DE. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "A Glorious Rest"—This World's
Wealth Can Give No Permanent Sat
isfaction—lt is Only in Heaven That
Surecuse From Sorrow Cornea.
TEXT: "Arise ye, nnd depart; for this is
cot your rest."—Micali 2: 10.
This was the drum-beat ol ft prophet
who wanted to rouse Ills people from their
oppressed nud sinful condition; but It may
hist ns properly be uttered now HS then.
Dells, by long exposure and much rinsing,
)o'_ their clearness of tone; but this rous
ing bell of the Gospel strikes In as clear a
tone as when it first rang on the air.
As far as 1 can see, your great want and
mine is rest. From the time wo enter life,
it great many vexations and annoyances
take after us. Wo have our holidays and
our seasons of recreation and quiet, but
where is the man in this world who has
iound entire rest? The fact is that God
did not make this world to rest in. A ship
■night as well go down ofT Cape Hatteras to
llnd smooth water as a man in this world
lo find quiet. From the way that God has
strewn the thorns, and hung the clouds,
nnd sharpened the tusks; from the colds
that distress us, and the heats that smite
us, and the pleurisies that stab us, and the
fevers that consume us, I know that He
did not make this world as a place to loiter
in. God does everything successfully; and
this world would be very different if It
were intended for us to lounge in. It does
right well for a few years. Indeed, it is
magnificent! Nothing but inllnite wisdom
nnd goodness could have mixed this bev
erage of water, or hung up these brackets
of stars, or trained these voices of rill,
nnd bird, and ocean—so that God lias but
to lift His hand, and the whole world
breaks forth into orchestra. But after all,
it is only the splondors of a king's high
way, over which we are to march onto
eternal conquests.
You and I have seen men who tried to
rest here. They bullded themselves great
stores. They gathered around them the
patronage of merchant princes. The voice
of their bid shook the money markets.
They bad stock in the most successful rail
roads. and in safe-deposit vaults great rolls
of Government securities. They had
emblazoned carriages, high-mettled steeds,
footmen, plate that coufounled lords and
senators who sat at their table, tapestry on
which floated the richest designs of foreign
looms, splendor of canvas on the walls, ex
quisitenessof music rising among pedestals
of bronze, and dropping, soft as light, on
mow of sculpture. Here let them rest.
X'ut back the embroidered curtain, and
bh*ke up the pillow of down. Turn out
the lights. It is eleveD o'clock at night.
Let slumber drop upon tho eyelids, and the
«ir float through the half-opened lattice,
drowsy with mid-summer perfume. Stand
back, all care, anxiety and trouble! But
no! thev will not stand back. They rattle
the lattice. They look under the canopy.
With rough touch they startle his pulses.
They cry out at twelve o'clock at night,
"Awake, man; how can you sleep when
things ate so uncertain? What about those
stocks? Hark to the tap of that flre-bell:
it is your district! How if you should die
soon? Awake, man! Think of it! Who
will get your property when ycu are gone?
What will they do with it? Wake up!
liiches sometimes take wings. How if you
should get ]K>or? Wake up!" Rising on
one elbow, the man of fortune looks out
into the darkness of the room, and wipes
the dampness from his forehead and says,
"Alas! For all this scene of wealth and
magnificence—no rest!"
1 passed down a street of a city with a
merchant. He knew all the finest houses
on the street. He said, "There is some
thing the matter in all these houses. In
that one it is conjugal infelicity. It that
one, a dissipated son. In that, a disso
lute father. In that, an Idiot child. In
that, th_ prospect of bankruptcy." This
world's wealth can give no permanent sat
isfaction. This is not your rest.
You and I have seen men try in another
direction. A man says, "If I could onlv
rise to such and such a place of renown; if
I could only gain tbat office; if I eould
oaly get the stand and have my senti
ments met with one good round of hand
clapping applause; if I could only write a
bote that would live, or make a speech
that would thrill, or do an aetiou that
would resound!" The tide turns in his
favor. His name is on ten thousand lips.
