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THIS LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8. C., DECEMBER 3,0 I8C7.
JEWELRY OP THE SEA
RE\/dR. TALMAGE FINDS LESSONS IN
THE CORAL REEFS.
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tl»« Oocaa—New Ilccloua of Contempla
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Wabhinoton, Doc. 2(1.—This pic-
tnresqoG disconrse of Dr. Talmuso loads
his hearers and readers thronRh n?)- I
■wonted regions of contemplation ami i« '
full of practical gospel; text, Job xvviii, ,
18, “No mention shall be mado of
coral."
Why do yon Bay that, inspired dram
atist? When you wanted to net forth thn j
enperior value of our religion, you tossed
aside the onyx, which is used for mak
ing exquisite cameos, and the sapphire,
eky blno, and topax of rhombic prism
and the ruby of frozen blood, and here
you say that the coral, which is a mir
acle of shape and a transport of color to
those who have studied it, is not worthy
of mention in comparison with our holy
religion. “No mention shall be made of
coral.” At St. Johnslury, Vt, in a
museum built by the chief citizen, as I
examined a specimen on the shelf, I
first realized what a holy of holies (led
can build and has built in the temple of
one piece of coral. I do not wonder that
Ernst Heckel, tho great scientist, while
in Ceylon, was so entranced with tbe
specimens which some Cingalese divers
had brought up for his iuspection that
he himself plunged into the sea and
went clear under the waves at the risk
of his life again and again and again
that ho might know more of the ccr-.l.
the beauty of which ho indicates cannot
even be guessed by those who have only
soon it above water, and after the
polyps, which are its sculptors and
architects, have died and the chief glo
ries of these submarine flowers have ex
pired. Job, in my text, did not mean to
depreciate this divine sculpture in the
coral reefs along the seacoasts.
Whits Palace* of the Deep.
No one can afford to depreciate these
white palaces of the deep, bnilt under
God’s direction. Ho never changes his
plans for tho building of the islands and
shores, and for uncounted thousands of
years the coral gardens and the coral
castles and the coral battlements go on
and up. 1 charge you that you will
please God and please yourself if you
will go into the minute examination of
tho corals—their foundations, their pin
nacles, their aisles, their pillars, their
curves, their cleavages, their reticula
tion, their grouping—families of them,
towns of them, cities of them and con
tinents of them. Indeed you cannot ap
preciate the meaning of my text unless
you know something of the coral—laby-
riuthian, stellar, columnar, floral, dent
ed like shields from battle, spotted like
leopards, embroidered like lace, hung
Hko upholstery; twilight and auroras
t^nd sunbursts of beauty. From deep
c-rimsou to milk white are its colors.
You may find this work of God through
tho animalcules 80 fathoms down or
amid tho breakers, where the sea dashes
the wildest and beats tho mightiest and
bellows the loudest. These sea creatures
are ever busy. Now they build islan'ds
in the center of the Pacific ocean. Now
they lift barriers around the continent.
Indian ocean, Red sea and coast of Zau-
Eibar have specimens of their infinitesi
mal but sublime masonry. At tho reces
sion of tho tides you may in some places
see the top of their Alpine elevations,
while elsewhere nothing but the deep
sea soundings from the decks of the
Challenger, the Porcupine and the
Lightning of tho British expedition can
announce them. The ancient Gauls em
ployed the coral to adorn their helmets
and tho hilts of swords. In many lands
it has been used as amulets. The Alge
rian reefs in one year (1878) had at
work amid the coral 311 vessels, with
8,150 sailors, yielding in profit $505,-
000, but the secular and worldly value
of the coral is nothing as compared
with tho moral and religious as when,
in my text, Job employs it in compari
son. I do not know how any ono can ex
amino a coral the size of the thumb nail
without bethinking himself of God and
worshiping him and feeling the opposite
of tho great infidel surgeon, lecturing
to the medical students in the dissecting
room upon a human eye which he held
in his hand, showing its wonders of
architecture and adaptation, when the
idea of God flashed upon him so power
fully ho cried out to the studedts, “Gen
tlemen, thero is a God, but I hate him!”
Picking np a coral, 1 feel like crying
ont, “There is a God, and I adore him!”
Nothing so impresses me with the
fact that our God loves the beaotiful.
