SEPARATION. There be many kinds of parting—yes, I There is no rising ere the birds have sung know, Their skyward songs, to Journey with the Some with fond grieving ey«9 that overflow, sun Some with brave hands that strengthen as Nor folded hands to show that life is done, they go; Ah 80, for life is young. Ah, yes, I know, I know. _ ... . . . There are no seas,no mountains rising wide, But there be partings harder still to tell, No centuries of absence to divide- That fall in silence like an evil spell, Just soul space, standing dally side by side; Without one of farewell— Ah, wiser to have died ! Ah yes, too hard to tell. . , „ . Bands still clasp hands, eyes still reflect There Is no claiming of one sacred kiss, their own: One token for the days when life shall miss Yet had one over universes flown, A spirit from the world of vanished bliss; 80 far each heart bath from the other grown, Ah no, not even this. Alone were I»*m alone. —Martha Gilbert Dickinson, in "Within the Hedge. 1 A SPRIG OF ROSEMARY. :1 > ■Z BY JULIA SCHAYER. T 3 : It was at the corner of Blank street and Broadway. An old woman was standing on the curb looking uncer tainly about ber —now at the endless chain of street cars, now into the faces ot the passers-by. She was a countrified old woman, stout and plain, yet with such goodness in her face, such simplicity, such all-em bracing human kindness, as to make it, for eyes that really see, lovely to look upon. It was a hot summer afternoon, and she was too warmly clad in dark, homely garments. Near ber feet on the curbstone was a large enamel stone satchel, with a robust cotton umbrella strapped to it. On her left arm hung a good-sized basket filled with growing plants—old-fashioned things seldom seen outside of farm house gardens. With her right hand incased in a gray cotton glove, she was fanning her heated face with a' corner of her black shawl. Her pleas ant gray eves wandered from face to fac9 of the hurrying throng, as if seek ing sympathy, but few gave her even a casual glance, and of those few only now and then one gave her a second look lit up with momentary curiosity or amusement. The woman was so obviously out of place!—as much so as au apple tree or a clump of cinnamon roses would have been. The guileless wistfulness of her bright old eyes pierced the hard crust of worldliness and conventionality and crept into their hearts, and more than oue was moved to ask the straug er if she ueeded help or information, [but the little crevice closed quickly; and they passed on. Ouly the look remained imprisoned iu their bosoms, aud they recalled that day things they bad not thought of for many a year. The woman had arrived on a noon train, expecting her nephew, William Henry Farner, to meet her at the sta tion. She had waited a long time for him; then, thinking her letter had miscarried, she decided togo to his house up town. She had been there before and knew how to reach it, but she was timid about going alone. William Henry was her only brother's child aud had grown up on a farm. He was a smart boy and had grown up into a smart man. He was a prosperous provision dealer iu New York now, married to a nice girl from bis own township, and living comfort ably in bis own house out Harlem way. Whenever there arose a domes tic emergency iu his family—and they arose with astonishing frequency- Aunt Abby caine onto nurse William Henry's wife. For that matter they would have liked to keep her with them all the time, but Auut Abby would uot leave ner homo—the home of her humble farming ancestors for several generations. She was essen tially of the soil, a country woman iu every fiber of her being. The city was to her a monster, splendid, but full of terror, whose glittering scales pained her eyes, whose incessaut roar hurt her ears, accustomed to the quiet fields and woods. Not for worlds would she live in the city. But she dearly loved William Henry and Lucilla and the children, and was glad to come and stay with them in emergencies like tlie one pending. Lucilla was a country girl, too, and loved the old place,and when Aunt Abby came in she always brought with her something from her old home. This time it was some plants for Lu cilla's window-garden from the place where William folks used to live. She had left a good deal of soil about the roots, and that made the basket very heavy. Her arm ached sorely, but she would not set the basket down for fear some one might tread on it or steal it when 6he was not looking, and she kept a sharp eye also 0:1 the black satchel. Aunt Abby read the papers, and her opinion of New York morals was not high. She began to feel very tired, and wished William Henry had not missed her, and wondered how she happened to leave her palm leaf fan on the train. "I'm