to serve God. They admire Luther at the diet of Worms and only wish that they had seme such great opportunity in which to display their Christian prow ess. They admire Paul making Felix tremble, and they only wish that they had some such grand occasion in which to preach righteousness, temperance and judgment to come. All they want is an opportunity to exhibit their Christian heroism. Now the apostle conies to us, and ho practically says, ‘‘I will show you a place where you can exhibit all that is grand and beautiful and glorious in Christian character, and that is the domestic circle. ” If one is not faithful in an insignifi cant sphere, he will not be faithful in a resounding sphere. If Peter will net help the cripple at tho gate of the tem ple, he will never be able to preach 8,000 souls into the kingdom at tho Pentecost. If Paul will not take pains to instruct in tho way of salvation tho sheriff of the Philippian dungeon, he will never make Felix tremble. He who is not faithful in a skirmish would not be faithful in an Armageddon. The fact is, we are all placed in just the po sition in which, we can most grandly serve Cod, and we ought not to be chiefly thoughtful about some sphere of Usefulness which wo may after awhile gain, but tho all absorbing question with you and with me ought to be, ‘‘Lord, what wilt thou have mo (now aud here) to do?” The Word “Homo." There is one word in my text around which the most of our thoughts will to day revolve. That word is home. Ask ten different men the meaning of that word, nml they will give you ten differ ent definitions. To one it means love at the hearth, it means plenty at the table, industry at the workstaud, intelligence at the books, devotion at the altar. To him it means a greeting at the door and a smile at tho chair. Peace hovering like wings. .Toy clapping its hands with laughter. Life a tranquil lake. Pillowed on the ripples sleep tho shadows. Ask another man what home is, and he will tell you it is want, looking out of a cheerless fire grate and kneading hunger in an empty bread tray. The damp air shivering with curses. No Bi ble on tho shelf. Children, robbers and murderers in embryo. Vile songs their lullaby. Every face a picture .if min. Want in the background and sin staring from the front. No Sabbath wave roll ing over that doorsill. Vestibule of the pit. Shadow of infernal walls. Furnace for forging everlasting chains. Fagots for an unending funeral pile. Awful word.I It is spelled with curses; it weeps with ruin; it chokes with v ec; it sweats with the death agony of detpair. The word ‘‘home” in the one ease r n “aus everything bright. Tho word “home” in the other ease means every thing terrific. I shall speak to you of heme as a tost of character, home as a n fngo, homo as a political safeguard, home as a school nml home as a type of heaven. And in tiic first place I remark that home is a powerful test cf character. The disposition in public may Lc in gey costume while in private it is in disha bille. As play actors may appear in one way on tho stage and may appear in am.ther way behind the scenes, re pri vate character may be very different from public character. Private charac ter is often public character turned wrong sido out. A man may receive you into his parh r as though he w< re u dis tillation cf smiles, and yet his hoait may lc a swamp of nettles. There are business men who all day long are mild ami courteous aud geniiil and good na- tnml in commercial life, keeping back their irritability and their petulance and their discontent, but at nightfall the dam breaks, and scolding pours forth in floods aud freshets. f5»>nd Clicer at Home. Deputation is only tho shadow of character, and avtry small house some times will east a very long shadow. The lip; 5 , may seem to du.p myrrh and ca«siii aud the disposition to be as bright and warm ns a sheaf of euu- liiins, and yet tkty may only be a magnificent show window ton wretched strek cf goods. There is many a man who is affable in public life and amid commercial spheres, who, in a cowardly way, takes his auger and his petulance homo and drops them in the domestic circle. The reason men do not display their bad temper in public is because they do not want to be knocked down. There are men who hide their petulance and their irritability just far thesamorea- ion that they do not let th< ir notes go to protest; it does not pay. Or for the same reason that they do not want a man in their stock company to sell his stock at less than the right price, lest it depreciate the value. Ae at suuset the wind rises, so after a sunshiny day there may bo a tempestuous night. There are people who in public act the philanthropist