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TALMAGE I SERMON « By Rev. PRANK DE WITT TAI.MAGE. D.D.. Pastor of Jefferson Park Presby terian Church, Chicago « —4 Cbi.-uso, June 8.—A pen picture of the lineaments of the divine face of . Oifi-st Is presented by Rev. Frank De Witt Taimage in this discourse on the l.ext II Corinthians iv. <>, “The face of Jesus Christ.’ Character is stamped upon the hu man face. By that 1 do not mean a good man necessarily has a beautiful face and a bad man a homely face. Some of the most sinful men have the handsomest faces. The morally cor rupt and evil minded Edward IV. of England had a face of such singular t>eauty that it became the idol of Lon don. When the king asked a rich lady for £10 to help carry on the war against France, she replied, "For thy comely face thou shall have twenty.” When .the king kissed her with his smiling •Bps, the rich old lady made the gift 1-10 instead of £20. On the other hand, some of the kindest and best men have facial features which shock •every artistic idea of harmonious pro- )>ortinns. But when I state that char acter can be read in the face 1 mean that if a man is a good man there is generally something in tin* smile <<f ins Bp, the glance of his eye. the wrinkles of his cheek, the set < f his jaw. which suggests that he is a good man. If a man is bad. there are telltale signs in the face which prove that lie is a bad man. By long anil hitter experience you have learned that the revealing power of the face is true. You have also learned that your wife can read the character in tin* human face a great deal better than her husband. When a younger man. you it seal to bring your friends hoi..e to spend the evening. After those friends bad gone you would turn and say. “My dear, how did you like Mr. So-and-soV" Your wife would answer: "I do not like him at all. He is not a man to be trusted. You had better beware and not get mixed up in any business dealings with that man. 1 do not like his face.” Or your wife would answer: “I like* that man. I wish you would invite him up again to the house. I like Ins aye and the curve of ids lip. 1 like ids face." In almost every case, as you found out later, your wife’s estimate of your friends* characters was right. Jibe Judged them by the face. After my father died 1 stayed alone with bis body for two nights. We were alone, as we often used to be when traveling around the world together. One night as 1 sat there by bis side i found myself speaking aloud. I was startled by the sound of my own voice •is 1 soliloquized. “No man could have had u face like that unless he was a good man.” My father had the index of his beautiful life stamped upon his face, even in the unconscious pose of death. I'letiirln^ I In* Divine Face. Now Haul declares that the glory of God was revealed to man in the face of Jesus Christ. As we have no au thentic picture of Jesus I would try to l>aint a word picture of the divine face by recounting some of Christ’s mental and spiritual characteristics. This was the method by which we obtained a picture of tuy brother after be was dead. For years before bis de mise be bad not been to a photog rapher. So after the fuueral we took to un artist all the pictures which my brother hud taken in Ins boyhood. We also took q hiek of his hair. We told the artist about my brother’s happy nature, told how the jokes which he perpetrated would he revealed in,his smile and laughing eye. We talked about Ids nature, so that the artist might paint that nature in the young man's face. Emperor William I. of Germany wanted an artist to paint the face of bis mother. Princess Louise, as she was in the prime of her physical beau ty. He took all the different pictures of the dead empress to the artist’s stu dio. 'j Here the royal son told that art ist the characteristics of his mother. From his verbal portraiture that artist painted th<* famous Ideal picture of Princess Louise descending the steps of her palace. May God help me to day to paint-aright the face of Jesus Christ! Jesus must have had an intelligent face. Phrenologists teach that the scat of the brain is under the dome of the skull. They assert that certain •characteristics of the brain can be read 4>y the contour of the skull, us a blind man with his fingers reads by the raised letters of tht Braille alphabet. But the intelligence of the brain can site traced in the face, ns well as upon “the top of the head, in the formation of the mouth as well as in the phreno logical charts mapped off upon the back of the skull. The thin lip of the Caucasian is entirely different from the thick lip of the African; tbedeepset eyes and overhanging brows of the •university scholar are totally different from the twinkling eyes and narrow frontal bones of the Australian aborig ines. Some men’s faces are so express ive that tvben they turn their keen eyes upon you they seem to bore a bole right Into the heart of your very be- Ung. If you try to deceive them, the look upou their faces reveals the fact that they know you are not telling the jruth. The Peuetratliiit Eye. Ormsby Mitchell, the astronomer, one day was making some dial observe- tlons. As the sun was setting a hill «even miles awny was focused by the cycloptan eye of the telescope. While I the astronomer was seated there in hit observatory he saw two boys stealing apples from an orchard which grew up on the top of that hill. So pome men's eyes are such intelligent, penetrative eyes that they seem to have been wutelling you even when you were miles away. Bayard Taylor relates a remarkable incident of the power of Daniel Web- | stcr’s eye and face. During the time when the senator from Massachusetts was being bitterly assailed in his own slate and abroad, in company with James Russell Lowell and a party of Harvard classmates Taylor went to a Boston meeting with the avowed in tention of interrupting Mr. Webster'^ speech and turning his remarks Into ridicule. “When Mr. Webster arose to speak,” wrote Bayard Taylor, “he turned his great eyes upon us students. As he did so he seemed to us to read our very thoughts. The intelligence of his face seemed to speak volumes, a I- ; though his lips had not yet parted. We college boys came to scoff. We dared not move, so subdued were we at tbo sight of that great lawyer's face.” Go with me where you will—into the studies of the great masters of the law. of literature, music, sculpture or the sciences—and almost without excep tion the intelligence of these mental giants has been made manifest in their facts. A Hugo, a Tennyson, a Dante, a Milton, a Luther, a Calvin—all prove by their physiognomy that this state ment is true. 80 Christ must have had an intelligent face. It was not. as some artists have painted it, the face of au impractical dreamer or of a fanatic or of an effeminate nonentity. His was the face of one who had a masterful mind. When we begin to study Christ's face, we are impressed with the con viction that his eye was an omniscient eye. that the brain back of that face was an omnipotent brain, that the ear was an all hearing ear. That face re vealed the fact that Christ knew all j from eternity past to eternity to come. | But what is more important to us per- j sonaily when we look upon Christ’s face is that \\*e intuitively feel Christ knows every thought and hope and deed of our lives. He knows what we have done and what we would have liked to do. As a little child, when I would be sent to bed for having done wrong. 1 : could see in the darkness of the bed room the face of Christ hovering over and watching me. 1 used to bury my | head in the pillow and cover myself up completely with the bedclothes, yet 1 .*ould not blot out that Christ face. A Sympathetic Face. Jesus Christ’s face was also a sym pathetic and forgiving face. How many men we have seen whose faces repre sent ■(! intelligent power, but without nierey —faces such as you could easily imagine a Robespierre might have had or a Frankenstein or any of the great 1 leaders of the inquisition! These were j the faces of men like Napoleon, who, i hearing a marshal of France after a ! bloody battle express regret over the j awful slaughter of human life, replied: j "(Mi. that is nothing, in order to make an omelet you must break a few eggs.” Those were the faces of men like ITince Xuwab, who drove 1KJ British prisoners into the Black Hole of Calcutta, a stilling room only eight een feet square, and left them there un til the misery of all but twenty-three was ended by suffocation. Those were the kind of faces that must have been possessed by men like Nana Sahib, the fiend of Cawnpur, and women like Catherine de’ Medici, the evil spirit of St. Bartholomew's massacre, w hen 000 French Huguenots were slain in one day, and by Deliliah, the betray er of a Samson, and Jezebel, the .de stroyer ot a Naboth. But all strong faces are not evil funs. Some of the strongest faces we have ever seen have been the sweetest and most magnanimous. These faces had a love attracting power for the be holders, like tl.e face of old Dr. I’lum- er. one of the strongest men the Amer ican pulpit ever produced. Dr. Plum- er's face was a sweet and tender and loving face, although one of the stron gest of faces. One day, as he was walking across a Pittsburg park, a lit tle child ran up to him and took his hand; then, looking up into that great, good