gettiu' all bet up!" she said to herself, wearily. She had thought that she knew just which kind of a car to take to get to ber nephew's house, but they came along so fast and looked so much alike that she was getting doubtful. She was morally certain that, once 011 the wrong car, her doom was sealed. There was P9 knowing to what dread ful den she might be lured.robbed aud murdered, and no one would ever know what became of her. She had read of numbers of people disappear ing mysteriously that way. So she let car after car pass until she could feel quite, quite sure. When she ha 1 been standiug there Bome time in the hot sun a handsome coupe stopped near her, and an old gentleman stepped out. He was a fine looking old gentleman indeed, clean-shaven, rosy and somewhat pompous. His hair was silver white, and so were the heavy brows under which were eyes as hard and bright as polished steel; his mouth was the mouth of a man who loved pomp aud pleasure, but it was not altogether a cruel month. As he stepped onto the curb he noticed the womr.u stand ing there with her basket of country plants, looking vaguely about her, and fanning herself wearily with the black shawl. He had a quick sense of the pic turesque, this smooth-shaven old gen tlemau, and he was one of the few who looked a second time. His eyes softened a little, too. It was as if a breath of clover fields and orchards had been wafted to him by that bit of black shawl in the cotton-gloved hand. Some one in passing had broken off a spray from one of the plants, and it lay wilting on the hot curbstone. The gentleman stooped, picked it up aud carried it into his office in the great stone building on the corner. When he was seated at his desk it was still in his hand. He looked at it curious ly. It had large, oval, dull green leaves, delicately serrated; a pungent, wholesome odor rose from it, prevail ing over the other odors in the room —odors of Russia leather, of tobacco and of the street. The gentleman inhaled its fragrance long and deeply. "What is it?" he asked himself. "I seem to remember—ah, yes! I have it. It is—rosemary! Yes. That's what it is. Kosemafy!" The steely eyes sofiened still more, and fixed themselves like those of one hypnotized. The full, proud mouth grew tender. "There was a clump of rosemary in mother's garden," so ran his thoughts, "and near it was a great mat of clove-piuks. They bloomed in Juue. I cau sinell them now. There was a huge bush of southernwood there, too, and some tawny lilies, and spiderwort, and monk's-hood, and striped grass. Strange how the old names come back to me! The lilac bushes in the corner were like trees to me in those days. I used to sit under them and play at matching blades of grass with sister Mary, and wonder why her hauds were so white, aud why mother never let her work hard. I know now. She faded away and died, and there was ouly me left. I remember those Sundays in sum mer when I was not allowed to play or run about. How long they were and how, hot! Like today, but with such a difference! Mother always had a spray of rosemary and a pink folded in her handkerchief when we started for the meeting-house, aud some caraway-seed in her pocket, which she gave me now and then dur ing the service when she saw I was almost asleep. I ta6te them uow, and smell the rosemavy and the pinks, aud the pine odors coming in at the open window, and the varnish on the pews, all mingled together. And I hear the creaking of the women's fans, and the horses whinnying under the shed be hind the meeting-house, and the min ister's droning voice—how it all comes back to me! "Aud Abby—Abby Grover—her folks' pew was across from ours, aud I used to try my best to make her laugh in meeting, but I don't think I ever succeeded. She was a nice girl, Abby was. Not pretty, but with some thing about her that was better than beauty. And her eyes and hair were really lovely, I remember. "Abby generally wore a sprig of rosemary pinued to her dress when I went over to see her Sunday nights iu summer. That was after we grew up. We used to sit on the orchard wall and talk uutil the whippoorwills began crying, aud Abby's mother would come to the door and say the dew was falling and she guessed we better come in, "i fancy I did most of the talkiug, though, for Abby was one of your si lent, deep sort. I told her all my plaus for getting away from the farm aud making my fortune in the city. Aud she would listen patiently, though I must have been a terrible bore, aud look at me with her nice, clear eyes, and say, 'How ambitious you are, Joey!' auvoue calling me 'Joey' now! "And how proud she was of me when I began to get au in the world —and phe helped me, too, Abby did. She lent me her little savings from school teaching, and later ou when the