who at home act the ro with respect to their slippers and . tin ir gown. Audubon, the great emiithologist, with gun and pencil went through tho forests of America to bring down and to sketch the beautiful birds, and after years cf toil aud exposure completed his manuscript and i ut it in u trunk in 1 hiiadelpkia for u few days of recrea tion and refit and came back and fonnd that tho rats had utterly destroyed the manuscript, hut without any discompo sure and without any fret, rr bad temper ho again picked up his gun and pencil and visited again all the .'Teat forests of America, and reproduced his immor tal woi And yc t there are people with tho tcn-tb<>u ,, andth part of that loss whe are utterly irreconcilable; who, at the loss of a pencil or an article of raiment, will blow as long and sharp as a north- cast storm. Now, that man who is affable in pub lic and who is irritable in private is making a fraudulent overissue of stock, and he is as bad as a bank that might have 15400,000 or $f)00,000 of bills in circulation with no specie in the vault. Lot us learn ‘ ‘to show piety at home. ’ ’ It wo have it not there, we have it not any where. if we have not genuine grace in tho family oiicle, all cur outward and public plausibility merely springs from a fear of the world cr from the slimy, putrid pool of our own sclfishm ss. I tell you the home is a mighty tost of character. What yon are at home you are everywhere, whether you demon strate it or not. Again, I remark that home is a r r f- ugo. Life is the United States army on the national road to Mexico, a long march, with ever aud anon a skirmish and a battle. At eventide we pitch our tout and stack our arms; we hangup the war cap and lay our head on the knapsack; we sleep until the morning bugle calls us to inarching and action. How pleasant it is to rehearse the vic tories and the surprises and tho attacks of the day, seated by the still campfire of (lie home circle! Yea, life is a stormy sea. With shiv ered masts aud torn sails and hulk cloak, we put into the barber of lion: . Blessed harbor, there wo go for repairs in the drydcck cf quiet life. The cau dle in the window is to the toiling man the lighthouse guiding him into por f . Children go forth to meet their fathers as pilots at the Narrows take the Land of ships. The doorsill of the heme is the wharf where heavy life is in laden. A ItHiifm, a Saft-gnarri anil a Sctiool. Th< ro is the place where we may talk of what we have done without be ire; charged with self adulation. There is the place where we may lounge v. ithr at being thought ungraceful. There is tho place wlitre wo may express affection without being thought silly. Therein the place where we may forget our an noyances and exasperations and trou bles. Forlorn earth pilgrim, no heme? Then die. That is betttr. The grave is brighter and grander and more glorious than this world, with no tent from marchings, with no harls • from the storm, with no place to rest from this scone of greed nnd gouge and loss ai d gain. Ged pity the man er woman who has no home! Further, I remark that homo is a po litical safeguard. The safety of the slide must be built on tho safety of the hon e. The Christian hearthstone is the only cornerstone for a republic The virtues cultured in the family circle arc an ab solute ncce.-sity for the state. If then 1 be not enough moral principle to make the family adhere, there will not Lc* enough political principle to make the state adhere. “No heme” means the Goths aud Vandals, means the nomads of Asia, means the Nuiuidinns of Af rica, changing from place to place ac cording as (lie pasture happens to change. Confounded be all these Babels of iniquity which would overiower and destroy the home! The same storm that upsets tho ship in which the fami ly sails will sink the frigate rf the cen- sUtntion. Jails and penitentiaries ai d armies and navies are not our best de fense. The door of the home is the best fortress. Household utensils are the l est artillery, and the chimneys cf cur dwelling housoR arc the grandest monu ments of safety and triumph. No koine, no republic. Further, I remark that home is a school. Old ground must he turned up with subsoil plow, and it must be liar- rowed and reharrowed, and all the in fluences thrown over their heart and life will come up in after life luxuriant ly. Every time yon have given a smile of approbation all the good cheer cf your life will come up again in the geniality of your children. And every ebullition of anger and every uncontrol lable display c-f indignation will Lc fuel to their disposition 20 or 30 or 40 years from now—furl for a bad lire a quarter cf a century from this. You praise the