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A full line of samples of the newest fabrics always on hand. |Have your clothing made in your own town where you can he sure of a fit. All work guaranteed. \ Give me a trial Clothing altered and remodeled. V. H. Robinson. Upstairs overSettlemyer building Calm age Sermon By Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage, D. D. Los Angeles, Cal., Nov, 20.—For the countless material blessings peculiar to this progressive age, as well as for the many spiritual blessings of our day, the preacher in this sermon gives ex pression to the nation’s thankfulness. The text is Ecclesiastes vil, 29, “They have sought out many inventions.” A new star has arisen in the artistic firmament. Meteorlike a new star has flashed its light over the western hori zon. A new star 1ms come to lead us down to the manger of Bethlehem of Judaea. What General Lew Wallace has done with the novelist’s pen young Byam Shaw is doing with the painter’s brush. The Indiana author and the young English artist, the latter born in Madras and educated In European studios, have both been bold, strong, powerful and independent Interpreters of religious themes. Lew Wallace's “Bou-IIur,” “The Prince of India” and ••The Boyhood of Christ” teach lessons similar to those of Byam Shaw’s “The Comforter,” “The Outcast” and “Nei ther Hath He Power In the Day of Death.” With the touch of true mas ters the iuspired novelist and the In spired artist both teach that the only true comforter in times of earthly trou ble is that Saviour whom we lovingly cull “Jesus, the Prince of Peace.” But, though Byam Shaw has painted many pictures, there is one, based upon the book of Ecclesiastes, which has specially impressed me. It is one il lustrating the theme of my text. The young artist iu his original way seems to open for us one of the rooms of the British museum. In the foreground of his picture he places a Londoner, a British aristocrat, dressed iu the height of fashion of the time of Disraeli. Then he seems to surround this man, clothed in kid gloves, silk hat and im maculate linen, with the mighty Brit ish library of over 2,000,000 volumes, In which are recorded the scientific and social triumphs of past ages. As you gaze on that picture, hi imagination you seem to hear the whistle of fac tory, the click of trowel, the signal of the railroad engine, and the hoarse voice of the great Cunarder’s fog horn sending her warning call among the mists of Newfoundland, and the ring ing of the telephone bell, and we seem to see the flash of the electric spark. Then, under this powerful picture with Its up to date Bible application, the young English artist has written the words of my text, “So this only have I found that God bath made men up right, but they have sought out many inventions.” Never did these Solomon ic words bum themselves Into my mind and heart more deeply than when I saw them in the brilliant colors of Byam Shaw’s strange and yet powerful and startling picture. > Modern Inventions. But when studying that picture I asked myself these questions: “Do all modern Inventions truly make men wretched and miserable, as King Solo mon Implies? Did King Solomon him self mean that all modern Inventions were bad? Of course the greater op portunities of life, which come through the revolving wheels of machinery and the concentration of capital, do nat urally offer greater opportunities for wicked men to do evil, but are all great Inventions agents of evil?” “No,” I answered. “As greater opportunities of life offer greater evils for wicked men, so greater opportunities of ma chinery and inventions afford greater opportunities of good for good men.” Thus on this Sabbath preceding our national Thanksgiving day I will cata logue some of the blessings which, In a good sense, come to good men from the sewing machine, the railroad, the factory, the telephone, the typewriter, the printing press and from all the other inventions that have made the past century the most remarkable, In a scientific sense, of all the ages. Most blessed of inventions, In the first place, those that deal with health, among which we class the sewerage pipes, by which a great city is kept pure and clean, and the great aque ducts through which It is supplied with life giving* water to drink. What Vlp- sanlus Agrlppa tried to do when he built the famous aqueduct of Nimes, which brought the water of the Foun tain D’Eure, twenty miles away, to the baths of Diana; what the Emperor Claudius did when he carried the water from the Alban bills down to the cap ital-of the Caesars, which aqueduct still bears bis name; wbat King Solo mon did when he built bis three fa