farm came to her, she raised money on that to start me iu business. Is there anything a woman will not do for the man she loves?" At this point the color deepened on the old gentleman's forehead, and a deep breath like a sigh expanded his glistening shirt front. "Of course I paid her back every dollar with interest," went on his though's, "aud I meant to keep my promise of marriage, too, It w..s Abby herself who broke the engage ment, when she found out tLat I loved another girl better. It was the rurht I thing to do, certainly, and Abby al ways did tbe right thing. She did not seem to take it urnch to heart, either; but she never married. At least, I never heard that she did. It is 2-"> years or more since I saw the old place. There was nothing to draw me there after the old folks died. I wonder—l wonder what became of Abby! Dead, probably. She would be an old woman if she were living; not so very old either. She was two years younger thau I, aud I am not yet turned 65 " A clerk came in and laid a telegram on the desk. The old gentleman took it. The steely look came back to his eyes. The old woman in the blac't shawl was still standing on the street cor ner. She looked tired and anxious, and the plants in the basket had wilted sadly. The cars looked more alike than ever, and she did not dare to stop one. A policeman ou the othei corner had scowled at her unpleasant ly two or three timep, and Aunt Abbj felt almost ready to drop, what with the heat and the fatigue and the dread that the policeman might speak to her, and she be hopelessly diFgraced there by- Suddenly her face broke into a de lighted smile. A ruddy, youngish man came hurrying up to her. "Wall, there!" exclaimed Aunt Abby, as he shook hands with her and kissed her, nnd began asking question? and answering them all in the nauie breath. "Wall, there, now, William Henry, if that don't beat all!" Then she told how she had waited in the station and then on the street corner, until she was "all het up." and had left her palm-leaf fan on thq train, and wondered if the plants would come up again, and asked how Lucilln was, etc., etc. Meantime the man had picked tip the black satchel and the basket, and hurtled Aunt Abby good-naturedly into the car, and the two were gone. And the sprig of rosemary lay for gotten on the floor under the old gen tleman's feet Waverly. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. Artificial legs and arms are now so perfect that with them a man can walk, skate and even cycle. There is a story also of a man who, injuring his spine in a railway accident, was fitted with a steel casing for his back bone, and so enabled to walk and ride. The most expensive book ever pub lished is the official history of the civil war, which is now being issued by tbe United States government, at a cost up to date of 82,800,000. Of this amount nearly one-half has been paid for printing aud binding, tbe remainder to be accounted for iu sala ries, rent, stationery, and miscellane ous expenses, including the purchase of records from private individuals. It has taken ten years to complete this work, which consists of lIU vol umes. There is a famous restaurant in the town of Robinson Crusoe near Paris where rustic dining-buts are built far up on the limbs of each tree. For 50 years or more men aud womou have made excursions to this place and eaten in tbe trees like squirrels. One of the trees iB three-storied, the din ing-rooms and kitchens being con nected by stairways. A waiter is stationed on each floor and the food hauled up to him by means of a bas ket and rope. It is a novel experi ence to be eating away obove tbe world in this fashion. Kent county, Md., has a peach tree that is believed by State Entomologist W. G. Johnson to be the largost tree in the United States. The tree iB on tbe farm of Allen Harris, on Eastern Neck Island, and is of the Crawford variety. It has a full crop of peaches this year, and has never failed to bear a crop since it began growing. It measures 67 inches in circumference and 22 iuches iu diameter. Three of the limbs are 22 inches, 20 inches and B0 iuches in circumference, respect ively. It is seldom that the large trees are the best bearers, but the case of this Maryland giant proves to be an exception. Omaha has a man who has worn a woman's dress for twelve years. This is Mr. Henry Snel), and his home is a little cottage, surrounded with great tall cottonwood trees. A woman's dress is the only costume Mr. Snel! cau wear with any comfort. Five times in his life he has been overcome by heat. Added to this, he has a se vere case of rheumatism, which,added to Bright's disease, makes life misera ble for him. To wear trousers but toned up tight around the waist, and to put on the tightly fitting coat and