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T-Work Weakens Your Kidneys. lea'ihy Kilneys Make Impure Blood. All tne blcoo in your body passes through your kidneys or.ce every three minutes. The kidneys are your blood purifiers, they fil ter out the waste or impurities in the blood. If they are sick or out of order, they fail to do their work. Pains, aches and rheu matism come from ex cess of uric acid in the blood, due to neglected kidney trouble. Kidney ‘rouble causes quick or unsteady heart beats, and makes one feel as though they had heart trouble, because the heart is over-working in pumping thick, kidney- poisoned blood through veins and arteries, h used to be considered that only urinary bles were to be traced to the kidneys, >ow modern science proves that nearly I constitutional diseases have their begin- Ing in kidney trouble. ' If you are sick you can make no mistake ty first doctoring your kidneys. The mild .and the extraordinary effect of Dr. Kilmer’s ULwamp-Root, the great kidney remedy is soon rea.ized. It stands the highest for its wonderful cuies of the most distressing cases and is sold on its merits by al! druggists in fifty-, cent and one- dollar siz es. You may have a sample bctt'e by mail Home of Swamp-Root, free, a.so pamphlet telling you how to fin< out |f you have kidney or bladder trouble Mention this paper when writing Dr. Kilmei & Cql, Binghamton. N. Y. Kiiusaa editor wrote this obituary Q#tice: ‘ He was born May 3 187."» )d therefore escaped this earth in [me to celebrate his 27th birthday in Ibe house of his eternal abode beyond bhe arching skies, leaving terrestrial ind on Friday, March 19, 1902, at I. 30 p. m. centrial time.” Working Hour, a Day. There’s no rest for those tireless little workers—Dr. King’s X w Life Pills. Mill ions are always busy, curing Torpid Liver, Jaundice. Bil iousness, Fever and Ague. They banish Sick Headache, drive out Malaria. Never gripe or weaken. Small, taste rice. w.»ik wonders. Try them. 25c at Cherokee Drug Do. Tennyaon nnd Raman*. Tennyson was extremely eager nt on« time to visit America, and touching this point a story is related to the effect thqt Barnum offered him an enormom n to make the trip, though probably kot as one of the attractions of th« "greatest show on earth.” "All you have to do.” said Barnum. “is to stand on a platform and have your hand! rell shaken.” The poet, however, de clined the tempting offer. A weak man may be bis own fool, but a vain man is everybody’s fool. “Woman,” said the cursty person, “may say that she will forgive and forget, but she will never let you for get that she forgave.” It is a curious fuct that a negro has lever been known to tame an ele phant or any wild animal. { ) No captain of industry ever water, d stock without intending to soak omebody. When a dog growls over his food he llk^s it; but with a man it’s different. 'Foley’s Honey and Tar wres colds, prevents pneumonia, Foley's Honey and Tar %ar. children.sate,sure. Hu opiate*. ::No business can possiblv be "successful • that is twi adver- btiscii. This is a sweeping statement, but it is true. There are come merchants in this community whose experience apparently contradicts the statement. The '.contradiction, however, js only apparent. If they have attained any degree of success they have advertised. They have let people know what they had to isell, what they were here for and jVhat they proposed to do. Just in proportion to the thorough- less with which they have done this and met the conditions of their competitors they have suc ceeded. If they have used the newspa pers they have worked with the best tools so far as getting pub licity is concerned. If they have worked without the newspapers they have been handicapped and have not attained the highest possible measure of success. A fertile seed planted in fertile ground, carefully watered, will thrive and t>ear fruit. A properly organized business, in any inhabited place, well advertised wilf succeed. The law of growth is as certain and inexorable in one case as the other. 4 TALMAGE SERMON * By Rev. FRANK DE WITT TALMAGE. D.D.. Pastor of Jefferson Park Presby terian Cnurch, Chicago Chicago, June 1.—In this sermon the Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage shows how the dead heroes whose graves are garlanded on Memorial day live again J in the spirit which their self sacrifice inspires in the American people; text. Ezekiel xxxvii, 3, “Can these bones live?” A dark, grewsome valley, peopled with the strangest <Tr all strange hosts, a great army of bleached skeletons, is the scene of the prophet’s vision. Amid the millions and billions of dry bones there is not the gleam of one eye, the heating of one heart, the welcome of one handclasp. All are motionless. All are dead. Then, in the silence, there comes a voice asking the momen tous question, “Can these bones live?” And. strange to say. as if in answer, the dry bones begin to move, the joints, like rusty hinges, creaking from long disuse. The different skeletons lift themselves and stand up. Then, stranger still, these skeleton forms stoop down, as we would bend to gath er the fresh, clean linen after a morn ing hath, and they clothe themselves in garments of tiesb and blood. God first asked Ezekiel whether the dry hones eould live. Then God showed the prophet by visual manifestation that they could. The same question which was asked the ancient prophet 1 ask you this na tional Memorial day in reference to the bones, the dry bones, of the soldiers who died in our civil war. I ask it in reference to the dead soldiers of the northern and southern armies alike. Now that the civil war is forty years past, all are agreed that the men who wore the gray fought from motives just as honorable as those of the men who wore the bin.-. Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson were God’s noble men as certainly as were U. S. Grant and William T. Sherman. Alexander H. Stephens was obeying the dictates of his own conscience as certainly as did Thaddeus Stevens. I ask this ques tion tlie more boldly because among the last plans of our martyred Presi dent William McKinley was one to do Justice to the aged Confederate veter ans. Can the bones of the northern and southern heroes who suffered death upon American battlefields live again? I ask the question because I Intend to answer It myself. I want to prove this morning that the men who nut a soldier’s death fighting bravely are not dead. They are more alive to day than when their deeds testified to the world that America’s heroes and heroines—for I shall speak in reference to both-—should be classed among the moral and intellectual forces of their day and generation. The IiiMpiratlon of Example. The dead of our American battle fields are intensely alive today in their inspiring examples. Every true soldier knows what I mean by the overwhelm ing power of a personal example. It is the ability which a brave leader, by a deed of heroism, has to Instill the cour age of his own life into other lives. There comes a crisis in the battle. What does the assaulting brigade com mander do? Docs he keep his position In tlic rear of ids troops, where be has a right to stay? Does he send one of his staff officers to lead in the charge? Does he look after his own safety? Ob. no. He draws his sword and steps to the front of ids brigade. He hurried ly utters a few inspiring words. He says: “Boys, the safety of the whole ,army depends upon this move. Either we must capture yonder hill and break that opposing line, or else the whole force must retreat or surrender. Some of us may lay down our lives there. Will you follow me, men? 1 ask no man to go where I am not ready to lead. | ask no man to charge where It may not be possible for him to step over my dead body. Men. will you go? Will you go?“ And all down the line of throats there comes the hoarse an swer: “Aye. general, we will go! We will go!” This was the way General George Edward Pickett did when he stepped in front of Ids soldiers at the battle of Gettysburg and led his bri gade across those bloody fields until at last bis lines were almost annihilated. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Pickett returned t6 report to his com mander. saying. “General Lee. my no ble brigade has been swept away!" This was the way Marshal Ney did when he led the Old Guard down into the ravine of Ohain, where the Waterloo tragedy was practically ended. This was the way Richard Neville, earl of Warwick, did upon the battlefield of Barnet. When the great kingmaker saw that his troops were being routed, lie nale to the tup of a hill nnd dismounted. There, within sight of ids men. he drove ids sword into the heart of his noble war charger. Then, having cut off all possibility of personal escape, he called Ids troops, saying: “The com mander of the English forces is here to conquer or die! Will his men be wi!l- iug to die with him?” The retreating soldiers gathered around their noble lender nnd died by thousands as the Earl of Warwick himself died. War may be hell, as an American general once bluntly declared, but by the gleam of the hot. hissing, demoniac flames of that awful inferno are seen the heroic deeds of many whose noble lives have been tried and purified by the fires of an earthly martyrdom. 'ibis national Memorial day we are living among the glorified scenes of the past. We are ready to suffer for the old flag because its red folds have been dipped in pools of human blood. We are better fathers and husbands and tons because the domestic hearth of many a family has been builded out of the tombstones of Arlington Heights and Petersburg, of Nashville and At lanta. We are better men and women because our dead soldiers have shown us how to nobly live and how to glo riously die. A Rntlleflelil Ifoenost. The dead of our American battle fields are intensely alive today in the influence of the sorrowing loved ones who were left bereft. Sometimes we are apt to erroneously believe that the only sufferings of war were to he found in the gunshot wounds and the swamp fevers, in the heartrending cries of “Water! Water!” heard at night from the wounded lying between the con tending lines, in the colds, the heats, the hunger, the weariness and the homesickness suffered by the men at the front. But I have always believed that the wives and mothers and the sisters and sweethearts who stayed at home to weep suffered far more than the husbands and sons and brothers who donned their uniforms and went forth to die. Think of their sad, weary nights! Think of their startled ears when the rumors were heard that a great battle was about to be