He fs bowed to. 6ought after and ad
vanced. Men drink his health at great
I dinners. At his flery words the multitudes
/ huzza! From galleries of beauty they
I throw garlands. From housetops as he
passes in long procession, they shake out
the national standards. Let him rest. It
is flleven o'clock at night. On pillows
stuffed with a nation's praise let him lie
down. Hush! all dlsturbant voices. Iu
his dream let there be hoisted a throne,
and across it march a coronation. Hush!
Hush!
"Wake up!" says a rough voice. "Politi
cal sentiment is changing. How If you
should lose this place of honor! Wake up!
The morning papers are to be full of de
nunciation. Hearken to the execrations
of those wh.i once caressed you. By to
morrow night there will be multitudes
sneering at the words which last night you
expected would be universally admired.
How can you sleep when everything de
pends upon the next turn of the great
tragedy? Up man! Off of this pillow!"
The man, with head yet hot from his last
oration, starts upsuddeniy, looks out upon
the night, but sees nothing except the
llowers, which lie upon his stand, or the
scroll from which he read his speech, or
the books from which he quoted his authori
ties, and goes to his desk to finish his neg
lected correspondence, or to pen an Indig
nant line to some reporter, or sketch the
plan of a public defense against the assaults
of the people. Happy when he got his first
lawyer's brief; exultant when he triumphed
over his first political rival; yet sitting on
the very top of all that this world offers of
praise, he exclaims: "No rest! no restl"
The very world that now applauds will
foon hiss. That world said of the great
Webster, "What a statement! What won
derful exposition of the Constitution! A
man fit for any positionl" That same
world said, after awhfle. "Down with him!
He is an office-seeker. He Is a sot. He Is
a libertine. Away with him!" And there
Is no peace for the man until be lays down
his broken heart In the grave at Marsh-
Held. While Charles Matthews was per
forming in London, before immense audi
ences, one day a worn-out and gloomy man
came into n doctor's shop, saying, "Doc
tor, what oan you do for me?" The doctor
i-xamined his easy and said, "My advice is
tliat you go and see Charles Matthews."
"Alas! Alas!" said the man,"l myself am
Charles Matthews." Jeffrey thought that
If ho could only be judge, that would be
the making If him; got to be judge, and
mrsed the day in which he was born.
Alexander wanted to submerge the world
with bis greatness; submerged it, and then
drank himself to death because he could
tiot stand the trouble. Burns thought he
would give everything if he could win tho
favor of courts nnd princes; won It, and
ainld the shouts of a great entertainment,
«"hen poets, nnd orators, and duchesses
were adoring his genius, wished that he
jould creep back into the obscurity in
which he dwelt on the day wten he wrote
of tho
"Daisy, wee modest, crimson-tipped
ltower."
:N:ipoleon wanted to make all Europe trem-
Me at his power; made it tremble, then
filed, his entire military achievements
dwindling down to a pair of military boots
which he Insisted on having on his feet
when dying. At Versailles I saw a picture
it Napoleon In his triumphs. I went Into
nnotber room and saw a buat of Napoleon
as he appeared at St. Helena; but oh, what
rrlef and anguish In the face the latter)
I'he first was Napoleon In triumph, the last
was Napoleon with his heart broken. Hon
they laughed and cried when silver-tongued
Sheridan, in the mid-day of prosperity,
harangued the people of Britain; and ho\4
they howled at and exeorated him when,
outside of the room where his corpse lay,
his creditors tried to get his miserable bonea
and sell them.
This world for rest? "Aha!" ory the
waters, "no rest here—we plunge to th«
sea." "Aha!" cry the mountains, "no rest
here—we crumble to the plain." "Alia!"
cry the towers, "no rest nere—we follow
Babylon, and Thebes, and Nineveh into the
dust." No rest for the flowers; they fade.
No rest for ttoe stars; they die. No rest for
man; he must work, toll, suffer, and slave.
