AN ANTIDOTE TO CARE.
Think that the grass upon thy grave is green;
Think that thon seest thine own empty chair;
The empty garments thou wast wont to
wear,
The empty room where long thy haunt hath
bh en.
Think that the lawne, the meadow, and the
woud,
And mountain summit fael thy fest no mora,
Nur the loud thoroughfare, nor sounding
shore;
All mere blank space where thou thysalfhath
stood.
Amid this thonghbt-created silence say
To thy stripped soul, what am I now, and
where?
Then turn and face the petly, narrowing care
Which has been gnawing thee for many a
day,
And it will d'e as diosa wailing breeze
Lost in the solomn roar of bounding seas.
[James Sm«tham.
THE TOSIGIAN'S STORY.
Yes, I don't know but what the col-
onel is right; we see some very curious
things in this profession of ours. [am
often tempted to think that it would
count of a single day's experiences and
tell all he sees without adding even a
tinge of romance. First of all the very
variety of the life has a certain charm
for the uninitiated, who have an idea
that it must be delightful to be behind
the scenes in everything, as they like to
put it. As though it was always pleas-
ant to sec things stripped of all romance,
Now, it is right there that I take issue
with what the colonel has just said. It
is not well to have everything laid bare.
I would rather have some of the gilt left
on my gingerbread. I want a little ro-
mance in mine. I would like to go all
through life and have some of the illu-
sions of youth left when I get through;
and here I am not yet thirty, not by
several years, and the few ideals that |
managed to bring with me through col-
lege have been escaping ever since so
fast that I have haraly been able to see
them go. That's why I am tempted to
quit journalism—thanks, I mean the
newspaper business, of course. Now |
have a story to tell that illustrates the
point I am making. Talking is not much
in my line, however, and I have often
thought I ought to write what I have to
say. Still, if somebody will stand a mug
of ale, I'll tell it anyway. Thanks,
Judge, here's to you, and here goes,
Well, to begin with, I suppose you
boys all remember that feliow Harrington
who died a couple of weeks ago and had
such a big fuweral. The papers gave
a good deal of space to it at the time,
for his family amount to a good deal,
even if he didn't, peace to his ashes, He
was a pretty lively youth, and they do
say that the way he made the paternal
ducats fly was a caution to fathers, and
I've no doubt he has furnished the text
for many a sermon to wayward youth
since he left us. He seta fast pace and
every one knew he couldn't keep it up
long, but he had a good time while it
lasted. The wayl came to get onto his
story was a very natural one,
The day after he died our editor called
me into his room and told me he
wanted me to do the funeral and to give
it a good write up, you know.
‘‘He never did anything particular,”
remarked the man of the shears and paste
pot, ‘*but his father was a friend of the
governor's so | guess we can stand about
half a column if you can get it in early
enough. The ceremory is at 2 o'clock.
You ean write your stuff up 1n the organ
loft, and if you have one of the boys
come up there after your copy you
ought to be able to get a goud story
down in time for the second edition.
There's nothing on the book for you
this evening, so you needn't come back
to the office.” ;
It was a great show, and I flatter
mysell that we had a fairly good account
of it that afternoon. Pretty much all of
the West End was there, and I could
have filled a half column with the names
of prominent people in the congregation
if 1 had wanted to. ;
I was through my work and had my
work on its way to the office long before
the ceremony was over, but I stayed on
because [ wanted to see just how far the
minister would go in his remarks about
the departed brother. De mortuis and
the rest of it is all well enough, but I
think they carry it too far sometimes.