fought! Think of their wet eyes..scanning the long newspaper columns of tin dead and missing! That awful word “miss ing!” Think of the poverty which the young widifw had to face, with four or five children nt her back! Today we honor the dead soldiers who \\*>re the blue and the gray. We oujili also to honor the wives and mothers, the sweethearts and the sisters, who were willing to give those soldiers us a sac rifice, as well as the heroes who were willing to die. To show what the women at home had to suffer I want to read what is perhaps the saddest letter ever penned by mortal hand. It was written by Abraham Lincoln to a bumble woman who lived In Massachusetts. Many such letters could have been written to other women, north and south, who were called upon to suffer in the same way and perhaps to make equally great sacrifices: Dear Madam—I have been shown in the files of the war department a statement of the adjutant general of Massachusetts that you are the mother of live sons who have died gloriously upon the field of bat tle. I feel how weak and fruitless must he any words of mine which should at tempt to beguile you from a loss so over whelming, but I cannot refrain from ten dering to you the consolation that may be found In the thanks of the republic they died to save. 1 pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cher ished memory of the loved and the lost, the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, ABRAHAM LINCOLN. But. though the noble women of the north and south may have suffered greatly, yet by their very sufferings God was able to heal the wounds, the bleeding wounds, of this nation. The breaking hearts of the north reached out toward the breaking hearts of the south, and they found that in their troubles they were sisters. Some of the bereft mothers had sons fighting in both armies. As such a mother sat in her family plot between the two graves —between the grave of her boy In blue and that of her hoy In gray—she prayed that the past civil strife might be for ever buried. She pleaded with earnest prayer because her hoys who died had come from the same cradle and had looked up Into the eyes of the same mother. When Bunker monument was being dedicated, the crowd was so great that by the pressing and pushing a panic was threatened. The presiding officer tried in vain t<< still the tumult. Then the orator of the day arose, and Daniel Webster’s deep voice called out, “Stand buck!” Some of the people cried. “It Is impossible to stand back!” Then Web ster’s flashing eye swept over the mul titude as he answered: “Don’t use that word impossible in a place like this. Nothing is impossible at Bunker hill.” Some pessimists sstid that the bitter ness of the civil war would never end. But, as Daniel Webster said in ref erence to Bunker hill, so nothing was impossible in the suffering presence of broken hearted American womanhood. Their common griefs and sorrows for ever forbade men to revive the horrors of our civil strife. Our ronaeerated Homes. The dead of our American battle fields are intensely alive today because they have proved that the strength of this country Is to Ik? found iu the multi tudes of its consecrated homes and not in the size of its standing armies. When the civil war broke out. there were not enrolled upon the muster of the war department more than 25,000 men. The traveler could go up and down the length and breadth of the land without seeing an American soldier in uniform except In a few forts buitL for protec tion against the Indians iftd in places like Governors island and Fort Sum ter. All Europe was shaking under the tramp of the martial hosts which were marshaled upon every frontier; yet in America there were not enough soldiers to make a respectable looking national awkward squad. But no sooner did the bugle blast of war sound than the volunteers came from everywhere. They came from the pine woods of Maine and the Louisiana plantations, from among the California (lowers and the Alabama eottonflelds. from the Da kota prairies and tin* Mississippi flat- boats. from the Pennsylvania mines and the South Carolina tobacco fac tories. They came by the tens of thou sands. They came by the hundreds of thousands. Thej- came by the million. They came to prove for all time that for this e in,try. at b.ist. there is no need of a great standing army. When war breaks out, a nation has to use the ships which It Inis constructed In times of peace. It takes years to build a floating fighting machine. But what I have said is true in reference to a standing army. This corntry. which In a few months could produce well disciplined arm it s. as the army of the south nnd the army of the north, does not need, save in times of war, to call the keenest brail s, the strongest arms and the brawniest bodies from the avo cations of peace and have the nation groaning under the weight of useless taxation. It does not need to have few er merchants, fewer schoolteachers, fewer lawyers and ministers and me chanics and farmers in order to have more privates and lieutenants and cap tains and majors ami colonels and gen erals. If we have the right kind of homes, there will be officers and pri vates ready to protect the country from n foreign foe whenever they are needed. And what kind of fighting men did these volunteers make? The