Now, for what have I said all this? Just
to prepare you for the text* "Arise ye and
depart; for this Is not your rest." I am
going to make you a grand offer. Some of
you remember that when gold was discov
ered in California, Urge companies were
made up and started off to get their for
tune, and a year ago for the srißie purpose
hundreds dared tne cold of Alaska. To
day I want to make up a party for the land
of God. I hold in my hand a deod from the
Proprietor of the estate, In which He offers
to all who will join the company ten thou
sand shares of infinite value, in a city
whose streets are gold, whose harps are
gold, whose crowns are gold. You have
read of the Crusaders—how that many
thousands of them went to conquer the
Holy Sepulchre. I ask you to join a grand
er crusade—not for the purpose of conquer
ing the sepulchre of a dead Christ, but for
the purpose of reaching the throne of a
living Jesus. When an army Is to be mads
up, the recruiting officer examines the vol
unteers; he tests their eyeslnht; he sounds
their lungs; he measures their stature; they
must be just right, or they are rejected.
But there shall be no partiality in making
up this army of Christ. Whatever your
moral or physical stature, whatever your
dissipations, whatever your crimes, what
ever your weaknesses, I have a commis
sion from the Lord Almighty to make up
this regiment of redeemed BOUIS, and I
cry, "Arise ye, and depart; for this
is not your rest." Many of you have
lately joined this company, and my desire
is that you all may join It. Why not? You
know In your own hearts' experience that
what I have said about this world Is true—
that it is no place to rest in. There are
hundreds here weary—oh, how weary—
weary with sin; weary with trouble; weary
with bereavement. Some of you have been
pierced through and through. You carry
the scars of a score of conflicts, In which
you have bled at every pore; and you sigh,
"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove, that I
might fly away and be at restl" You have
taken the cup of this world's pleasures and
drunk It to the dregs, and still tho thirst
claws at your tongue, and the fever strikes
to your brain. You have chased Pleasure
through every valley, by every stream,
amid every brightness, nnd under every
shadow; but just at t'ue moment when you
were all ready to put your hand upon the
rosy, laughing sylph of the wood, she
turned upon you with tho glare of a (lend
and the eye of a satyr, her locks adders,
and her breath the chill damp of a grave.
Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to
silence the storm. No light to kindle the
darkness. No dry dock to repair the split
bulwark.
Thank God, I can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth, there
is rest in Heaven. Oh, ye who are worn
out with work, your lianas calloused, your
backs bent, your eyes hair put out, your
fingers worn with the needle, that in this
world vou may never lay down; ye dis
couraged ones, who have been waging a
hand-to-hand fight for bread; ye to whom
the night brings little rest and the morning
more drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand,
and the weary side, and the weary foot,
hears me talk about rest!
Look at that company of enthroned ones.
It cannot be that those bright ones ever
tolled? Yes! yes! These packed the Chi
nese tea-boxes, and through missionary In
struction escaped Into glory. These swelt
ered or Southern plantations, and ono
night, after the cotton-picking, went up as
white as if they had never l>een black.
Those died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet
factories, and these In Manchester mills;
those helped build the Pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day Christ
was bounded out of Jerusalem. No more
towers to build; Heaven Is done. No more
garments to weave; the robes are finished.
No more harvest to raise; the garners are
full. Oh, sons and daughters of toll! arise
ye and depnrt. for that is your rest.
Scoville McCallum, a boy of ray Sunday
school, while dying, said to his mother,
"Don't ery, but sing, sing:
"'There Is rest for tho weary.
There is rest for the weary.'
Then putting bis wasted hand over his
heart, lie said, "There is rest for me."
But there are some of you who want to
hear about the land where they never have
nny heart-breaks and no graves are dug.
Where are your father and mother? The
most of you are orpbnns. I look around,
and where I see one man who has parents
living I see ten who are orphans. Where
are your children? Where I see one family
circle tbat is unbroken, I see three or four
that have been desolated. One lamb gone
out of this fold; one flower plucked from
that garland; one golden link broken'from
tbat chain; here a bright light put out,
and there another, and yonder another.