Then, you know, up at that church they
have an organist who can fairly make
that big organ of his talk, and ery, too,
when he feels that way; and I like noth-
ing better than to sit up there in the
loft when he is playing away so that he
fair]y forgets that there is anyone else in
the church. After the congregation is
all gone he sits there by the hour and
plays to himself as though it was his
only pleasure and solace in life,
He's a queer old chap. 1 don't supe
pose he ever had mueh fum out of life,
ut somehow I like him, and every time
I am sent up there 10 report the Bishop's
sermons, I make it a point to stay awhile
afterward with my old friend, I could
stay there for hours and hear him talk
to me with his music. There is hardly
ever anything lively or hopeful about
it, but it touches me in some sensitive
place, and makes me feel sure that there
some story in his life. If only one
could get at it. It would make a good
special, [ know, and I am going to try
to get it, sometime. He has no family,
of that 1 am certain, but somehow he
seems to take the greatest interest in
young people, and I've noticed that hs
always played b% best at weddings, He
does not often talk much, but that day,
after every one had I him start-
ed by mking him if he known uny-
thing about the young man who was
oad At first he did not scem inclined
to
in the scene to me. By the time he had
finished the church was almost dark, and
all the light there was came through the
stained glass windows and gave a melan-
choly tinge to it all. One ray from the
setting sun as it broke through the clouds
fell fair upon the old man’s head and
gilded his soow-white hair until he
looked almost young again. The lines
in his face seemed to fade away as he
talked along in his low, sweet voice,
For a time I almost forgot the reality of
| the world outside and was lost in the
enthusiasm and fervor of the old musi
cian’s story. [I can give you a pretty
good idea of what the old man said, for
time; I thought then that I would write
it up some time. But I haven't, It
would seem almost a sacrilege to treat his
ideal any less earnestly than he did, 1
couldn't write that sort of a story, any-
he told it to me.
» »* »- » * »
he is dead—poor boy—so full of life and
though it could not be.
{ I must have grown to love him more
{ than I knew. for now that he is dead, I
| feel indeed that I have lost a friend. Yet
I never knew him, never spoke to him.
' has gone so far into the past that it seems
as though I never had been young. He
wns a man of tha world, with
tired-out musician, living by adding what
little I ean to the pleasure of others? 1
| have looked upon Lis face for the last
| time,
{ him forth from this great church, where
| his friends were gathered together to
show as best they could the love and re
spect they bore h We heard
minister say those words of consolation
and hope, old, yet ever new, “I am the
resurrection and the life.” What more
could he have said?
i Nowall are
left alone up
{and the memories of other years that
| come flooding over me. The light from
those rich-colored windows is already
iy
afl,
gone and you and I are
it seemed to me as though her face had
lost some of its girlish frankness, She
had been too popular and the result was
she was spoiled,
He was very young, and a certain hon.
est boyish look in his face made him look
vounger than he was. As you probably
know yourself, he was better built for
books and works than for the ways of
society, but his pleasant manner and his
sincerity I suppose must have made him
hosts of friends.
And so they met. I remember it was
during an interval between the dances,
They were standing close to our corner
when a mutual friend went through that
curious formality that is necessary in a
i civilized society before any two of God's
ereatures may even recognize the fact of
| each other's existence. They stayed to-
{ gether tor an hour and it was evident
{ they liked each other very well
was but the first of many meetings. He
lost an opportunity of being with her,
I do not tuink she was ever in earnest:
perhaps she did not realize how far
along they were drifting with the tide,
{ At any rate it was not long until! it must
have been clear to the dullest
that he had lost his heart to her: and he
| was the sort of man to win or lose every-
thing. It may all be true enough that the
world loves a lover, but it's cqually trae
| that it hus but little sympathy and feel
{ing for a man who has given his all in
love and has received nothing in return.
No man dies of love nowadays, they say,
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
The Eminent Brooklyn Divine's Sun.
day Sermon.
Subject: “Helpful Churches.”
Text: “Send thee help from the sanclus
ary." Psalms xx., 2.
