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THE WEEKLY LEDGER': GAFFNEY, S. C., APRIL 30, 1890. 3 THECHl I'tni GARDEN r E v. n« 6*r Cl '- rl ami He 5 inat May D • r .jj WoruJ. ACL DESCRIDES ITS BEAUTIES. '(:••• I», ire I’Innteil It 1' I !oxrcr» and Fruit 1 In It—Hortatory Closlr-. in w - ,sbi i : S': n „ : cintbs aa<* -• ^ the simile <■ Ycrj'fi^' v '' tvige’s te* f v ‘ v J diultbelik' aw.r il 2'1.—As tiro parks rDIih ia with hya- ;;! r.ro D' inx marlo : in (his subject is , nietical. Dr. Tal- ; :h Iviii, 11, “Thou 1 garden.” Wo have ami lyric aim f v ‘« namth e!1 The Bil)l r is a grt at poem. In it faulil' ss rl-.v'hm and bold imagery And stnrtli'i« antithesis and rapturous I'a.-t \al and instructive •dd' . ' nal psalm, thoughts erprcsswl in siyli m ro solemn than that ci v'ho’tg iticry, more bold than that of i f ni re terrible than that of Dante, r >: natural than that of Wordsw ' ^ 1 ' ia t • impassioned than thatef i' d' cl., more tender than that of CcffT r > Ui " r, ‘ weird than that of Spensef’ This gn at p " :n brings all the gems of fhc earth into its coronet, and it weaves he flam a t f judgment into its jjarlaud 1 , ::’. l pours eternal harmonies ju its rh.v.hiu. Kvorything this book toochis it m ir beautiful, from tho pjjia Rtm :■ i .' ()•'■ summer thrashing locrt t the < ngltti rs of Nahor filling (jietr ugh f r i!;r camels, from the fish |Ools of II. sin,on up to tho psalmist prakji'egtii.d with, the diapason of storm vfi.irlw 11, and Job’s imagery of ■^fhon, Arctum ; and the Pleiades. T!in Oiurcli. Jfy text li ads us in* > a scene of sum* ftr redolcn.co. Tlio world has had a pit many 1 < aitiful gardens. Charle- B^ue add. d to tho gloiy of his reign |fd "eraing that tiny bo established ill through (he realm, deciding even I |i n:. . f 1 iie flowers to be planted Ire. 1! ury IV at Montpellier estab- fchod gardens ..f bewitching beauty ©1 Innuriauce, gathering into them [: Spine, J’yr. uec.n and French plants. Cho of the f.Y.vetest, spots on eartli was tie garden of t ie nstone, the poet. His writings have made but little impros- lion on the world, but bis garden, “Tho I/'fi sowers, ” will b<! immortal. To tho latural advantage' of that place was Brought the ]; rf- cti-n if art. Arbor and lerrac*' and si ■; » suh! rustic temple and [reservoir and urn and fountain hero had ’(heir cr wning. Dak and yew and hazel put f rth tin ir ri.'hest foliage. There ms no life r re diligent, no soul more ingenious, th :i that of Shenstono, and ali that dili;t uco and genius he brought to tho adorn::.i nt of that omo treasured gpot. He gave £300 for it. He sold il for £17,000. And yet I am to tell yon today of a richer garden than any I liavo mentioned. It is (he garden spoken of in my text, tho garden of the church, which belongs to Christ. II.' bought it, ke planted it, he owns it, and ho shall Karo it. Walter Scott, in his outlay at Abbotsford, rained his fortune, and now, in tho crimson flow, rs of those gardens, you can almost think or im- agino that you see the blood < f that old man’s broken heart. The payment of tho last £1U0,000 .sacrificed him. But I liavo to tell you that Christ’s life and Christ’s death were the outlay < f this beautiful gar.V n of the church of which my text speaks. Oh, how many sighs and tears and pangs and agonies! Tell me, yc women who saw him hang! Tell me, yo executioners who lifted him and let him down! Tell me, thou sun that didst hide. Yo rocks (hat fell! Christ ’oved tho church and gave himself for If the garden of the church belongs u 'Mt, certainly ho has a right to ©uIKUi it. Cwuie, then, O blessed Jesus, today, walk up and down these aisles . §nd pluck what thou wilt of sweetness .for thyself. The church in my text is appropriate ly compared to a garden because it is tho place < f choice flowers, of select fruits and < f thorough irrigation. That would bo a strango garden in which there wi re no flowers. If nowhere else, they would lie along the bi rders or at tho gateway. The homeliest taste will rpefiit fli’:-, if it bo only tho old fashioned hollyhock or dahlia or daffo dil, but if thero bo larger means then you will find the Mexican cactus, and blazing azalea, and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden, and ho plants there someof the brightest spirits that over fl iwcred upon the world. 