With such griefs how are you to rest? Will
thtfre ever be a power that can attune that
silent voice or kindle the lustre of that
closeS eye, or put spring and dance Into
that little foot? When we bank up the dust
over the dead, is thesodneverto be broken?
Is the cemetery to hear no sound but the
tire of the hearse wheel, or the tap of the
hell at the gate as the long processions
come in with their awful burdens of
grief? Is the bottom of the grave gravel and
the top dust? No! no! no! The tomb is only
a plftce where we wrap our robes about us
for a pleasant nap on our way home. The
swellings of Jordan will only wash off the
dust of the way. From the topokf the grave
we catch a glimpse of the towers glinted
with the sun that never sets.
into that rest how many loved ones have
gone! Some put down the work of mid
life, feeling they could hardly be spared
from the store or shop for a day, but are
to be spared from It forever. Some went
In old age. One came tottering on his staff,
and used to sit at the foot of the pulpit,
his wrinkled face radiant with the light
that falls from the throne of God. Another
having lived n life of Christian consistency
here, ever busy with kindnesses for her
children, her heart full of that meek and
quiet spirit that is in the sight of God of
great price, suddenly her countenance was
transfigured, and the gate was opened, and
she took her place amid that great cloud
of witnesses that hover about the throne!
Glorious consolation! They are not
dead. You cannot make me believe they
are dead. They have only moved on.
With more love than that wltn whioh they
greeted us on earth, watch us from
their high place, and their"voices cheer us
in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits
blessed! now that ye have passed the flood
and won the crown. With wearv feet we
press up the shining way, until in everlast
ing reunion wo shall meet again. Ohl
won't it be grand when, our conflicts done
and our partings over, we shall clasp
hunds, and cry out, "This Is Heaven?"
By the thrones of your departed kindred,
by their gentle hearts, and the tenderness
and love with which they call you from the
>kies, I beg you start on the high road to
heaven. In the everlasting rest may we
all meet.
One of the old writers wished he could
have seeu three things: Rome in its pros
perity; Paul preaching; Christ In the body.
I have three wishes: First—To see Christ
In glory, sur.-ounded by His redeemed.
Second—To see Christ in glory, surrounded
by His redeemed. Third —To see Christ la
glory, surrounded by His redeemed.
When on my new fledged wings I rise, 1
To tread those shores beyond the skies,
I'll run through every golden street,
And ask each blissful soul I meet—
Where is the God whose praise ve sing?
'Ol lead me. stranger, to your King.
A TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST
IN MANY WAYS.
Conquer Yourself-- Alcoholism the 8co —ze
of France—lt* Effects Upon the Peo
ple's Social Life—lnsanity and Crime
Ave on the Increase.
it's no use to grumble and sigh,
It's no use to worry and fret,
It's useless to groan or to cry,
Or fling yourself down in a pet.
You'll never be wise or be great.
If you bluster like bees when they
swnrm;
'Tis folly your woes to berate,
And pitch like a ship in a storm.
Don't get in a tantrum and shout
When obstacles rise In your path.
And don't—let me beg of you—pout,
By way of displaying your wruth;
Don't butt out your brains just to spite
Some fancied injustice of Fate,
For time will set everything right,
Ii you only have patience to wait.
The blustering wind cannot chill
The lake, though he ruffles its face.
But the frost, with Its presence so still,
Locks it fast in a silent embrace.
So you may win same beyond price,
Anil conquer the world with its pelf.
If you will only heed this advice,
And first learn to conquer yourself.
Alcoholism In France.
Tho baneful Influence of drunkenness on
the people of France is vividly portrayed
in the following extract from a book pub
lished a few years ago by a close student
of social conditions in that country. The
author savs:
"The gruat dark cloud on the horizon Is
alcoholism. Doubtless its Influence is felt
on all classes of society; but it is, above all,
the scourge of the people. It is a scourge
of recent date [ln France], one that has
appeared In the last thirty or forty years.