very best the world has ever seen! When the American civil war opened, the Euro pean monarchies looked upon it as a war of mobs. These foreign natioru supposed it to be a disorganized mass. But when the civil war was over and fount von Moltke, the great German strategist, the general who brought to a suceessLY’ Issue the Austro-Pt ussinn Wiir in ISfili and the Franco German war of 1871, studied the campaign in the south he said: "The American war was not a collection of struggling pyg mies. It was a war of giants!” DcimIn of Hf-roinni. An American never fights as well as when he is a civilian, taken out of the ordinary walks of life, to tight for the defense of his own home and native land. Where In all the pages of his tory can you find greater deeds of her oism than those exhibited in the south ern army? The reason I use this as an illustration is because the southern army, being the defeated army, had to suffer more. That army fought until It could light no more. The Confed erate soldiers fought until they had no shoes upon their feet; they fought when they had no food in their stomachs; they fought until their clothes were in tatters, nnd the southern ladies had to tear up their dresses to bandage up their wounds: they fought until the slightest wound, on account of their depleted physic;,! system, would cause death by gangrene; they fought until they dhd. Where can you find a greater exam ple of heroism than that exhibited by the colonel of a Pennsylvania regi ment? As he was leading in a charge he looked down and saw the upturned face of Ins own boy. All that he did was to kneel a moment and kiss his child, saying. “Goodby. my darling: goodby!” Then he turned and waved his sword, crying: “Come on, boys! Come fin! Charge and follow me!” Where can you find a greater deed of heroism than that exhibited upon the field of battle when the ambulance corps found among the wounded a boy In blue with both of his eyes shot out. There he sat. holding in his arms the dead body of another bop iu blue. They were brothers. As the surgeon’s aid came near they heard the blind boy whispering to the dead boy: “Poor Bob by! Pm r Bobby! Mamma told me to look after you. and I will. Poor Bob by! Poor Bobby!” Ah. in this land of the free and the brave we do not want a greater standing army! We do need, however, more consecrated homes; we do need more fathers and mothers who will build the right kind of family nl- W e do need the right kind of Christian churches, where those chil dren can be brought in contact with God; we need those Christian boys and girls started in the right kind of avo cations. Then when war comes, if It must come, the Christian homes of the north and the south, the cast and the west, will yield up their sons for the battle and their daughters for the field hospitals. The Christian dead of our American battlefields are intensely jilive today in the heavenly recognitions which have been given to them. Impossible Is it to suppose thiit God would allow bis servants who were to be found in both ’armies and who died upon the American battlefields to go unreward ed. In the beautiful sermon upon the mount Christ pronounced a blessing on those whose lives were full of tears and heartaches, poverty and persecu tion, slander and death. Do not < ’hrist’s words apply to those brave men? Did tin y not suffer enough? Were not their wounds deep enough? Did not they hunger enough and have homesickness enough? Did not many a fair cheeked boy under his blanket at night sob himself to sleep.or, unable to sleep, keep on crying, “Oh. mother, mother, if 1 could only see mother!” In one of the national museums I saw a Bible which had saved a soldier’s life. When the young man left home, bis mother gave it to him. In battle he was carrying it in his coat pocket Just over the heart. A flying bullet almost cut its way through that Bible, but it was stopped at one of the leaves of the four gospels. Did not many a dying soldier have one of these Bibles in ids hand? Did he not weep over it when he was dying far away from home? Can God forget liis Christian soldiers who died upon the American battlefields? No. no! The Bible describes the entrance into heaven of a mighty host marching through the gates as before the review ing stand of an earthly ruler. St. John In apocalyptic vision cried out in rap ture as he saw them, “Who are these who ar<* arrayed in white robes, and whence came they?” Tin-re must have been many seen by Ids prophetic eye who came from our American battle fields to whom the answer that he re ceived would apply, "These are they which came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes and made them white In the blood of the Lamb.” An Iii<-I<!