The most beautiful coral of the world
never comes to human observation. Sun
rises and sunsets ho hangs up for na
tions to look at. He may green the
grass and round the dew into pearl and
set on fire autumnal foliage to please
mortal sight, but those thousands of
miles of ooral achievement I think he
has had built for his own delight. In
those galleries he alone can walk. The
music of those keys, played on by the
fingers of the wave, he only can hear.
The snow of that white and the bloom
of that crimson he alone can see. Hav
ing garuitured this world to please the
human race and lifted a glorions heav
en to please the uugelie intelligences,
I am glad that be has planted these gar
dens of the deep to please himself. But
hero and there God allows specimens of
submarine glory to be brought np and
set before us for sublime contemplation.
While I speak these grout nations of
eoophytes, meandrinas and madrepores,
with tentacles for trowel, are building
fui't such coral as we find in our text.
The diamond may be more rare, the
crystal may be more sparkling, the
chrsyoprase may be more ablaze, bat
the coral is tho long, deep, everlasting
blush of the sea. Yet Job, who under-
stoo$ all kinds of precious stones, de
clare that the beauty and valne of the
conrr are nothing compared with our
holy Religion, and be picks up this cor
alline formation and looks at it and
flings it aside with all the other beau- j
tiful things he has ever heard of and |
cries out in ecstasy of admiration for '
the superior qualities of our religion, ;
“No mention shall be made of coral. “
Jewel* of the Sea.
Take my hand, and wo will walk
through this bower of the sea, while I j
show you that even exquisite coral is
not worthy of being compared with the i
richer jewels of a Christian soyl. The
first thing that strikes me in looking at
the coral is its long continued accumu
lation. It is not turned up like Coto
paxi, but is an outbuttiug and an out-
branching of ages. In Polynesia there
are reefs hundreds of feet deep and
1,000 miles long. Who built these reefs,
those islands? The zoophytes, the coral
lines. They were not such workers who
built the pyramids as were these ma
sons, these creatures of the sea What
small creations amounting to whut vast
aggregation! Who can estimate the ages
between the time when the madrepores
laid the foundations of the islands and
the time when the madrepores put on
the capstone of a completed work? It
puzzles all the scientists to guess
through how luauy years the corallines
were building the Sandwich and Society
islands and the Marshall and Gilbert
groups. But more slowly and wonder
ful! y accumulative is grace in the heart.
You sometimes get discouraged because
the upbuilding by the soul does not go
on more rapidly. Why, you havo all
eternity to build in. The little annoy
ances of life are zoophyte builders, and
there will bo small layer on top of
small layer and fossilized grief on the
top of fossilized grief. Grace does not
go up rapidly in your soul, but, blessed
be God, it goes up. Ten thousand mil
lion ages will not finish yon. You will
never be fininhed. On forever. Up for
ever. Out of the sea of earthly disquie
tude will gradually rise the reefs, tho
islands, the continents, the hemispheres
of grandeur and glory. Men talk as
though in this life we only had time to
build, but what we build in this life, as
compared with what we shall build in
the next life, is as a striped shell to
Australia.
You go into an architect’s study and
there you see the sketch of a temple
the coruerstoue of which has not yet
been laid. Oh, that I could have an ar
chitectural sketch of what you will bo
after eteruity has wrought upon you!
What pillars of strength! What altars
of supernal worship! What pinnacles
thrusting their glittering spikes into the
sun that never sets! You do not scold
tho corallines because they cannot build
an island in a day. Why should you
scold yourself because you cannot com
plete a temple of holiness for the heart
in this short lifetime: You tell me we
do not amount to much now, but try us
after 1,000,000,000 ages of halleluiah.
Let us boar the angels chant for
1,000,000 centuries. Give us an eternity
with God, and then see if we do not
amount to some thing. More slowly and
marvelously accumulative is the grace
in the soul than anything I can think
of. “No mention shall be made of coral. ”
▲ k’rUne Virtue.