Alcoholism is a cosmopolite. It can be
assigned to no native land. It has become
acclimated a little everywhere. Since
through heredity It line entered the blood
and marrow of the people, and has spread
ullko in country and city, it has alarmed,
first, physicians and lawyers, and, little by
little, all thinkers. The race Is stricken in
a vital spot. Hospitals. Insane asylums,
a id prisons give dally evidence of Its prog
ress." In some countries it is easier to
count those who are not than those who
are addicted to alcoholism. Add to this
that what is now drunk is radically differ
ent from whnt was drunk in old times. It
is not in the domain of ideas only that our
age has discovered fraud. Its material as
well as its moral sustenance Is poisoned.
The future is poisoned, and coming gen
erations are doomed to blight, insanity and
crime. The consequences of alcoholism
economic, hygienic, moral, political and
social—can never be calculated. Of nine
tenths of the ruin, disease, accidents,
crimes, fanaticism and popular disturb
ances we can truly exclaim, 'The cause is
alcohol.'
"Alcoholism ravages the youth of tho
people to a frightful extent. There is
hardly a form of amusement without It.
It disturbs and destroys healthful pleas
ures; It prevents physical culture; it
neutralizes the effects of social meetings
where good fellowship and relaxation are
sought. Every meeting, every excursion,
no matter whnt Its object, runs the risk
of ending in a drinking bout. Manners
become coarse, and talk and songs brutal.
What hope can there be In the future for a
youth given over to alcohol? A demo
cracy rests on the good sense of the people,
on the wisdom and energy of Its citizens,
on the spirit of order, cf work, of economy.
For all these things one can tremble as
long as absinthe and brandy [favorite
drinks in France) gain ground. They are
the barbarians In our midst."—Sacred
Heart Review.
The Cost of One Drlnlt.
Some men are so made that the mere
taste of liquor will kindle in them a raging
thirst for more.
A doctor and his friend were once talk
ing together In front of a saloon when a
master mechanic, a manof amiable and ex
cellent character, a first-class workman,
full of business, with an interesting family,
respected by everybody, and bidding fair
to be one of the leading men of the city,
came up to them and laughingly said:
■"Well, I have just done what I never did
before in my life."
. "Ah, what was that?"
"Why, Mr. has owned me a bill fur
work for a long time and I dunned him for
the money till I was tired, but a minute
agol caught him out here, and asked him
for the money. 'Well,' he said, 'l'll pay
it to you if you'll step in here and get a
drink with me.' 'No,' said I, *1 never
drink—never drank in my life.' 'Well,' lie
replied, 'do as you please; if you won't
drink with me,l won't pay your bill—tliat'j
all!' But I told him I could not do that.
However, finding he would not pay tlie
bill, rather than lose the money, I just
went in and got the drink." And he
laughed at the strange occurrence as he
concluded.
As soon as he had finished the story, the
physician's companion, an old, discreet,
shrewd man, turned to him, and in a most
impressive tone, said:
"Sir, that was the dearest drink that ever
crossed your Hps, and the worst bill you
ever collected."
And terribly did time verify that predic
tion. In less than twelve months he was a
confirmed, disgraced sot, a vagabond in
society, a curse to those who loved him, u
loathing and a shame wherever he went.
At last he died a horrible death in an in
firmary from a disease produced solely by
intoxication.
Temperance a Physiological Necessity.
The influence of all drugs which affect
the nervous system must be in the diree :
tion of disintegration. The healthy mind
stands in clear and normal relations with
nature. It feels pain as pain. It feels ao
tion as pleasure. The drug which con
ceals pain or gives false pleasure when
pleasure does not exist forces a lie upon
the nervous system. The drug which dis
poses to reverie rather than to work, which
makes us feel woli when we are not well,
destroyes the sanity of life. All stimu
lants, narcotics, tonics which affect the
nervous system in whatever way reduce
the truthfulness of sensation, thought, and
action. Toward insanity all such influences
lead; and their effect, slight though it be,
is of the same nature as mania. The man
who would see clearly, think truthfully,
and act effectively must avoid them all.