If you should ask fifty men what the chureh
is, they would give you finy different an-
swers. One man would say, “It is 8 conven.
tion of hypocrites.” Another, It is an as-
sembly of peoples who feel themselves a great
deal better than others,” Another, “Itisa
tions devour each other.” Another, “It isa
cant.” Another, “It is an arsenal whers
theologians go to get pikes and muskets and
shot.” Another, “It is an art gallery, wheres
men go to admire grand arches and ex juisite
fresco, and musical warble and Dan-
tesque In gloomy imagery.” Another man
would say, “It is the best plioe on earth sx-
copt my own home.” If | forget thee O
the
Now, my friends, whatever the church is,
what it ought to
homely, omnipotent
bez
great, practical, help,
The
body.
the upholstery ought to yield
voung; they just lived on and tried to
forget it,
One night late in the same winter |
saw them together at a great that
wis quite the event of the year. She
was the gayest of the gay, and no one
else was half so fair as she, with a great
red rose almost buried in the wealth of
! her dark hair, and another on the breast
of her white I watched them
| with a closer than usual that
night, but later on I missed them from
They were gone
some time, and then 1 saw them coming
in from the great conservatory beyond.
She had his but they wi not
ball
gown
attention
|r1G, ie
shadows give an added gloom to this
dreary place. Not one of all that crowd
that was so lately here ever gave a thought
to the old musician, and yet it seems to
me that I knew him better than any of
them. I knew his hopes and fears and
I knew what the sorrow was that spoiled
his life and made him glad to die
There was one other, but she learned it
when it was too late.
I saw her, too, to-day.
singer rang out rich and clear, bearing
aloft the words of that sweet hymn of
hope, “ And is this all 1” | felt somehow
that she was weeping and that she knew
it was not all,
I remember so well the first time that
I saw her. She was but a girl then, just
growing into womanhood, and | was one
of the musicians who played at the ball
given in honor of her first appearance in
society. Yes, she was what they call a
society girl, but she locked to me like
one who was able to lead aud not to fol
low others. Well born, rich and beaut
ful, life must have looked very fair to
her. 1 remember she was spoken of as
the most successful debutante of the sea
son. She was beautiful, of that there
was no doubt, with dark hair and eyes
that would start a man to improvising
wild and noble music, with passionate
{and tender strains, but with here and
there a jarring note, for there was some-
thing about her eyes that seemed out of
pisce—a proud, ambitious look that did
not become a young girl and that made
her look older than she really was, She
i was that sort of woman that might in
spire a man to noble deeds if she would,
| or else to wreck all beside rather than
to lose her; whom a man might love,
{ and, losing, die for. I knew that even
though I was but a lonely old musician
receptions and balls in the great world
ever give a thought to the musicians
sitting off by themselves and playing
for their pleasure. Do they ever realize
for a moment that we see all that goes on
about us and are the unseen audience of
many a farce and comedy and tragedy.
Many a ball room is the soene of events
that may make or mar a life, and we
musicians, left out of
screened, perhaps, behind flowers and
folinge, are often the closest and most
| interested spectators, A queer life is
| this of ours, going from house to house,
from reception to ballroom, playing our
{ no part. Yet we are always there. Dur
{ ing the gay season we may see the same
faces aguin and agwin, day after day,
| night after night, until we get to know
| them well. New faces come, familiar
| faces disappear from our view, yet many's
i the dne we follow with interest. We see
people meeting for the first time. They
talk idly for a while, dance together
and, perhaps, never see one another
iagain,. Or the following winter
| we see them together everywhere
i we go and, seeing une, we know right
well we will see the other not far away.
| Uoe can tell a great deal if one only sees
ia person's eye light up as if it sees a
| wished for face appear. That may be
all, or the friendship may ripen into
more. So the world wags, and so it
will continue to wag on long after my
fingers have lost their cunning and
grown stiff and cold,
How often have I played right merrily
at a young girl's first dance, and later on
played her wedding mach, or, per-
chance—and this is the saddest task of
all-~have played above her body music
hat she " 4 not hear Pa that would
ave sounded w an compared
to the sweet strains he perhcos
already bearing. Ah, me, what a deal
an man
e,” said the minister,
am wandering from his story.