vest, would be more than he could staud. So twelve years ago he donned woman's attire aud has worn it ever since. His outside gown is made on the principle of the hygienic one piece gowns worn by dress reformers. Ilow Horaes Are Blenched. One of the most interesting and novel schemes that is resorted to when it comes to "doctoring" up a horse for sale is "peroxiding." Horres just suitable for carriage work, save that they do not quite match in color, a-e now *\.be uioilly blundere l" to the tiut desired in the twinkling of an eye. A "peroxided horse" shows what has been done to him soon after his new owner takes him away, and frequently he nas to be "touch d up." This bleaching does not injure the horses any more than it does the average girl; but the chemically tinted coat seldom looks well when closely examined, tbe dark roots of the hair showing on careful inspection. Yet it deceives tbe average buyer, and so answers ita purpose.—Loudon Sport, DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. SuljMti The Divorce Question—Domestic Disorder* a Subject of National Im portance—Uniformity ul Divorce Laws In tbeJVarloas States Suggested. [Copyright, Louis Klorsch, 1899.1 Wabhisotom, D. C.—Dr. Talmage in this llscourse discusses a question of national Importance, which is confessedly ns diffi cult as it is urgent. Tbe text Is Matthew xlx., C, "What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder." That there are hundreds and thousands of Infelicitous homes in Amoriuu no one will doubt. If there were only one skeleton In tho closet, tbut might be locked up and abondoned, but In many a home there Is a skeleton in the ballwny aud a skeleton In ill the apartments. "Unhappily married" ire two words descriptive of many a home stead. It needs no orthodox minister to Erove to a badly mated pair that there is a ell. They are there now. Sometimes a grand and gracious woman will be thus in carcerated, and her life will be u cruci llxlon, as was tbe ease with Mrs. Slgour ney, the greut poetess and tbe great soul. Sometimes a consecrated man will bo united to a fury, as was John Wesley, or unltodto a vixen, as was John Milton. Sometimes and generally both parties are to blame, und Thomas Carlyle Is an Intolerable grumbler, nnd bis wife has a pungent re tort alwavs ready, and Froude, the histo rian, pledged to tell the plain truth, has to pull usldo the curtain from tbe lifelong squabble at Cralgenputtock and 5 Cheyne row. Some say that for the allevlntlon of all these domestic disorders of which we bear easy divorce is a good prescription. God sometimes authorizes divorce as certaluly us He authorizes marringe. I have just as much regard for one lawfully divorced as I have for one lawfully married. But you know and I know that wholesale divorce Is one of our national scourges. lam not surprised at tbls when I think of the influ ences which have been abroad militating against tbe marriage relation. For many years the platforms of the country rang with talk about a free love millennium. There were meetings of this kind held in tho Academy of Music, Brooklyn; Cooper Institute, New York; Tromont Temple, Boston, and all over the land. Some of the women who were most prominent in that movement have since been distinguished for great promiscuslty of affection. Popu lar themes for such occasions were the tyr anny of man, tbe oppression of tbe mar ringe relation, women's rights and the affinities. Prominent speakers were women with short curls and short dress and very long tongue, ever lastingly at war with God because they were created women, while on the plat form sat meok men with soft accent and cowed demeanor, apologetic for masculin ity nnd holding the pnrnsols while tbe termagant orators went on preaching tho gospel of froo love. That campaign of about twenty yours sot moro devl s into the marriage relation than will be exorcised in the next fifty. Men and women went home from such meetings so permanently con fused as to who wero their wives nnd hus bands that ttey never got out of the per plexity, and the criminal aud the civil courts tried to disentangle the Iliad of woes, nnd the one got alimony, and that one got n limited divorce, and this mother kept the children on condition that th-s father could sometimes come and look at them, and (these went Into poorhouses, and those went into an insane asylum, and those went Into dissolute public life, and all went to destruction. Tho mightiest war ever made against tbe marriage Institution was that frei lovo campaign, sometimes under one name und sometimes under an other. Auother influenco that lias warred upon the marriage relation has been polygamy in Utah. That Is a stereotyped caricature of the marriage relation nnd lias poisoned the whole land. You might as