8omoof thou are violets, inconspicuous, but sweet ns le aven. You have to search and find them. You do not see them very often perhaps, but you find where they liavo been by tho brightened face of tho invalid, and tins sprig of geranium on tho stand, and tho new window cur tains keeping out tho glare of tho sun light. They aro perhaps more like tho ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid tho thorns and briers of life, giving kiss for sting, and many a man who lias had In his way s <me great bhick rook <.f trouble has found that they have cover ed it all over with flowery jasmine, run ning in and out amid the crevices. These flowers in Christ’s garden arc not, like the sunflower, gaudy in tho light, but wherever darkness hovers over a soul that needs to lio comforted there they stand, night blooming cerenscs. Thurnr lUniitn. But in Christ's garden there arc plants that may bo hotter compared to the Mexican cactus—thorns without, loveli ness within, men with sharp points of character. They wound almost every one that touches them. They are hard to handle. Men pronounce them nothing but thorns, but Christ loves them not withstanding ali their shaqmisses. Many a man has had a very hard ground toonltivato, and it has only been through Ht-vere trial lie has raised i veu the small est crop of grace. A very harsh minister was talking to u very placid elder, and the placid cider said to the harsh min ister, "D etor, I do wish you would Control your temiwr.” “Ah,” said the minister to tho elder, ”1 control more tempi r in flvo minutes thou you do in flvo yews. ” It is harder for some men to do right than for other men to do right. The grace that would elevate you to the sev enth heaven might not keep your broth er from knocking a man down. I had a friend who came to mo and said, “I dare not join tho church.” I said, ‘'Why? ’ “Oh, ” ho said, “I have such a violent temper. Yesterday morning I was crossing very “arly at the Jersey City ferry, and I saw a milkman pour a largo quantity of water into tho milk can, and 1 said to him, ‘I think that will do,’ and he insulted me, and I knocked him down. Do you think I I ought to join tho church?” Neverthe less that very same man, who was so harsh in his behavior, loved Christ and could not speak of sacred things without tears of emotion and afrection. Thoms without, s •’otness within — tho best specimen ol the Mexican cactus I ever saw. There arc others planted in Christ’s garden who are Uj ays radiant, always impressive, more h .c tho roses of deep lino that wo cocas "ally find, called 4 ‘Giants cf Battle, ’ ’ t, .o Martin Luthers, St. Pauls, Chrysostoms, Wyclifs, Lati- morsand Samuel Rutherfords. What in other men is a spark in them is a con flagration. When they sweat, they sweat great drops of bloixl. When they pray, their prayers take fi e. When they preach, it is a Pentecost When they fight, it is a Thermopy la?. When they die, it is a martyrdom. You flndagreat many roses in the gardens, but only a few “Giants of Battle.” Men say, “Why don’t you have more of them in the church?” I say, “Why don’t you have in the world more Humboldts and Wellingtons?” God give.i to some ten talents; to another, one. In this garden of the church which Christ has planted I also find the snow drops, beautiful, but cold looking, seem ingly another phase of winter. I mean those Christians who are precise in their tastes, unimpassioned, pui as snow drops and as cold. They never shed any tears; they never get excited; they never say anything rashly; they never do any- th’ng precipitately. Their pulses never flutter; their nerves never twitch; their indignation never boils over. They live longer than most people, but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to C above the staff. In their music of life they have no staccato passages. Christ planted them in tho church, and they must bo of some service or they would not bo there—snowdrops, always snow drops. But I have not told you of the most beautiful flower of all this garden spoken cf in the text. If you see a century plant, your emotions are startled. You say, “Why, this flower has been 100 yeiu's gathering up for ono bloom, and it will be 100 years more before other petals will come out. ” But I have to tell you of a plant that was gathering up from all eternity, and that 1,000 years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is the passion plant of the cross! Prophets