It was in her second season that
look about his that was infinitely
sadder to me than tears. He slipped
sway later without being observed, and
[ saw him no more for many a day
So time passed on and they had well
nigh gone from my thoughts until one
night, a couple of years later, this old
church was brilliantly lighted and filled
with all the wealth and fashion of the
town, Itwas with a dull heart, however,
wed
t. It
eves
54
are righ
was her wedding and people
called it a wonderfully fine match, She
had come home to marry a foreigner of
rank and title she bad mt and won in
some European capital. It was a bril
lant affair, and many a young girl no
doubt that night envied her success,
As | piaved the old familiar strains of
he march, old, yet ever new for two
young hearts if they but beat in unison,
I turned part way round and watched
them coming down the aisle. They
made a handsome pair, he in his gor.
geous uniform with the jeweled decor
tions of his many orders pinned upon his
breast, and she well, she was radiant,
and she had that night a proud and sat
isfied smile that added to her grave and
beauty, if not to her sweetness,
Once 1 tho IR she gave a hasty glance
up into the organ loft, and as she did so
1 saw her face grow strangely white and
a look of pain « nto her eyes. It
was for a moment, h and then
it passed away as suddenly had
come
I turned once more to my keyboard,
and as 1 glasced around I caught a
hasty glimpse of a young man's figure
aod a sad, white face almost hidden
away among the paims that filled the or
gan loft, 1 koew then, and understood
it all
! Two years later she came back alone,
I saw her one bright spring raorning rid-
ing in the park. She was not in mourn-
ing, but looked tired and worried
and anything but a hapey woman. |
imagine she had not found life much to
her liking. Perhaps she had but herself
to blame for it, but was she any the less
to be pitied for that! She had done as
many another young girl has done, and
as they will continue to do through all
time. She had but lived up to the teach.
ings of her little world, and had made
i about as much out of her life as she had
been taught to do. A butterfly would
i do but poorly in harness, you know,
march id
tier kt
night,
3 es. ¥
ie
womanly
oar
me
awever,
as it
aha
{ her husband, but the other one. I heard
| that he had been off in the mountains in
{ the far west, working hard in that open,
| Mother Nature, and striving, 1 suppose,
to forget. Dut there are some 1 sts
{that will not be laid. To june the
| fact that he had nursed a poor sheep
herder through a long illness, and then
had fallen ili himself and had been vainly
| knocking at death's door for weeks, did
not altogether account for his pitiable
condition. It mey have done so with
the rest, but it is my opinion that he did
not care very much to live. And so I
was not much surprised last night when
| the old sgxton came to me and told me
that my services would be needed at the
church to-day.
She, too, was here, and I saw her, off
in un dark corner of the church, where no
one could have notice! that solitary
figure, clad all in black and at times
shaken by her silent emotion. Upon the
black covering of Je box above the
oung man's breast, I noticed two t
food red roses grea
You say that [ played with unusual
feeling to-day? Ab, but | was trying in
my own poor way to bring comfort to
one saddened heart and to tell to the two
that I knew and had pity. When she
came down the aisle just now, after all
the rest had left, I saw that she wore two
red roses on her breast. I think, per.
haps, he knows now and is happy.
. . . *
And that, boys, is the old musician's
story, just as he told it to me. You can
have it for what it is worth. At any rate,
it throws a new light on that young fel.
and who can say but what he
was right ? At least he saw the better
side, worse luck to me.~ [Washington
the women who can law.
hold up a train. —(New York Jou
everyday lle. The Rabbath ought to behare
nested 1o all the six days of the week, draw.