well think that you cun have an arm inn state of mor tification and yet tho whole body not lie sickened ns to have any Territories or States polygamlzod and yet the body of the nation not feel the putrefaction. Hear it, good men nnd women or America, that so long ago as 1*62 a law was pas3ed by Con gress forbidding polgnmy In tho Territories and in ull the places whore they had juris diction. Thirty-seven yenrn have passed along and nine administrations, yut not until the passage of tbe Edmunds law in 1882 was any active policy of polygamlo suppression adopted. Armed with all the power of government and having an army nt their disposal, the first brick bad not till then been'knocked from that fortress of lib ertinism. Every new President In his Inaug ural tickled that monster with the straw condemnation,and every Coneress stultified itself In proposing some plan that would not work. Polvgamy stood In Utah, and in other of the Territories more intrenched, more bmzen, more puissant, more brag gart and more Internal than at any tlnie In its history. James Buchanan, a much abused man ot his day. did more for the extirpation of this villainy than all the subsequent administrations dared to do up to 1882. Mr. Buchanan sent out an army, and, although It was halted In Its work, stilt be accomplished more than tbe subsequent administrations, which did nothing but talk, talk, talk. Even at tuls late day and with the Edmunds act in force the evil has not been wholly extirpated. Polygamy Id Utah, though outlawed, is still practiced in secret. It has warred aguinst the mar riage relation throughout the land. It Is Impossible to have such an awful sewer ot Iniquity sending up Its miasma, which is wafted by tho winds north, south, east and west, without the whole land being affected by It. "Now," say some, "wo admit all these evils, and the only way to clear them out or to correct them Is by easy divorce." Well, before we yield to thnt cry let us find out how easy It Is now. I hive looked over the laws of all tbe States, and I find thnt, while In some States it Is easier thau In others, in every State it is easy. The State of Illinois, through Its Legislature, recites a long list of proper causes for divorce nnd then closes up by giving to the courts the right to make a de cree of divorce In any case where they doom it expedlont. After that you are not surprisod at tbe announcement that in one year there wero 833 di vorces. If you want to know how easy It Is, you have only to look over the records of the States—ln Massachusetts, 600 di vorces in one year; in Maine, 478 in one year, In Connecticut, 401 divorces in one year; in the city of San Francisco, 333 divorces In oue year; In New England in one year, 2113 divorces, and in twenty years in New England, 20,- 000. Is that not easy enough? It the same ratio continues the ratio of multiplied di vorce and multiplied causes of divorce, wo are not far from the time when our courts will havo to set apart whole days for application, and all you will have to prove against u man will be that he left bis tilppors In tbe middle ot the floor; and all you will have to prove against a woman Will be that ber husband's overoont was buttonless. Cause of divorce doubled In a few years—doubled iu France, doubled iu England and doubled In the United Stater-, 'l'o show bow very easy It Is, I have to tell you that In Western Reserve, Ohio, the proportion of divorces to marriuges cele brated was In one year 1 to 11; in Rhode Island, 1to3; in Vermont, Ito 14. Is not that easy enough? I wnnt you to notice that frequency of divorce always goes along with the disso luteness of soclelv. Homo for 500 years had not one case ot divorce. Those were ber days of glory and virtue. Then the reigu of vice began, and divorce became •pidemlc. If you waut to know how rap idly the empire went down, ask Gibbon. Do you know how the reign of terror was introduced in Frn'ice? By 20,000 cases of divorce in one year in Paris. What we want la that the Congress o the United States move tor the changing ot the national constitution so that a lan ean be passed which shall be uniform al over the country and what shall be righl Id one State shall be right in ail tbe State* aod what is wrong in one State will be ! wrong In nli the States. How is it now! It a party In tbe marriage relation geti dissatisfied, it is only necessary to move tc another State to achieve liberation from the domestic tie, and divorce is effected sc easily that the first one party knows ot II Is by seeing It In the newspaper that Rev. Dr. Somebody a few days or weeks after ward Introduced into a new marriage rela tion a member of tbe household who went off on a pleasure excursion to Newport oi a business oxcursion to Chicago. Married at the bride's