foretold it, Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it In tho bud, the rocks shook at its bursting, and the dead got up in their winding sheets to sec its full bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood at tho roots, blotd on the branches, blood on all tho lean*. Its perfume I* to fill all tho nations. Its breath is heaven. Come, O winds from tho north, and winds from the south, and winds from the east, and winds from the wi st, and bear to all tho earth the sweet smelling savor of Christ, my Lord! them at tlio communion table. There are women hero today of u higher typo of character than Mary of Bethany. They not only sit at the feet of Christ, but they go out into tho kitelu n to help Martha in he r work that she may sit there too. There is a woman who has a drunkard husband who has i xiiibited mere faith and patience and courage than Ridley in tho fire. Ho was con sumed in 20 minutes. Hers has been a 20 years’ martyrdom. Yonder is a man who has been lij years on his back, un able to feed himse'f, yet calm and peaceful .as though lie lay < n cue cf the green banks of heaven, watching the oarsmen dip their p.addlo in the crystal river 1 Why, it seems tome this moment us if St. Paul threw to use. pomologist’s catalogue of the fruits growing in this groat garde* cf Christ—love, joy, peace, patience, charity, brotherly kindness, gentleness, mercy, glorious fruit, enough to fill all the baskets of earth and heav en. Well Irriffatert. Again, the church iu my text is ap propriately called a garden because it is thoroughly irrigated. No garde a could prosper long without plenty of water. I have seen a garden in the midst of a desert, yet blooming and luxuriant. All around us were dearth and barrenness, but there were pipes, aqueducts, reach ing from this garden up to the moun tains, and through those aqueducts tho water came streaming down and tossing up into beautiful fountains, until every root and leaf and flower was saturated. That is like tho church. The church is a garden in the midst of a great desert of sin and suffering, but it is well irri gated, for “our eyes are unto the hills from whence come th our help. ” From the mountains of God’s strength there flow down rivers of gladness. “There is a river tho stream whereof shall make glad tho city of our God.” Preaching the gospel is one of the aqueducts. Tho Bible is another. Baptism and the Lord’s supper are aqueducts. Water to slake the thirst, water to wash tho unclean, water tossed high up iu the light of the Sun of Righteousness, showing us the rainbow around the throne. Oh, was there ever a garden so thoroughly irri gated! You know that tlio beauty of Versailles and Chatsworth depends very much upon (lie great supply of water. I came to tho latter place, Chat.-worth, one day when strangers are net to be ad mitted, but by an inducement which always seemed as potent with an Eng lishman as an American I got iu, and then tho gardener went far up a stairs of stone and turned cn th I saw it gleaming cn tho dry p cf such a garden is when the king rides out iu bis splendid carriage. It is not so with thin garden, this King’s garden. I throw wide open the gate and tell you all to come in. No monopoly iu religion. Whosoever will, may. Choose now be tween a desert and e. garden. Many of you have tried the garden of this world’s delight. Yo” have found it has been a chagrin. So if was with Theodore Hook. IIome.de all the world laugh. Ho makes ns laugh now when we read his p' i ms, but he could not make his own heart laugh. While iu the midst < f his fes tivities he confronted a looking glass, and ho saw himself and said: “There, that is true. I look just as I am—done up in body, mind and purse. ” So it was of Shenstono, of whose garden I told you at the beginning of my sermon. Ho sat down amid those bowers and said: 4 ‘I have lost my road to happiness. I am angry and envious and frantic, and despise everything around me, just as it becomes a madman to do!” An Invitation. O ye weary souls, come into Christ’s garden today and pluck a little hearts ease. Christ is the only rest and tho only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do you not think your chance has almost come? You men and women who have been waiting year after year for some good opportunity in which to accept Christ, but have postponed it fi, 10, 20, 30 years—do