The church
visibly and mightily
affecting all the homes of the worshipers,
Every man gets roughly jostie, gets abused,
A Rots
out, gels insulted
By the time the Sabbath comes he has an
accumulation of six dave of ansovanse
that is a starveling chureh service wh
not strength enough to take tha acm
ad annoyance and hurl it into perditio
headachay
, BOG
Uren
engagements,
wishes he had tarried at home on the
lous
man wants oo ba oo
diverted, the
services oy fash r over t}
cane docks and Jeave him drippin
and glad heavenly emotion, §
from the sanctuary.’
In the first place, sanctuary |
ihe music,
vied off and
first ve of
gracion
#"
¥
A 8
gnt to
ment
to ston, fn i
make her
must sine. tr only
heavenly
hoarsal
exanust her
Nhe answered
praising
earth §
If 3
3 that gra
i
for music in heaven
i ani
at rahe
Werrs wf shes wiry»
We stmanm
are going to take pas #
tra, is 2 i} imme t We
and thrum They 1
Thalberz ar BATHE Ww
n or soert
hearse]
want not
expression, bu
Casi,
Now lann
lieve that if our
with full hea
Lit ensn
sing the sons
sacred WwWordlip wou
power than i has How
part Gf the sacred service
sacred
fashionab
n, I say, away with
tmok the
ional singing
wlody
fake away the dam and
3 their way to 1h sole
Whether it i= fashionabis 10
A
gre
sinaippl and
OW Grogs
§ ou on
dam,
hiliows
heart «
sing udly orn
sibio smphasis
Wo hear a great deal of the art
music as an eglertainment
let the
fot sing with all i
[ose
“%
! singing,
: of musie as a
sereation
ng ofm as a heip—a practiosl help,
rder to do this we must only have a few
ns, New lunes and new hymns every
poor congregational singing.
Fifty hymns are enough for fifty years. The
Episcopal Church prays the same prayers
every Sabbath, and year alter year
cantury after csntury. For that resson they
have hearty response, Lot us take a hint
fact, and Ist us sing the sace
songs Babbhath aff or Sabbath, On'y In that
Baa wa 200s to the fall 2 of this
exercise, Twenly thousand years will not
wear out the hymns of William Cowper and
Charlies Wesley and Isaac Watts
Suppose now each person in this audience
has brought all the annoyances of the last
365 days. Fill this room 10 the esiling wit
sacred song, aul you would drown out all
those annoyances of the 385 dave, and you
forever, Organ and
Let
the voles fall into line, and in companies, and
fi 143
Ge
sin of the world, If vou
yoursall, sing for others,
cannot sing for
By trying to give
to your own heart. When Loadonderry,
many years ago, the
down, with laughter and dee
Oh, yo who are high an | dry on the rosis
the calm
It we want to make ocurssives
must make others happy.
“Mythology tells us of Amphian, who played
his lyre until the mountains were moved and
the walls of Thebes arose, but religion has a
mightier story to tell of how Christian sony
may build whole temples of eternal joy and
lift the round earth into sympathy with the
skies, 1 tarried many nights in London, and
I used to hear the bells—the small bells of
the city strike the hour of night--one, two,
three, four, and alter they wers done strik
ing the hour of night, then the groat St
Paul's Cathedral would eome in to mark the
hours, making all the other sounds seem ut.
tarly insign
rome out into
Waters,
wa
feste Agunds of the world should be drowned
out in mighty tongue songregation
song beating against the gates of heaven,
Do you know how they mark the hours in
heaven? They have no clocks, as t
Don Juan won Lepants at twenty-five : Gro-
tins was Attorney General at twenty-four,
und I have noticed amid all classes of men
that some of the severest battles and the
toughest work comes before thirty. There.
fors we must have our sermons and our ex-
hortation in prayer moeting all sympathotic
with the young.