face—a face that never had any bitterness against any one, but only forgiveness tbe child asked, ”1 say. mister, are you God?” So we must not think of Christ's face only as an intelligent face, a face of power, but also as a loving, sympa tbelle. forgiving face. We must think of him as having the same kind of a face your earthly father may have hud. Yoy remember when, in tbe past, you did what your father had for bidden, you came to his side and buried your face in bis lap and cried, “Father, will you forgive me?” Then you remember bow he took you up In his great, strong arms. What a sweet look came into his loving face! How his lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears as he said: "My boy, my dear little son, I was in hopes that you would come to me as you have done. My heart was nlipost breaking, my child, because you did wrong. But It was breaking the more because my little son did not come to bis father and ask to be forgiven." And then you found that the tears which tric kled down your cheek were not those which came from your eyes alone. Mingled with them were the tears which flowed from your earthly par ent’s eyes. Yes. our Christ’s face, al though a strong face, was a sympa thetic face. ForglveneM In Chrlat'a Face. And my Christ's face qiust have been a forgiving face because it was such an intelligent-face. He knows all that we have done and suffered. He also well knows how hard some of us have struggled in our own strength to do right. Me knows how we have grap pled each of us with bis own besetting sin. which we dare not tell to any hu mail ear. He knows—yes. he knows— how imiKMsible it Is for us to succeed in buttling that sin in our owu strength. So when we come to Christ to ask for help to resist the evil pres ent and to avert the evil future as well as to wipe out the evil past, oh, theu j the strong face of Christ becomes u ; tender, sympathetic, forgiving face. Our Saviour's eyes will fill with tears of joy. Our Saviour's lip will quiver, our Saviour's look will be one of par don and of unutterable love. Christ's face is a scarred face. “No, no,” says some one; “please do not tell me that my Christ’s face is a scarred face. I have always thought of Jesus' face as the most beautiful ever owned by man; I have always believed his face was as beautiful as the Christ face described in .he exquisite portrait carved upon an emerald by tbe order : of Tiberius Casar: 'His forehead was plain and very delicate; his face was without spot or wrinkle, beautified with i a lovely red; his nose and mouth were i so formed that nothing could be repre- bended; bis beard was thickish, in col or like his hair, not very long, hut forked; his look was innocent and ma- ture; his eyes were clear and quirk. He was a man for his singular beauty surpassing the children of men.’ ” But, my friends, that portrait of Christ's face which was carved upon the emerald by Ca*sar's order has been proved by the archaeologists to have been a description taken from a spuri ous tablet. It was a forgery and was not written until 200 years after Christ's death. So, in order to find whether or no Christ's face was a scar red face, we must turn to the words of the Bible. Was his forehead searred'i Oh, yes; the crueitiers plaited a crown of thorns upon his head. As the sharp thorns were driven into the white skin i the blood must have flowed; tin* skin must have been lacerated. Read from Isaiah lii, 14, “His visage was so mar- | red. more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men.” Turn to the fourteenth chapter of Mark, “Ami some began to spit on him and to cover his face and 1o buffet him and to say unto him. Prophesy, and the servants did strike him with the palms of their hands." After the agonies of the cru cifixion could Christ’s face be other than a scarred face? The Iteeoril of (he Sears. And Christ's face is a scarred face because it is the face of one who real ized tlie awful nature of sin. Though Christ could forgive us our sins by the | sacrifice of blood, yet he could not take away the punishment for sin. So he offered his own face to bo lacerated. 