you not feel as if now your hour cf deliverance and pardon and sal vation had come? O man, what grudge bast thou against thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved? I feel as if sal vation must come today in some of your hearts. Some years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In i that lifeboat tho passengers and crew 1 were getting ashore. Tho vessel had foundered and was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one boat could not take the passengers very swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck waiting for her turn to get into the boat. The boat came and went, came and went, but her turn did not seem to come. After awhile she could wait no longer, and she leaped on the tafii'rail and then sprang into tho sea, crying to (ho boatman; “Save mo next! Save ino next!” Oh, how many have gone ashore into God’s mercy, and yet you are clinging to the wreck of sin! Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, but you aro in peril. Why not this moment make a rush for your im mortal rescue, crj'ing until Jesus shall hear you and heaven and earth ring 2S>' came so near I c rush and all over mid hear them T.'C i ill) Wi-ter. with the cry: . r * « n -T- T El OUt nexC! IN OW mtil it Now How! ;r.:’.ical ' Th is : -aoba 1 r.laira you. It is ah down, Her 1 4\. >ell tolls. oave me n Have me His worth If nil tho nations know, Sure tho whelo on rth would lovo him too. Choice Fruits. Again, the church may bo appropriate ly compared to a garden because it is a place of fruits. That would be a strange garden whioli hud in it no berries, no plums or peaches or apricots. The coarser fruits are planted in the orchard, or they arc set out on the sunny hillside, but tbo choicest fruits are kept in the gar den. So in the world outside the church Christ has planted a great many beauti ful things—patience,charity, generosity, integrity—but he intends the choicest fruits to be in tho garden, and if they are not there, then shame on the church. Religion is not a mere r utimentnlity. It is a practical, life giving, healthful fruit—not posies, but apples. “Oh,” says somebody, “I don’t sen what your garden of the church has yielded. ” In reply I ask where did your asylums conic from, and your hospitals, and your institutions of mercy? Christ planted every ono of them. He planted them in his garden. When Christ gave sight to Bortimcns, ho laid tho cornerstone to every blind asylum that has over been built. When Christ soothed the demoni ac of Galilei', he laid the cornerstone of every lunatic asylum that has over been established. When Christ said to tlio sick man, “Take up thy bod and walk, ” he laid the cornerstone of every hospital tho world has ever seen. When Christ said, “I was in prison and ye visited me, "he laid tho cornerstone of every prison reform association that has ever been organized. Tho church of Christ is a glorious garden, and it is full of fruit. I know there is some poor fruit in it. I know there are some weeds that ought to be thrown over the fence. T know there are some crab apple trees that ought to be cut down. I know then' aro some wild grapes that ought to bo up rooted, but are yon going to destroy tho whole garden because of a little gnarled fmit? You will find worm oaten leaves in Fontainebleau and iuscctsthat sting in the fairy groves of the Champs Klysi'(*s. Yon do not tear down and destniy the whole garden because there are a few specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit there are iiitn and women iu tho church who ought not to be there, but let us bo just as frank uud admit tho fact that there aro hundreds and thousands uud tens of thousands of glorious Christian men and women—holy, blessed, useful, consecrated and triumphant. There is no grander, nobler collection in all tho earth than the collect ion of Christians. There are Christian men in this house whose religion is not a matter of psalm singing and church going. Tomorrow morning that religion will keep them just as consistent and consecrated iu their worldly occupation us it ever kept until sunlight and wave in glees cue wrestle tumbled at my feet. H > it. is with tho church of God. Everything comes from above—pardon from above, joy from above, adoption from above, sanctification from above. Hark! I hoar the latch cf the garden gate, and I look to s' ewko is coming. I hear tho voice of Christ, “I :*.:n come into my garden.” I say; “(> me in, O Jesus! \Vo havo born waiting foi* thee. Walk all through tho paths. L -■!: at the flowers, look at tho fruit; rluck that which thou wilt for thy.