And so with these people further on in life,
What do thess doctors and lawyers and mer-
chants and mechanics care about the abstrace
tions of religion? What they want Is help to
bear the whimsiealitios of patients, the brow-
beating of legal opponents, the unfalrness of
customers, who have plenty of fault finding
for every imperfection of handiwork, but no
praise for twenty excellences, What does
that brain racked, hand blisterad man cars
for Zwingle's “Doctrine of Original Sin.” or
Augustine's “Anthropology?” You might as
well go to a man who has ths pleurisy and
ut on his side a plaster made out of Dr.
‘arr's “Treatise on Medical Jurisprudence.”
While all of a sermon may not be helpful
alike to all if it be a Christian sermon
reached by a Christian man, thers will be
wip for every one somewhere,
&n apothecary store, We see others being
waited on, We do not complain because we
do not Immediately get the medicine. We
know our turn will come alter awhile, And
80, while all parts of & sermon may not be
appropriate to our case, If we walt prayer-
fully before the sermon is through we shall
have the divine prescription. [say to theses
young men wio come here Babbath by Sab.
bath, and who are golug to preach the gos-
pol—these theological students—1 say to
them, we want in our sermons not more
metaphysics, nor mors imagination
mors logic, nor more profundity,
What we want in our sermons and Chris.
tian exhortations is more sympathy, When
Father Taylor preached In the Satlors’' Bethel
at Boston, the juck tars felt that they had
help for their duties among the ratlines and
forecast los, When Richard Weaver
the
land, all the workingmen feit they had more
for the spindles, When Dr. South
all the men who heard him felt prep
aration for their high station,
Again I remark that sanctusry help ought
to come through the prayers of all the peo-
pie of the sternal storshouse is
hung on one hinge-a gold hinge, the hing»
of prayer—and when the whole audience lay
it must come open, There
ple spending their first
mighty
The door
gars hera
iT
MANY pe
Many §
How will it
in that man's heart? Here
» have not been in church be.
ten yvemrs. What will your prayer
10 for them by rolling over their soul holy
yb
are people wh
¥
ple in evises of awful temp.
v are on the verges of despair or
ir theft or suicide, What
do for them this morn
nr ing
f giving them strength to resist?
chiefly anxious about the fit of
y your forehead
you be
racloric ol the pastor's
A thousand people will
is Jor me.” and at every
or chains ought to drop off,
yagnt to ¢ into dust,
siiverancs ought to brandish
in most yur churches we
rivers—the opening praver,
the and the
salle d
jrayer
ere are many people who spend the first
in arranging their apparel after en.
fd spend the prayer Lhe
no wishing It were through,
inst prayer in preparing fo
The most insignificant part
1% servioe is the sermon, The
Ortant paris are the Seriptural les
r. The sermon
sacnnd
t for home
f every religio
# img
2 and the pray i= only a
The Seripture lesson
man. Prayer is man talk
Oh, if wo understood the grand.
cur and the pathos of this exercise of prayer,
instead of being a dull exercise, we would
imagine that the room was full of diy and
an@eiic appearances
Bat, my Triends. the old style of shureh
itl not do the work, We might as well now
try to take all the passengers from New York
to Buffalo by stage coach, or all the passen-
gers from Albany to Buffalo by eanaiboat, or
to do all the battling of the world with bow
and arrow, as with the old style of churshto
meet the exigencies of this day. Unless the
church in our day will adapt itself to the
time it will become extinet, The people read.
ing newspapers and books all the week, in
alert, pleturesque and resounding style, will
have no patience with Sabbath bumdram.