«*nt of the Crimen. When the English soldiers came back from the Crimean war, all London turned out to greet them. After they hud marched past the reviewing stand Queen Yicloi in an-i the prince consort arose to receive tU'»se heroes who were to be decorated with medals. As each soldier approached, the queen, with her own hand, pinned the medal upon the breast of the man she wished to honor. Koine of those solde rs had an empty sleeve; gome came on crutches; some had their heads bandaged. At last there came a litter. In it was carried the physical wreck of a nan. Both of his legs had been shot away. One of Lis anus was gone. His body had sim ply been riddled with bullets. Then the queen, with tears in her eyes, bade the bearers halt. Khe left her place and descended the steps of her stand to the side of the litter. Khe bent over the poor veteran. On account of his sufferings the queen wished to honor him more than any of the rest. So the more the Christian dead of our Ameri can battlefields suffered the more Christ has honored them. Therefore the more are they alive today in the haffvenly reunions. My fellow countrymen from the north, the e^ist and the south and the west, this Memorial day let us go forth to decorate with flowers the graves of. the American soldiers who died upon the field of battle because their glori ous memories still live in our hearts. Let us decorate all the graves alike; let us put just as large a wreath upon the grave of the unknown picket who was shot by the sharpshooter in the moonlight when doing sentinel duty as upon the grave of the most noted gen eral of the war—Albert Sidney John ston, who fell at Shiloh; Leonidas Folk, who fell at Fine Mountain. Georgia; Jeb Stuart, the cavalry leader, who fell in Virginia; John Fulton Reyn olds. shot at Gettysburg; James Birds eye McFherson, killed at Atlanta, or George Armstrong Custer, who was scalped by the Indians a short time Sifter the close of the civil war, receiv ing the same meed of honor and the same floral tribute at the hands of their countrymen as the humble color besirer who when the regiment was re- treating rallied the men just before he was struck by a bullet and leaped up into the siir. crying. “Oh. my God: I’m gone!” and fell dead. Give a hero’s garland to the farmer boy who kissed his mother for the last time under the shadow of the apple tree when he went forth to die. “Greater love hath no man than this, that it man lay down his life for his friends." Every one of the dead heroes paid the greatest of al! sacrifices for his country. They gave their lives in order that others might live. And as wv. one and all, fellow countrymen, from the north, the east, the south and the west, kneel down to place the Memorial day flowers upon the graves of the boys in blue and of the toys in gray, may we swear before God by the altars of the dead that we will oppose with inflexible determination any one who will ever again try to stir up sec tional strife. The civil war Is dead. By the blood of our loved ones we swear It. The civil war is dead! By the northern regiments which followed Fitz-IIugh Lee and Joe Wheeler and the southern regiments that followed Law- ton and Merritt in the Spanish-Amer- ican war. when north and south fought side by side, we know it. The I.exMon of Meniorlirl Day. Then, as we kneel on Memorial day by the altars of the dead soldiers who fell upon our American battlefields, may we consecrate anew our lives to our country’s service. May we realize that when we s»*rve our I/ord and Mas ter best, then we serve best our nation. May the sorrow and the sadness, the sufferings and the deaths we this day comnu morate instil! in our hearts a profound love of peace and a deeper consecration to him whose name is the Frince of Fence. Let us labor to so disseminate the teachings of Jesus that war in the future shall become an im possibility. Then shall be only gospel peace. Then the American people will not only love the Lord their God with al! their hearts, but they shall love their neighbors ns themselves. Then the battles of the civil war shall be remembered as the sad result of dis sensions that are no longer settled by the sword, but are submitted to the arbitrament of the Prince of Fence. Then the glory of the Lord shall cover this land as the waters cover the sea. Then the red stripes of the American flag will not be the symbol of an earth ly carnage, but of a Saviour’s atone ment. Peace upon peace, like wave on wave. This is the portion that we crave: Peace like the river's gentle flow. Peace like the morning s silent glow, From day to day In love supplied, An endless and unebbtng tide. Peace flowing on without decrease From him who Is our Joy and peace; Peace through the night and through the day. Peace through all the windings of our way. In earthly toil which may not cease, A deep and everlasting peace. O King of Peace, this peace bestow Upon our country here below; Peace from the Father and the Son, Peace from the Spirit ail his own. peace that shall nevermore be lost. Of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. [Copyright, U<02. Louis Klopsch, N. Y.J rheapenlntc Carnations. “Do you know why carnations have fallen about 4<i per cent in priot in the last year or so?” asks a florist quoted by the Philadelphia Record. "It Isn’t because they are less popular—they are more popular than they ever were—but it is all on account of a little wire ma chine recently invenMl that costs about 3'y cents. This machine may be described as an automatic tree box of steel wire. It Is a couple of foot high and stands upon three logs. As soon as a carnation begins to grow It Is slipped within the machine, and tbereafter- ward It remains upright, for there is a series of rings that take hold of It nnd guide It in Its growth. Before the In vention of this device the majority of carnations spoiled because when they bc'-amo tall they fell over and the flow ers rotted in