Emergency aside, be can not safely force
upon bis nervous system even the smallest
falsehood. And here liesthe one great un
answerable argument for total abstinence;
not abstinence from alcohol alone, but
from all nerve poisons and emotionul ex
cesses.—Professor D. S. Jordan, In The
Topular Science Monthly.
Temperance News and Notes.
Temperance ii tho handmaid of religion.
There are evils other than drink. But
drink is the evil that opens the door for <
many others.
Were the disposition to Indulge in "treat
ing" eliminated, the drink problem would
be less serious.
Under present conditions of life In this
country, liquor is the most persistent and
insidious foe of the home.
Read temperance literature. Let the
children be educated on the subject. Life's
problem Is for them later on. If they be
temperate they will have a better chance
of reaching the right solution.
The saloon is sometimes called the
"working man's club." The name fits
closely in some ways. Many of the men
seen coming out of saloons look as though
somebody had been clubbing them pretty
effectually. .
The Campflre.
"Men build fires in various places
to eook their coftee by or to make
themselves warm or for company's
sake," said a Civil War veteran, "and
any fire is likely to be more or less a
gathering point, but I suppose that
ihe fire to which the name of camp
fire properly belongs, the campflre of
song and story, is the cook's fire at
the end of the company street; built
on the ground, under a pole supported
at the ends by crotohed sticks driven
in the earth, and from which the camp
kettles are suspended. This was the
gathering point of the company.
"Men did not always staud about
the campflre, it depended upon cir
cumstances and on the weather. They
met here, of course, at meal times,'
and there were times when men would
stand around the fire and smoke and
talk. And then it might be that the
men would keep their tents, playing
cards, or smoking there, or mending
their clothes, or polishing up their ac
coutrements. So that there were
times when the fire was quite desert
ed, or when, perhaps, there might be
seen there a solitary figure, a man
who had come to light bis pipe.
"But though it might be deserted
the fire still burned. Sometimes on
cold and windy nights the wind
would blow it about and scatter it,
and sometimes, when it was no longer
attended, the rain would put it out,
black, but there was usually a living
fire there by day and a bed of embers
by night, and here was the soldier's
hearthstone. —Now York Sun.
Not Good For tlie Boys.
The officer shook his head.
"I think," he said, "that sweets of
that sort are not good for the boys.
That kind of a diet gets them out of
condition. Of course, we are very
grateful to you for remembering us,
but I really think it would be a seri
ous mistake to let the boys have them."
"But what shall I do with all that I
have brought them?" asked the visitor
to the camp.
"Um—well—ah—er you might
leave it at the officers' quarters, you
know."—Chicago Post.
A Strange Stream.
One of the strangest streams in the
world is in East Africa. It flows in
the direction of the sea, but never
reaches it. Just north of the equator,
and when only a few miles from the
Indian Ocean, it flows into a desert,
where it suddenly and completely dis
appears.
Her Name Won't Be Mud.
A Missouri belle named Mudd is to
marry a man named Clay. That shows
she is progressive, anyhow.
A Startled Mother.
From the Freeport (III.) Bulletin.
Whilo busy at work ia her home, Mrs.
(Villlam Shay, corner of Taylor and Han
sock Avenues, Freeport, 111., was startled
by hearing a noise just behind her.
Turning
quickly she (jjk I i _
saw creeping
toward her
her four-yenr- (ffif J/,4 |
old daughter, IY
Beatrice. Tin in -ILf"' I
child Y\ !
over the _
with an effort W wk
but seemed £ II /53CV
(tiled with joy 112 I
at finding her I U
mother. The 1 V-t*
rest of th en
best P °to?<f in M, s - sha, J Startled.
the mother's own words. Bhe said:
"On the 28th of Kept., 189 C, while in the
bloom of health. Beatrice was suddenly
and severely afflicted with spinal menin
gitis. titrong and vigorous before, in Ave
weeks she became feeble and suffered from
a paralytic stroke which twisted her head
back to the side and made it Impossible
for her to move a limb. Her speech, how
ever, was not affected. We called in our
family doctor, one of the most experienced
and successful practitioners in the city.