house; no cards. There are States of the Union which practically put a premium upoa the disintegration of the marriage relation, while there are othei States, like the State cf Now York, which has the pre-eminent idiocy of makiug mar riago lawful at twelve and fourteen years of age. The Congress of the United Stntes needs to move fcr a change'Of the national con stitution and then to appoint a committee —not made up of single gentlemen, but of men of families, and their families in Wash ington—who shall prepare a good, honest, righteous, comprehensive uniform law that will control everything from Sandy Hook to the Golden Gate. That will put an end to brokerages In marriages. That will send divorce lawyers into a decent business. That will set people agitated for mnny years ou the question of bow they shall get away from each other to planning how tliev can adjust themselves to the more or less unfavorable circumstances. More difficult divorce will put an estcp pal to a great extent upon marriage as a financial speculation. There are men who go Into the relation just us they go into Wall street to purchase shares. The fe male to be invited Into tho partnership of wedlook is utterly unnttractlve and Indis position a suppressed Vesuvius. Everybody knows it, but this masculine candidate for matrimonial orders, through the commer cial agency or through tbe county records, finds out how much estate Is to be in herited, and be calculates It. He thinks out bow long It will be before tbe old man will die and whether he can stand the re fractory temper until he does die, and then he enters the relation, for he Buys, "If I cannot stand it, then through the divorce law I will back out." That process Is go ing on all the time, and men enter Into the relation without any mornl principle, with out auy affection, and it is as much a mat ter of stock speculation as anything that was transacted yesterday In Union Paclflo, Wabash and Delawaro and Lackawanna. Now, suppose a man understood, as he ought to understand, that if he goes Into that relation there is no possibility of his wetting cut or no probability. He would bo more slow to put bis nook in the yoke, lie should say to himself, "Rather than a Caribbean whirlwind with n whole fleet of shipping In its arms, give me a zephyr off fields of sunshine and gardens of peace." Rigorous divorce law will also hinder women from the fatal mistake of marrying men to reform them. If a young man, by twenty-flve years of age or thirty years of age, have tho habit of strong drink fixed on him, be is as certainly bound for a drunkard's grave as that a train starting out from the Grand Central depot at 8 o'clock to-morrow morning is bound for Albany. The train may not roach Albany, for It may bo thrown from the track. Tho young nian may not reach a drunkard's grave, for something may throw htm off the Iron track of evil habit. But tho proba bility Is that the train that starts to-mor row morulng at 8 o'clock for Albany will get there, and the probability is that the young man who lias the habit of strong drink fixed on him before twenty-five or thirty years of age will arrive at a drunkard's crave. She knows he drinks, although he tries to hide it by chowlng cloves. Everybody knows ho drinks. Parents warn; neighbors and friends warn. She will marry him, she will reform lilin. If sho is unsuccess ful iu the experiment, why, theu, the di vorce law will emancipate her, because habitual drunkenness is a cause for di vorce In Indiana, Kentucky, Florida, Con necticut and neurly all the States. So the poor thing goes to tho altiir of sacrifice. If you will show mo the poverty struck streets in any city, I will show you the homes of the womou who married men to reform them. In one ease out of ten thou sand it may bo n successful experiment. I never saw the successful experiment. But have a rigorous divorce law, and that woman will say, "If I am affianced to that man, It Is for life, nnd It now, in the ardor of his young love and I tbe prize to be won, he will not give up bis cups, when ho has won tho prize surely ho will not give up his cups." And so that woman will say to the man: "No, sir; yon are already mar ried to the club, and you are married to that evil habit, aud so you are married twice, and you are a bigamist. Go!" Let me say to all young people, before you give your heart and hand in holy nl liauce, use all caution. Inquire outside as to habits, explore tho disposition, scrutin ize the taste, question the nuoestry aud ilud out the ambitions. Do not take the heroes aud heroines of cheap novels for a model. Do not put your lifetime happi ness in the keeping of a man who has a reputation of being a little loose in morals or in the keeping of a woman who dresses immodestly. Remember