the dust. Now none of them spoils, and hence their present cheapness.’' . m • •• •’ -AC X FOURNIER ON OUR ROADS. V. hnt Ibe FnnioiiH Chauffeur Think* of Amorimn lllftlifrays. Henri Fournier, when asked recently w hat he thought of our roads, says the New York Journal, replied, “Bad.” He smlied and continued: “They are to be good in time. The chauffeurs will write and clamor iu a deafening accord. The municipalities will have to yield. Would you aid us! Here is one plan. "Instead of one mile races, which might be run on foot or on bicycles, call for automobile hundred mile races. Only these prove anything. They are run on varied roads, stone, sand, earth. "They traverse hills, valleys, bridges. They brave all sorts of weather. Ex act races similar to those of Paris- Amsterdam, Paris-Vienna, Paris-Ber- lin. Blessed are the roadmakers that madv them easy! “Roads are civilization itself. How did Rome conquer Gaul? By roads. The tribes in their forests imagined they were inaccessible. One morning * when they awoke and rubbed their eyes instead of a wall of foliage they saw a road. Rome was there.” "We have railways,” M. Fournier was told. “Alas!” he sighed. “They make of one a slave. To use them is to be in prison and a schedule’s convict. Neg lect the railways, and the roads will be better.” ILs eyes, blue and limpid, are amaz ingly alert. "1 have been a racer for fifteen years.” he replied to questions. "I love horses and hunt every year with them. Perhaps I have the sense of the road. It is not alf^instinctive. It may be developed. “1 like speed because It is intelli gent. Would you prefer to drive a slow horse on a crowded avenue? It is not trustworthy; it is not responsive. And. then, it calls for nothing bright in you. “Sp<ed stimulates ail your faculties. Oh. the beauty of the long country reads bordered by elms! At the bridges the automobile cuts their curves at a tangent, and you have the impression of Hying, and it takes your breath. The wagon regains the ground in an in stant. but you have lived long in that instant.” NEW USE FOR WEALTH. Gcorffe Could** Coneroo* Offer For Highway Improvemeut. Wh< n the gentlemen who are excep tionally favored in the matter of wealth come to look about them for the best medium by which their philanthropies can l»e made useful to their fellow men, we commend to them the example of Mr. George Gould, who has offered to bear one-third of the entire cost of the improvement of the public highways in the vicinity of Lakewood. Libraries and universities and hos pitals and churches are vastly bene ficial to our communities, and we trust the great philanthropy Involved in such gifts .as these will show no abatement in the future, says Harper's Weekly. Nevertheless, good roads are essential elements of the success of all of these, and the gentlemen of great wealth who regard themselves somewhat in the light of trustees for the proper admin istration of the fortunes their wisdom and energies have built up cannot find a better tie' I for their expenditures than in making these possible. A library of magnificent architecture and superbly equipped with the store* of learning set off in a forest would be of little avail were the paths lend ing thereto but trails and the highways hub deep with mud. The congregation at a sublime cathedral would be small indeed were the approaches built of mire or of sand, ami the beautiful phi lanthropy of the hospitals would go for naught if the avenues leading to their doors, through their unscientific con struction. but added to the pain of those brought thither to he cured. Hence we think that Mr. Gould’s offer is not only a generous one. but prompt ed by much wisdom. A good public road Is not only pleas ant to look upon and to ride over and in the manner of Its keeping an indi cation of good or hud government and therefore a useful lesson in civics, but, beyond all else. It Is also an auxiliary of such import to all other public ben efactions as to leave them practically worthless without it. Goo4 Road* In France. In France carriers' wagons make weekly and seinfweekly trips to the cities from towns thirty and even six ty miles distant. The tires of these ve hicles are usually wider than in Amer ica. Three or four inches is the av erage width, and there is a law forbid ding tires to be too nartow. One horse generally pulls what would be consid ered a good load for two in America, and the only limit to the load is reach ed when there is no space or corner left to stow any more burden. Not only do they load down the roofs of their wagons, but also hang huge bun dles upon the sides, and beneath the cart, between the wheels, swing ne many big baskets and boxes us they can stow in. The cart being loaded, the good man nnd Ids wife and one or two others climb In; then crack! crack! goes the everlasting whip in a succes sion of riflelike reports, and “Coeotte’* trots away with her gigantic load a* merrily as you please. The Farmer*' Heat laveatment. The extension of the rural delivery of mail is bringing the good roads ques tion borne to every farmer. The gov ernment Is perfectly willing to assume the ex|>< rise of free mull delivery o\<l good highways, but Is not ready t« build roads over which to carry till malls. Good roads throughout the country sic the best Investments tb< farmers can mug*.