REV. DR. TALMACE The Eminent Brooklyn Divina's Sun- day Sermon. Subjeet: “The Snivitnnl Confliets of Life" Trxr: “And Jacob was l:ft alone, and there wrestled a man with him until the reak- ing of the day. And when he saw that he pres vailed not against him he touched the hol. thigh was oul of joint as he wrestled woith him, And he said, Lot me go, for the day breaketh, And he said, Iwill not lot thee gn excep! thow bless me, "Genesis xxxil., 24-26, The dust arose from a traveling herd of eattle and sheep and goats and camels, They are the present that Jacob sends to gain the good will of his offended brother, That night Jacob balls by the brook Jabbok, But there is no rest for the weary man, no shining ladder to let the angels down into his dream, but a flerce combat, that lasts until the morn- ing, with an unknown visitor. They each try to throw the other, Tho unknown visit- or, to reveal his superior power, by a touch wrenches Jacob's thigh bone from its socket, perhaps maiming him for lite, As on the morning sky the clusters of purple cloud be- gin to tipan Jacob sews it is an angel with whom he has been contending, and not one ot his brother's coadjutors, “Lest me go," cries the angel, lifting himsel! up into in- creasing light, “The day breaketh I" You see, in the first place, that Gol allows good people sometimes to get into a terrible struggle, Jacob wns a wool man, but here he is loft alone in the midnight te wrestle with a tremendous influsncs by the brook Jabbok, For Joseph, a pit; for Daniel, a wild beast den , for David, dethronement and exile; for John the Baptist, a wilderness diet and the executioners nx, for Peter, a prison ; for Paul, shipwrook ; for John, dese ate Patmos; for Vashti, most insulting orusity ; for Josephine, banishment ; for Mrs, ated mob ; drowning surges of the sea; for Mr. Burns, the buffeting of the Montreal popaiacs ; for John Brown, of Edinburgh, the pistol shot of Lord Claverbouse ; scaffold ; for Latimer, the stake: for Christ, the cross, For whom the rocks, the gibbets, the guillotines, the thumbser«ws? Fe sons and daughters of the Lord mighty, former, ‘‘The worid is against you.” “Then,” he replied, *‘I am against the world.” God tian has bis struggle. This man had combat in Wall street; this one on Broad street ; this one on Fulton street ; this one on Chestnut street ; this one on State straet . this one on Lombard street ; this oae on the bourse. With flaancial misfortuna you have had the midnight wrestle, Redhot disasters have dropped into your store from loit te <eliar. What you bought vou coald not sali, Whom you trusted flad, 7 pected would not come. Bome gient panie, with long arms and grip like death, took hold of you in an awful wrestla from which you have not yet ssc pad, anl it is uoeer- tain whether it will throw you or yoa will throw it, Here is another soul in straggle with soma bad appetite, He knew not how steaithily it was growing upon him, One hour he woke up. He std, “For the sake of my soul, of my family, and of my childran, and of my God, I must stop this!” And, benold, he found himself alone by the brook J ok, and ft was midnight, That evil te soizad upon him, and he seize ud, oh, the horror of the conflic ones a bad habit has aroussd itself up to de- stroy a man and the man has swora that, by the aelp ofl the eternal Gol, ne will destroy it, all heaven draws itseif out ina long line ol light to from nvove, ani hell stretones itsell in myrmidons of spite to jook up from beneath. [ have seen men rally themselves for such a struggle, and they have bitten their and cliuched their fists and cried, biood red earnest ness and a rain scalding tears, “God help me [™ From a wrestle with habit I have seen mea fall back defeated. Calling for no heip, but relying on their own resolutions, they nave come into the strageie, aad for a time it seemed as if they were getting the hand of their habit, bat that habit raftied Again its infernal power and liftel a soul from its standing, and with a fores