1 He offered bis lips to become parched and bleeding. He offered bis eyes to become glassy in death. Yet the scar red and disfigured face of Christ will be more beautiful to the redeemed spirits in the heavenly land than if those divine features were without spot or blemish. The scars upon his fact* will appeal to us in the same way that the wrinkles upon our mother’s fact* touched our hearts when she lay asleep in the casket. We looked at the wrin kles and said: “That wrinkle canit' when she took care of me while I was sick with diphtheria. This wrinkl • came when my brother died. That other wrinkle came when sdie was pre paring my clothes for college*. Yonder wrinkle came* the* night I was married and it ft home.” Therefore to ns ediil- dren those wrinkles wen* be*autiful he- <*anse they told the* story of her vicari- ; oils love and suffering. Ye*s, in heaven we want to se*e* our mother's wrinkles, that came as the battle scars of life* while fighting fe»r her children. In heaven we* also want to see the scarred face e»f Jesus, which sears were cut in- ! to his fair skin while suffering for our redomptiou. When Alexander the Great had his portrait painte*d, he made the artist represent him with his head resting upon his hand. The emperor diel this so that his forefinger might cover up a deep scar which was slashed into his right cheek by the sword of an enemy. But when the Bible paints for u* Christ’s face It does not cover up one of the divine sears. To the Christian the most beautiful parts of the divine face should be tbe places which reveal to us how Christ suffered and died that we might live. The scarred face of Christ Is an 11- ! lumined face. Have you ever seen a sad countenance light up with a smile? Have you ever heard a little child burst j forth into a laugh In the midst of a tit of crying—laugh when a tear is .\et glistening upon the wet cheek? Weil, j Christ’s face, though in one sense a sad i face, a scarred face, is yet an illumined face. It has joy in the eye. joy on the Up. joy in the cheek, joy everywhere, when one of his loved ones has been saved by tbe sacrifice of bis blood, j There is mote joy In that divine face over one sinner that ropenteth than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance. Illaiuined by Love. If Christ’s had not been au illumined face the little children would not have loved to run to him. Children are at tracted by a smile. They are afraid of tears. Yet everywhere, us Jesus’ smil ing face appears, we can hear the chil dren calling to one another: “Come, come! Here is Jesus! Come, come!” If Jesus’face was not an illiHiiined face, he could never have spoken such trium phant words us those which be spoke to him sick of the palsy. “Son. be of good cheer; thy sins are forgiven thee.” He | could never have spoken such words of commendation us those he si>oke in reference to the centurion. “Verily, 1 say unto you. 1 l'.«v<* not found so great faith, no. not In Israel.” And, O my brother, if our sins ore making the Sav iour’s face such i sad face and If our j repentance will make Christ’s face : such an illumined face, should we not be willing to brighten up our Saviour’s face since It has suffered so much? But the sweetest thought to me of all ! is that Christ’s is a face that vv.nts to be loved. Some portraits have au In describable something about them which proves that those faces crave affection. If the closed lips could speak, they would say: “I live for oth ers in order that others might live for me. I love in order that I can be loved. 1 suffer in order that others can be made happy. And, being happy, they can pour out their gratitude upon me.” 1 only awoke to the fact a few years ago that Christ's face was a face that wanted to be loved. 1 used to think that 1 must love Christ because Christ could and would save me if I asked him. But now i have learned to love him because he loves the and wants me to love him. He loves me with a love that passetb all understanding. But that love is incomplete unless I re spond to It and love as I am loved. Mr. Moody told a pathetic story how a short time after his father’s death his elder brother ran away from home. Then he described how his mother used to be continually watching for the return of the prodigal, how she would send the children every day down to the postoflice to find out if there were a letter from her absent boy. They would hear her praying at night for the return of her son. that ne might give her his love. Well, today Christ’s face is a face craving a flec tion. Are you ready to satisfy the cravings for affection which are pictured upon Christ's face? Are you willing to have your face stamped upon Christ’s heart? If you would, you cannot have your face there alone. There are many faces imprinted upon his heart, and yet all these faces blend into one. These faces, which are stamped upon the tender, living, forgiving heart of Christ, make a conq osite picture. When you graduated from college, the photographer made a composite pic ture of your class. lie took all the dif ferent ph tograjdss of the numbers and passed tLem rapidly l;ef re the camera's eye. Then t!u* rare ns ph- to graphs wt : < c**ui! d in a single pic ture. and that was caked the class por trait. So upon Cl.: si's b. art there is a composite picture. That composite port rail is made up < f y nr Christian mother's and fa-ber's fit".