intelligence of your child too mnth 'sometimes when you think be is not aware of it, and you will see the result of it before 10 years of age in ais an noying affectations. Yon pru o his beauty, supposing he is not large enough to understand what you say, and you will find him standing on a high (hair before a flattering mirror. Words and deeds and example are the seed of c her ne toi, and children are very apt to he the second edition of their parents. Abraham begat Isaac, so virtue is apt to go down in the ancestral line, but Herod begat Archelaus, so iniquity is trans mitted. What vast responsibility comer upon parents in view of this subject! Oh, make your home tho brightest place on earth if you would charm your children to the high path of virtue and rectitude and religion! Do rot al ways turn the Minds the wrong way. Let the light which puts gold en the gentian and spots .‘.he pansy pour into your dwellings. Do not expect the little feet to keep step to a dead march. Do not cover up your walls with such pic- tmes as West’s "Death on a Fale Horse,” or Tintoretto’s “Massacre of the Innocents.” Bather (over them, if you have pictures, with “Tho Hawking Party,” and “The Mill by the Mountain Stream,” and “Ihe Children Amid Fle.was,” and “The Harvest f-eene.” md “The Saturday Night Marketing.” Home Dtitlr*. Ge t yen no hint e f chocrfulucfis from gras-hoi per’s leap and lamb’s frisk and quail’s whistle and pamrlc us streamle t, which, fiem the rock at the mountain top clear down to the meade.w ferns un der the shadow ef the steep, eomes Ice k- ing f(T the steopi f t place to leap eff ut and talking just to hear itself talk? If all the skies hurtled with tempest, aud everlasting storm wandered over the 'T/C v, and every mOuntahi stream went raving mad, frothing at the month with nac! foam, end there were nothing but f.inrooms blowing among the hills, and there worn neither lark’s carol nor humming bird’s trill nor waterfall’s dash, but only beer’;: bark and panthe r’s scream and wolf’s howl, then you might well gather into your homes only the sharkBut when God hasstrown the earth and the- heavens with beauty and v. nh gladness let us take: into our he-iucchvks all innocent hilarity, all brightness and all good cheer. A dark home makes bad boys and bad girls, in preparation for bud men and bad women. Above ail, my friends, take: into your h'T.ies Christian principle. Can it be that in any < f the comfortable homes of my congregation the voice of prayer is never lifted? What! No supplication at night fe r protection? What! No thanks giving in the morning for care? How, my brothe r, my sister, will you answer God in the day of judgment with refer ence to your children? It is a plain eptestion, and therefore I ask it. In the t. nth chapter of Jeremiah God says he will pi ur out his fury upon the families t hat call not upon his name. Oh,parents, w hen you are dead and gone and the ni(-:s is covering the inscription of the tombstone, will your children look back and think of father and mother at fami ly prfiver? Will they take the old fami ly Bible and open it and see the mark of tears of contrition and b ars of con- so'iug promise, wept by eyes long be fore gone out into darkness? Oh, if you do not inculcate Christian principle in the hearts of your children, and you do not warn them against evil, and you do not invite them to holiness and to God, and they wander off into dissipation and into infidelity, and at last make shipwreck of their immortal souls, cu their deathbed and in the day of judgment they will curse you! Seat ed by the register or the stove, what if oa the wall should come out the history of your children? What a history—tho mortal and immortal life of your loved ones! Every parent is writing the his tory of his child. He is writing it, com posing it into a r.oug or tuning ir into a groan. My mind runs back to ono of the best of early homes. Prayer, like a roof ever it. Peace, like an atmosphere in it. Parents, personifications of faith in trial and comfort in darkness. The two pillars of that earthly homo long ago crumbled to dust. But shall I ever for get that earthly home? Yes, when tho llovrer forgets the sun that warms it. Yes, w hen the mariner forgets the star that guided him. Yes, when love has gene out on the heart’s altar aud memo ry has emptied its urn into forgelful- ;:(ss. Tin u, home of my childhood, I will forget the a—the family altar of a lather’s importunity and a mother's f i.derness, the voices of affection, the funerals e>f our dead. Father 1 and moth- c, with interlocked arms, like inter twining! ranches of trees, making a per- p( tual arbor of love and peace and kind- m - i, thi n I will forget