borrowad th Seven io 100% ips with a of First I saw the aactioneer's malist fall rich upholstery of his family pacior, awliiile 1 saw biog fall into the ditah, in the miduizht, whea the children wees tian households are silent with slumber, ans shriek that poniar i, #ition ; he fell from a family circle of whieh followed the stab of had been consecrated; he termination than that. I have seen men prepare themsalvas for such a wrestling, tions, came out strong anal defiant, Vasy clincasd, Toers wore the writhines aad distortions of a fearfal struggle, oid ziant began to waver, and, at last, inthe midnigat aloas, with none but God te wit. news, by the brook Jabbtok, the giant fell and the triumphant wrestior broks the dary hess With the ery, “‘Inanks be unto Goi who giveth us the victory throush oar Los Jesus Christ.” Theres is a widow's heart that first was desolated by bersavement nnd since by the anxieties nnd trials that cams in the sdpport of a family, Itia a sad thing to see a man eontendine for a livelihood under disadvantages, hat to sea a delieato woman, with helpless littla ones at her back, fighting the giants of pov. erty and sorrow, is most affecting, It was a humble home, and passsrsiiy knew not thet within those four walle wern displays of courags more admirable than thoss of Hen nibal crossing the Alps, or the pass of Toer- mopyis or Balaklava, whees “into the jaws of death rode the six handel,” Thess heroes had the whole world ta sheer them on, but thers were none to appiagd the struzgie in the humble home. She (ong for bread, for clothing, for fire, for shelter, with aching head, and weak side, nnd exhansted streneth, through the long aight by the brook Jabbok. Could it be that nons woald give her help? Had God forgotten to be graelous? No, contending soul! The midnight air ix full of wings coming to the rescus, She hears it now in the soagh of the nicht Find, in the ripple of the brook Jabbok «ths proms ise made so long ago ringing down the sky, “Thy fatherles« children, I will rye them alive, and lot thy widows trust in fa!" Some one sald (0 a very poor womnn, “How ia it that in such distress you k cheerful?” She sald . “I doit by what I eall cross prayers When I had my rent to pay and nothing to pay it with, and bread to np and nothing to buy it with, I used to sit down and ery. Dut now I do not get diseournged, II go along the street, whea [ some to a corner 3 tha street 1 say, ‘The Lord help ma® Tthen go on until I coma to another crowing of the street, and again I say, ‘The Lord help ma” And so [utter n prayer at oyery crossing, and sinoe I have got into the habit of saying thess ‘eross prayers’ [ have been able to keep up my eouenge," Leonrn again from this subject that in sometimes are surprise | to fin | out They what they have hean straggling with in the dark ness is really an “angel o o foun1 in the morning that this steance pore BONALS WAS not an saemy, but a God ig messengsr to promive rosperity foe m and for his ebiidren, 80 maay a mag, ut the close of his trial, found unt that ho hos been trying to throw down his own blessing, If you aren will go back in your grandest things you have basn your trials, seourging, Impeisonument and shipwreck could have ma a Paunl what ho was, ing prepaesd to becom the swast singer of Iscacl, The pit ani the dungeon were the beat gchools at wile Joseph wyar graduate 1, The hurriowne that upset the teat aad kilisd Job's children peop arad the man of Uz to write the magnificent posm that has ns. toundnd the ages, Taors 8 no way to get thes waeat out of thn steaw but to thrash it Lustre 18 no way to pacify the gol but to buen it, Loox at tha, people wio have had their own way, ed, useloss and uniappy. I you want to flad cheoariul folks, go among thoss who hays | besa partfiet by the fire, After Dowini had ren fered “William Tail” the five huadesdth time a company of musicians came under hia window in Paris an 1 serena lel him. They ut upon his brow a golden erown of laurel py But amid all