Lord, help us to learn that which
most of ns are deficient in—patience. If
thou canst take through the sea anem
ones millions of years to bnild one bank
of coral, ought we not to be willing to
do work through 10 years or 50 years
without complaint, without restlessness,
without chafing of spirit? Patience with
the erring; patience that we cannot
have the millennium in a few weeks;
patience with assault of antagonists;
patience at what seems slow fulfillment
of Bible promises; patience with phys
ical ailments; patience under delays of
Providence; grand, glorious, all endur
ing, all conquering patience! Patience
like that which my lately ascended
friend, Dr. Abel Stevens, describes
when writing of one of Wesley’s preach
ers, John Nelson, who, when a man had
hiui put in prison by false charges and
being for a long time tormented by his
enemy, said, “The Lord lifted up a
standard when the auger was coming
on like a flood, else I should have
wrung his neck to tho ground and set
my foot upon It. ”
Patience like that of Pericles, the
Athenian statesman who, when a man
pursued him to bis own door, barling
at him epithets and arriving there when
it had become dark, sent his servant
with a torch to light his enemy back to
his home. Patience like that eulogized
by the Spanish proverb when it says, “I
have lost the rings, but here are the
fingers still." Patience! The sweetest
sugar for the sourest cup, the balance
wheel for all mental and moral ma
chinery, the foot that treads into placid
ity stormiest lake, the bridle for other
wise rash tongues, the sublime silence
that conquers the boisterous and blatant
Patience like that of the most illustri
ous example of all the ages, Jesus Christ
—patient under betrayal, patient under
the treatment of Pilate’s oyer and ter
miner, patient under the expectoration
of his assailants, patient under flagella
tions, patient under the charging spears
of the Roman cavalry, patient unto
death. Under all exasperations employ
it. Whatever comes, stand it. Hold on,
wait, bear up.
Take my band again, and we will go
a little farther into this garden of the
sea, and we shall find that in proportion
as tho climate is hot the coral is wealthy.
Draw two isothermal lines at (10 degrees
north and south of the equator, and you
find tho favorite home of tho coral. Go
to tho hottest part of the Pacific seas,
and you find the finest specimens of
coral. Coral is a child of the fire, but
more wonderfully do the heats and
fire* of trouble bring out the jewels of
the Christian soul. Those are not the
stalwart men who are asleep on the
shaded lawn, but those who are pound
ing amid the furnaces. 1 do not know
of any osher way of getting a thorough
Christian character. I will show you a
picture. Here are a father and a mother
80 or 86 years of age, their family arouud
them. It is Habbath morning. They
have prayers. They bear the children's
catechism. They have prayers every dur
of the week. They are in humble cir
cumstances, but after awhile the wheel
of fortune turns up, and the man gets
his $20,000. Now ho has prayers on
Sabbath and everyday of tho week, but
he has dropped the catechism. The
wheel of fortune turns up again, and he
gets his $80,000. Now he has prayers
on Sabbath morning alone. The wheel
of fortune keeps turning up, and he has
$200,000, and now he has prayers on
Sabbath morning when ho feels like it
and thero is no company. Tho wheel of
fortune keeps on turuiug up, and ho has
his $800,000 and no prayers at all. Four
leaf clover in a pasture field is not so
rare as family prayers in the houses of
people who havo more than $300,000.
But now the wheel of fortune turns
down, and the man loses $200,000 out
of the $300,000. Now on Sabbath morn
ing he is on a stepladder looking for a
Bible under tho old newspapers on tho
bookcase. Ho is going to have prayers.
His affairs are more and more compli
cated, and after awhile crash goes his
last dollar. Now ho has prayers every
morning, and ho hears his grandchil
dren tho catechism. Prosperity took
him away from God; adversity drove
him back to God. Hot climate to make
the coral; hot and scalding trouble to
make tho jewels of grace in the soul.
We all hate trouble,/and yet it does a
great deal for us. You have heard per
haps of that painter who wished to get
an expression of great distress for his
canvas and who had his servant lash a
man fast and put him to great torture
and then the artist caught the look on
tho victim’s face anil immediately trans
ferred it to the canvas. Then he said to
the servant, “More torture,“and under
more torture there was a more thorough
expression of pain, and the artist said.
“Stop there. Wait till I catch that ex
pression. There! Now I have it upon
the canvas. Let loose the victim. I have
a work that will last forever.” “Oh,’’
you say, “he was an inhuman painter!”
No doubt about it. Trouble is cruel and
inhuman, but he is great painter, and
out of our tears aud blood on his palette
he makes colors that never die. Oh,
that it might be a picture of Christian
fortitude, of shining hope!
Development.