thee; then, and only then. You know, my brother, that 100 times you have been kept cut of sin by the memory of such u scene as I have been desi ribing. You have often had laging temptations, but yon know what 1 is held you with supernatural grasp. I tell you a man who has had such a get d home as that never gets over it, and a man who has had a bad early home never gets over that. A Type of Heaven. Again, I remark that home is a typo rf Mavon. To bring us to that house Christ left Ids home. Far up nnd far back in the history of heaven there came is pc lied when its most illustrious citi zen was about to absent himself. He was not going to sail from beach to i.aeh; we have often done that. He v ns not going to put out from one hem- i'-pken to another hemisphere; many of ns have done that. But he was to f- dl frr m world to world, the spaces un explored and immensities uutravelcd. Is o world hud ever hailed heaven, and heaven hud never hailed any other world. I think that the windows and the balconies were thronged and that the pearly Ix-arli was crowded with tia .; who had come to s<e him sail out of tho harbor of light into tho oceans beyond. Gist and out and out, and < n and cu and on, and down and down and down ho sped until one night, with oiiiy one to greet him, he arrived. His disembarkation ro unpretending, so quiet that it was not known on earth until the excitement in the cloud gave intimation that something grand and glorious had happened. Who comes there? From what port did he sail? Why wan this the place of his destina tion? I question tho shepherds. I ques tion the camel drivers. I question the ang' Is. I have found out. He wa.s an exile. But the world has had plenty cf exi3( s. Abraham, an exile from Ur of the Chaldees; John, an exile from Ephe sus; Ko.ciusko, an exile from Poland; MasMni, an exile from Rome; Emmet, an (xilo from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an txil-.: from France; Kossuth, an exile from Hungary. But this one of whom I il ( ak today had such resounding fare- w(’i and came into such chilling k cep- tan—for not even a hostler went out v ith hh; lantern to help him in—that he is more to be celebrated than any otln r expatriated one of earth or heaven. It is 93,000,000 miles firm hero to the sun, and all astronomers agree in saying that our solar system is only one e l tho small wheels of the great ma- chinciyof the universe, turning round S( me great center so far distant it is be- yeud all imagination and calculation, and if, as n me think, that great center in the distance is heaven, Ch.ist came far firm home when he came here. Have you ever thought of the hninesiek- m ss of ( hrist? Some of yon know what honu sickness is when you have been only a few weeks absent from the do- meslic circle. Christ was 38 years away from home. Some of yt u feel homi sick ness v, h( u you are a hundred or a thou sand miles away ham the domestic circle. Christ was more millions of iniks away from l emo than yon could calculate if all your life you did nothing but calculate. Yon know what it is to bo homesick even amid pleasurable svjr- roundingp, but Christ sli pt in huts, and hew'us athirct, and ho w as a-hungcred, and ho waa on the way from being bora in one man’s barn to being buried in another man’s grave. I have read how the Sw iss, when they are far av- iy from their native country, at the sound of their national air get so homesick that they fall into melancholy, and rome- tinies they die under tho homesickness. But, oh, the homesickness of Christ! Poverty, homesick for celestial riches. Persecution, homesick for hosanna. Wea riness, homesick for rest. Homesick for angelic and archangclic companion ship. Homesick to go out of tho night and out of tho storm and tho world’s execration and all th*t homesickness suffered to get us home! The Heavenly Home. At our best estate wo are only pil grims and strangers here. “Heaven is our home.” Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that country there is not a single grave. How glad parents are in holiday time to gather their children home again! But I have noticed that almost always there is a son or a daughter absent— absent from home, perhaps absent from the country, perhaps absent from the world. Oh, how glad our heavenly Fa ther will he when he gets all his chil dren home with him in heaven! And how delightful it will be for brothers and sisters to meet after long separa tion ! Once they parted at the door of the tomb; now they meet at the door of immortality. Once tiny saw only “through a glass darkly;” now it is “face to face,” corruption, incorvup- tion; mortality, immortality. Whore are now all their sins and sorrows and