the applause and en. thusinsm Dossini tarnasd to ua frien | and sald, Of would give all this brilliant sesne for few days of youll and love,” Contrast the muiancaoly feeling of Rossini, who had everything this world could give him, to tha Joyful experienos of Issue Watts, whos mig. fortunes wore innumerspls, waea ho says Toe hili of Zioa yielis Ataoties ds ore l swasty Ee ure we reseh ¢ 1a hoavenly flel 1s Ur walk ths goden stress, Then let sur songs Aboun { ADS gary Lar oo ury Wao are marvaing taryu th Immanue’'s ground To fslrer worid« oa bi ¢ It is prosperity that kills aad trouble that saves, Whoie the Israelites were on ths march, amid great privations and hardships, they behaved well, After awhile they prayed for meal, and the sky darkensad with a great flock of quatis, and these quails fell In large multitudes all about them, nad the [sruslites ate and ate and stufled themselves until they died. Oh, my friends, it is not hard. ship or trial or starvation that injures the soul, but abundant supply. It i8 not the vulture of trouble that eats up the Christian's life ; it is the quails, it is the quails! You will yet [ind out that your midalght wrestle by ths brook Jabbok is with the angel of God, come down to bless and save, Learn again that while our wrestling with trouble may be triumphant we must ex- pect that it will leave ils roark upon us. Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him, and hw thigh bons sprang from its socket, aud the good man went limping on his way, Wo niust carry throu ta “this world the mack of the combat, What ture wrinkles in ¥ your hair bafors it wa pow ® thoes prema. ur face? What whitened * frost? What the hilarity of your bhous+hold of trouble hath Hmping on your w wands the angel 02 that you vp [ou nowd not be sues re pred throws they ones did. with those WNT despon feney, rie wn i we who as Do not be out of 1} patienen woo may triamp oy i “ir oma Arn JL th wa mova, ass Gut Fd Oan, une of the hrieht ! Can we sien sn. rardens of ora Will Jesus, who went Him with us il wp pour o into the grav=s that onen to swallow down what we loys test? Was Lazaras mors deny to Him than our belovel ded to us? X Wo have a richt to weep, Our tears mus come, You shall not derive them bask #a seald the heart, Thor fall into Gol's bottle, 0 peek 2 nn i woe earthly ye] Haeht unpre Hr tenrd becanse they conld want, the tears not weep, Than mystariogs reldiel Tw to td in Under this eeatie rain put forth the flownra of their bloom, : witherad, parchad, ali wrings its hands and bites its nails ths quick, but eanno® weep! Wa may have foun | the comfort the cross, and vot ever alter show that in the dark nigot and by the brook Jabtok we wees trouble tonshed, Again, we may take the Liey of the and nonounecs the approa awa. No one was evar mors giad to ses the moe in? than was Jacob alter that night of str. gle, It 8 appropriate for philanthe pista and Christians to ory out with this aseel the text, “The Gay breaketh. ' The world's prospects are brightening, eanreh ol Christ ia rising up in its strength to go forth “Inir as the moon, clear as the sun and terri Gol pity that ronsuRinT grief grin is ite 1 and . dry, thar unto uf fee 51 of the day of The Clap your hands, all breaketh, The bigotries of the earth are perishing. Tho time was when we were told that if we wantod to get to hsaven wo must be immerse] or spriakled, or wo must beilove in the persaveranca of the saints, or in falling away from grace, ora litarzy or no ltargy, or they mast ba Calvinists or Arminians in order to reach heaven, We have all come to cone gow that those ars noassarntinie ia religion, During my vacation one summer I was ia a Presbyterian andience, and it was Sacra mental day, and with geateful heart [ re. eoived the Holy Communion, Oa the nest ye people, tha day at a love feast, On the following Sdath I was in an Episcopal church and knelt at the alter and reesivad the consscrate! bread, | do not kacw which service | enjoyed the “f belive in the roonmuaion of saints the ills overidsting.