We have no objections to bands and sur.
plice and all the paraphernalia of clerical
iffe, but these things make no impression
make no mores impression
masses of the people thas the
ness suit that you wear in Wall street,
talior cannot make a minister,
san
Be
ordinary busi
linen duster
shook earth
and in his
1 a sermon that
the saddiebags
proache
No new church, but a church
to be the asylum, the inspiration, the prac-
tical sympathy and the eternal hep of the
people,
But while half of the doors of the echursh
are to beset open toward this world the other
half of the doors of the church must be set
open toward the next. You and tarry here
only a brisf space. We want somebody to
tench us how to get out of this life at the
right time and in the right way, Some
fall out of life, some go stumbling out of life,
some go groaning out of life, some go curs-
ing out of life. We want to go singing, ris
ing, rejoicing, triumphing. We want half
the doors of the church set in that direc.
tion. Wewnnt hall the prayers that way,
half the sermons that way. We want to
know how to get ashore from the tumult of
this world into the land of everlasting peace,
We do not want to stand doubting and shiv.
ering when we go away from this world, We
want our anticipations aroused to the high.
est piteh.
6 want to have the exhilaration of a dy.
ing child in England, the father telling me
the story. When he sald to her, “Is the path
arrow?” she answered : “The path is nar.
row, It is so narrow thet I cannot walk arm
in arm with Christ, 80 Jesus goes ahead and
He says, ‘Mary, follow.’” Through thess
church gates set heavenward how many of
your friends and mine have gone? The last
time they were out of the house they came
to ehurch, The sarthly pilgrimage ended at
the pillar of public worship, and then they
marched out to a and ter assem.
Some of them were 0 old thay could
not walk without a cane or tvs eratches,
be a groat trae, twenty feet in cireumflerencs,
and the remains of It are there to this day.
M I hearer, when you have fought your last
battle with sin and death and hell, and they
have been routed in the conflict, it will be a
Joy worthy of celebration. You will fly to
the city and ery “Vietory!” and drop at the
feet of the Great King. Then the palm
branch of the earthly race will be planted, 10
become the outreaching tree of everlasting
rejoicing,
When shall these yes Th
And pesriy geies beholds
Thy tailwearks with ssivation strong
And strevis of shining gold!
emt ————
CABLE SPARKS,
Fraxce intends to send sn expedition to
Africa, r
A dynamite bomb was exploded in Pisa
Italy, causing great excitement in the city.
Drasovoss charged a mob of rioting French
mine strikers and twelve wen snd women
were injured,
A death occurred in Lambeth, a port of
London, which it 1s suspected was cansed by
Asiatic cholera.
Evinvruixa in Bio Janiero
restoration of the monarchy,
dispatches received in London.
Cincassiay brigands attacked a train In
the trans-Cauvcasion region and killed three
uasrds, An army pay chest was plundered,
A d.spatch from Tangier says that in view
Bpain bas with-
{ drawn her military attaches (rom the Bultan’s
{ court,
| Tux Matabele warriors are said to be con-
| fused by the advance being made against
them and they are falling back toward the
| Zambesi river
Hamsvno has established a censorship
over dispatches relating to cholera, In Bus-
| sis the disease sdems to be abating, though
{itis you severe,
A mall bout plying between Rasusay and
Eday, in the Orkney Islands, was upset in a
| squall and the two bostmen, & woman and
hildren were drowned,
Lixvrexasxt Horrsesres, who was tried
for having violated his oath of
| allegisnce Ly advocating socialist, was dis-
| charged by the court. Ihe charges against
| bim were held not to bave been proven.
| Tur opening of the Austrian Reichsrath
| was attended with a great socialist demon-
stration in Vieunas in favor of universal swufl-
| frage. Exciting scenes are expected. during
wing to the sttitude the
heasven-butl't walls
tends to the
according to
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{ of the fighting in Melia,
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her three «
in Gettuauy
the session « of
| Czechs,
Tur International Parliamentary Peace
League bas urged Mr. Gladstone intro.
{ duce a bill in Parliament pledging the Brit.
| ish government 10 favor the establishment
| of & permanent international court of arbitra-
i
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tion,
Nixz thousand miners returned to work in
{| Derbyrhire at the rale of wages prevailing
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! jubliant at the condition of affairs. In Lon-
{ don the price of coal bas fallen. Claims for
| a usting to £10,100 bave been
i presented against the county council for the
West Riding of York for property destroyed
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