On the day I was licensed to preach
the gospel an old Christian man took
my hand aud said, “My son, when you
get in a tight Qpruer on Saturday night
without any sermon send for me, and I
will preach for you. ” Well, it was a
great encouragement to be backed up by
such a good old minister, and it was not
long before I got into a tight corner on
Saturday night without any sermon,
and I sent for tho old minister, aud he
came and preached, aud it was the lust
sermon ho ever preached. All the tears
I cried at his funeral could not express
my affection for that man, who was
willing to help me ont of a tight corner.
Ah, my friends, that is what we all
want—somebody to help us out of a
tight corner. Yon are in one now. How
do I know it? I am need to judging of
human countenances, aud I see beyond
the smile and beyond the courageous
look with which you hide your feelings
from others. I know you arc in a tight
corner. What to do? Do as I did when
I sent for old Dr. Scott. Do better than
I did—scud for the Lord God of Daniel
and of Joshua and of every other mau
who got into a tight corner. “Oh,” say*
some one, “why cannot God develop
me through prosperity instead of
through adversity?” I will answer your
question by asking another. Why does
not God dye our northern aud temper
ate seas with coral? You say, “The wa
ter is not hot enough.” There! In an
swering my question you have answered
your own. Hot climate for richest spec
imens of coral, hot tronble for the jew
els of the soul. The ooral fishers going
out from Torre del Grecco never brought
ashore such fine specimens as are brought
out of the scalding surges of misfortune.
I look down into the tropical sea, and
there is something that looks like blood,
aud I say, “Has thero been a great bat
tle down there?” Seeming blood scat
tered all up aud down the reefs. It is
the blood of the coral, aud it makes me
think of those who come out of great
tribulation aud have their robes washed
white in the blood of the Lamb. But
these gems of earth are nothing to the
gems of heaven. “No mention shall be
made of coral. ”
Again, 1 take your hand, and we walk
on through this garden of the sea aud
look more particularly than we did at
the beauty of *be coral. Tho poets have
all been fascinated with it Due of them
wrote:
There, with a broad and easy motion.
The fan coral nwocp* through the clear deev
sea,
And tho yellow and scarlet tufta of tho ocean
Aru bent like corn on the upland lea.
Une specimen of coral is called tlU
dendropbilia, because it is like a tree;
another is called the astrara, because it
is like a star; another is called the
brain coral, because it is like the convo
lutions of the human brain; another is
called fan coral, because it is like the
instrument with which you cool your
self on a hot day; another specimen u
called the organ pipe coral, because if
resembles the king of musical instru
znenta All the flowers and all the
shrubs in tho gardens of the laud have
their correspondencies in this garden of
the sea. Ccrallum! It is a synonym foi
beauty. Aud yet there is no beauty in
the coral compared with our religion.
It gives physiognomic beauty. It does
not change the features; it does not
give features with which the person
was not originally endowed, but it sets
behind the features of the homeliest
person a heaven that shines clear
through, go that often, on first ac
quaintance, you said of a man, “He is
tho homeliest person 1 oversaw,” when,
after you came to understand him and
his nobility of soul shining through his
countenance, you said, “He is the love
liest person I ever saw.” No one ever
bad a homely Christian mother. What
ever the world may have thought of her
there were two who thought well—your
father, who hud admired her for 50
years, and you, over whom she bent
with so many tender ministrations.
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When you think of the angels of God,
and your mother among them, she out
shines them all. Ob, that onr young peo- i
pie could understand that there is noth
ing that so much beautifies the human
countenance as the religion of Jesus
Christ! It makes everything beautiful. '
Trouble beautiful. Sickness beautiful.
Disappointment beautiful. Everything
beautiful.
Near my early home there was a place
called tho Two Bridges. These bridges
leaped tho two streams. Well, my
friends, tho religion of Jesus Christ is
two bridges. It bridges all the past. It
arches aud overspans all the future. It
makes tho dying pillow the landing
place of angels fresh from glory. It
turns tho sepulcher into a Maytime or
chard. It catches up tho dying into full
orchestra. Corallum! Aud yet that does
not express tho beauty. “No mention
shall bo made of coral."
i Work Thiit Endures.
I take your baud again and walk a
little farther on in this garden of the
sea, and I notice the durability of the
work of the coral. Montgomery speaks
of It. Ho says, “Frail were their forms,
ephemeral their lives, their masonry
imperishable. ” Rhizopods are insects so
small they are invisible, and yet they
built the Apennines and they planted
for their own monument tho cordilleras.