™ ‘I'he day breaketh,™ As 1 look upon this audience I see many who have passed through waves of trouble their girdle, Ia tiem. You shail not go away saddens an broken-hearted. Gol will lift your burden, Gol will bring your dead fo life. God will stanch the heart's biesding. I know He will, Like as a father pities his ehildesa, 50 the Lord pities you. The pains of earth will end, The tomb will bursl Tae dead will rise, The morning star treomles on nn brigot- ening sky. The gates of the east begin to swing open. Ths day breaketh, Luther and Melanchthon were talking tos gether gloomily about the prospects of the church, They could soe no hopes of deliver. ance, Alter awnile Lather got up and said to Melanchthon : “Come, Philipp, lot ue sin ¢ the jorty-sixth pealm of David, ‘God is our rafuge nnd streagth, n very plensant help in trouble, Taersore will not wo fear, thougn the varth be removed and though ths moans tains be carried into the midst of the sea; © though the waters thereof roar and be trou. | bled ; though the mountains siake with ths swelling thereof, Selah,'" Death to many, aay 10 all, is a struggle and a wrestle, Wao have many friends that it will bo hard to leavs, 1 care not how bright our intars hopeis, It 18 a bitter thing to look upon this fae world and know that we shall never again see its blossoming spring, its falling frais, fits sparkling streams and to say farewell to those with whom wo played in ehildbood or coungsind in manhood, In that night, like Jucol, we may have to wrestle, bat God will not leave us unbliessad, It shall not betold in heaven that a dying soul cried unto God for help, but was not deliversd, Tue lattice may be turned to keep out the sua, or a book set to dim the ligut of the milnight taper, or the om may be flied with the ories of orphans age nad widowhood, or the church of Christ may mourn over ote going, but if Jesas enti all is well, The strong wrestling vy the brook will conse ; the hour of death's night will pass along—1 o’clovk in the morning , 4 ocloek in the morning; 4 o'cloek In tas morning, The day breaketh, Bo I would have it when I dis, 1am inno ge ngninst this world, Tas only Jauit have to find with the world is that it (roats me too weil, bat when the time comes 10 go trust to tw ready, my worldly affairs all sottiod, ICI have wronged others, I want then to be sure of their forgivenness, In that Inst wrestling, my arm enfesbled with sickness and my head faint, [ want Jesus poe sido me, If there be hands on this side of the flood siestohed out to hold me bok, I want the ueavenly hands stretohed out to draw me lorward, Then, O Jesus, help me on and help me up. Un , un - ng, I step night ont into tno ad axoiaits | may be able to Juek pack to my Hlet lat Yoo nas oh Wg G04 In po gon Ful ey friends wio would detain me FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS. LITTLE DROPS OF WATER. Who has not heard of ‘Little drops of water, little grains of sund? It is repeated in every nursery, sung beside evory cradle, is on the lips of millions of school children, and is us familiar as the Twenty-third Psalm and as popular as ‘Robinson Crusoe.’ How many score of it written? In the [linais Woman's yenrs library ago of wis the seen, in a neat panel, the suitably illustrated : Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land. words, So our little moments Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity. Bo our little errors Lead the soul away From the path of duty Far in gin to stray. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Help to make earth happy, Like the heaven above. These written by an H i have been so #yweet sin {lin i ! "or ong 1 f i have people may { written several generatio author is Mrs. Ju ! Lines were sent the New Woman's Board by Columbia Club. — Yer. small time 31 be drawn im rapid whiter su ar Nometimnes ere 8 800 of Sap that th ¥ Have to in order to prevent wasting. This stigaring for th delight is to roast meat over the coals the pan. Iti flames shoot up and Ir ry of the wood I boil potatoes in & a fine sight to see the { per’s Young People, CHIPMUNK HUNTING, was the chipmunk huant writes Charles Alexander Eastman Indian, in his rem hood. We killed 13d 15d these animals at to hunt them was the season. another all about the son for the chipmunk expedition. We generally went in groups of six to a dozen or fifteen, to see which would get the most. On the evening before we selected several boys who could imitate the chipmunk call with wild-ont straws, and each of these provided himself with a supply of straws. The crust will hold the boys nicely at this time of the year. Bright and early they all come to- gether at a certain appointed place, from whieh each group starts out in a different direction, agreeing to meet somewhere at a certain position of the sun. My first experience of this kind is still well remembered. It was a fine crisp March morning. and the sun had not yet shown itsell among the distant treetops, as we hurried alon through the woods until we arriv at a place where there were many signs of the animal. Then each of us selected a tree, and took up his position behind it. The chipmunk caller sat upon a log as motionless as to call. Soon we heurd the patter of little feet on the hard snow; then we saw the chip- munks apptorching from all direc. tions. Some stopped and ran up a direétion of the enll; others chased one another about. In a few minutes the chipmunk cnller was besieged by them. Some run all over his person, others under him, and still others ran up the tree against which he was sitting. Each boy remained immovable until their lender gave the signal, then a shout arose, and the chipmunks in thelr flight all ran up different trees. Now the shooting-mateh began, The little creatures seemed to realize their hopeless position; they would endeavor to come down the trees and youthful hunters. But they were shot down very fast; and whenever several of them rushed 1zeed the them aenin! always against that the up tree, HO Hrrow A « other shot { he cleared awny all heipless, and would who had he another, a tree, there yetition., Sometimes was warn Com a des) erate cl top of the tree Wis sidered a joke on the boy from tree it had escaped, for the brave little all were killed or gone went another lth y bf § | Ww il and 01 STATISTICS FOR THE COOK. How Lona Things Should Be Baked, Fried and Boiled. 4 elery ‘hickens ams, 3 i wr pound. ‘oddfish, 6 boiled hard Fowls. 2to 3 Haddox, 6 minutes Halibut, cubical, hours, per pound, 15 minutes per 7113 ai H 3 hours Hominy, 1 to 2 lu Lamb. 1 hour. Macaroni, 20 to 30 minutes, Oatmeal, 1 to 2 hours, Onions, 30 to 45 minutes. Oysters, 3 minutes, Oyster plants, 830 to 60 minutes, Parsaips. 30 to 45 minutes, Peas, 10 to 20 minutes. Potatoes, 20 to 30 minutes, Rice, 15 to 20 minutes, Salmon, pound. Small fish, 6 minutes per pound. Smoked tongue, 3 to 4 hours. Squash, 20 to 30 minutes, Sweetbreads, 20 to 30 minutes. Tomatoes, 15 to 20 minutes, Turkey, 2 to 8 hours, Turnips, 30 to 4) minutes. Veal, 2 to 8 hours, Wheat, 1 to 2 hours, BROILING, Chickens, 20 minutes, Chops, 8 minutes, Steak, 4 to 8 minutes, Fish, 5 to 15 minutes. FRYING. Bacon, 8 to J minutes. Breaded chops, 4 to 6 minutes. Croquettes, 4 minutes, Doughnuts, 8 to 5 minutes. Fish balls, 1 minute. Fritters, 8 to 5 minutes, Muffins, 8 to J minutes. Small fish, 1 to 8 minutes, Smelts, 1 minute. Irs Joux Hingmax, of Memphis, Tenn. , lost his power of speech several years ago as a result of fever. He dreamed one night recently that he could talk, and when he woke in the morn. i i i i i i JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Not So Wonderful After All--Absent Mindedness--Out of Season--A Danger Removed-~-Ete., Eto. NOT BO WONDERFUL AFTER ALL. Howson Lott—Talk of horses! A bieyele is the thing, Why, I've rid- den one for two years and it hasn't cost me a cent, even for repairs. Lon Mower make)—-Whaose, Howson Lott—Well, to tell the truth, brother-in-law’ g, — its my ABSENT MINDEDNERS, ‘a el : clerk of a millionaire loved by his or was the And Wis boss's i11evln dt iid un i raved ing i { ne coulda ts And did all i they'd ’ the civil courts He felt his heart grow bigger of noughts But forgot to put in a ficurs, -{ Raymond's Mon OUT OF SEASON. She—Who's that fello the room’ 1 aim any attention y 1 saw him Uncle George—Are guessing? Little Dick.