tuous pools, ffom which reservoirs he carried the water by subterranean pas sages to the city of Jerusalem; what Tarqulnlus Priscus did 600 years be fore Christ when be built the famous canal Cloaca Maxima, the oldest and the most famous drainage canal In the world and which Is still used to carry the refuse out of the city of Rome to the Tiber, the great engineers on an enlarged scale ayo doing for our own cities. These engineers may not have tho title “M. D.” affixed to thehr names, but they are the greatest of all prevent ers of disease. Truly they have done their work well. Vaderarrou* Works. If you do not realize how well they have succeeded, then study under ground New York or Chicago or Phil adelphia or St. Louis or Boston. Mar velous, staggering, wonderful and al most Inconceivable are the sights yon there can witness. Some years ago ft was my privilege to see underground , New York being excavated for the great subway railroad. I have seen the noted Chicago drainage canal, built at the expense of many millions of dollars. My favorite walk when a student upon the banks of the Hudson ' was over the noted Croton aqueduct, through which the water was brought from over thirty miles away to quench the thirst of the 4,000,000 inhabitants of the metropolis. But, after all, the excavatious forx the New York un derground railroad impressed me more than all the engineering feats I ever saw. As I looked down into those big subways 1 always felt as though I were in an operating room and seeing the surgeon’s knife cutting Its way. Those excavations wcre»to me a vast laparotomic operation upon the great city of New York. There I could see hundreds of pipes running In every direction. Water pipes, sewer pipes, gas pipes were all there exposed to view. Those different pipes seemed to resemble the blood ! vessels and the alimentary canal of the human frame. They seemed more— they Seemed like the great long stems of lilies lifting tueir beads above tho foul water of a pond. These stems go down, down, down, until they grapple their anchorages, in the mud aud draw sustenance from the earth below. And so I could see these pipes, the sewer pipes and the fresh water pipes, run ning through the soil and rock ou which the city is built. They reached out uutil at last, as scaveugers, they emptied their refuse iuto the depths of the sea, or they reached out uutil, like the stems of the lilies, they gathered up life giviug strength from the far away Croton hills. On this Thanksgiv ing day let us one and all thank God for scientific drainage and sewerage and for pipes which bring to us pure water. Tbauk God for water with which we can cook, for pure water which we can drink aud for pure wa ter in which we cau bathe our bodies and cleause our garments and our homes. Water, water, pure water- thank God for the drinking water of the Thanksgiving table! But, while thanking God for the res ervoirs and the aqueducts and the pipe lines which bring to us pure water and the waste pipes which carry away the disease breeding refuse, shall we not thank him also for the marvelous ma chinery which puts upon our tables the best viands that the harvest fields and the orchard? afford? And when I speak of this machinery I am not only alluding to the reapers and the plows and the seed scatterers which we saw exhibited at the St. Louis and Portland world’s fairs, but I also allude to the wonderful freight cars and the huge Atlantic and Pacific steamers, with their refrigerators and cold storage plants, that bring to us the rarest and the. choicest of fruits and vegetables and animal meats and fish and bird meats and mollusks, no matter where they may grow or breathe the breath of life. Some people marvel at the mechan ism which makes It possible for the farmer to sow and reap fields of wheat hundreds and thousands of acres wide where their ancestors had only a few acres to a farm. ’Tls true, we must gaze in awe at the wonderful possibil ities of the modern farm through the miracles of modern machinery. Last summer while riding through the coun try I saw a great machine going over the prairie \vhere once the farmer went swinging bis scythe. This mar velous machine was called “a com bined harvester.” It was drawn by thirty-two horses, driven chariot-like, four abreast. That machine cut the wheat, thrashed the wheat, gathered the clean kernels into bags, sewed up the bags, threw them to one side and tossed the straw Into heaps. All this happened while the farmer was out taking his pleasure ride behind his thirty-two horses. Marvelous, marvel ous, wonderful, wonderful “combined harvester!” But the benefits which come to our table from “a combined harvester” are