troubles? Overwhelmed in the Bed sea of death while they passed through dry shed. Gates of pearl, capstones of amethyst, thrones of dominion do not stir my soul so much as the thought of home. Once there, let earthly sorrows howl like storms nnd rr41 like seas. Homo! Let thrones rot and empires wither. Home! Let the world die in an earthquake struggle and be buried amid procession of planets and dirge of spheres. Home! Let everlasting ages roll in irresistible sweep. Home! No sorrow, no crying. No tears, no death, but home, sweet home; home, beautiful home, everlast ing home, home with i aeh other, home with angels, home with God. The Dream. One night, lying on my lounge when very tin d, my children all around about me in full romp and hilarity and laugh ter, on tho lounge, half awake and half asleep, I dreamed this dream: I was in a far country. It was not Persia, although more than oriental luxuriance crowned the cities. It was net the tropics, al though more than tropical fruitfulness filled the gardens. It was not Italy, al though more than Italian softness filled the air. And I wandered around lock ing for thorns and nettles, but I found that none of them grew there, and I saw the sun rise, and I watched to see it set, but it sank not. And I saw the people in holiday attire, and I said, “When will they put off tins and put on workmen’s garb and again delve iu the mine or swelter at the forgo?” But they never put off the holiday attire. And I wandered in the suburb;? of the city to find the place where the dead sleep, and I lot ki d all along the line of the burntiful hills, the place where the dead might most blissfully Bleep, and I saw towers and castles, but not a mau soleum or a monument or a white slab could I see. And I went into the chapel of the great town, and I said, “Where do the poor worship, and where are the hard benches on which they sit?” And the answer was made me, “We have no poor in this country.” And then I wan dered oat to find the hovels of the desti tute, and I found mansions of amber and ivory and gold, but not a tear could I see, not a sigh could I hear, and I was bewildered, and I Rat down under the branches of a great tree, and I said: “Where am I? And whence comes all this scene?” And then out from among the leans and up the flowery paths and across the bright streams there came a beautiful group, thronging all about me, and as I saw them come I thought I knew their step, and ns they shouted I thought I knew their voices, but then they wire so gloriously arrayed in ap parel, sneli ns I had never before wit nessed, that I bowed ns stranger to stranger. But when again they clapped their hands nnd shouted, “Welcome, welcome!” the mystery all vanished, and I found that time had gone and eternity had come, and we were all to gether again in onr new home in heaven. And I looked around, and I said, “Are we all here?” and the voices of many generations responded, “All here!” And while tears of gladness were rain ing down our cheeks, and tho branches cf tho Lebanon cedars were clapping their hands, and the towers of the great city wore chiming their welcome, we all together began to leap and shout nnd sing, “Home, home, home!” Wire Fence* In England. English devotees of the hunt are meet ing with occasional disaster on account of the growing habit among fanners of inclosing their lauds with wire fences, FomcHiiKT, barbed, iu the place of rail fences. A few farmers are so obliging as to take down these wire fences in the winter; others tie red rags on the wire, so that the obstruction may be announc ed in time to the horsemen, but a few fanners who an 1 against the hunters on principle say that if nun are going to ride over (hi ir lands they can do so at their own risk and refuse to announce tlie presence of wire. Tho other day a six season mure, ns clever u hunting bor.-e as was in the district, was liter ally cut to rags, the strand i f barbed wire being run loosely through the top of a h«dge and lapping around hi r like a snake when slie was brought down. The mare was shot, nnd tho rider i scaped a bn k( u ncik only by a miracle. This huppi md iu me of tin 1 most fushiourbla hunting districts.