It takes 187,000,000 of them to make
one grain. Corals are changing the navi
gation of the sea, saying to the com
merce of the world, “Take this chan
nel,” “Take tliat channel, ” “Avoid the
other channel.” Animalcules beating
back the Atlantic and Pacific sw\s. If
the insects of the ocean have built a reef
1,000 miles long, who knows but that
they may yet build a reef 8,000 miles
long, and thus, that by one stone bridge
Europe shall be united with this conti
nent on one side aud by another stone
bridge Asia will be anited with this
continent on the other side, and the
tonrist of the world, without the turn
of a steamer’s wheel or the spread of a
ship’s sail, may go all around the world,
and thus be fulfilled the prophecy,
“There shall be no more sea."
But the durability of the coral’s work
is not at all to be compared with the
durability of our work for God. The
coral is going to crumble in the fires of
the lust day, but our w T ork for God will
endure forever. No more dis jouraged
man ever lived than Beethoven, the
great musical cumpDser. Unmercifully
criticised by brother artists aud his mu
sic sometimes rejected. Deaf for 25
years aud forced on his way to Vienna
to beg food and lodging at a very plain
house by the roadside. lu the evening
the family opened a musical instrument
and played and sang with great enthu
siasm, ind one of the uuiubeis they ren
dered was so emotional lital, tears ran
down their cheeks while they sang and
played. Beethoven, sitting in the room,
too deaf to hear the singing, was curi-
ous to know what was the music that
so overpowered them, aud when they
got through he reached up aud took the
folio in his hand and found it was his
own music—Beethoven’s “Symphony In
A”—aud he cried out, “I wrote that!"
The household sat aud stood abashed to
find that their poor looking guest was
the great composer. But he never left
that house alive. A fever seized him
that night, and no relief could be afford
ed, and in a few days he died. Bnt just
before expiring he took the hand of his
nephew, who had been sent for and had
arrived, saying, “After all, Hummel, I
must have had some talent. ” Poor Bee
thoven! His work still lives, and in the
twentieth century will bo better appre
ciated than it was in the nineteenth,
and us long as there is on earth an or
chestra to play or an oratorio to sing
Beethoven’s nine symphonies will be
the enchantment of nations.
But you are not a composer, and yon
say that there is nothing remarkable
about you, only a mother trying to
rear your family for usefulness aud
heaven. Yet tho song with which you
sing your child to sleep will never cease
its mission. You will grow old and die.
That sou will pass out into the world.
The song with which you sang him to
sleep last night will go with him while
be lives, a conscious or uncouscious re
straint and inspiration here, and may
help open to him the gate of a glorious
and triumphant hereafter. Tho lullabies
of this century will sing through all
the centuries. The humblest good ac
complished in time will last through
eteruity. I sometimes gi t discouraged,
as 1 sup j mse yon do, at the vastuess of
the work and at how little we are do
ing. Aud yet do you suppose the rhizo-
pod said, “There is no need of my
working; I cannot build the cordille
ras?” Do you suppose the madrepore
said, “There is no need of my w orking;
I cannot bnild tho Sandwich Islands?”
| Each one attended to his own business,
. and there are the .Sandwich islands, aud
| there are the cordilleras. Ah, my
friends, the redumption of this world is
, a great enterprise. 1 did not see it start.
: I will not in this world see its close. I
am only an insect as compared with the
< great work to be done, but yet I must
| do my part. Help build this eternal cor-
ullum I will. My i>areut8 toiled on this
reef long before I was born. I pray God
| that my children may toil on this reef
long after 1 am dead. Insects all of us,
but honored by God to help heave up
the reef of light across which shall
break the ocean’s immortal gladnesM.
Better be insignificant and useful than
| great and idle. The mastodons and tneg-
i atheriums of the earth, what did they
, do but stalk their great carcassi s ucnjFs
the laud aud leave their skeletons
through the strata, while the cuialJines
went on heaving up the islands all cov
ered with fruitage aud verdure. Better
be a coralline than a mastodon. 8o now
I am trying to make one little coralline.
The polyp picks out of the wave that
smites it carbonate of lime, and with
that bnilds up its own iusectilo mason
ry. 8o out of the wave of your tears 1
take the salt, out of the bruise I take
tho blue, and out of your bleeding heart
j I take the red, and ont of them alto
gether I make this coral, which 1 pray
may not be disowned in tho day when
God makes up his jewels.