-, your Christian wife's and coiiu's faces: it is made fr : ■ !!.’* faces • f the Chris tian men and \v >...ea who have died in tile past and of those who arc living today. Will you have y ur face in this composite picture, which is inefface- aldy stamped upon the great heart of Christ? Divine Love X<»1 Blind. But, sad to relate, after all Christ has suffered and done for us, his face may bo a condemning face. Tbe di vine love may be great enough to sur pass all human understanding, yet the divine love is not blind. Tbe spirit of Gou will net always strive with man. In Ezekiel we read, “My face will I turn also from them.” Oh, the awful moment when Christ’s face, on account of our unrepented sins, shall become a condemning face! This is one charac teristic of Christ which all unrepentant sinners and some ministers preneliing in the sacred pulp'ts are trying not to see. But if Jesus is not to have a con demning face for the unrepentant sin ner how can you account f- r the para ble of the shepherd separating the sheep from the g< ats? There is going to come a day when Christ shall gath er before the judgm-mt scat of G d all the nations of the earth. Crash! eras!:! crash! will go every tombstone. The mausoleums shall rock and heave as the I’hilipp'an jail trembled during the night of I’aui’s an 1 Si'^s’ incarceration. Every gate and siab door w'H fly op n. The tall cemetery shafts shall tumble as d'd the walls of Jericho at the blast of the ram’s horn. The bodies of the sailors sleeping by tin* coral reefs, the emigrants who died when crossing the prairie, the arctic explorers buried un dcr the snow and ice, the missionaries who died upon the Kongo-they shall iiil come up. The dead which slept un der the dome of a Taj Mahal and the poor unknown patient who died in the comity hospital and whose body was buried in potter’s field shall come up. The bodies of the rich and the poor alike, the black and the white, the Jew and the gentile—they shall till come up. Then Christ shall separate this multi tude which is gathered before him as a shepherd separates bis sheep from the goats. Toward the sheep the Sav iour will turn a forgiving face, but toward the goats he shall turn a con demning fact* when he says, “Depart from me, ye cursed. Into everlasting fire.” If f'hrist Is not to have a condemning face to those who have not repented of their sins, how can you account for the scene in the parable of the ten vir gins? As we read that parable we see the five foolish virgins who had not prepared for the Bridegroom's coming standing without and puuuding upon the door of the banquet hall. We soon hear them crying: “Lord, Lord, oi>en unto us! Rut he answered and said. Verily I say unto you, I know you not." Two men shall be working in the fields; the one shall be taken and tbe other left. Two women shall he grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken and the other left. Two immortals shall be standing at the marriage altar; the one shall be taken and the other left. Oh, my friends. I beg and plead with you to look into the forgiving face of Christ while It is yet time! Do not let the Saviour’s face ever become to you a condemning face. When the apostate Julian was dying upon the field of battle, he looked up and saw the overhanging cross and the face of Jesus. Theu he cried, "Thou, O Galilean, thou hast at last con quered!” Shull we not one and all be conquered by the face of Jesus Christ- conquered not ns the Infidel was con quered. but conquered by the Christ love; conquered by our making com plete surrender to him of our lives, con quered by having our faces as his dls- clples engraved upon Christ's heart? [Copyright, 1902, Louis Kiopsch, N. Y.J ART OF CARICATUEE EVOLUTION AND INFLUENCE OF THE NEWSPAPER CARTOON. ANIMAL IMITATIVENESS. The Ancient GreeVa, Romans and Fo'ptians Lsed Grotesque Pictures to Fniyhubise Their Satire —Tke Eichleenlb Century Cruse. The story is told of an abbe of tbe seventeenth century who was as de formed iu figure as he was ridiculous in dress, and as sensitive about bis physical deformity as he was vain of his eccentric attire, that while serving mass one morning he observed a smile of contempt on the face of one of the courtiers present and determined to avenge himself by serving a process upon him for appearance iu court the following day. . The offender, M. de Lassou by name, knowing tbut things would go hard with him unless he could show some reason fur his mirth, made a hasty sketch of the hunchback abbe, exag gerating in size the six