as nothing compared to those that come from the freight car and from the steamer. Sources of Food. Have you ever stopped to consider from how many various sources our food comes? I am nearing the coast of Sydney, Australia. I see alongside the railroad track great numbers of rab bits strung up. There are thousands and tens of thousands of them. I see the hillsides of New South Wales cov ered with sheep. I go to the wharfs, and there I find the great steamers be ing loaded with them. “What Is the good of taking these thousands of sheep aud rabbits to London?” I say to the captain. It will take you at least three or four weeks to sail there. That meat will then be malodorous and stenebful and sickening.” “No, no,” answers the captain. “That meat is being stored in refrigerators. By running liquid ammonia through the pipes and letting It evaporate we can make our own Ice on shipboard. That meat will be sold hi London markets as fresh as It is today.” By the wonderful cold storage system of freight car and of steamship we can today eat the choicest fruits of the east and the west and have the ten- derest of meats carried through the Red sea and Suez canal. The New Yorker can banquet upon California fruits, aud the inhabitants of San Fran cisco, watching the seals climbing over “Seal Rocks” in the Cliff House res taurant, may order his oysters brought from Maryland bay. Wonderful, won derful food provider is machinery! Machinery may bring, to us our Thanksgiving dinner, with caviare ship ped from Russia, and mollusks gath ered from Atlantic seashore, and fish caught off Florida coast, and bread made from Dakota wheatflelds, and Ohio turkey fattened on Michigan corn and stuffed with marvelous foreign dressings, and potatoes planted in Illi nois, and pumpkins fattened In New England, and mince pies concocted In New Jersey, and our coffee gathered In Java, and our bananas brought from Central America, and our almonds grown In Syria, and our oranges ship ped from California, and our olives sent from Italy, and our terrapin caught In Virginia, and our canvasback ducks shot in Chesapeake bay, and our cranberries grown near Kalamazoo, and our plum pudding and fruit cake, like the spices of the Egyptian mum mies, gathered from everywhere, and with their indigestible qualities ready to change us into mummies if we only give them a big enough chance, while as a cupola upon this many floored or many coursed Thanksgiving meal we lay ou the big, thick layer of richly flavored homemade ice cream from our own Jersey cow, without which our children consider no Thanksgiving din ner worihy the name. But I must stop describing the many different sources from which our Thanksgiving dinner comes, or else your hunger for material things will crowd out your desire for a spiritual Thanksgiving. Suffice to say the rail road track and the ocean greyhound as well as the wonderful modern reaper and mower of the farm are spreading for us a Thanksgiving banquet of which the Homans and the Greeks and the Hebrews or even our own ancestors of a hundred years ago in the wil iest flights of their imagination could n ver conceive or dream. No wonder all the menus or the bills of fare of all our large city restaurants are printed in a foreign language. Foreign lauds con tribute a great part to all American banquets. Thank God, Japan can fur nish Massachusetts her rlee as well as Louisiana her sugar and China her tea. A Striking Picture. But as I go aud study Byam Shaw’s picture and watch that crowded room of the British museum I see the men and women dressed in the most beau tiful of garmeuts. Of course these- gar ments are not iu up to date fashions. They are dressed as people dressed thirty years ago. When we say thirty years ago we instinctively know that the styles are old fashioned, for when we realize that every winter our moth ers and wives and daughters must have their clothes made over again completely or else they feel that they look ridiculously out of style, then we know that the garments of a quarter of a century ago must be out of style indeed. If our wives wore big sleeves in their dresses last winter, then they must wear very small sleeves now. If small bonnets were their headgear last spring, then this fall their hats must be shaped like a Mexican sombrero, for thus decrees Parisian style. And the average woman would sooner wear a convict’s garb than be out of style. But, though Byam Shaw’s characters were dressed In garments a quarter of a century old, yet, like our own clothes, they were all machine made garments. Hie linen came from the Belfast mills. The wools were woven not with a Pris cilla’s spinning wheel, but by the looms of the Manchester factory. The silks came from the silk mills, the kid gloves from the kid glove factories. The poke bonnets were made In the hat factories. The high silk hats, without which no British aristocrat feels that he is dress ed as a gentleman, also came from the hat factory. And when we go through oar own wardrobes we hear machinery humming one perpetual sentence: “I made you. I made you. I made you. I made the cloth of that coat. I made the cloth of that dress.