-vE. ” Jr.sns comes into tho garden and up to that old man and touches him, and rays: 44 Almost home, father; not nuniy ru re aches for thee. I will never leave thee. Take courage a little longer, and I will steady thy tottering slips, and I will sootko thy trouble! and give thee rert. Courage, old man. ” Then Christ goes up another garden path, and he comes to a soul in trouble and says: “Peace! All is well. I havo r^en thy tears, i havo heard thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thoo by day nor tho moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil. He will presi rve thy soul. Courage, O troubled spirit!” Fluclcltiz tho I loirern. Then I boo Jesus going up another garden path, and I see great excitement among tlio leaves, and I hasten up that garden path to see what Jesus is doing there, and lo! lie is breaking off flowers sharp and clean from the stem, and I say, “Stop, Jesus; don’t kill those beau tiful flowers. ” He turns to me and says: “I have come into my garden to gather lilies, and 1 mean to take these up to a higher terrace, for the garden around my palace, and there I will plant them, and in better soil and in better air they shall put forth brighter leaves and sweet er redolence, and no frost shall touch them forever. And I looked up into Ids face and said: “Well, it is bin garden, and he has a right to do what ho will with it. Thy will be done!” the hardest prayer over man made. It has seemed as if Jesus Christ took tho best; from many of your households tho best ono is gone. You know that she was too ge,od for this world; she was tho gentlest in he r ways, tho deepest in her affections, and when at last the sick ness came you had no faith in medicines. You knew that the hour of parting had come, and when, through tho rich grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, you surrender ed that treasure you said: “Lord Jesus, take it. It is the best wo have; take it. Thou art worthy!” Tho others iu the household may havo been of grosser mold. She was of the finest. Tho heaven of your little ones will not bo fairly begun until you get there. All the kindnesses shown them by im mortals will not make them forget you. There they are, the radiant throngs that went out from your bonus. I throw a kiss to tho sweet darlings. They are all well now in the palace. Tho crippltd child has a sound foot now. A little lame child says, “Ma, will I be lame in heaven?” “No, my darling; you won’t be lame in heaven.” A little sick child says, “Mu, will I be sick in heaven?” “No, my dear; you won’t bo sick in heaven.” A little blind child says, “Mu, will I be blind in houvt n?” “No, my dear; you won’t bo blind iu heaven. They are all well there. ” I notice that the line gardens some times have high fences around them and fou cannot get in. It is so with a king’s garden. Tho only glimpse you. ever get the day of salvation! i is tho last for s: me of ut to sail away forever. The planks thunder back gangway. She chcvcs off. Sho floats out toward the great ocean c f eter nity. Wave farewell to your last chance for heaven. “Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusa lem, how often would I havo gathered thee as a hi n gat., reth her brood under her wings, rxd yc would not! Behold your house is left unto you desolate. ” Invited to r: vol in a gardi n, you die in a di sort! May God Almighty, before it is too late, break that infatuation. “Avc, Starts Ktcn.ii.” Slowly the procession moves on till it, roadies an altar built ran.par*.3 cf St. Male, m CONVENIENT HOTBED. An la Old I’lnu With I;nj>rovpm«>nt» Which an OH Stove Fisures. There aro many uncertainties and risks about tho hotbed whoso heat is produced by fermenting horse manure —so many, in fact, that tho amateur and tho ordinary farmer are often de terred from making use of this means of securing early plants for the garden. A plan originally described and illus trated iu The Country Gentleman com mends itself, as it is simple, inexpen sive and easily tested. The plan is not original, iu point of fact being really an old plan with improvements. The illustration shows the construc tion of this oil stove