black caps and the waistcoats in which be was wont to appear, and when he was solemnly asked to show cause for his unseemly mirth and indignity to the holy church he suddenly displayed before his judges the caricature of the abbe as bis "ex cuse." The likeness was so excellent and the cartoon so grotesque that the entire court fell tp laughing, and the acc used was liberated without a repri- ma ud.. This is tbe first authentic case of tbe power of the cartoon in a hall of jus tice. but it illustrates tbe power of tbe pencil in depicting the follies of tbe foolish and the affectations of the arti ficial. There is no telling when the art of caricature began. There are a number of grotesques that have come down to us from earliest Egyptian times. The Greeks employed pictures to emphasize their satire, and so did tbe Romans. All through the mid lie ages there were numberless examples of “grotesque- ries” which, curioti ly enough, were used in enforcing the doctrines of the church by means of satirizing tbe devil. But the eighteenth century was the heyday of the cartoon. Beginning in France and overrunning into Holland and thence across the channel into England, the flood of cari caturists carried everything before it. and it is safe to say Unit we read tbe history of the times with clearer vision and with more accuracy of detail for the mirror which caricaturists held up to reflect tbe striking peculiarities of tbe men and events passing before it. Gautier mentions a Spanish cartoon ist. Francisco Gaya y Lucientes, a mix ture of Rembrandt. Watteau and Ra belais. who preceded the two great car icaturists of tin* latter half of the eighteenth century. George C’ruikshaul iu England and M. Charlet in France. Chariot is known as the father of mod ern social caricature and holds as good title to his position as does Rhilipau to that of the father of comic journalism. wii.h Le Charivari, the strongest paper of its kind. Then came Bunch in Eng land, which sliil retains its subtitle of tbe London Charivari, for years the faithful if not the most highly polished reflector of British life, l.'pon its staff John Leech, Richard Doyle. John Feu- niei. George du Maurier and a dozen men of lesser name kept Great Britain in good humor for two generations. It has been reserved for America, however, to bring forth a new race of caricaturists, which for lack of a better title may be called the personal car- toonis's. men who seize upon the char acteristics of au individual and so ex aggerate them that the subjects of the cartoons arc known by the most promi nent features In their physical, mental or moral makeup.* True there was one man in London a hundred years ago. Giiiray by name, who had this faculty of dissecting his subject until lie found his weakest point and the'll unmercifully pricking it with his drawing pencil, but with him the race died out. to be reincarnated iu America. Gillray was a close observer of people and events. He would sit iu !i:s publisher's window and wateh the fops of the court as they passed and fasten in his memory every feature by which a man would be recognized by bis acquaintances. He remembered ev ery story that related to tbe traits of character of those in the public eye, and the St. James street of 1SU0 is faithfully reproduced in his art. Per haps we Americans look at the droll side of life more than other peo ple. but certain it is we have more and | better cartoonists than elsewhere. The very quickness with which we see the point of u Joke demands equal facility in portraying drollery in a cartoon. We sketch boldly and leave much of the unnecessary detail to our slower cous ins. Then. too. our public events hap pen with such startling rapidity that a cartoon of yesterday’s doings would be flat today, and we must keep very much alive and be ready for a political change overnight In other words, the alert American must have depicted in bis cartoon the very traits of character that have made him what he is.- the quickest nud brightest of men.—Thomas Nast in ! New York News. How M Beicft r*» Do* Grows to Vo Like His Master. “One of the most curious traits to'be found in the animal nature,” said observant citizen, "is that which growsl out of the unconscious imitativeness of creatures of the lower order. 1 have observed many instances of where the creatures of a lower order have takeu on the characteristics iu some notice* able degree of members of the human family. One might know, for instance, the beggar's dog from the look of the dog, from the droop of the eye. the pa thetic hang of the lip and a certain gen eral air of despondency and hopeless ness which seems to speak !:i the very nature of the animal. 