* I made that underwear. I made those shoes and those hats and those gloves. I made you. I made you.” And why has ma chinery made all our clothes? For two reasons—first, because machinery can make our clothes much cheaper thau the human hand can make them; rea son the second, machinery can make those clothes much better and more suitable for comfort aud ease. “Oh,” says some cynic, “I do not see any benefit from machinery in regard to clothes. True, the sewing machine Is able to make six dresses for my wife where her grandmother had only one, but the difference between modern times and ancient times Is no difference in the amount of work done. My wife keeps saying always, T must have six dresses,’ so every time I come home from business she ueets me with a re quest for a new hat or a new coat or a new dress or a new pair of evening slippers, and for my part I would like to go back to the old times when wo men and men did not think or talk about dress. This talk about dress nearly drives me Insane.” Would you, my brother, like to go back to the old ways and not have the comforts of the modern machine made garments? Well, let me see how It fits In your case. Old Fashioned Clotkea. You say you like the old handmade" clothes, bard to make, but clothes which, after they were made, never wore out. How would you like your great-grandmother to knit for you a pair of stockings like those your great grandfather wore? You’ say these modern stockings are always getting holes In them. Yes, they are, but there was no danger of your grandfather’s stockings having boles in them. Why? They were made as thick as a b«xl- quilt. Then the beauty of them was that, like a modern Mother Hubbard dress, they would continually stretch and be made to fit any one, or, rather, they would never truly tit any one. Then you grumble about your wives and daughters always talking about dress. “Ob,” you say, “it Is dress, dress, dress from morning until night and from night until morning whenever the women get together.” But who Is prouder of his wife when she is dressed well than you? Are you hot a little more willing to go to Thanksgiving service when you are walking by her side and you think she has a prettier winter bat on than any other woman in the church? Do you not feel mightily humiliated when she does not keep her self neat and up to date? No. I for one do not want to go back to the old poetic times of the spinning wheel. I do not wish my wife to wear her wed ding trousseau, composed of one or two dresses and a shawl, made so strong that they will last for twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years, and then have her will them to her children and grhud- chlldreu as family relics. For my part, I thank God for the comforts of mod ern dress. I thank God that for a mere song the sewing machine and the big factory can give me light garments for summer and heavy garments for winter and brighten my Easter serv ice not only with the flowers of the held, but with new spring garments for both masculine and feminine. BenefltR of Improvement*. But, after discussing for a little while the benefits which machinery has giv en to us iu our eatiug aud drinkiug aud our sanitation aud In our wearing apparel, shall we stop there? Shall we not at least hint at the wonderful ben- j efits that have come to us from tele- i phone and telegraph and the modern newspapers and the lights by which we read In the evening hours, and from the typewriter, which has so lift ed the onerous burdens of professional | and mercantile life, aud the electric cars which for 5 cents make it possi ble for a business man to be in his of fice at half past 8 iu the morning and 1 yet take his evening meal In a subur- : ban home surrounded by flowers aud grass grown £ard, as well as by wife and childrens Shall we not thank God for the wonderful inventions of the biologist's laboratory, for the micro scope, the Roentgen rays and ail the wonderful means by which disease is being halted iu its onward march and driven back and by which the crooked limbs are made straight? Shall we not thank God for the wonderful system of street lamps we have, which makes midnight in a large city almost as bright as midday and