hotbed, one end being represented as cut away to show tho interior arrangement. A long box with sloping sash covers has within it two sets of crosswise iron reds that can easily be removed when desired. On the upper set aro placed boxes of earth in which seed is to bo sown. Tho lower rods support an iron tray containing water. Below this is ono of tho small iron stoves to be found iu almost every house. Tho lamp, cr stove, supplies the jSik.. up agauist tho . i ars i f rocl-s, a boat drvhiug up against them, tho feet drr.pi dwith long grarsliko seaweed and on the rock the Virgin standing with hands outstretched, as if in greet ing. The boat is filled with tiny boys, dn ssi d .like tho cithers in white and blue as sailers, and as the crowd presses upard the i roceraion passes along slow ly the Ik ys in tho boat kneel, and lifting their haiuls toward tho Virgin they be gin to sing, “Ave, Maris Stella, Dei Mater Alma!” The !:*.vi shines brilliantly cn the white veils of the girls, on the banners, the statuettes, on the tall crucifix. It shines in the upturned faces cf tho er .wd, cu the rocks and tho boat, < a the white Virgin and the little children that kneel and sing to her. And beyond it s'liues cn tho sea, so blue today, so infinitely calm. There was a schooner came homo lately bringing with it some men from a goelctte wrecked in a storm off tho Newfoundland Banks. They had keen picked up half d< ad floating cn spars, and they su’d that in the storm, them selves beyond hope, they had seen an other boat sink near them. Sho hud gone down with her crew kneeling on her deck and singing: “Ave, Maris Stella! Hail, Star of tho Sea!” Tho name of her was not known. Only sho was lest, sho and her crew that sang as these children wore singing now, and who, perhaps long ago, when they were little lads, had themselves bee n chosen to sing and kneel in the boat dashing upon tho mimic recks at the feast of the Rosary. She was lost, she and her crow. These are the Torrencuvas, or Newfoundland fishermen, who do not come home.—Macmillan’s Magazine. A Alcnto Curio Incident. A correspondent at Monte Carlo de scribes an amusing scene tho other day. An American woman was making a gr‘‘at iwv' .’.cause the manager declined to pit ..cr more than £10, while they had given a French lady £12 with which to return to Paris. “Why, I have spent thousands of dollars here,” she said, “while this lady came to Monte Carlo with about a louis iu her pocket, and has been living upon you ever since. I want £10 to take me back to New York, and I will make a row until I get it.” The Casino people detest a scone iu or about (lie rooms, and the manager en deavored to pacify her with an offer of £10, under the plea that this sum would tuko her to Loudon, where she could then couiuiunieate with her friends. No. She did not intend to go sponging on her friends iu Ixmdcu. The gambling tables had taken from her the whole of the funds which she brought with her for a tour in Europe. Unfortunately she had stopped too long at Mimto Carlo. Now the bank must hack lier again. And she succeeded iu gettiugkhcr £40. Torturing lieumatisrn. The busiest and most useful men are not always exempt from sickness. Especially are they liable to be at tacked and completely disabled by that most annoying and painful ailment— Rheumatism. Men in all walks of life are subject at any time to be seized with this disease, and besides the great bodily pain, there is almost unbearable mental anguish at the thought of hav ing one’s strength and vigor gradually supplanted by a condition of utter helplessness. Under the effects of Rheumatism, the strongest men be come the weakest, and the most useful ire robbed of their usefulness. One of the busiest of Atlanta’s citi zens is Mr. J. A.LeSeur,the well-known architect and builder, whose office is in the Inman building. He has lived in Atlanta for years, and some of the prettiest residences and most substan tial business blocks of the city are monuments to his skill as an architect and builder. For years he held the responsible position of city building in spector, and is also high in Masonic circles, being now recorder of the Ma sonic Council in this city. __ _ .5’* W*” AN OIL STOVE HOTBED. heat, which is partly given up to the water, to bo given out by that in turn, ami partly diffused throughout tho box. Tho evaporation of tho water will keep