1 mention tbe beggar's dog because it is a familiar example. The beggar's dog never looks cheerful, never smiles, never frolics, but simply sits by bis master and broods and begs for whatever charity may give. “1 have s("*n the dog character mold* ed under happier influences, and th«j dog became more cheerful. He was light hearted, free and easy sort of, creature and seemed to get something of the sunnier side of things. I am al most tempted to say that if you will show me a man’s dog i will tell you what manner of man the owner is, with particular reference to tempera ment and his moods. The .melancholy man. the man who grovels mentally along the gloomier groves, the pessi mistic man who is always looking at the dark side of the picture, all the meq who come within these unhappy classi fications rarely own a cheerful dog. The dog unconsciously takes to the ( ways of the master and in his morals imitates the master's way of thinking. “But turn to the dog of the Jolly, cheerful fellow. Watch him show his teeth in laughter when the master ap- # proaches. He is darting across the yard and dancing and frisking around the master’s feet in the happiest way imaginable, and be is up to all kinds of pranks and does ail kinds of iatie tb't’gs to indicate the good nature that is in him. lie does as bis master does and set ms to take tin* same general view of life. These arc small things, I guess, but they show just how impor tant one's way of thinking may influ ence one’s dog and change his whole view of life."—New Orleans Tirnes- DemccraL The Cwmmon Tonsrue. Church—Are there many nationalities represented on your block ? Gotham—No. There’s only one tongue heard there. That's my wife’s.—You- kers Statesman. Tb* Land of His Birth. Higgins—So you are proud of the hind of your birth, eb? What did it ever do to he proud of? Wiggins—Wasn’t I born there?—Bos ton Transcript. PICKINGS FROM FICTION. Gh* sts went out with gas.—“The Pa gan's Cup.” It is only selfish people who cannot believe that they are selfish.—E. B.**’ Benson, "Scarlet and Hyssop.” The things men inherit are mostly weights, they must grow their owu wings.—“In White and Black.” Kings are great in the eyes of the people, but tbe people ire great In the eyes of God.—J. Hunlly McCarthy, “if I Were King.” One must love at least two women to appreciate either, and did the silly ereatr.n s but know it a rival becomes them 1 :e a patch.—Edith Wharton. “The Valley of Decision.” Men are singularly unoriginal when they make love or pray. Women 1 nd the Deity have been perpetually bear ing the same thing from the beginning of speech.—“Tbe Story of Eden.” A woman never does care for ber owu soul so much us she cares for the man she loves, but if she is good she cares for ber soul more than for ber happiness or even than for his happi ness.—“The Alien.” A Good Memory. When Theodore Roosevelt was gov ernor of New York, he was a great friend of the porters and employees of the New York Central. One morning he took the fi:lo train from Albany west, and as he entered the car be said to Adams, the colored porter: “Hello, porter! Y’ou here still?” “Yes, sir,” replied the porter, “and I’m going to stay here till you get to be president, and theu I want you to give me a job.” “I’ll go you!” promptly replied the governor, and, sure enough, when Gov ernor Roosevelt became president of the United States he surprised Adams by sending for him to go to work in Washington.—Schoolmaster. Whiit He Really Said. Mrs. Buffers—The teller at that bank says you are just tbe meanest, stin giest— Mr. Buffers—Great Scott! Wha— what Is that? He says— Mrs. Buffers-Well, he didn’t say it iu so many words, but that is what he meant, of course. Mr. Buffers—See here! What did tbe fellow say? Mrs. Buffers—He asked tue to indorse tbe ••heck, and when I told him 1 hadn't the ghost of au idea what he meant he said he presumed I hadn’t had much experience getting checks cashed, so there!—New York Weekly. The Book Agent. Agent—I have a book you should buy for your sou telling bow to become a politician, statesman, president of tbs United States, banker, broker— Mrs. Hennesy—G’wan! Did yer moth er buy wan for you?—Brooklyn Life. Appropriate Treatment. The Thoughtful Man—Whut would you recommend as treatment for s ma- who Is always going around with d poor m uth? The Funny Fellow—Send him to ft dentist—Yonkers Herald. History will show that the worst quarrels are between former friends and former lovers.—Atchison Globe. Grade* of Vounvneaa. Visitor (kindly)—How old are you, dear? Little Girl (with great dignity)—I’m not old at ail Granny’s old. but moth er's young, and daddy's young, aud 1'ui very young!—Bunch. J