which light is the greatest of all crime preventers? And, above all, shall we not thank God for our library shelves filled with books, cheap books, yet books ready to serve us when we stretch out our hands for them ? We are living iu a wonderful age. How wonderful it is not one of us cau truly grasp. I was never more im pressed with the rapid advancement of material blessings and of inventions than when reading rec^tly a synopsis of a lecture delivered by the late Bish op Clark of Rhode Island in 185r>. At that time there were no bicycles, no automobiles, no typewriting machines, no telephones, no Atlantic cables, no transcontinental railroad, no great steamship lines as we conceive them, no successful airships, no sleeping cars, no large office buildings, with their ele vators, and no electric cars. The title of this lecture was “The Next Fifty Years.” These are some of the prophe cies Bishop Clark then made: “We have made wonderful progress In traveling facilities during the last half century, but do you think improvement is going to stop there? Nay. Posterity will not be content to travel at the rilow rate of only thirty miles an hour, seated In these narrow cars, stifled with bad air and dirt. It costs no great effort to Imagine fifty years hence a splendid locomotive* with hotel, spacious par lors, dining rooms and dormitories, moving gt mly ns the bird flies over a road carpoied by turf and bordered by shade trees ami sweet shrubs from Boston to Sun Francisco In four days.” Have not the good bishop’s prophecies almost literally eome true? Shall we not soon leap the continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific in less than four days? Then Bishop Clark goes on and prophesies some of the wonderful In ventions that have come to pass in the electric world: “The electric battery, which now in some of our cities strikes the midnight hour, may be made at evening to light all of our street lamps at one flash, secure perfect uniformity of time In our public clocks and kindle a beacon on these dreary rocks in the sea, where human beings now endure a melancholy and dangerous solitude.” Bishop Clark from the celestial heights might see those electric lights shining today. Speak out, ye lonely islanders now in touch with mankind. Speak out! Then the good bishop goes on and de scribes the wonderful invention of the modern typewriter, to me one of the greatest labor saving machines iu the world. He continues: “There is an other invention which I for one would hail with exceeding Joy. It may seem absurd to predict that the time may come when It will not be customary to teach our chlldrenliow to write. It would have been thought Just as ab surd fifty years ago to have foretold that the boys of this generation would grow up not knowing how to make a pen. But that time Is going to come.” Thus in closing this sermon on this Thanksgiving Sabbath I would have us one and all, amid the great hum of fac tory and by the flash of electric spark, make this one prayer: “O God, make me thankful for the food I eat, for the clothing I wear and for the many, many blessings of Inventions round about me. Fill me with the holy de sire not to build for myself a bang ing garden of Babylon, but to be so blessed through the help of modern In vention that out of my abundance I may give to thee aud to thy children,” May this be the Thanksgiving prayer of every heart. Then Instead of ma terial wealth being the cause of our spiritual overthrow it will be"’tho means by which we ourselves may be lifted by lifting a hungry and a naked and a fallen race up toward God and heaven. Then, indeed, shall the desert blossom as the rose and tho barren places of the earth through the power of Inven tion be filled with the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea. Then will our Thanksgiving day be a glorious Thanksgiving day for those we love and for those whom we shall bless. [Copyright, 1906, by Louis Klopsoh.] Thousands Hare Kidney Trouble and Don’t Know it. How To Find Out. Fill a bottle or common glass with your water and let it stand twenty-four hours; a sediment or set tling Indicates an unhealthy condi tion of the kid neys; if it stains your linen It is evidence of kid ney trouble; too frequent desire to pass it or pain in the back is also convincing proof that the kidneys and blad der are out of order. What to Do. There is comfort in the knowledge so often expressed, that Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp- Root, the great kidney remedy fulfills every wish in curing rheumatism, min in the back, kidneys, liver, bladder anoevery part of the urinary passage. 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