—Loudon Letter. DARKNESS SEEMED FAMILIAR. fonna’ Woman Did Not Notice That th* Lij-ht Had Gone Out. They were on n tandem, and a straight, smooth road stretched away before them through the park for a mile or more. There was darkness all about— thick, impciK'lruble darkness—-which lay heavy among the trees and betrayed the fact that tho authorities had neg lected the (leetrio lights, counting on a moon that hud failed to keep her en gagements. But they did not mind the darkness. In tact, they rather sought out the inoro shadowy portions. For there is some thing about a tandem, if it steers easily, which softens the iron bound laws of custom. The riders arc so close together anyway. And if the one on tho rear seat- leans slightly forward aud tho one on tho front seat leans just a little back, there is no need to sigh for tho lx st of hammocks. The young man i a the rear seat had leaned slightly forward. Moreover, tho young woman on tho frdnt seat had loaned just a little back. And there was more on the young woman’s lips than microbes. Suddenly they were arrested by a shout—it is said that park policemen never arrest anyone in any other way— a deep, full bodied shout that boded ill. "Hi! You! Where's your lamp?" They stopped and dismounted. With a burly policeman in the road there was nothing else to da “Where’s your lamp?” tho officer de mand' d. They examined the front of the wheel togethi r. The lantern had gone out. ‘ Why,” caid the young woman, “why, I never noticed that it wasn’t lit. 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Patent Orncr:, WAFHir.r.roN. D. C. 5 >/VWVVW*/^ • * • ^ ^ SOUTHERN RAILWAY., riEDllOXr Allt LINE. Condensed Schedule of I'aniengor Trains. In Effect Mot. 15, 18D3. Northbound. Lv. tr. Atlanta, C. T. Atlanta, E.T. Noroross Buford Oalnosvillo... Luis.. CVirnnlin. Mt. Airy Tocooa. WcstinlnAter Seneca Central Greenville... Spartanburg. Gaffneys Blacksburg .. King's Mt ... Onstouia Chariot to. .. Danvillo ▲r. Richmond ... ▲r. Washington “ Raltm'nPRR. " Philadelphia. " Now York ... Te*. I'st.M 1 N». 19 No. 3H N*. 3<t; N “- ,a Kx. Daily. Dally. Dally Ben. 12 00 inlu W |> 7 60 u 4 31 p 1 do p ll :.o H 8 SO a 5 31 p 1 *6 » 9 31 a « 28 p 10 03 n 7 08 p 2 29 p 2 25 a! lo 3.1 a 7 43 p 2 48 p 2 47 nil ttfa 8 08p 11 22 a ft dip 11 28 a 8 3') p 3 43 a 1154 a 12 30 p 4 1ft p 4 27 a 12 48 p 4 45 p 4 66 a 130 p 5 30 p 6 4.1 a 2 81 p • <1 18 p 6 42 a 3 47 p . 7 22 a 4 28 p 7 03 p 7 40 n 4 47 p ••••••• ... 8 OS n 8 27 n 613 p • • • • • s • 6 31 p •*•#••• 8 20 p 9 10 n 0 20 p 12 00 n 1 30 p 11 25 p ■ — ■ —— — ■ — ■ ■ ii 6 00 a 0 40 p GOO a 6 42 a 9 40 p 8 00 a in !•- n 11 2f> p q (u\ o 12 43 m 0 20 a Southbound. Ves. No. 37 Dally. Fst.MI No. 35 Dallr. Lv. N. Y..P. R.R. “ Philadelphia. “ Baltimore.... “ Washington.. 4 30 p fl 11 p 9 20 p 10 43 p 12 15 n 8 10 a G 22 a 11 15 a Lv. Richmond ... 2 09 a 12 65 p Lv. Danvillo “ Charlotte ** Gastonia • King’s Mt. .. 5 50 a 9 36 a 0 20 p 10 11 p 10 50 p “ Blacksburg .. " Gaffneys ... 16 43 a 11 32 p 11 47 a 12 23 h 1 20 a 2 05 a 2 20 a 3 ii u 4 on n 4 ill a 0 iO a 5 10 a 1 “ Spartanburg. *• Greenville.... *• Cent ml It 37 c 13 23 p 1 IS p 1 31 p J ii "p 9 13 p 8 31 p 4 ii p 3 55 p " Seneca •' Worttmineter " Toocoa “ Mt. Airy " Cornelia “ Lula “ Gainesville... ■' Buford " Noroross Ar. Atlanta, E. T. At. Atlanta, C. T. Vo.U Dully No.17 Kx. Bun. • 2 00 a G 15 a 12 14' p ....... 1 1C p ....... 1 35 p 2 OG p 2 20 „ 3 1.1 p 4 20 p ...'.SB 5 21 p ....... 514 p ....... G 11 p 7 00 p 7 33 p 7 38 p 0 35 a 8 08 p 0 57 a 8 33 p 7 20 a 9 07 p 7 48 a 9 43 p 8 27 a 10 to p 980 a •j ;w p 830 a “A” a. ni. “P" p. m. "M" n.s>n. "N’ nighl Noe. 87 and OS—Daily. Washington nnd South western Vestibule Limited. Through Pullman sleeping cam between New York nnd New Or leans, via Washington, Atlamn ami Montgom ery, and also b' tween New York and Memphis, via Washington, At lanta and I'trnilngbnm. Pull- man sleeping cars between Now Yoik sud New Orleans, In connection with the 'Snuset Lim ited" trains for Ban Fmnc1«wo 1 sen.I-weekly, leaving Jersey C!tv Tuesday* and Saturdays: returning, lee vo New Orleans Wednesdays and Baturdays. This train aiao rnrit'^'Llehiuotid- Aufusta alaotnng enrs between bruvlllo and Charlotte. First class thoroughfare • ouches between Washington and Atlanta Dtulngcan serve all meals an route. Noe. 86 end #1—United Kmtm Fast Mail rtma eolld between Washington and Now Or leans, via Southern Railway, A. A W. |V R. Bk, and L. A N. It. R.. being compose.I of baggage car and ooaohea, tnrougn without change for passengers of sll classes. Pnllnintt nalsoe drawing room stoeiring car* between Wash- Isirton and Oa’vsiton, Ti-e , vis Allnnta, Now Orleans aud Bo then; FactfloRailway; Pullman drawing room sleeping cars betwoeu Jersey City and Atlanta. Is-nxing WsHldngton each Saturday, a ourlst slcuiilng cur will run through between Wuildnglon and Bait Fran- eiaeo without rhange. Noa. 11 and 12 -Pullman sleeping curs bet ween Richmond and )anvllle The Air Un« Nolle train, Nos. 17 and W, tie- tween Atlanta aud Corunna, fin., dully «*oepl Sunday. W. H GRK.CN, J. M CUU\ Gon’l Sup 1 .., Tretllr M g Waahlnf ton, D. (X Washington] UK. M 11. HARDWICK 1 Puss Ag t . Ass lUen l Pass-, [ton, D. O. Ailaut UK