Little thing* decide great things. All
that tremendous career of the last Na
poleon hanging on the hand of a brake-
man who, on one of our American rail
ways, caught him as he was falling be
tween the cars of a flying train. The
battle of Dunbar was decided against
the Scotch because their matches had
given out. Aggregations of little things
that pull down or build up. When an
army or a regiment come to a bridge,
they are always commanded to break
ranks, for their simultaneous tread will
destroy the strongest bridge. A bridge
at Anglers, France, and a bridge at
Broughton, England, went down be
cause the regiment kept step while j
crossing. Aggregations of temptation,
aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of ;
assaults, aggregations of Christian ef
fort, aggregations of self sacrifices— i
these make the irresistible power to de- j
molish or to uplift, to destroy or to save
—little causes and great results. Chris- !
tiauity was introduced into Japan by I
the falling overboard of a pocket Eiblu !
from a ship in the harbor of Tokyo.
Written on the fly leaf of one of my
books by one whom God took to himself
out of our household were the following
words. I do not know who composed I
them. Perhaps sho composed them her- i
self:
Not a sparrow falleth Imt Its God doth know, j
Jnst as when his mandate lays a monarch low; |
Not a leaflet waveth but its God doth see.
Think not, then, O trembler, God forgetteth
thee!
Bottled Dp!
Whether in the form of pill powder
or liquid, the doctor’s prescription for
blood diseases is always the same—
mercury or potash. These drugs bottle
up the poison and dry it up in the
system, but they also dry up the marrow
in the bones at the same time.
The suppleness and elasticity of the
joints give way to a stiffness, the rack
ing pains of rheumatism. The form
gradually bends, the bones ache, while
decrepitude and helplessness prema
turely take possession of the body, and
it is but a short step to a pair of
crutches. Then comes falling of
the hair and decay of the bones,—a con
dition truly horrible.
Contagious Blood
iPOTASHi
lEftCUW
For more precious surely then the birds that
fly
i Ih u Father’a Imape to n Father’s eye.
E’en thine hairs are numbered. Trunt him full j
and free.
i Cast thy care upon him, and he'll care for
thee.
For the God that planted In thy breast n soul
On his snored tables doth thy name enroll.
Cheer thine heart, thou trembler, never faith
less be.
Ce that marks the sparrow will remember
thee.
Oh, be encouraged! Do not any man
say, “My work is so small.” Do not
any woman say: “My work is so insig
nificant. I cannot do anything for the
upbuilding of God’s kingdom.” You
can. Remember the corallines. A Chris
tian mother sat sewing a garment, and
her little girl wanted to help her, and
so she sewed on another piece of the
same garment and brought it to her
motln r, aud the work was corrected. It
was imperfect and had to be all taken
ont again. But did the mother chide
the child? Oh, no! Sho said, “She
wanted to help me, aud she did as well
as she could.” And so the mother
blessed the child, and while she blessed
the child she thought of herself aud
said: “Perhaps it may be so with my
poor work at the last. God will look at
it. It may be very imperfect, and I
know is is very crooked. He may have
to take it all out, but bo knows that I
want to serve him, and he knows it is
the best that I can do. “ So be comforted
in your Christian work. Five thousand
million corallines made one corallum,
aud then they passed away and other
millions came, aud tho work is wonder
ful, but on the day when the world’s
redemption shall be consummated, aud
the names of all the miliums of Chris
tians who in all tho ages havo toiled on
this structure shall be read, the work
will appear so grand and the achieve
ment so glorious and the durability so
everlasting that “no mention shall be
made of coral.”
A Prospective Policeman.
A big, broad shouldered man, stand
ing about (I feet 5 inches in height, and
whose speech indicated that he came
from the Emerald Isle, was one of the
passengers on a steamship recently ex
amined by Deputy Commissioner of Im
migration Hughes.
“What is your name?” asked the
deputy commissioner us the Celt passed
before him.
“Hugh J. Donovan, sir,” was tho re
ply.
“What is your nationality?”
“I am a Protestant, sir.”
“Where were you born?”
“Ireland, sir.”
“What is your occupation?” was the
next query of the commissioner.
Donovan straightened himself up to
his full height and remarked, “I be
longed to the constabulary in Killy-
begs.”