~Yes 2 fr 3 IANS, ee ypu] THE POLITE EDITOR. Poet——1 have here, sir, a poem which 1 wish to have printed in your Editor (looking it over}—We can’t Would later print it to-day or to-morrow. it suit you as well at date? Poet some (gratefully )==Oh ! time Use any Editor—~Very well. We'll try to 1904. | Detroit Free Press. THE INDIAN QUESTION, A Bobbie—Didn’t vou say yesterday that it was wrong to strike another? Bobbie's Father—Yes, Bobbie, Bobbie-=Well, I wish you'd tell my teacher so, — New York World. CULPRIT, FROM AXOTHER BTANDPOINT. Mr. told dozen men OWT WAS B Browne—Half that my new i mao bit of admiration for it. Browne—But I have to pay your dressmaker, my dear.—{ Raymond's Monthly. AFTER A TIP. Waiter—I think you've forgotten something, sir (hurrying away )--Well, yon my good man. Ray- (ri10st can have it 3 Y frit BAG ITLY DEL Customer—Is the proprietorin? Wa ®ir. Customer—Take frp OR ' this back steak imp on it to wait a lit two other him to Waiter—You'll have I'l “re are yr A LIVING. Bouttown-—Thix is » first night of a new play. I see. Manage re Yes, go in and be one of Bouttown—1'11 ¢ 3 ; 2 i £ the audience for a dollar, — fe. MERELY he Girl—Have you the Night?’ (irl-~No. EIDE Pee T re lives, give a good it Free Press, would 11, =i Det r ALED. of woman from th centuries nyiable, Middle Age knew it, — was particularly une May—Yes: and evi they were |! ! ladies, {Truth. ry yl y EXCHANGE OF CONFIDENCE. Maude~—I'm engaged to four men. Eleanor—Yes, three of them told me about it when they proposed to me. Chicago Record. XO IMPROVEMENT. Mr. Porkingham—You pay Mary's new singing teacher twice as much as you did the other one, don’t you? Mrs, Porkingham- Yes: he's the most celebrated teacher in the city. Mr. Porkingham (in disgust)—Well, he's a beat! Mary don’t sing a bit louder now than she did when that cheap man was learning her.— { Puck. A SUPERFLUITY. “May I offer you my arm, Miss Injun havin’ his rights. too. rights, ed.’ “That's what I say, pertickerlarly if he has any good ridin’ ponies, — [Texas Siftings. THE RETORT DIRCOURTEOUS, Mrs. Smarte~<Oh, make any excuses, like a book. Mr. Smarte—<Precisely. When you read a book, you skip all the noble, Soulinap ring passages and read only the trash.—{ Boston Transcript. THEIR TASTER DIFFERED, Mr. Smythe (of Boston, across the table)=Which do you prefer, Lamb or Bacon? My own tastes regarding them are very mixed. Miss Jones (of Chicago)—Oh, 1 reckon I like bacon a little the best, (Aside to the waiter)~—And put some liver in the pan with it.—{Trath, AFTER THE HONEYMOON. He (angrily)=-You are the biggest fool 1 ever saw. Sho—Hnsgh, dear; you are ting yourself.~[ Raymond's Monthly. vou needn't I can read you i { ** Thanks—I've got two ¥ry of my KEW ARITHMETIC. ‘Can you lend me $50" “I was just going to ask you for ten.” “Oh, all right! owe me forty.” ———— ————— SO — Diminutive Bride and Groom. A special dispatch announces the marriage of Maurice Bear of this city to Miss Bertha Levy of Birmingham, Ala. The nuptial kno was tied at the home of the bride, .in the presence of many relatives and intimate friends. The union is rather a no- table one on acconnt of the diminu tive size of the contracting parties. The clever groom, who has a wide ace quaintance in this city, is less than four feet in height, and his blushing bride is no taller. The groom, despite his stature, has made rapid strides in. business, and for the past fow he has been a familiar figure on street, bride is a most Charting Then you only The ; young woman, and she quite a factor in the Hebrew
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