•He considered the case a very grave one.
Before long little Beatrice was compelled
to weara plaster parts jaoket. Prominent
physicians were consultod, electric bat
teries were applied, but no benefit was no
ticed until we tried Dr. Williams' Pink Pills.
"Busy in my kitchen one afternoon I was
startled by the cry of 'Mamma' from little
Beatrice who was creeping towards mo. I
had placed her on an improvised bed in the
parlor comfortably close to the fireside
and given her some books and playthings.
She became tired of waiting for me to come
back and made up her mind to go to me,
so her story, 'My Pink Pills made me
walk,' which she tells everyone who comos
to our house, was then for the first time
verified. She has walked ever since. She
has now taken about nine boxes ot the
pills and her pale and pinched face has
been growing rosy, and her limbs gained
strength day by day. She sleeps all night
long now, while before taking the pills she
could rest but a few hours at a time." Dr.
Williams' Pink Pills tor Pale People are
sold by all druggists.
There is such a variety of climate in
Costa Rica that one oan have* anything he
likes by going a few miles north or south
from a given point.
Benty la Blood Deep.
Clean blood means a clean skin. No
beauty without it. Cascarets, Candy Cathar
tic clean your blood and keep it clean, by
stirring up the lazy liver and driving all im
purities from the body. Begin to-day to
banish pimples, boils, blotches, blackheads,
and that sickly bilious complexion by taking
Cascarets,—beauty for ten cents. All drug
gists, satisfaction guaranteed, 10c, 25c, 50c.
It is computed that a hundredweight ol
lead Is fired for every man killed in battle
PPlso's Cure for Consumption relieves th»
most obstinate coughs.—Rev. D. BUCHJICEL
LED, Lexi ngton.M 0.. February 24, 1894.
Aberdeen terriers are driving out all
other fashionable pet dogs in London.
To Cars Constipation Farcrir.
Take Cascarets Candy Cathartic 10c or !8a
If C C. C. fall to cure, druggists refund money.
A silk factory in which only women are
employed has been opened in a suburb of
London.
Mrs. Winslow'sSoothing Syrup forchlldren
teething, softens the gums, reduces Inflamma
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25c.a bottle.
Jaipur is a state with an area of 14,465
square miles, and a population of ovol
2,600,000, chiefly Hindus.
Edneate Yonr Bowels With Case* rote.
.Candy Cathartic, cure constipation forever.
tOo.Ste. If C. C. C. fall, druggists refund money.
In February, 1865, cranberries sold at
wholesale in Mew York at 940 per barrel.
I Maybe the grocer is "just out of Ivory I
Soap but has another just as good." No |
i i other soap is just as good. Insist that he I
ii get Ivory Soap for you. §
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adway's
Pills
Purelv vegetable, mild and reliable. Cans# Per
fect Digestion, complete absorption and nealtnrui
regularity. For the cure of all disorders of tne
Stcfliach, Liver, Bowels, Kidneys, Bladder, Nervous
Diseases.
LOSS OF APPETITE,
SICK HEADACHE,
INDIGESTION,
DIZZY FEELINGS,
FEMALE COMPLAINTS,
BILIOUSNESS,
DYSPEPSIA.
PERFECT DIGESTION will be accomi lished by
taking Radway's HJls. By their ANTI-BILIOUS
properties they stimulate the liver in tne secretion
of the bile and its discharge through the biliary
ducts. These pills in doses from two to four will
quickly regulate the action of the liver and free the
patient from these disorders. One or two of Rad
way'B Pills, taken dally by those subject to bilious
Kins and torpidity of the liver, will keep the sys
u regular and secure healthy digestion.
Price 25c. per Box. Sold by all Drngclata.
RAOWAT ft CO.
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