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. I—I must have imagined that wo
were in tho parlor at home.”—Chicago
Tribune.
Faal RevcrVa Toa»cr.
• It is saddening for the patriotic tonr-
iRt after he lias gazed with reverence at
the towers of old Christ church to be
told that ho is not Booing tho original
windows from whicli Paul Revere hung
out his lanterns, but a copy, the real
tower having been blown down in the
great gale of 1S04. However, there are
plenty of genuine relies inside—where
the vast majority of Boston never goes.
There are still the old deep window
seats, tho balcony surrounding the
church, with its supporting pillars and
upper arches; the top “slaves’ gallery,”
and tho antique pews. Tho bottom of
tho ancient pulpit of hourglass shape is
left us, but the top was given away by
the church officials in 1820. The clock
under the rail has fold of tho flight of
the man with the scythe for 150 years;
tho “Vinegar Bible,’’ prayer bocks, and
silver communion service bearing the
royal arms were gifts from King George
II in 1783; tho huge christening basin
came from a parishioner iu 1730. The
marble bust of Washington against the
wall was the earliest memorial erected
to tho Father cf His Country, having
been placed in position but ten years
after Lis death.—Boston Traveller.
THE ONLY True Blood Purifier
h prominently in the public eye to
day is Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Therefore
get Hood’s and QMLY HOOD’S
W. D. ARCHER,
'I'OlSsrtOHLIAL, JYltTIS'T.
Hair cutting, in tho latest styles
Shu.-ing and Shampooing at reason,
able prices.
^iyshop next to J. D. Goude-
loek’s store.
If You Wish"®
to hold you store It In my
warehouse. No danger from dam-
• i • 1 -! CM'ly for ln.irl-.ct ,-il any
tiring (Mi trues are reasonable.
When you have cotton for sale
call ut my ollicc. rear of \V. (). Lip
scomb & Kros\ Ilitflicst prices paid.
R. S. LIPSCOMB,
Fin Insurance AM
Wien You Pay $100 for a Typewriter.
THIfi
BLICKENSDERFER
TYPEWRITER
Wetjjlis but Six FouikIh and costa but gLYOO,
I Uipile it Inv I be Work of liny of I he Standard
Sioo Machines on the market. Practical ar-
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iillXiimciit. adjustable line spacer, weigh
six pounds. Interebaiiifeable ty|M<. OulySj
purls as compared to UWO to JWW In the aver
age m ichlnc.
ilf Send for s impleof work. Testimonials
ami catalogue free.
K. H. TURNER,
UCNERAL SOUThliRN AGENT,
No. 41 N. Ilroad St., Dully Record llulldlng
ATLANTA. <JA. UALTIMOKE, MD.
No. UI4 E. Main Ht.
WA8IUNOTON, D. 0. UICUMOND, VA.
GANGER GUREI
-AND A-
LSFS SAVED
By tho Persistent Uso of
%8f’s Sarsaparilla
“ I was troubled for ydfirs with ft
sore on my knee, which several
physicians, who treated me, called a
cancer, assuring mu that nothing
could be done to save my life. As
a last resort, I was induced to try
Ayer’s Sarsaparilla, and, alter tak
ing a number of bottles, the soro
? • Hr rli*
began to disappear and my general
health improve. I persisted in this
treatment, until the sore was en
tirely healed. Since then. I use
Ayer’s Sarsaparilla occasionally i s
a tonic and blood-purifier, and, in
deed, it seems as though I could not
keep house without it.’’-Mrs. S. A.
Fields, Bloomfield, la.
TheOnly World’s Fair Sarsaparilla.
Ayer’s Pills Regulate the Liver.
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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
â–²r. Richmond ...
â–²r. 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
■ — ■
——
— ■ —
â–  â–  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...
â– ' 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
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