The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, June 10, 1902, Image 6
TALMAGE I
SERMON
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By Rev.
PRANK DE WITT TAI.MAGE. D.D..
Pastor of Jefferson Park Presby
terian Church, Chicago
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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.
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