that, while good looks are a kludly gift of God, wrinkles ot accident may despoil them. Remember that Byron was no more celebrated for Ills beauty than for his depravity. Remember that Absalom's hair was not more splendid than bis b.iblls were despicable. Hear it! Hoar It! Tho only foundation for happy inarrlago that ever has been or ever will he Is good character. Ask the counsel of father aud mother in this most Important step of your life. They are good advisers. They aro the best friends you ever had. They made more sacrifices for you than any one else ever did. And let mo suy to those of you who are in happy married union, avoid ilrst quar rels; have no unexplained correspondence with former admirers; cultivate no sus picions; in a moment of bad temper do not rush out and tell the neighbors; do not let any of those gadabouts of society unload In your house their baggage of gab and tittle tattle: do not make It an Invariable rule to stand on your rights; learn how to apologize; do not be so proud or so stub born or so devilish that you will not make up. Remember that tho worst domestic misfortunes und most scandalous divorce cases started from little lnfelioltes. The whole piled up train of ten rail cars tele scoped and smashed at the foot of an em baukinont 100 feet down came to that ca tastrophe by getting two or three Inche3 off the track, gome of the greatest domes tic misfortunes and the widest resounding divorce cases havo started from little mis, understandings that were allowed togo on' ami goon until homo and respectability and religion and Immortal soul went down In tbe crash. Fellow citizens as well as fellow Chris tians, let us have a divine rage against anything that wars on the marriage state. Blessed Institution! Instead of two arms to flg'nt the battle ot life, four; instead of two eyes toscrutinize the path of life, four; Instead of two shoulders to lift the burden of life, four; twice the onergy, twice the courage, twice the holy ambition, twice tho probability of worldly success, twice the prospeots of heaven. Into that matri monial bower God fetches two souls. Out side the bower, room for all contentions, and all bickerings, and all controversies, but inside that bower thero is room fot only one guest—the angel of love. Lot that angel stnnd at tbe floral doorway oi this Edonic bower with drawn sword tc hew down the worst foe of tbut bower easy divorce. Aud for every paradise lost mny thero l>o a paradise regained. And after we quit our home here may wo hav» a brighter homo In heaven; at tho window! of which, this moment, are famillur faces watching for our arrival and wondering why so long we tarrv. A TEMPERANCE COLUMN. THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST IN MANY WAYS. Tim* to Lunch— Wo. Upon the Man Who Pot* the Battle to Hli 'Neighbor'* Month and Makes Htin Drunk—Llgtatei Load For the Man Wltli the Hoe. Now it Is noon, by the city hall clock; And my appetite true as the dial, Demands neither shtery, champagne not hock, To prepare my true palate for trial. The veering and rising and railing of stock Dulls the digestion of those who would buy all. The merchant? of Mammon would sell on the street, I want a trustworthy sandwich to eat. Strike out the gin, and the whisky and wine, And brandy, and leave me the clear cold water; I came not here to get drunk, but to dine, The thick, muddy claret reminds me o' slaughter; Its taste would destroy the taste that's divine, And make my neck swell as thlclt as the galtre Shells the neck of the suffering lowland Swede. Mutton chop or beefsteak and coffee ] need. Let the tablecloth be as white as the snow Like star 9 the silvery gleam of the castor, The knives and the forks and the spoouf aglow, Fit for an emperor or for an Astor; Drown with rich odors of coffee allow. The smell of the ale that brings only disaster. Qood landlord nnd waiter, please strike from the bill The names of the drinks from the vat and the still. —National Advocate. The Man With the Jug:. Mr. Markbam's poem, "The Man With the Hoe," has attracted much attention and elicited the sympathy of millions of tender hearts in favor of th<! farmer, and properly so, for he is "bowed with the weight of cen turies" and has "on his back the burden of the world." But who thinks of offering sympathy to the man with the jug? He too labors under a burden, sometimes be yond his strength, and falls out of sight and into an unhonored grave. The world looks upon the man with the jug as a common drunkard not worth at tention, much less respect, and turns the cold shoulder to him until he loses all self respect and gives up all hope of redemption, It is true that he is more tc blame for his condition than any one else and must an swer to God for his sin of