tho air moist—a condition essential to plant growth. A sufficient body of water should bo used so that steam may not be generated. A little practice will show just how much flame mnst bo kept upon tbo lamp to keep 'ho temperature warm at night. On sunny days, of course, the lamp need not bo lighted, while on extra cold nights something in tho shape of mats may bo needed to throw over tho glass. A small door in tho sido or end admits tho lamp. A very small opening should bo mado at tho bottom for air to on tor to food tho lamp, which another may bo provided near tho top for ventilation, tho latter being closed on very cold nights. Tho same idea can bo utilized iu a smaller way in tho kitchen, whore a box with tho interior* arrangement that has been described maybe set before tho kitchen window without a sash for a cover—a wooden cover being provided, to bo closed only at night to keep iu tho heat from tho lamp. This can cf course bo blown out when tho kitchen firo is lighted. A hand lamp will furnish heat, enough for this purpose. Whcro this ar rangement is to bo used in a house care should bo taken to burn only tho best of oil and to see that tho heat is never high enough to cause any danger whatever from fire. liOuinianu. Illca Districts. Eight years ago the rice industry of southwest Louisiana was practicaliy of little account, and its crop cut very lit tle figure iu tho world’s supply. What little there was raised was produced in small patches in lowland basins into which tho rainfall from tho uplands could bo drained. But today tho rico fields cover thousands of acres of tho highland prairies, which, less than a docado ago, wero an almost unbroken cattle range. Texas Farm and Ranch explains that the greatest element.in bringing about this transforn atiou is to be found in tho extensive systems of irrigation which havo been inaugurated. These systems consist of pumping plants driven by steam engines, and it is hero wo must conio for object lessons of what is to be accomplished by irrigation where tho water must be raised to tho level of the lauds whoro it is to bo util ized by mechanical means. Another Method of Ilnddlng. A now method of budding trees and cuttings during tho winter, when tho sap is dormant, has been reported upon by tho Texas station. A slioo of bark was cut down tho stock uud left attach ed at tho lower end. Part of tho top of tho loose slip was then cut off and tho bud fitted over tho cut place and bonud firmly on with a piece of raffia. Tho stocks woro kept in sphagnum moss un til spring, when all but one of tho 50 young peach trees used in tho experi ment were found to havo firmly “knit” and mado strong shoots in tho growing season. Warning Against a Now Frand. From tho North Carolina experiment station comes a warning against a seed peddler who is soiling what ho describes as a “wonderful now plant,” tho plant being in reality alsiko clover, which is not adapted to North Carolina or tho south. The plant is described by tho fraudulent peddler as “resembling all other varieties of clover, peas, beaus, etc., grows two to four feet high on or dinary land and is adapted to thin or sandy soil. ’’ -• «•» » It will be an agreeable surprise to persons subject to attacks of bilious colic to learn that prompt relief may bo had by taking Chamberlain’s Colic, Choi ra and Diarrhoea Rem edy. In many instances the attack may be prevented by taking this rem edy as the first symptons of the dis- easo appear, lio and all cent bottles for solo by tho Dui’ro Drug Company. ’If \ w Mr. J. A. LeSkur. But like many other busy men, Mr. LcScur was overtaken by Rheumatism and soon his strength gave way to a condition of helplessness. This dread disease produces more agony, he says, than can well be described. 44 For years I have suffered with Sciatic Rheumatism and often felt as if % small piece of my spine had been taken out. also as if a fragment of bombshell had passed through my left !ii;». When I would sit down, I could not straighten up for several minutes, and then only at the expense of great pain. 1 could get absolutely no relief, though many remedies were tried. Someone recommended S. S. S. and I was almost in despair when I began its use. In three days, however, I was so greatly relieved that I felt very little inconvenience from the rheuma tism. 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