“Where are yon bound for?”
“New York,” came tho reply.
“What are you going there for?”
”8hure, I am going there to join the
police force aud get big pay for the
same.”
"You can pass out," said Commis
sioner Hughes, aud the big, good uu-
tured Celt picked up bis bundles aud
walked out the door of the immigrant
station looking the picture of content
ment.—Philadelphia Times.
Klondike Gold.
Speaking of the Klondike, The Engi
neering and Mining Journal says:
“When the ten millions or so of dollars
come down from there next year, don’t
get excited, but remember they are the
solo product of a year’s labor of from
6,000 to 8,000 men, who cannot afford
to work gravel that yields less than one
ounce of gold per man per day. If those
who think of going to the Yukon coun
try to get rich will work as hard and
undergo as many privations hero at
home in the pursuit of money, they
will, we have no doubt, be richer at the
end of five years here than will be the
average of those who go to Klondike.
Thu Klondike is not nearly as rich as
California was in 1850 nor as many
districts in California and some other
status are today. ”
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Piles or no pay required. It la guru-
anteed to give perfect satisfaction or
money refunded. Price 2i) cents per
box. For sale by The DuPre Drug
Co.
Poison—the curse
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ways baffled the
doctors. Their pot
ash and mercury
. bottle up the poison,
but it always breaks
n forth again attack-
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J organ, frequently
the mouth ami
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Cancer, or any other disease of the
blood. If you have a blood disease,
take a remedy which will not injure you.
Beware of mercury; don’t do violence
to your system. Don’t get bottled up!
Our books sent free to any address.
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or ml ic
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A High-Grade School for Boys
and Girls, will open its ses
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Aug. 25th.
For terms and particulars address
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Notice of Sale.
THE STATE OF KOTTH CAROLIN A,)
C’Ol'NTY OF OHKItnKKK
In tbe Coniniuu i’U-u.s. *
Thomas F. McDow. Plaintiff.
atraiust
M. U. Uvese, ct al., Ih-fendants.
Hy virtue of the I loo roe ol Fiirei-h*s:ir«
in the above cun so. made Niivemln-r Jdt h. I'-.ff.
I shall expose lo public sale, al '■alfney,
Cherokee Court House,on the fii st Monday
in January. 1 ><•.«, the inti n-si of the defend
ant M. K. u< ese, (one undivided l lord), in the
Real Estate deserihed In said Decree as
follow*:
All of that certain piece, p..roel or lot of
land, (the same belmr onc-thlril iiiP-iwst).
lyiujr and situated in the town < t HlaeU iui c.
in the county of York, and s’aie of Soutli
Carolina, known as the Iron < ity Hotel Prop
erty. and bounded oil the x uthwest by
Shelby Street; on the Northwe-t hy land-of
(i. O. Surratt; Northeast by laiui* of \S Id so
nant A llrown; on the -souihe.isi hy lauds
of Florence North: lietrliiMlniir at n stake on
Shelby Street, Florence Nouns line, and
runnlnjr with said stn et N.W. l"l leet. lo
(>. C. Sarratt’s line, thence •• ith suldo c.
Sarratt’s line N.tiO. E. b'i feet. thenee
E. Si feet, thence .V tin. E. 31 b . lo Whiso-
nant A Brown’s line, thenee with said Wldts-
otiHiil A Brown'* lines *•. I 7*• feel, iheneo
8. W. W. I'JHfeet with Florence North's line
to the U-jrlnidna’.
TKKMS OF SAI.e.
One-half cash and the rei alidei in one
year, with interest from the day of *ah-. se-
curetl by purchaser’* bontl an I a iiiortp’ tjrn
oft he premises, with leave to|>.iy:!|| iiih.
Purchaser to pay for papers.
J. Eh. .Itrrt itir.h.
< Jerk of < hi I >>kue. t Odhty .
Deeemla r M h. 1MI7.
Piedmont Savings
and
Investment Company,
GREENVILLE. ». r
Thlscompuny ha* money t . Und on fialT
ney real estate. Our loan p.un I* eheiip* r
uud more aatlsfaetorv than rte plans of any
hiilMItiK and loan ass’telatlon offered In the
State. For our loan circulars, which tell nil
about our loan plan, eaI! on J ('. Jefferies
E»q.,our local attorney. M-lU-t f