selt-destruotion. But he (9 not alone to blame. Influences were brought to bear on him aud tempta tions placed in his way tbnt lured him to his ruin. If the appetite is hereditary, then the parents or remote ancestors must, in a measure, share the responsibility. II the appetite is the result of social environ ments, then those guilty of placing the temptation before the unfortunate man must bear the blame. In either case the victim is more to be pitied tliau scorned. Some of the most pitiable objects we have »ver seen were men utterly under the do minion of the jug. Though convinced of Jin, and the Una! ruin of thesoul, body and estate, of indulgence in strong drink, and struggling to be free, like a tawn in the (olds of au anaconda, they were perfectly helpless. Led away, it may be, in the be ginning, and blamable for yielding, in the end they were the unwilling victims of ap petite. It Is true no case is absolutely hopeless, because the Lord pledges Hlm jelf to help every struggling soul. But to got such ft soul, whose moral senses have been blunted by long indulgence, to see this and lay hold of the hope set before him, is the hardest kind of work, as every body knows who has had any observation. As long as human nature remains what it is, and facilities are afforded men to feed ihelr greed, the jug will be supplied with liquor, aud the great army of respectable irinkers will ba recruited, and in turn the grave will receive dead drunkards. There Is but one remedy. We can neither kill nor puuish the man with the jag, but we can take temptation out of his way. We jan break thejug. God pronounces a woe upon the man who puts the bottle to his neighbor's mouth and makes blm drunk. The curse must rest on all who are guilty, whether pareuts, or those who compose the community, or rule the State or Nation. Our Government Is such as to allow us to free ourselves from the curse If we will. The responsi bility rests upon the good people of our land. The man with the jug must be re lieved. Then the man with the hoe will have u lighter load to carry,—Northwest ern Advocate. Corner-stone Want*. Wanted, n better receipt for prosperity than a sober und Industrious people. Wanted, homes where the sights and sounds of the saloon will never come. Wauted, to kuow wheu Uncle Sara will grow tired of the burden of the saloon and throw it off. Wanted, by th« gin mills 100,000 bovs for the annual grist. Money is no object— £u«t have the boys. Wanted, to find a man who really thinks that the saloon is a good thing and the saloonkeeper a good man. Wanted, to know which has the stronger "pull" In securing temperance legislation, the ohureb or the saloon. Wanted, all men to know that the drink question will be settled just as soon as the voters say the word. Wanted, to know where the profit for the American people comes in investing money In the saloon where the expenses are many fold the reveuue. Dr. Norman Kerr. This eminent English physician, who made a special subject of inebriety in its many ramifications, died recently at Hast ings. He was an indefatigable worker and writer, his volumes, pamphlets and articles being voluminous. He was consulting phy sician to the Dalrymple Inebriates' Home, and took great Interest in the British Med ical Association. He was a very thorough going abstainer, and many of his state ments as to the uselessness of nlcohol will never be forgotten, as for instance: "A'l the alcohol in the world will not contri bute a drop of blood, a filament of nerve, a flbrllla of musole, a speculum of bone to th. human economy. On the contrary, there Is death in the cup, waste of strength, decay of substance, destruction of tissue, degradation of function, material death." Xln.t7 Per Cent. Kor Liquor. Oeneral Horatio 0. King, President of the New York State Board that has oontrol of the Soldlen' Heme at Bath, N. V., in an offlolai letter to Oovernor ltoosevelt, says that of the more than 9100,000 paid last year in pensions to the Inmates of that institution, "it is not an overestimate to state that at least ninety per cent, was spent lot Intoxicants." Pervert* Better InttlncU. "Alcohol intensifies man's sensual pro pensities and perverts his better in«tluctr. Imperceptibly and slowly poisoning and paralyzing the brain, It bluntsnnd destroys Its highest functions, the moral sentiment, and the free and delicate action of the will. It makes the man more animal and more gross, attacking the tissues of the body; it spoils and degrades the very germ of futurt fenerations." —Professor Forel, Medical uperlntendent of *he Government As\''in for the Insane at Zurich, Swltzerl* it an address delivered to the students . the universities at ChrUtlanin, Norway, and Upial*. Sweden.
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